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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku, Kirishima_Eijirou
  Additional Tags:
      compensated_dating, Limousine_Sex, Age_Difference, Quirkless_Midoriya
      Izuku, CEO_Bakugou_Katsuki, Dubious_Consent, Morality_What_Morality,
      Suits, Size_Difference, Dirty_Talk
  Collections:
      My_Kink_Academia
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-11 Words: 2430
****** a little sweetness ******
by arigatari
Summary
     Katsuki gives Izuku a ride on his way home from the office.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
"See, I thought you had 'screwing an underaged boy with no sense of self-
preservation and terrible taste in men' scheduled for next Friday, and not,
like, in five minutes," Kirishima says, glancing at Katsuki's reflection in the
rearview mirror.
"We're just giving him a ride to cram school," Katsuki says, glaring at the
last email from Creati's CEO.
"Oh, yeah, you're giving him a ride, alright," Kirishima mutters. "Can't he
like, take a train or whatever it is kids without dirty old men hanging off of
them do these days?"
"We're the same age, asshole," Katsuki says. He undoes the tie around his neck
and tosses it to the side on top of his briefcase. "Apparently he's got
something to do after school that would make him late if he took the train.
"Something to do or someone to do?" Kirishima snickers. Katsuki slides his
glasses up the bridge of his nose to rub at his temples and count, slowly, to
ten. If only morally flexible and discreet butlers weren't so hard to come by,
then Katsuki could have fired Kirishima years ago.
"Oh, speak of the devil," Kirishima says. He winds down the window. "Oi,
Midoriya! Here!"
Aforementioned underaged boy with no sense of self-preservation and great taste
in men - thank you very much Kirishima - turns away from the girl beside him to
search for the source of the sound. He lights up like a goddamn puppy when he
sees them, says a quick goodbye to the girl and bounds over, the million charms
on his schoolbag clinking together and waggling after him.
"Kacchan!" He shuts the door and beams at Katsuki. "You came to get me!"
"You told me to, dumbass," Katsuki says.
"Oh, and Kirishima-kun, too," Deku says. "Thank you very much!"
"No problem at all," Kirishima says, eyes lingering on Deku far too long for
Katsuki's liking.
He slams his foot against the back of Kirishima's seat. "Goddammit, you waitin'
for Christmas or something? Start the car already!"
He turns back to find Deku's stupidly big eyes on him. "What?" he says,
irritably. If Deku's gonna start on another spiel about employee rights or
whatever, Katsuki will throw him out the car.
Deku starts at being caught. "Ah, no, nothing!" He ducks his gaze, twisting his
hands in his lap, a slight flush to his cheek. "It's just, I think it's the
first time I've seen Kacchan in glasses - in work clothes." He smiles. "It's
kinda refreshing!"
"Yeah, well, I ain't getting dressed up for you, not on a weekend," Katsuki
snorts. Especially when the clothes would be spending far more time on the
floor than on his body, anyway.
"Well, Kacchan looks cool either way," Deku says, sounding embarrassed. "A suit
kinda - "
"Who was that girl you were talking to at the school gates?" Katsuki asks,
surprising himself.
"Nn? Uraraka-san?" Deku pauses in the middle of buckling his seatbelt. "She
sits beside me in class. She was asking about the new keychain you bought me,
the limited edition, super rare one from the 1995 line of All Might merchandise
under Kitsune Corporations who were also responsible for the very first All
Might movie and you know there are theories that these particular keychains are
clues about - "
"Kirishima," Katsuki says, "How soon can you get to the cram school?"
"With traffic right now, half an hour, I'd say."
Katsuki sweeps his briefcase and papers off the floor. "Roll up the partition."
The screen clicks into place, but not before Katsuki catches the snicker
Kirishima throws at the mirror.
"Kacchan?" Deku looks between the barrier sealing the two of them off and
Katsuki undoing the expensive, gold watch clasped around his wrist. "Kacchan,
what are you - "
Katsuki winds Deku's shittily-tied school tie around his fist and yanks. Deku
lets out a squeak as he tumbles into Katsuki's lap, bracing his hands against
Katsuki's broad chest.
"Ka-Ka-Kaccha--!"
Katsuki smooths his thumb over plush, pink lips, and leans down to kiss them.
Deku makes a surprised noise at the back of his throat that Katsuki chooses to
interpret as a convenient invitation. He brings his hand up to Deku's jaw,
taking a moment to appreciate the sight of it, his large hand easily cradling
Deku's small, lovely, young face, and drags him in closer. Deku fists his hands
in Katsuki's work shirt as he rolls Deku's lower lip between his with a hint of
teeth. Katsuki nips at the Cupid's bow of his lips, trailing his tongue along
the shiny grooves to press inside of Deku's mouth, hot and wet as if Deku is
melting around him. Deku whines, his chest thrumming against Katsuki's.
Katsuki licks his way into Deku's mouth, slow and deliberate. It's not unlike
biting into a peach, sweetness bleeding into his mouth as bruised, sugared
flesh is reformed around his shape. He grips at soft, fluffy curls as he
thrusts his tongue deeper into Deku's mouth, greedy for more. Deku moans and
oh, isn't that even sweeter; Katsuki eats that right up.
Katsuki pulls away, arm around that slender waist so Deku doesn't fall off as
he quivers in Katsuki's lap, that pretty little rosebud mouth swollen into
garish bloom and dewy with spit, cheeks a deep carmine, big innocent eyes now
glassy with want beneath doll-like eyelashes.
"Kah-Kacchan..." Deku nuzzles the tip of his nose against Katsuki's as he
scrabbles for purchase on a shirt that costs three times his annual school
fees. "Feels good," he says breathily, and there goes the rest of Katsuki's
already tenuous self-control.
"I'll make you feel even better," Katsuki says, right by his ear, and slips his
hand beneath Deku's uniform shirt.
Deku's eyes widen. "W-we can't! Not here - "
"The windows are tinted," Katsuki says, pressing into the dip of Deku's
prominent hipbones. "Kirishima won't hear us, either."
"Tha-that's not what I - ah!" Deku gasps as Katsuki circles a pert nipple with
his thumb. He moans, the sound going straight to Katsuki's cock.
"Then what do you mean?" Katsuki licks at the shell of his ear, his breath hot.
He kneads at Deku's knee through his black uniform slacks, loose on him even at
the smallest size.
Deku shudders. "Doing this...this kind of thing...at this time...and p-place,"
he says, struggling to get the words out as Katsuki slides his hand further up
along his thighs, "We can't - it's bad!"
"What kind of thing?" Katsuki says.
Deku flushes even deeper. "Y-you know what I mean!"
Katsuki pinches at his nipple and twists. Deku arches up in his lap, crying
out. "I asked you a question, you damn nerd," Katsuki sneers. "Aren't you
supposed to be good at that? Answering questions? Huh?"
Deku is bright red from the roots of his hair down to his neck, a path Katsuki
aches to follow with his tongue. "S-sex," he says eventually, in a small voice.
"We can't ha-have...sex here..."
"Because it's bad?" Katsuki rakes his teeth over the juncture of Deku's neck.
Deku moans as he grinds down against Katsuki's leg, eyelashes fluttering
against his flushed cheeks. Katsuki mouths at the sensitive skin there, then
takes it into his mouth, sucking and licking until Deku is a shivering, teary
mess in his arms.
Katsuki pulls back, a smirk on his lips. Deku trembles in his lap, hickeys
along his neck bright-red to match his face, saliva dribbling from his lips,
nipples straining against the thin material of his school shirt, rutting
against Katsuki's thighs like a bitch in heat.
"Maybe it's bad," Katsuki says, squeezing at Deku's cock through his school
slacks, "But you hardly seem like a good boy, huh, Deku?"
Deku's lip wobbles, his eyes shiny with tears. He trembles in Katsuki's arms
like a scared little rabbit, and Katsuki is starving.
"Hey, Deku," Katsuki says, as he slips a finger beneath one of the buttons on
his uniform slacks, "You know the new All Might game that's supposed to hit the
market in November?" He nips at Deku's ear. "It'd be great if you could get
your hands on it early, wouldn't it?"
Deku's jaw drops. "Y-you don't mean - "
Katsuki's fingers brush against the bottle of lube in the limousine's glove
compartment. Still watching Deku, he fumbles for the cap.
"Yeah," he says. "And it'd be nice if you could get a new console while you
were at it, huh?"
Katsuki licks his lips. Here he is, this baby-faced, wide-eyed kid who would
take candy and videogames from strangers and get into cars with shady
businessmen. If Katsuki hadn't snapped him up, who knows what dirty old man
would have, you know?
Deku squeezes his eyes shut. Katsuki takes the chance to press their lips
together, close-mouthed and chaste. For about two seconds anyway, before Deku
whimpers against his lips and Katsuki just has to bite down on Deku's tongue
and suck on it. Deku shivers, as weak to kisses as any other hair-trigger
teenager, and Katsuki yanks his slacks down.
Deku jerks back. "Wa-wait - " he breaks off into a strangled moan as Katsuki
fists his hand around his cock, thumbing at the pre-come leaking from his tip.
"Hah, Kaccha..."
Katsuki slides his thumb across the tip with a flick of his wrist that has Deku
crying out. He buries his face in Katsuki's neck in an attempt to muffle his
moans, his tears deliciously warm against Katsuki's skin.
He jolts like a startled colt when Katsuki presses a finger to his furled hole.
"Shh," Katsuki says, nosing into Deku's curls and pressing a kiss to his sweat-
damp forehead. He strokes up and down Deku's cock. His eyelids flutter shut, a
moan thrums in his chest, and Katsuki slides the tip of his finger in.
"Ngh...! Kacchan!" Deku rocks back down on his finger, tight heat swallowing
him up to the knuckle.
"Yeah," Katsuki sneers. "Nothing close to a good boy. Prestigious school my
ass. You fuckin' slut."
Deku's hips jerk, until he's clenching tight around Katsuki's knuckle, sobbing
into Katsuki's neck. He cries out again when Katsuki works another finger in.
"That how you got in there, huh?" Katsuki says, lips right by Deku's ear. "How
many cocks you had to suck to get into Yuuei, you useless piece of shit?"
A sob hitches in Deku's throat as he shakes his head fervently, smearing tears
and snot on Katsuki's suit jacket. "N-no, that's not, I'm not..."
Katsuki scissors his fingers to brush up right against Deku's prostate and he
wails, arching up so his nipples catch on Katsuki's chest and his cock thrusts
deeper into Katsuki's fist. Spit dribbling from his slack mouth, all he can do
is sob as Katsuki fucks his tongue into his mouth and fumbles with the buckle
on his trousers.
Katsuki pushes Deku down onto the leather seats and shoves his crumpled shirt
above the hardened nubs of his nipples. He's helpless, pinned beneath Katsuki's
weight, an expanse of smooth, unblemished skin stained with a rose-red flush,
his small, dripping cock twitching against his stomach, pink cheeks stained
with tears, and Katsuki wants to ruin him.
Deku whimpers at the press of the head of Katsuki's cock against his hole, then
screams when Katsuki slams into him in a single thrust.
"Fuck - Deku - so fucking tight," Katsuki says, panting. God.
"Tha-that's 'cause," Deku slurs, eyes unfocussed, "Hah - Kacchan's
too...big..."
"Yeah?" He snaps his hips, hissing at the hot, wet heat that swallows him.
"Couldn't tell. How many other guys you had in here, huh?"
Deku shakes his head, gasping. "N-no, I've never - "
Katsuki digs his nails into Deku's hips and angles him up to thrust right up
against his prostate, groaning as Deku clenches down on him with a cry. "Fuck,"
he says throatily. "How many snot-nosed brats you got lining up to fuck that
tight little hole of yours? Huh?"
Deku throws his arm across his eyes, sobs wracking his small, oh-so-breakable
frame. Katsuki snarls and jerks his hand away. "Answer me, bitch."
He punctuates it with another roll of his hips that has his cock pressing down
on Deku's prostate. Deku wails. He sucks in air like a drowning man, pupils
dilated, lips fluttering as he struggles to form words.
"N-no one," he gasps out. He squeezes his eyes shut. Fat drops of tears roll
down his cheeks. "I've - I've only ever kissed Kacchan!"
A fierce, crackling heat jolts throughout Katsuki's body. His cock twitches in
Deku's ass, and Deku mewls pathetically, a sound no one but Katsuki has ever
heard.
He grasps at Deku's ankles and forces him apart further. He fucks into Deku's
slippery, untouched heat in a frenzy, something ravenous growling deep within
him.
"That's right," he says. "You're only ever gonna come on my cock for the rest
of your pathetic life, shitty Deku. You'll spread your legs or drop to your
knees anytime I ask, won't you? Fucking slut."
He moans at the flutter of muscles around his cock. "You bitch," he croons. "My
good little bitch."
Deku keens. He comes with Katsuki's name garbled on his lips, hips jerking up
in abortive thrusts, back curved like a bridge on the brink of snapping into
two, pale thighs trembling.
It's a fucking sight to behold. Katsuki tightens his grip on Deku and rams into
him, his limp body jostled around Katsuki like a ragdoll, a sob choked in his
throat from the pain, oversensitive. Katsuki doesn't give a fuck. Deku sobs,
writhing beneath him, and it is when his hands come up to paw uselessly at
Katsuki's chest with a plea on his lips that Katsuki comes.
Deku crumples against the seats the moment Katsuki releases him. Katsuki draws
his handkerchief out from his pocket and wipes at the sweat on his forehead,
catching his breath.
Once he's got himself cleaned up, he turns to Deku. "Oi, Deku, wake up, we're
almost there," he says, smoothing Deku's shirt down.
"Nn...?"
Katsuki buttons his slacks. "Come on," he says, tying the shoelaces on Deku's
stupidly oversized shoes. "Get up."
The partition slides down with a whir. "We're here," Kirishima says.
Deku bends down to gather his things, wincing. Katsuki smirks. It's a sticky,
wet mess in Deku's boxers, and even more so on his stomach, not to mention his
swollen, dripping hole.
Deku rubs at his eyes. "Thanks for the ride," he says, climbing out the limo.
"I'll pick you up again at seven," Katsuki says, and slaps Deku's ass one last
time to jostle the plug inside of him before slamming the door shut in his
shocked face and driving off.
End Notes
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