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The school bell rang out, echoing through the halls that wouldn’t stay empty for long.
Highschoolers rushed through the doors of their last period, lockers opening and slamming shut as they took papers, pictures, memories of their time that school year with them. Seniors sobbed, crying together with the younger student body they’d become fond of as they promised to text or call, even though their graduation ceremony was only a week later.
Green bouncy curls flitted about next to a bouncy brown bob as they watched the heartwarming scene. Uraraka giggled as Iida came up behind her, playfully and painfully gently pinching her cheek. He’d loosened up since becoming a sophomore, more focused on his own grades and friends than the other students’ conduct.
Izuku giggled along with her, grinning as he tugged his yellow backpack closer.
“Are you guys ready to go to my house? My dad said he’s already bought all of the snacks and the pizza is on the way.” Uraraka said, fixing her hair in the mirror in her locker before taking it out, leaving the metal container empty as she stuffed it into her expensive school bag.
“Yes. Though, I am a bit nervous to meet your father, Uraraka.” Iida admitted sheepishly. Izuku tugged at his gakuran, identical to his own playfully.
“I’m sure he’ll like you. I just can’t believe we’ve been friends for like 1 and a half years and you still haven’t invited us over, ‘Raka.” Izuku pouted, walking with them to the entrance of the highschool, the warm summer air hitting them.
Uraraka giggled, intertwining her hand with Iida’s as they walked down the sidewalk towards her neighborhood. “It’s not my fault, Deku! My Dad is just busy all the time so I don’t have a lot of time to ask him if I can bring guests over.”
Deku thought on the topic, recalling a moment when they were having a sleepover at his house when Uraraka was talking about her dads company, Dynamight. It was a multimillion dollar explosives company, renowned for its weapons as well as its safety precaution equipment. He’d found this out after an impulsive late night google search that caused him to get a B- on his text the next morning, he recalled with a soft giggle.
“…Midoriya?” Iida called out for the 3rd time.
“Oh— ah… yeah?” Izuku shook his head, trying to clear distractions from his mind as he figured he’d spaced out again.
“We’re here!” Uraraka exclaimed happily, grinning as she knocked on the door, a dark haired plump woman with friendly wrinkles and a maid uniform opening the door to the spacious two story home.
“Oh,Uraraka! Come in, your father is waiting for you and your friends in the living room. The food is set out as well.” The aged woman said, ushering the highschoolers in, patting Uraraka on the head with a warm chubby hand as she passed.
“That was Aimi. She’s been my maid since I was little.”
“She seems nice,” Izuku commented, tucking a loose green curl behind his ear as he browsed the home, decorated minimally with pictures of mainly Uraraka and what Izuku thought to be her mother as well as other expensive looking trinkets. They bore a striking resemblance to each other, but there was no picture of the elusive father.
They put their bags on the hooks and left their shoes next to them, Izuku smoothing out his shape hugging gakuran as it unintentionally showed off the soft curve of his hips and swell of his butt.
The teens went through the doorway to the living room, hit with a soft scent of spicy vanilla wafting from the candles and incense in the brightly lit room.
Izuku paused for a moment, a flush overtaking him as he took sight of the burly man in front of him.
He wore nothing special, just a dark ribbed tank top that highlighted his extremely built form and grey sweatpants that barely held muscled thighs and calves as they stretched over them and he typed on his phone. Spiky ash blonde locks framed an angular face and beautiful ruby eyes that would intimidate even the fiercest of men. Those eyes locked onto him first, trailing up and down for a moment longer than needed before skimming over his daughter and her boyfriend.
Those piercing eyes squinted with disdain and uninterest as they evealuated Iida, who’d never looked so nervous in his life. The usually put together boy was sweating bullets, his hand shaking as he held Uraraka’s who giggled nervously to break the silence.
“Dad, this is Iida. I’ve talked about him before, yeah?”
“Yeah.” That gravelly deep voice rang out. Izuku could feel it in his bones as he watched this too-sexy man adjust an expensive looking silver watch on his wrist that Izuku hadn’t noticed before.
He knew Uraraka was well off but this was—
“And who’s freckles behind you?” Uraraka’s father asked, waving a lazy calloused finger at him, a wolfish smirk on that godly face.
“Dad! He’s my best friend, Deku! …Well—”
“So the kid’s… useless?” He chuckled, making Izuku shiver and flush with what he hoped was embarrassment.
“You didn’t let me finish. His real name is Izuku Midoriya. Deku’s just his nickname.” Uraraka said grumbled with a pout, whining about her dad being annoying. “Anyways, we’re having that sleepover we asked about today. Will you be home?”
Katsuki gripped the knee of his sweatpants for a moment before getting up and searching in the pockets of his pants for a moment, pulling out a thick cigar stamped with an emblem. It looked expensive as he put it between those plush lips and he nodded, glancing back at Izuku with a smirk as the cigar wagged between his lips playfully, not yet bothering to light it.
He gripped the cancer stick between those gruff fingers, pulling it from between his lips before saying, “Yeah. I’ll be here if you need me kids. Just call.”
Fuck that voice— He was fucked, utterly and totally.
He left the living room, bare feet padding against the polished wood floors and upstairs.
“Your dad is… intimidating.” Iida sighed, finally letting go of his sweaty grip on Uraraka’s hand with a soft apology, running a hand through his slick blue hair.
“Oh, he’s just acting scary. I think he liked Deku, though!”
“Ehh?!” Izuku flushed, mimicking a strawberry as he gripped the straps of his backpack, stuffed with night clothes and homework for the first weeks of summer.
“Yeah! He only gives nicknames to people he likes. He calls me round cheeks when he’s annoyed sometimes.” Uraraka giggled, patting a jittery Izuku on the back before leading everyone to her bathroom, Iida smacking a hand over his eyes, saying he wouldn’t walk in or even look into her room unless she wanted him to.
“Of course you can look silly! You’re my boyfriend Iida, not just some barely close friend.” Uraraka reassured him, tugging at his uniform. Their banter went on for a few minutes while Izuku mumbled he was going to the bathroom to change into his pajamas.
He sighed, trying to shake off the nerves after seeing such a beautiful man who, rather surprisingly, looked like he wanted to— but that couldn’t be right. He was only 15 and ‘Raka’s dad was… he didn’t even know his name!
He opened the door to the bathroom, squealing in surprise, shock and embarrassment as he got an eyeful of a half naked chiseled figure, covered in only a soft white towel, shaving the small stubble coming along his chin with little bits of shaving cream coating that angular jaw and the tips of gruff fingers.
“I-I’m so sorry, sir! I didn’t mean to I’ll just—”
He was cut off as the burly man looked down at him, (why the heck was he so tall?) and ran a hand through his green curls playfully with the free hand not gripping his razor.
“S’okay. I know it was an accident, little one.” He chuckled, licking at his lips as he trailed his eyes up and down the oblivious little highschooler in front of him.
Curved hips, tiny waist, pretty doe eyes so obvious and begging as lashes fluttered against the apple of his cheeks. Bouncy imperfect yet beautiful curls to frame that cherub face. Don’t even start on the freckles. He wondered how far they went, but—
Damn. This kid really didn’t know how pretty he was.
“I… um.” Izuku cleared his throat, a curled fist coming up to plush lips as he did so, flushing even redder than earlier. “I just needed to change into my pajamas.” He squeaked out.
“‘Kay. I’m almost done here.” He grunted, washing the rest of the shaving cream off before stepping to the side to let the highschool boy awkwardly sidestep into the bathroom, trying not to stare at his pecs, making the large man chuckle.
After the door clicked closed and he heard the soft padding of feet getting farther and farther away, he sighed, smacking his cheek as if to punish it for being so blatant with his feelings.
He changed into his tiny loose grey shorts and white hoodie, running a hand through his curls as he looked at the large mirror.
“Why do they have two sinks?” He muttered to himself as he looked over the damage. His cheeks were flushed, making his freckles pop and his lips were the same shade of pink as he pressed them into a thin line, splashing water on his face in an attempt to combat the sweltering heat of embarrassment he still felt in his chest. He rubbed his thighs together, trying to stifle the feeling bubbling in his stomach before sucking in a deep breath.
He went back to Uraraka’s room. Not surprised to see her and Iida curled up together on her bed watching a show already.
“Deku! You took forever. Come, sit!” Uraraka greeted him warmly, Iida gave him a lazy wave, visibly tuckered out from the last day of school and the stress of meeting Mr. Bakugou.
They sat and watched shows and random movies for a short while until Izuku realized Uraraka and Iida had fallen asleep, curled over one another, they looked like the picture of a perfect couple. It made Izuku internally groan with slight jealousy.
He smacked his lips, rubbing at his throat as he realized he was parched. He quietly opened the door, looking back to see if they’d woken up in any way and all he got was the slight twitch of Iida’s muscled calf. He quietly shuffled out, his socked feet padding on the wood floor.
He smoothed his hand along the walls, looking for any sign of the stairs in the dark, grumbling to himself about forgetting his phone.
He finally got a grip on the mahogany wood of the stair rail. It even smelled expensive as he took careful steps, walking down into the kitchen where the fridge stood, gleaming with cold metal.
He opened the door, bluish white light blinding him for a second before he covered his eyes slightly with his forearm, bending over a bit to get a closer look at the selection of beverages which seemed to be organized quite meticulously. He guessed it was either Aimi or Uraraka’s dad’s work.
“What are you doing down here?” A deep voice came from the hallway, making Izuku jump, a squeak escaping him.
“I-I was just getting water…”
“Were you?” He asked, walking closer to him, the fridge door still Illuminating Izuku’s lithe body as he looked up at him, pretty eyes blinking and looking everywhere but him. It made an itch tickle at the back of his head.
His calloused hand shot out to grip Izuku’s chin, his thumb dipping into the plush skin of his cheek making his lips slightly pucker as he looked up at him.
“You know, my first girlfriend had freckles.” Katsuki grumbled, running his thumb over the underaged boy's lips.
“I-I… Mr. Bakugou—”
“Just call me Katsuki, baby.” It made his stomach flutter to his heart, his hands gripping his tiny shorts as if to try and ground himself.
Was this real?
“Pretty real, I think.”
Shit. He said that out loud.
“Are you always this talkative, Deku? I can see why my daughter is your friend. I wouldn’t mind having a pretty thing like you on my arm either.” He chuckled deliciously.
“I-I don’t… is this appropriate?”
“You’re mature aren’t you? Mature enough to know the answer to that question, I know that much.” He huffed out, closing the fridge door so that the only thing making it so that it wasn’t completely dark was the dim light of the moon drooling in from the windows. He pressed Izuku into the fridge, leaning closer, his breath ghosting over the bridge of that button nose, twitching at the air.
Tiny twitchy hands grabbed at his expensive white shirt he’d changed into since the last time Izuku had seen him, huffing out soft breaths as he looked into his eyes for the first time tonight. Those plush lips, pouty as he licked them nervously.
Katsuki snapped, pressing a harsh kiss onto the boy's lips who whined softly into his mouth, an inexperienced little tongue wriggling with want.
Katsuki sucked on the boys small tongue, running his own along the boys teeth and gums. Gosh, the boy didn’t even fight back, so fucking perfect.
“Here baby look—” Katsuki guided the boy's hands around his shoulders as he dipped slightly lower so he could easily wrap around him before picking him up, chuckling at the startled grip he had on his shirt.
He pressed a few little kisses to the boy's cherub cheeks, whispering in his ear. “Do you want this?”
Izuku thought for a moment, weighing his options. Fuck this chiseled Greek god of a man who just so happened to be is best friends father, or miss the opportunity of a lifetime and possibly never get laid. It was obvious as he nodded, even though he knew the taboo of it, curls bouncing against his forehead.
Katsuki raised an ash blonde brow, making Izuku realize he wanted a verbal answer. “Y-yes. I want it so badly sir, please,” He stuttered through the words.
“Good. Have you done anything like this before, sweetheart?” He asked as he began to walk to what Izuku assumed was his room, kicking the door open gently before shutting it with his shoulder and setting Izuku down.
“No.” Izuku answered honestly, twisting a curl around his pointer finger.
“S’okay. I’ll be good to you, princess.” That made Izuku flush, looking away like a shy maiden as he fisted his shorts and glanced up at him through thick green lashes.
“Fuck, you know how pretty you are?” Katsuki said, taking his shirt off and throwing it over somewhere to the side. Izuku shook his head doubtfully, sliding back to rest his weight on his elbows as he slid his legs up so that his calves touched the back of his thighs, blinking innocently up at Katsuki as if he wasn’t a newborn lamb about to be devoured by a wolf.
Katsuki slid off the boy’s shorts and panties with them, groaning at the wetness already visible on them before he discarded them somewhere as well. He slid a hand between the highschoolers calves and thighs, encouraging him to spread them. Izuku did as much, letting the man two times older than him ogle at the twitching virgin cunt slicking between his thighs.
“Such a pretty… fuck. Is everything about you pretty?” Katsuki chuckled, arranging the teen so that he was at the edge of the large expensive looking bed. He got down on his knees, incisors glinting in the dim light as he opened his mouth to lick a stripe between the soft lips, not yet opened for anyone.
“A-ahn… f..uh,” Izuku moaned softly, his own palm clasping over his mouth to quiet his moans as they went up an octave. His hips squirming as his body tried to figure out whether he wanted more or less of the wet appendage wriggling against the once hidden bundle of nerves.
Dainty fingers found their way to spiky hair as he threw his head back, no longer caring about the sounds escaping from his mouth as his curls bunched up around his cheeks and forehead as his head dipped into the warm mattress of the bed. It was covered in wine red satin sheets the same color as the one staring unblinkingly up at him from between his legs now, shining with hunger.
His thighs shook as Katsuki decided to dip his tongue lower, nearly breaching the highschoolers hole before he squirted, letting out a high pitched keen and weakly rutting the man’s face to completion. His small chest rose and fell, his stomach twitching and making the large man chuckle after he playfully tapped the boys clit with his thumb.
“C’mon baby I can’t leave you alone after that. Have you ever fingered yourself before?” Katsuki pressed, tapping gently at the boy’s cheek as he seemed a bit out of it. Pretty green irises refocused back on deep red, earning him a wolffish grin.
“Ever fingered yourself, baby?” He repeated. Izuku shook his head, flushing at his own inexperience before Katsuki shushed him, getting up on the bed with him, positioning the small boy between his own thighs, spreading his legs so they wrapped loosely around the outside of his muscled legs, exposing his cunt. The pretty high schoolers back against his stomach and chest. “Looks like I’m helping you today, huh?” Katsuki ran his right hand down the boy's stomach, still covered by his hoodie while the other trailed under the piece of clothing to those barely there tits, squeezing playfully, earning a soft whine.
His calloused middle finger dipped between the folds, massaging at the ring of muscle to help the boy relax before dipping the finger in to the knuckle, making the green haired minx moan softly, grabbing gently at his thick forearm before sinking his nails into his skin. Katsuki kissed gently at his neck as he dipped his pointer finger in next to the other one, gently fulling them in and out.
Izuku’s moans carried through the silence besides the soft faint sound of ventilation in the room. “Ka— Chan… please.” He whimpered, blinking up at him with dewy lashes as his pussy squeezed around his fingers.
When’d he start crying? Fuck— this kid would be the death of him. He wasn’t even close to ready but his own throbbing cock pressing into the boy’s back didn’t seem to care with the logic of that.
“You sure?”
“Yes!” He hiccuped, pussy squelching embarrassingly after the man pulled out his fingers. In the moment he blinked he was on his back, looking up at Katsuki as he spread his legs further and gently brought his knees to his chest.
Katsuki was pleased to see the surprising flexibility of the boy, playfully spreading his lips just to get a peek of that fluttering hole before unbuckling his hefty and expensive belt. It clattered to the floor, much to carelessly for the price of the damned thing, letting Katsuki freely push his pants and boxers down to reveal his hardening cock, at least 9 inches long.
“You sure you’re ready baby? Don’ wanna break you on your first time.” Katsuki chuckled, playfully squishing his cheek between his thumb and pointer finger. Izuku squirmed, slipping a hand between his legs to spread his virgin pussy open, shyly blinking up at him as he slightly trembled from the cold ventilation of the room.
“I’ve never wanted anything so badly, Mr. Katsuki.”
With that confirmation, Katsuki grunted and smacked his cock against the young boy’s clit, relishing in the shake and soft moan he got in return before popping the tip of his cock into the ring of muscle. He gently thrust his hips forward, huffing and moaning, grunting to himself about how, “Fucken… tight, shit!” He was.
“Ooh.” He groaned, sliding fully into the highschooler who looked blissed out and dazed as his hands held katsuki’s roses just beside his head, his slightly sharp nails digging into the man’s skin.
“Please,” Izuku whined. “F-fuck me. Please!” He urged, rolling his hips weakly over the cock, his thighs becoming shaky already after just bottoming out. His pussy spasmed around the new large intrusion, his pussy blooming for the large man above him as he began to move his hips.
Soft, “plap, plap, plap’s” filled the room, intertwining with Izuku’s trembling keens and fucked out moans of what Katsuki assume was his name.
“Ka— Chan…. Oh fuck, oh fuck.” The teen moaned loudly, rolling his hips back to meet Katsuki as he felt the knot in the pits of his lower stomach begin to loosen. Katsuki groaned with effort and sighed with relief as the stress from managing a company for the last 24 years melted off of him thanks to this angel under him who just happened to be is daughters best friend. He was so sweet letting him use his pussy like this.
Katsuki let out a surprised, “Shit.” When he felt Izuku’s squirt coating his thighs and that pretty clit twitching as he was being deflowered. “C’mon baby. Fuck, yes.” Katsuki groaned, gripping Izuku’s curls and tugging them to make him look at where they connected, his cock sliding, not without effort, into the warm fuck hole that was Izuku’s pussy. He gently flicked at his overused clit, making the teen squirm and sob louder, drool and tears coating the fucked out boy’s face.
“Please.” Izuku begged, hoarse and nails scratching anywhere they could reach as his pussy threw a tantrum. Twitching and sending out small floods of squirts making Katsuki chuckle and press little kisses to his neck before nipping at his skin, his hips moving faster and sloppier as it went on.
“Hoh… m’almost there!” Izuku sobbed, gripping Katsuki's wrist’s once again before moving his legs and hips to oddly ride his dick even while laying on his back. Katsuki enjoyed the show, watching the boy strain with effort as he decided to stop moving his own hips. “Move— hic! — please.” The teen begged, rolling his hips lazily with a hand on the older man’s exposed stomach before Katsuki leaned closer, growling next to his ear.
“Whatever you want baby.” The last semblance of control Katsuki had left was gone with the wind as he hammered his hips forward, no longer concerned for the boy under him’s pleasure as he chased after his own orgasm, gripping the boys wrist in a bruising grip and keeping it anchored to him while the other playfully tugged at his curled just to see that cute face wince just as he moaned.
“Fuuuck baby, this what you wanted? Yeah? Fucken’ take it then princess.” Katsuki groaned out, Izuku squeaked out as he squirted for the final time, pussy constricting around Katsuki as he slammed home and hunched over the boy, twitching and grunting as drool seeped in between his teeth and gently splattered on the boy under him. It didn’t go unnoticed the twitch of the boys pussy around him as this happened, making Katsuki press small kisses wherever he could reach.
Late into the night Ochako knocked on her fathers door, searching for Izuku, only to find the source of her worries cuddled up with her father, a blanket covering katsuki’s fully naked and Izuku’s half naked bodies as The larger man spooned him.