#bkdk #bakudeku
Ridiculously rich businessman Katsuki hasn't taken a day off in ages.

The bakusquad trick him into going to a stripclub to blow off some steam.

Sero buys him a lap dance from a pretty little green haired stripper who goes by the name Deku.

And Katsuki's HOOKED.

After the 3rd dance, he pulls out his black credit card and Deku leads him to the back room.

The bakusquad don't see him for hours after that.

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Sero takes the last sip of his beer and sighs. "Let's face it, he hates these places, he probably sneaked out the back."

Kaminari's bored expression lights up and he points towards the private area.

"No. Way!" Kirishima laughs.

Katsuki stumbles towards them, a goofy smile stamped on his face, eyes glazed over, and hair dishevelled.

"So..." Sero says taking a good look at him. "Had fun?"

"Hmm?" Katsuki looks at him.

"Are you drunk?" Kirishima asks fighting not to laugh.

Katsuki shakes his head, goofy smile still solidly in place.

"Where's your tie?" Kaminari chirps in.

Katsuki looks down. "Oh... Huh... Deku liked it."

"I bet he did," Mina winks at him.

"Hey bro," Kirishima opens Katsuki's half unbuttoned shirt. "Is that a hickey???"

Kaminari spits out his drink and springs forward in his seat. "No fucking way. Is that what I think it is?!?"

"WHOA!" All three of them look at Katsuki's chest in awe. "You didn't..."

"Hmm?" Katsuki's glazed eyes look behind them and his smile widens.

They turn around and see Deku come out of the private room with a fancy orange silk tie wrapped around his waist like a prize.

Deku winks at him and mouths "call me" before disappearing into the staff room.

Katsuki looks down at his chest where Deku wrote his number with a permanent red marker.

"You got a stripper's number?!?" Kaminari shouts. "Man... You gotta teach me."

"Well done," Kirishima pats him on the back.

"Are you really going to call him?" Sero asks in awe.

Katsuki leans his head back and takes a deep breath. "Oh, fuck yeah I am," he says with a smirk.

"Hey," Mina adds, "Weren't you wearing a belt?"

Katsuki closes his eyes and chuckles.

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Aaaaand that's how Katsuki meets the adorable University student Izuku who he later convinces to become his sugar baby and eventually boyfriend.

Katsuki's happy and learns to relax.
Izuku's happy and spoiled rotten.

/the end

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Well... I wasn't expecting this to blow up. Thank you for all the love.
And it looks like I can be bribed into adding more.
So stand by?

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A sexy Deku offering to thank you all so much for the love.

https://twitter.com/fluffy_nsfw/status/1301647372917895169?s=19

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A few weeks later.

Katsuki has Deku's work schedule memorised.

Like clockwork, his driver drops him off at the stripclub. The owner, already waiting for him, walks him to the champagne room where he waits for Deku.

Deku enters the room, plops in his lap and buries his head in Katsuki's neck.

Katsuki runs a hand up and down his back. "Everything ok?"

"No," Deku huffs, sitting straight. "My ass hurts." He steals Katsuki's scotch and drinks it in one go.

The blond raises an eyebrow.

"Some old geezers kept pinching me even though I told them not to," Deku explains. "Crap, I'm sorry," he adds feeling guilty. "You don't come here to listen to me complain." He stands and grabs the empty glass. "I'll go get you another."

"You're wrong." Katsuki gently hold his wrist and pulls him back down into his lap. "I have a proposal for you."

Deku eyes him with caution.

"What if," Katsuki asks hopeful, "I was your only client?"

Deku rolls his eyes, used to this type of charade. "If I had a dollar every time someone said that, I'd be a millionaire already."

"Oh, I don't doubt that." Katsuki chuckles and put his hand on a warm plump thigh.

Deku leans on Katsuki's chest. "As fun as it would be Kacchan, you have a job and bills to pay."

"You haven't Googled my name yet, have you?"

"Nope," Deku's curls tickle Katsuki's cheek as he shakes his head. "In this business, ignorance is definitely bliss."

Katsuki unlocks his phone, types his name in the browser, and places it in Deku's hands.

Deku looks away. "No, Kacchan I..."

"Try me," he smirks.

Deku's eyes double in size when he looks at the screen. "What?!" he says siting straight. He scrolls and clicks on a few articles. "No. This can't be real."

Without a word, Katsuki takes out his wallet, opens it, and hands it to him.

"It all comes down to you," Katsuki whispers in a blushing ear. "Will you let me pay you to hang out with me... And only me?"

Deku swallows hard.

"I'll pay triple what you make here on a good day. I'll also pay your rent, expenses, clothes, trips... Name it, and it's yours."

"Kacchan... I..." He looks down at the phone and then back at the blond smiling at him. "Do you really mean that?"

Katsuki nods. "You can study without worrying about money, or old bastards touching you, and I get to see you outside of this shitty place. It's a win win."

Deku bites his bottom lip. That does sound nice. He only got into stripping because it paid well and the hours worked for him. But Kacchan's offer sounds good, maybe too good? What if...

A hand combing through his soft hair snaps him out of it.

"You're muttering again."

"Ok." Deku takes a deep breath. "This sounds amazing, but... What's to stop you from playing me?"

"Smart man," Katsuki smirks again. "We can draw a contract if it'll make you feel better."

Deku turns around in his lap to straddle him and lightly pulls on the orange silk tie. "A binding one?"

"Fuck yes," Katsuki lets out a moan at the thought of Deku using his tie again. "Add anything you want to it. I'll sign."

Deku's lips stop an breath away from Katsuki's. "You have a deal."

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A week later.

Izuku glances nervously at the man sitting in front of them in a very expensive looking suit, feeling out of place in his jeans and t-shirt.

"Huh, Kacchan?" He whispers leaning towards Katsuki. "Is this really necessary?"

"You want it to be binding, right?" Katsuki says flipping through the contract. "Todoroki's one of my best lawyers. We can trust him."

Izuku nods and looks down at the contract, doing his best to stop his hands from shaking.

Katsuki rubs Izuku's forearm in encouragement and nods to Todoroki.

"Mr. Bakugou made it painfully clear that this contract's main purpose is to protect you and your assets above all Mr. Midoriya," the man says staring at Katsuki the whole time as if Izuku didn't exist.

Izuku shrinks in his chair and keeps his eyes on the papers, thinking that maybe this was a bad idea after all.

What was he thinking?

Todoroki starts reading the contract out loud and, thankfully, it's much simpler than Izuku anticipated.

All Izuku really has to do is hang out with Katsuki when their schedule allows.

Sex is strictly off the table, unless Izuku wishes it to be, at which point tests would need to be done and they would be exclusive to one another.

Todoroki looks directly at him as he explains that part, and Izuku wishes the floor would swallow him whole.

Their deal starts the moment they sign and ends when Izuku chooses it to. Unless there's a major reason for him to do so, Katsuki can't end the contract.

And in exchange for his company, Katsuki will give him...

"Ten thousand dollars... a WEEK?" Izuku says much louder than he means to.

"After a thorough research," Todoroki says coldly. "That is three times what someone in your... profession makes. Which is what was agreed upon."

"Do you need more?" Katsuki adds calmly, as if this was the most normal conversation in the world.

"No! I..." Izuku puts the papers down. "T-that's WAY too much."

Todoroki raises an eyebrow and looks at Katsuki. "He's not going to like the next part then."

"Would you just..." Katsuki sighs at his lawyer and points to the contract.

Izuku rushes to grab the pile of papers again, feeling light headed as he reads what's next.

"Mr. Bakugou will also transfer the following amounts monthly: 500$ for home expenses such as heating, internet, cellular phone, etc. 950$ for rent fees." Todoroki continues.

... "1000$ for food costs. 1500$ for financial obligations, such as student loans and credit cards. 2000$ for daily living fees. And...Boss I think he's going to pass out."

Katsuki drops everything and leaps out of his chair to catch Izuku before he hits the ground.

"Are you ok?" he asks him worried. "Izuku?"

"That makes a grand total of 5 950$ a month, plus 10 000$ a week," Todoroki continues completely unbothered. "Payable to Mr. Midoriya in US dollars. Deposited into his bank account on the..."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND CALL A DOCTOR!"

"For the record," Todoroki sighs as he starts dialling. "I told you this was a horrible idea."

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Izuku wakes up laying on a hospital bed with his feet propped up.

Katsuki's standing beside him holding his hand and talking to a doctor.

"Welcome back," the doctor says when she notices he's awake. "How are you feeling?"

"A little dizzy," Izuku says, looking around the room.

"That's normal," she says. "Your blood pressure's a little low, but your vitals are good," she adds looking at his chart. "We're going to keep you for a few hours just to be safe, ok?"

"I'm fine really," Izuku tries to sit up but is stopped by Katsuki. "I'll just go home and rest."

"You were passed out for 20 minutes," Katsuki says worried.

"I... " he whispers turning his face away from the doctor. "I don't have insurance."

Katsuki blinks at him a few times before opening his mouth.

Todoroki pokes his head from behind him. "Legally, since you lost consciousness on Mr. Bakugou's property, he's responsible for any and all medical costs you encouter."

Katsuki closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Thank you," he says turning to face the nosy lawyer. "Again, we're good here. /Please leave./"

"I'll be back later to check on you." The doctor laughs. "Rest, and let me know if you need anything."

Once the doctor leaves, Izuku thinks back to what brought him here.

"Kacchan," Izuku says looking up at him. "I... I don't know if I can do this."

"You'll be fine," Katsuki says squeezing his hand. "The doctor said you just need..."

"No, not that," Izuku interrupts. "I mean our deal."

The sad expression falling on Katsuki's face makes Izuku's stomach twist in a strange way.

"Listen," Katsuki says after a moment. "If you need more..."

'NO!" Izuku stops him before he can add anything else. "It's way too much already. You're offering me in a month more than what I usually make in a year. I can't accept this."

"Actually," Todoroki says from behind Katsuki, "Once you include dinner outings, all expenses paid vacations, shopping spreed, and other activities, it comes to three times that amount."

Izuku's jaw falls and he covers his blushing face with his hands.

"Shut. Up!" Katsuki spins around. "WHY are you still here?"

Todoroki lifts his briefcase. "We haven't finished going over the contract."

"Don't you think it can wait???"

"But you said it was /really/ important to you that we do this," Todoroki adds not even remotely ruffled by Katsuki's sudden murderous glare.

"Why do I even bother with you," Katsuki says mostly to himself.

"We're friends," Todoroki grabs a pen from the inside pocket of his coat and walks to the other side of Izuku's bed.

"Like hell we are," Katsuki growls.

Izuku chuckles despite the situation. Their friendship was... something else.

"If you agree to the terms of this contract," Todoroki says handing him the pen and pulling out the contract. "Please sign here, and initial here."

After a moment of hesitation Izuku gathers his senses and looks at Katsuki. "Remove the monthly amounts and reduce to 2000$ a week," he says firmly. "Then I'll sign."

"You know," Todoroki frowns and examines Izuku closely. "People usually negotiate up...not down."

Katsuki shakes his head. "5000$ a week." He lifts a hand when Izuku protests. "You're worth every penny, and I get to spoil you from time to time."

Izuku bites his lower lip. He could pay off his student loans in no time with that kind of money, even put some aside to pay his next semesters, maybe save some for a rainy day...

"Ok," he finally agrees.

Todoroki deadpans and sighs. "I'll come back with the changes for you to sign."

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The top.

I'll keep adding to this every day or every other day.

https://twitter.com/fluffy_nsfw/status/1301141950016499712?s=19

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A few days later.

Katsuki's pacing in his livingroom.

He shouldn't be nervous. Really. What's gotten into him?

He's been seeing Izuku for weeks, even saw him naked a few times. How hard could it be to hang out with him fully clothed?

Besides, Katsuki Bakugou doesn't /do/ nervous.

It's not like he's never dated before, quite the opposite. It's just that... it's been a while.

And, was this even a date?

What do you call "paying a guy to spend time with you"?

For fuck's sake...

Ok, so the guy was hot as hell and really sweet, but still.

He combs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath.

This... was a good idea.

Katsuki's practically married to his job.

Evenings, weekends, even the few vacation days he allows himself to take, he ends up working them all.

He might as well live in his office at this point.

He doesn't have time to /date/. So having some fun scheduled on the side without any attachments is a good thing.

The extras have to be wrong about this.

Right?

Izuku and him aren't harming anyone. Their deal is consensual and they both get what they want from it.

Shitty hair and the others are on board with it. So why did four eyes and half and half bitch about it so damn much?

A knock on the door snaps him out of his thoughts.

He doesn't rush to the front door.

No. He. Doesn't.

And he certainly doesn't almost slam into said door, because if no one saw him do it, it didn't happen, OK?!

A quick look through the peephole has his heart racing even faster.

Izuku's standing right there, at his front door, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Katsuki looks in the mirror to check his hair for the 23rd time in the last half hour, and opens the door.

"Hi!" he says a smile spreading on his face.

Izuku smiles back, a little nervous but as gorgeous as ever. "G-good evening Kacchan."

"Come in," Katsuki moves aside to let him in. "Was the drive ok?"

Izuku takes off his shoes and puts on the pair of plush slippers Katsuki gives him.

"Yes," he rubs the back of his neck. "I wasn't expecting a limousine to pick me up, but it was... nice. Thank you."

"Oh," Katsuki tilts his head. "If you don't like limos, I can send something else next time. What would you like?"

Izuku shakes his head and waves his arms around, stammering something Katsuki can't quite make out.

"Just a normal car is fine," he eventually says, his face redder than before.

"Noted," Katsuki nods a bit confused, he thought Izuku would have loved the limo. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Yes, please." Izuku blurts out. He could definitely use a drink... or twelve.

Katsuki walks ahead of him and Izuku can't help but let his eyes wander up and down the blond's body.

Broad back, strong shoulders, arms that he bets could lift him with ease, a surprisingly small waist, and...

"Did you say something?" Katsuki asks looking over his shoulder.

"What?" he says, eyes darting back up. "Oh, uh, I was just saying... Nice home!" He gulps and forces a smile, internally cursing his mumbling.

"Thank you," Katsuki continues their short walk to the kitchen. "It's not big, but it's just me here, so it works."

Izuku nods and looks around at the pristine house filled with high end /everything/ and fancy decorations.

The kitchen alone is larger than his shared apartment and there's not one, but TWO statues in the hallway.

STATUES.

/Plural./

"Scotch?" Katsuki offers.

Izuku nods.

Strong liquor sounds /amazing/ right about now. He's never felt more out of place in his life.

Izuku spent the whole day trying on outfits for their first meeting. But even in casual wear, Katsuki looks a million times better than he does.

This was going to be a long night.

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Izuku carefully holds his glass with both hands, terrified that he might spill some on the luxurious sofa he's currently sitting on.

Katsuki's sipping from his glass a respectful distance away as an awkward silence builds up around them.

Izuku's heart hammers in his chest and his mind refuses to come up with an interesting topic of conversation.

"Have you... huh," Izuku ventures. "Have you lived here long?" Smooth... Uugh. He hates himself so much.

"About eight years now," Katsuki answers with a nervous nod. "It's a... a good neighbourhood." Damn it, Katsuki can't think of a lamer way he could have answered that.

Izuku forces a smiles and takes another sip.

This is a total disaster.

"Listen," Izuku finally says, unable to take this anymore. "I'm /so/ sorry. I... I'm just, really nervous."

Katsuki lowers his head and exhales.

"You must be so disappointed," Izuku continues.

"What?" Katsuki's head snaps up. "Why would I be?"

"Because you're paying me an outrageous amount of money for really bad small talk." Izuku says his nerves getting the best of him. "You must regret signing this deal. I feel horrible."

"No, no, please don't." Katsuki puts his glass down and moves closer to Izuku. "I'm nervous too. I've never done this before."

"Really?" Izuku looks at Katsuki. He assumed the rich businessman had a whole slew of people to /hang out/ with him like this.

"I..." Katsuki takes a deep breath. "Since I was going to see you every day, a friend of mine suggested that I become your sugar daddy as a joke."

Izuku frowns. "So all this is a twisted joke then?"

"No! As time passed, the idea started to gain merit." Katsuki pauses. "I know it's a little crazy..."

"A little?!"

"Ok a LOT crazy," Katsuki admits. "But you hated it there and I really like spending time with you," Katsuki continues. "And if I get to spoil you a little in the process, then what's the harm?"

Izuku stares at him in silence for a moment.

"I've never done this either and I can't help but think that I'm letting you down," he sighs. "I don't even know what to say or do with myself right now. What do you expect from me exactly?"

"To be honest... I have no expectations." Katsuki shrugs. "You can do whatever you want."

Izuku huffs. Being paid to do whatever he wants. How ridiculous was that?

He looks down at his drink then back at Katsuki who's softly smiling at him, when a thought hits him.

Should he test this "whatever he wants" thing?

He brings the glass to his lips and looks Katsuki in the eyes as he downs it all in one go.

He puts the glass down and Katsuki's smile falters when he swings a leg over the blond's lap to straddle him.

"Whatever I want," he repeats with a smirk. "Are you sure about that?"

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Kacchan freezes, not expecting things to ramp up this fast, or at all if he's honest. This is their first date-not-date after all.

"Because," Izuku leans forward licking his lips. "I can think of a few things I want to do... Mr. Bakugou."

A shiver runs right through Katsuki.

/Fuuuck./

How did Izuku manage to make his name sound so hot?

Katsuki keeps his hands flat on the sofa on either side of him.

He was never allowed to touch Izuku at the stripclub, and sure they're not there anymore, but they haven't discussed any of /this/ yet.

He's not going to risk upsetting Izuku when they're just getting started.

Izuku's lips brush against his and he wants nothing more than to lean in and claim those sweet rosy lips.

Patience is key here.

Izuku rolls his hips and Katsuki's brain stops working.

"S-Shit," Katsuki hisses raising his hips to chase more of that warm pressure.

Patience who?

/Fuck/

Izuku chuckles and bites Katsuki's lower lip, pulling a moan out of him.

"You didn't answer me," he says, spreading his legs to grind down harder on Katsuki's growing erection.

"Yes!" Katsuki's heart flips in his chest. "Whatever you want. /Anything/."

Izuku humms happily.

He rolls his hips again and captures Katsuki's lips with his own, parting them to let their tongues meet.

They both moan into the kiss as if it was their first.

Izuku cups Katsuki's face as he explores his mouth with slow deliberate licks.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't like having Katsuki's attention. He knew as much the second the blond had laid eyes on him at the stripclub.

The expression on Katsuki's face when he first saw him.

The way those burning red eyes raked over him, and only him.

Katsuki never so much as asked for another stripper.

It's an addictive feeling, and Izuku knows that it's a dangerous game to play but, there's no harm in having a bit of fun, is there?

"Do you do this with anyone else?" he asks nibbling his way up Katsuki's jaw.

"No. With my work," Katsuki struggles to form coherent thoughts. "There's no time for anyone else." His hands tighten their grip on the sofa. "Only you," he adds.

Izuku's whole body shivers at those last words and he crashes their lips together, his hands roaming all over Katsuki's chest, feeling every muscle under the thin fabric.

He looks down and chuckles when he notices Katsuki's hands gripping the sofa like his life depends on it.

He runs his hands over Katsuki's defined arms, enjoying the way the man groans and twitches under him.

He tugs on Katsuki's hands, laughing when he doesn't let go.

Katsuki shakes his head. "It's the sofa, or your ass. So..."

Izuku presses their foreheads together and wraps his arms around Katsuki's neck.

"I've wanted you to touch me for a while now," he admits. "But we couldn't."

Katsuki swallows and nods in agreement. It was against the club's rules.

"Now you can," Izuku seals their lips and Katsuki immediately lets go of the sofa to grab two handfuls of a warm, plump, /perfect/ ass.

He squeezes it hard, earning a delicious moan from Izuku that makes him never want to let go.

They grind against each other like animals in heat. Kissing and groping every bit of skin that comes to view.

Izuku pants in Katsuki's ear as the blond leaves possessive marks at the base of his neck.

He wants more.

Izuku's hand slides down between them, stopping only once he feels the heat and hardness of Katsuki's cock under his palm.

The blond moans and he pushes his hips into the touch.

Izuku's smile turns wicked and he stands up, eager to get "whatever he wants".

Katsuki instinctively let's go, confused as to what he did wrong to make Izuku leave.

But his thoughts come to a full stop when Izuku removes his shirt, taking his time to reveal his sunkissed skin to Katsuki inch by inch.

Izuku drops his shirt on the floor and swings his hips from side to side, dancing his way down between Katsuki's legs until he's at eye level with a throbbing, hard bump in Katsuki's pants.

He bites his lower lip and reaches to unbuckle the belt separating him from his prize.

"Oh," Katsuki's eyes double in size at the realisation. "You huh... You don't have to do... that."

Izuku pauses, hands still on Katsuki's belt.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asks suddenly unsure of himself. "You said I could do whatever I want, but if you don't want a blowjob... I won't force you."

"Wait, what?" Katsuki thinks he must have heard wrong.

Izuku /wants/ to do this?!?

Kacchan.exe has stopped working.

"Of course I do," he says unable to tear his eyes away from Izuku's. "I just don't want you to do this because you think you /have/ to. That's all."

Izuku looks down at his own erection then back up at Katsuki.

"I mean," Katsuki continues, hating how nervous he sounds. "I'd be perfectly happy just watching a movie with you. So... Don't feel forced to... you know."

"That's... actually really sweet," Izuku says, his hands still firmly holding onto Katsuki's belt. He tilts his head and thinks for a moment. "We could watch one after?"

"Ok," is all Katsuki's brain can supply him with and Izuku smiles up at him, genuinely happy with himself.

Katsuki's mind implodes.

That's it. He's done for. This man owns him now.

Izuku finishes removing the belt and Katsuki raises an eyebrow, thinking back to the first night they met.

"Are you going to steal that one too," he teases.

"Maybe," Izuku chuckles. "It looks nice, but I'm really more into ties." He winks.

"I have plenty if you're thinking of starting a collection," Katsuki laughs. "You little thief."

Izuku unzips the smug man's pants and slides a hand inside to shut him up, smirking at him when it works.

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CW: Oral sex.

We're about to crank up the spice a little bit.

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Izuku gently maneuvers his hands inside Katsuki's boxers and pulls the hard, already leaking cock out.

He grins as it twitches for him.

The thought of having such a powerful man come undone by his mouth alone has his own cock throbbing just as hard.

He looks up at Katsuki, making sure those hungry red eyes are still on him, and he opens his mouth, tongue sticking out to lick the bead of precum waiting for him.

He hums at the taste, moving his tongue up and down the shaft looking for more, and when there's none left, he goes for the source, sealing his lips around the head, suckling at it, rolling his tongue around like he has all the time in the world.

Katsuki rewards him with a symphony of moans and curses, struggling not to push his hips up to feel more of that wet heat.

Izuku smiles around the shaft, gleaming eyes on Katsuki's the entire time.

He starts to bob his head, up and down, slow and steady, tongue curving around every inch of that thick cock, savouring it like it's his last meal.

He runs a hand up Katsuki's muscular thigh until he reaches heavy balls begging for attention.

He abandons the pulsing cock and leans down to suck on one of the balls, then the other, massaging them with his tongue.

Katsuki bites his lower lip to stifle a moan.

Izuku's free hand wraps firmly around the base of Katsuki's cock and starts to pump, pace slow and teasing.

"Fuuuuuck," Katsuki's hips thrust up to meet his hand at every stroke.

Izuku hums around his balls, sending shivers all over Katsuki's body.

Pleased with himself, Izuku returns his attention to the purpling head of the angry cock, loving how heavy it feels on his tongue.

He bobs his head a few more times, coating every inch of it with saliva, and then he pushes himself further and further until his throat is full and soft blond hair tickles his nose.

Katsuki's breath gets caught in his lungs as he watches Izuku take his full length without even gagging once.

"Holy shit," he whispers, mesmerized by how long Izuku can stay there with his entire cock down his throat.

He could cum from that alone.

He cards his fingers through green locks and hums when Izuku's eyes close.

How dare he look this peaceful while doing something so lewd?!

Izuku blinks away a few tears and slowly comes back up, taking a few deep breaths before going again.

He moves up and down the full length a few more times, stopping to tease and suck at the leaking head before sliding /all/ the way down once more.

Katsuki feels heat coiling low in his gut already. "I'm not going to last if you keep this up," he says, his voice deep.

Izuku moans and picks up the pace, one hand fondling Katsuki's balls while the other slides down to stroke his own neglected erection.

"Fuuuck, is that what you want?" Katsuki growls. "You want me to cum down your throat?"

Izuku's nose rubs against blond hair and he nods.

"Well," Katsuki's eyes grow dark. "You're about to get your wish then."

Izuku takes a deep breath and dives back in with gusto, stroking his own cock at the same pace.

"So fucking good," Katsuki pushes his hips up. "I'm close."

Izuku moans loudly, also on the verge of his climax.

Katsuki groans. "Cuming." His eyes roll to the back of his head, lost in the pleasure waves that come crashing over him.

Izuku quickly pushes his head as far down as he can, eagerly swallowing around the throbbing length as it pumps every last drop down his throat.

The warm feeling has him cuming a second later, eyes half lidded, moaning around Katsuki's cock, emptying in his hand.

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Moments later.

Izuku comes back from cleaning up in the bathroom when the weight of what just happened hits him.

His face turns bright red.

This was by far the weirdest hook up he's ever had. Sucking Katsuki off at the club had been one thing, but this?

Did that make him an escort now?

"Are you hungry?" Katsuki says as Izuku enters the living room. "I can get us a snack," he pauses. "If... you still want to watch a movie that is."

Izuku nods nervously and Katsuki hurries to the kitchen, coming back with a large tray covered with bowls, each one filled to the brim with assorted snacks: chips, popcorn, mixed nuts, cookies, and more.

Then he makes another trip, coming back with a tray of drinks: water, juice, scotch, wine, and a few different brands of sodas.

Izuku stares at the trays in confusion. "Are other people coming over?"

"No," Katsuki grabs the remote. "Why?"

"Because, you brought enough to feed a small army."

"Oh, I didn't know what you liked," Katsuki turns on the wide screen tv and sits down. "So I got a bit of everything."

Izuku nods still a little puzzled, and sits besides Katsuki. "You didn't have to."

Katsuki smiles at him and offers the remote. "Your pick."

Their deal might be weird, but Katsuki's nice and handsome, with just the right amount of /wild/.

Izuku could easily deal with that for a few months.

He leans back into the sofa with a bowl of popcorn and scrolls through the movies.

~~~~~~

The next day.

Izuku gets a text from Katsuki during his lunch break, surprised to hear from him so soon.

K: "Are you free after class today?"

I: "I think so, why?"

K: "Want to go shopping?"

I: "That'd be great! I need to buy new shirts and maybe some pants."

K: "Perfect. Meet me in the parking lot at 2?"

I: ""

Izuku smiles down at his phone.

It's been a while since he hung out at the mall. This was going to be fun.

~~~~~~

Izuku reaches the university's parking lot like discussed.

"Mr. Midoriya," A man opens the door of a sleek all black car as he approaches.

Izuku hesitates before thanking the man and steps inside.

Katsuki's greets him with a smile and the driver exits the university grounds, taking the highway heading North.

"Hum," Izuku looks out the back window. "Isn't the mall the other way?"

"The mall?" Katsuki frowns.

"Aren't we going shopping?"

Katsuki nods. "A friend of mine recommended a store not far from here," he explains. "Said they had clothes there that you might like."

"Oh ok," Izuku nods a little disappointed.

They stop in front of a small store with a name Izuku's never heard of.

Katsuki holds the door open for him and a quick look inside reveals racks upon racks of assorted clothing, all more expensive looking than the rest.

"Oh... wow," Izuku walks in with Katsuki in tow.

The store is empty, which is odd, but Izuku takes a deep breath and starts to browse, quickly noticing that none of the clothes have tags of any kind.

A blond man wearing a sparkly baby blue shirt walks up to them just as Izuku asks Katsuki about the lack of tags.

"Because mon chéri," he says with palpable pride. "We make every piece you see here by hand."

Izuku immediately lets go of the shirt he was looking at and nervously glances at Katsuki.

"Pardon my manners," the man days with a bow. "My name is Aoyama."

Izuku freezes, realizing that this is /also/ the name of the store they're in.

Aoyama takes a good long look at him from head to toe. "Are you ready?" he asks.

Izuku blinks at him. "For w-what?"

"For your VIP treatment," Aoyama smiles, practically radiating light. "We're going in the dressing room and turning you into a work of art!"

"But," Izuku looks around the empty store. "What about your other customers?"

"Oh chéri," Aoyama laughs. "We closed early just for you," he casually explains, as if this was a regular occurrence. "That way you have my undivided attention."

"You what?!"

"Your friend here asked for the VIP experience, and that's exactly what you're getting. Now come on." Aoyama pulls him forward. "Let's make your sparkle!"

Izuku shoots a mortified look at Katsuki who simply smiles back at him.

Why couldn't it have been the mall?!

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The room they're brought into has a semi circle of mirrors on the right, a sitting area with drinks and pastries laid out on the left, and a changing area in the back.

Aoyama's assistant pours Katsuki a cup of tea as he sits down and Aoyama drags Izuku to the changing area.

The afternoon is filled with more clothes than Izuku has ever seen in his life. Some more outrageous than others.

Really... who wears a cape, and what on earth is crushed velvet?!

Aoyama even helps him put some of them on. Seriously, how many holes can a shirt have?!

Katsuki's on his phone most of the time, either talking business or checking emails, but he always puts it aside when Aoyama brings Izuku in front of the mirrors to "show off".

After three hours of this, Izuku's had enough.

He escapes Aoyama's grip while he's busy fetching yet another outfit for him and hurries to sit next to Katsuki.

Izuku holds the silk dressing-gown closed tight around him. "Kacchan," he whisper shouts. "Can we /please/ go now?"

"Already?" Katsuki says offering him a pastry, which Izuku quickly stuffs in his mouth.

Izuku groans when Aoyama calls him over from across the room.

"I'm tired," he says. "I'm starving, and if I have to put on one more outfit," he exhales. "I'm going to scream."

Kacchan chuckles. "Ok. I'll talk to Aoyama."

Izuku sighs with relief and devours another pastry.

"Go change and meet me up front." Katsuki stands. "We can get something to eat before I drop you off. Sounds good?"

"Thank you!" Izuku rushes to the changing area, dodging Aoyama's assistant.

He feels bad for wasting everyone's time like this. He only got two shirts after all, which Katsuki paid for before he was done changing back into his sorely missed jeans and t-shirt.

But Aoyama doesn't seem to mind at all, in fact he thanks them profusely and says they're welcome to come back in his store any time.

Once back in the car, Izuku leans his head back and takes a deep breath, glad that all this is finally over.

Katsuki's frowning and typing on his phone.

"Everything ok?" Izuku asks.

"Some crap at work," he sighs before putting the phone away. "Sorry."

"Do you have to go back?"

"Yeah," Katsuki nods, looking tired. "But we have time to eat first. What do you feel like having?"

"I'd kill for a burger from Joe's, there's one right by my place," he says laughing at the disgusted look Katsuki gives him. "Not a fan of fast food?"

"Hell no," Katsuki admits. "It shouldn't even be called /food/."

"Hey," Izuku turns in his seat to face him. "If I can survive /three hours/ of trying on clothes," he challenges. "I think you can survive /one/ burger meal."

"Fine." Katsuki rolls his eyes with a chuckle. "Give my driver the address."

Katsuki can't help but smile when Izuku lights up and starts babbling on and on about how delicious that place's burgers are.

~~~~~~

Once they reach the "restaurant" Izuku beams with excitement.

He LOVES this place.

Katsuki looks up at the menu while Izuku chats up the cashier.

"How's the family?" Izuku asks the cashier. "Is your aunt feeling better?"

"Oh she's much better," the woman answers. "How did your econ exam go?"

Katsuki raises an eyebrow at that. How fucking often does he come here to know the staff's family that well?!

After a few more minutes of chit chat, they finally place their order and Katsuki insists on paying.

"They're super nice here," Izuku says once the cashier is taking someone else's order. "I used to work here before stripping," he explains. "I had just moved here, had zero experience, no references, nothing, but they took me in anyway. They treated me like family."

Izuku's speaks of them so fondly, eyes bright with a soft smile, it makes Katsuki want to kiss him.

By the time Katsuki debates if that would be appropriate or not, their order's called and Izuku hurries to grab the tray of food.

Izuku turns away to find them a place to sit and Katsuki slips a hundred dollar bill in the tip jar, nearly giving the cashier a heart attack.

"Oh my god," Izuku moans as he takes a bite of his burger. "That's soooo good."

Kacchan's eyebrows shoot up as he take a bite and he pauses for a second to examine his burger.

"It's good right?" Izuku says, way too happy at his reaction.

Katsuki squints his eyes at him.

"Come on, admit it," he smirks. "You like it!"

"Alright you win," Katsuki takes another bite. "I'm willing to make an exception and call this /food/."

Izuku laughs. "Oh wait, don't move," he says grabbing a napkin. "You have something here." He wipes a drop of mustard from Katsuki's chin, ignoring the butterflies suddenly dancing in his stomach.

"Thank you," Katsuki says, a smile growing on his lips.

"Wouldn't want to stain that tie," Izuku adds, lightly pulling on it.

Katsuki smirks at him.

Izuku blushes, let's go of the tie and returns to his meal.

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Back in the car.

"That hit the spot, " Izuku sighs happily. "Can I ask you something?"

"Hmm?" Katsuki says, typing away on his phone.

"Do you ever drive?"

"Sometimes yes," Katsuki lifts his head to look at him. "Why?"

"Just curious," Izuku looks at the driver in front of them then back at Katsuki. "Sorry, I wasn't judging or anything."

"It's fine," Katsuki says. "I didn't always have a driver, but my business grew to a point where it became a necessity." He lifts his phone. "That way I get to work while traveling."

"You really do work a lot huh?" Izuku looks at him with pity, wondering how lonely of a life he must live.

Katsuki chuckles and nods, not willing to say how much of an understatement that was.

~~~~~~

Once they reach his apartment complex, Izuku pauses before opening the car door.

Katsuki's mind races, wondering if /now/ was a good time for a kiss. Was he even allowed to? Or should he wait for Izuku to initiate like before?

"Thank you for today," Izuku says, pulling on the door handle.

Katsuki nods, not trusting himself to speak without sounding like the desperate mess he's becoming.

"Good luck at work." Izuku waves and exits the car.

Katsuki sighs as he watches Izuku walk away.

Spending time with him made his heart soar and ache all at once.

His main consolation? At least Izuku isn't a gold digger like the other men he's been with.

Izuku was leagues and bounds above them all.

He knows there's no way in hell someone like Izuku would ever be interested in him like that.

He only wishes his heart would get the memo.

~~~~~~

Izuku plops on his bed, exhausted from this crazy day.

He's just about to close his eyes when his roommate calls him over, saying there's someone at the door with a delivery for him.

Odd... he didn't order anything.

He freezes when he sees Aoyama's assistant standing at his doorstep with 5 large bags /filled/ with clothes.

"Special delivery," she says cheerfully. "Mr. Bakugou said to deliver those directly to you."

"Uh," Izuku looks in the first bag, recognising some of the outfits he tried on earlier. "He did what now?!"

She thanks him again for shopping at their store and she leaves (more like: runs away) before he has a chance to say anything else.

Ochako's standing behind him with a huge grin on her face. "That must have been some blowjob you gave him," she teases.

He blushes and rushes to his room to make a phone call.

"Izuku?" Katsuki answers on the first ring. "Is everything ok?"

"No!" Izuku closes his bedroom door. "What's all this?"

"What's what?"

"The clothes!"

"Oh! Wow she's fast," Katsuki says, impressed. "Those are just the things I thought fit you well."

"But," Izuku looks inside the bags on his bed. "There must be everything I tried on in there."

"You looked good in everything," Katsuki answers. "Sue me!"

"Kacchaaan..."

"Don't /Kacchaaan/ me," Katsuki laughs. "Our deal says I can spoil you."

"Yes but," Izuku digs in one of the bags. "What am I supposed to do with a crushed velvet CAPE?!"

"Wear it this fall when it gets cold?"

Izuku glares at the cape in silence.

"Well we can't return it, so," Katsuki continues after a moment. "Use it as a blanket? Or give it to a friend?"

Izuku doesn't know how to answer to that.

"Oh! I also got you a few of those silk robes," Katsuki adds. "You looked damn good in that."

Izuku squeaks. "But they weren't even for sale!?"

"You're welcome," Katsuki answers, obviously proud of himself.

"T-thank you."

"See you on Friday?"

"...Yes."

"Ok," Katsuki says. "Let me know if you need anything else. Aoyama has your measurements, he said he could..."

"NO!!!" Izuku blurts out. "I'm good for a while, thank you."

Katsuki laughs and wishes him a good night.

~~~~~~

Ochako helps him go through the bags of clothes, sorting then in "might wear", "won't wear", and "what even is this" piles.

After an hour, Izuku sits on his bed exhausted.

"This is going to be a theme with him isn't it?" he says with a sigh.

She nods and pets the soft cape. "I don't know why you're surprised," she says trying it on. "The guy's filthy rich. Obviously /spoiling/ doesn't mean the same to him as it does you."

He groans and let's himself fall on the bed.

"You can keep that too," he says pointing at the cape.

She spins around in it, looking at herself in the mirror. "I could probably wear it for Halloween. Maybe I'll dress up as a fancy witch."

Izuku snorts.

"Have you tried talking to him about it?" she says folding the cape.

"Yes," he groans. "He said he's allowed to spoil me as per our contract."

"Then enjoy it!" she playfully smacks his leg.

"But I..."

"No!" she says lifting a finger to shush him. "You are the /only/ person I know who would dare find something wrong with this." She points to the clothes. "He /wants/ to spoil you. He can totally afford it. And he has a nice dick. You're living the dream babe."

Izuku buries his face in his pillow. "I guess I AM an escort now," he says, his voice muffled.

"And what's wrong with that?" she challenges.

He lifts his head from the pillow.

"He's paying you for your time," she adds. "When you think about it, it's just a job."

Izuku sighs, not entirely convinced.

Katsuki wasn't like most other clients he met at the club. He was respectful, always interested in what he was talking about, no matter how weird the subject was. He never judged or treated him like an object either.

He was kind and funny... But the man never asked him out. He only called to ask about his working hours. Nothing more.

Izuku's heart pinched.

"You should be thankful," she continues. "It could be way worse. He could be an old wrinkly dude asking to pinch your bubble butt every day."

"I guess you're right." He chuckles.

"So. Enjoy. It." She sits next to him. "You deserve it," she adds soflty. "You have a lot more time to study. You don't need to worry about bills for awhile, and," she says moving green curls away from his eyes. +

+"If it means your homegirl gets some sweet leftovers once in a while, then it's even better!"

He laughs and playfully pushes her away.

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Friday morning, Izuku receives a text right before his first class.

K: Are you still available later today?

Izuku looks down at his phone and chews his lip, somewhat dreading what crazy scheme the businessman has planned for them this time.

I: Yes.

(Kacchan is typing...)

Then nothing.

(Kacchan is typing...)

Then nothing again.

This goes on for a few minutes.

Izuku raises an eyebrow. Maybe Katsuki's busy at work?

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At the other end.

Katsuki's sitting in his office, staring at the ceiling.

"Everything ok?" comes Kirishima's voice from the door. "They're ready for you in the conference room."

"Yeah," Katsuki nods and stands. "Are you seriously going to wear that tie?!" he says glaring at the bright red atrocity hanging around his CEOs neck.

"Kaminari said it brings out my eyes," Kirishima grins at him and puffs out his chest.

"You shouldn't listen to that idiot," Katsuki rolls his eyes. "He's given me nothing but bad advice."

"I don't know," Kirishima tilts his head. "That Sugar Daddy thing was pretty solid."

"Shut up! No one else needs to know about that," Katsuki shushes him. "I meant the limo and the shopping ideas."

"What happened?"

"Izuku /hated/ it," Katsuki groans. "He was more excited about a fucking burger joint than the clothes I bought him." He sighs.

"Aww," Kirishima pouts. "I thought for sure he'd like that."

"Me too! I'm seeing him again today," Katsuki looks down at his phone. "And I don't have a damn clue where to bring him."

"You could ask him," Kirishima says plainly.

Katsuki's mouth opens and closes a few times.

"Why didn't I think of that?" he grumbles and starts typing.

K: "What would you like to do?"

I: "The new Plus Ultra movie came out today. Want to go see it?"

K: "Sure. I'll pick you up at 3?"

Izuku: "Ok! "

Katsuki's shoulders relax and his frown turns into a small smile.

"See? You got a smiley face," Kirishima cheers. "Good job man."

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Later that day.

Izuku walks towards the parking lot, breathing a little easier knowing that they'll be doing a normal activity this time.

He's been dieing to see that movie for months now and he hopes that Katsuki will enjoy it too.

He thanks the driver before entering the car, and immediately goes into full nerd mode on Katsuki who stares back at him in shock.

He's still talking about superheroes and villains theories by the time they arrive at the theatre.

It's the happiest Katsuki's seen him since they met, and judging by how fast he's talking, that movie must mean a lot to him.

Katsuki's not complaining though. For once, Izuku doesn't seem to hate what they're doing and he loves superhero movies too. He just... can't get more than a few words in before Izuku starts talking again.

So, Katsuki's content smiling and nodding as he opens the door for him.

"Ah," Izuku rubs the back of his neck. "I'm talking too much aren't I? Sorry. I kind of like those movies."

"Kind of?" Katsuki smirks and walks to the counter. "Don't worry about it, it's /kind of/ cute." He winks.

Izuku blushes and looks away. "Wow it's really quiet in here today," he says looking around. The place is deserted. "Are we too early?"

Katsuki shrugs and orders them drinks, popcorn, along with any other skacks Izuku happens to look at.

"Wait," Izuku looks back at the counter when they walk away. "Shouldn't we buy tickets?"

"Already done," Katsuki says walking towards the one of the viewing rooms.

A staff member approaches them and bows. "Mr. Bakugou, Mr. Midoriya, right this way please."

Izuku looks around them again and then back up at Katsuki suspiciously.

"It's an honour to have you here," the employee says, mostly in Katsuki's direction. "Please let us know when you're ready and we'll start the movie."

"Wait." Izuku stops before stepping into the room.

Katsuki plays innocent and keeps walking, thanking the employee holding the door open for them.

"How is this place /empty/ on opening day?" Izuku continues. "Omg... You rented the whole theatre?!?"

Katsuki tilts his head and turns to look at Izuku. "I own the building, so technically they rent from me. So... No?"

Izuku's speechless.

Was that man unable to do ONE normal thing in his life?

"The owner owed me a favour," Katsuki explains. "And I thought it'd be nice to not be disturbed while we watch the movie."

"Well if that's what you wanted," Izuku says throwing his hands up. "We could have just watched a movie at your place."

He blushes immediately, remembering what they did last time.

After a short pause. "This movie looks good." Katsuki says trying to change the subject.

Izuku sighs and rubs both hands over his red face . "You're just saying that to be nice to me."

"No," Katsuki resumes walking. "I've seen all his other movies."

"Oh yeah?" Izuku frowns at his back. "What's your favourite Might Man era costume?"

"That's a trick question," Katsuki says without missing a beat. "You mean All Might and it's obviously the golden era costume." He smirks at him from over his shoulder. "Nice try though."

Izuku's jaw drops and he hurries after Katsuki, immediately bombarding him with more All Might questions, thinking maybe there's hope for him after all.

~~~~~~

A little later

Katsuki's torn between watching the movie and stealing glances at Izuku's excited face without getting caught.

Izuku's eyes are bright, filled with amazement, and his smile... God /his smile/! It makes Katsuki melt all over again.

He doesn't remember the last time he's felt that way for someone, and he's still not sure if he should thank or punish his friends for bringing him to that stripclub.

Izuku grabs a sip of his drink and locks eyes with Katsuki.

Shit. Busted.

Katsuki returns his attention to the movie as if nothing happened.

~~~~~~

Once the movie ends Katsuki quickly discovers that Izuku has a /whole/ other level of nerdy excitement.

That man is WIRED.

WOW!

He's talking about the movie so fast that Katsuki has a hard time following his train of thought.

He steals a quick glance at his phone to check the time and swears under his breath.

[5 missed calls and 14 text messages.]

Not what he wanted to see.

"What's wrong?" Izuku asks feeling like the evening's vibe completely changed.

"I..." Katsuki sighs and scrolls through the texts. "Shit. Give me one second, ok? I'm really sorry."

Izuku nods as Katsuki takes a few steps away to make a call.

"Hey," Katsuki shoves his free hand down his pocket. "What happened? I thought you had this handled." There's a short pause. "You're fucking kidding. They backed out!?"

Katsuki takes a deep breath in. "No. That's not going to work. Get Todoroki, Sero, and Iida in /right now/, I'll be there soon." There's another short pause. "Don't worry about it. See you in a bit."

"You have to go back huh?" Izuku says, his excitement fading away.

"Yeah," Katsuki pockets his phone and sighs. "I can't give any details, but there's something /big/ going down and shit just hit the fan in the worst way."

Katsuki looks up with a mix of sadness and something else Izuku can't put his finger on.

"I probably won't have a lot of time to see you until it's resolved," he adds.

Izuku nods, his heart hammering against his ribs. "I understand."

"I'm /so/ sorry," Katsuki says. "I had a really great time tonight and I hate to end it like this." He sighs again. "I'll call a cab and have my driver drop you off at home."

"No no," Izuku steps towards him. "I can take the cab. It's your car after all."

"I insist." Katsuki gently touches Izuku's arm. "Please. It's the least I can do."

"...Ok." Izuku steps closer "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Oh you help more than you know," Katsuki gives him a small smile.

Izuku's chest tightens, and before he can fully process his thoughts, he closes the distance between them and wraps his arms around the blond.

Katsuki's eyebrows shoot up in surprise and he hugs him back, feeling the tension roll off of his shoulders.

Katsuki looks down into those beautiful green eyes and takes a deep breath in, committing the image to memory.

Izuku's cheeks turn a light shade of pink and he looks away, breaking their hug.

Katsuki walks him to the car, gives instructions to his driver, and watches them leave.

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CW: Sex and drunken fun (but always with consent).

Notes:
- We're going to get spicy in the upcoming scenes.
- I'm working full time again, so updates might be a little slower, but I'll work hard to make it up to you all.
- QRTs appreciated

(TBC soon)
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