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Izuku Midoriya grew up a quiet kid. Growing up, few people wanted to be friends with him because they were scared of his father. Hisashi Midoriya was a feared mafia boss. Everyone in their prefecture knew of their reputation, but it was never proven in the eyes of the law. Izuku grew up hearing people talk about how awful his family was. He never understood it. He had a generous dad and a loving mother. It was because of them, that he found himself at the college library.
Izuku’s parents died when he was freshly out of high school. It was a targeted attack and it took both his parents from him and minted him as the new head of the Midoriya mafia counterparts. With it, he inherited the reputation and the eau du fear that choked those around him. His presence made grown men kneel in submission, but he was tired of easy submission because of who he was. He craved a primal fight, especially in the bedroom. Everyone he picked up bent over with no issue the moment he asked. Greedily, they always asked how high when he asked them to jump. It led him here, in a hotel room balls deep. He pulled out of the twink he had picked up at a bar, no longer hard. “Get out.” He growled at the brunette who was lying in the hotel bed. His hole gaping and matching his open mouth. “But I didn’t finish.” He insisted. A fight. Maybe this kid wasn’t completely useless. “You want more? Beg for it. Tell me how much you want my cock in your slutty hole.” The young man rolled off the bed sobbing. “I don't like that. I’m going home.” Deku ran his hand through his hair and grabbed his pants as his attempted hook up sniffled his way through putting on clothes. Once the college boy left, he checked his watch. He’d have to be leaving anyway. He was expected at the library for the annual funding meeting.
Izuku arrived after stopping for a cup of coffee. He was able to get buzzed into the college library by the front desk woman. The librarian, an old friend from high school, welcomed him into her space. “Ochako-San! So nice to see you!” “Deku-kun! How are you doing? Tenya has been asking about you. You should stop by and see the kids sometime.” Ochako and her husband, Tenya, were high school sweethearts. They balanced out his quiet demeanor with their loud love. They always had heard the rumors about the Midoriya’s and the mafia, but they always defended Izuku when people accused them. He got Ochako this job as a librarian after his mother had asked to donate money to her college library. She was able to work her way up to head librarian and research facilitator. Tenya worked for the family business after his brother was injured. They never asked questions about where all the money came from.
Their meeting was long, but afterwards, Izuku was pleased with what his funding was doing for the university. He had been able to fund a large amount of research projects for the graduate students. He was admiring the local community board, sometimes he’d do some random acts of kindness for the college students. He had a lot of money to burn. If someone needed a job, he’d just hire them at the restaurant. He was always needing servers and line cooks and dishwashers. He paid handsomely. No one ever complained about working for the Midoriya family.
“Move.” A gruff voice stated to the green haired behemoth of a man.
Izuku was captivated. He towered over the blonde with the husky voice and he felt himself grow hard at the thought of this man underneath him. “What are you looking for?” Izuku asked. Crimson eyes met viridian eyes. “I need a fucking roommate. Mine is moving in with his girlfriend after graduation.”
He stabbed a thumb tack through the grey paper. “I could help you. If you’d let me.” The blonde raised an eyebrow towards the tall man. “Aren’t you a bit old to be looking for a roommate?” Izuku looked at the poster among the other colorful papers on the cork board. He noted the name on the contact information. “Katsuki,” he started, looking down at the student. “Let me help you.” He all but purred at the student. “Fuck you.” Katsuki stormed off and left the library. Izuku took the poster off the wall and pocketed it. He’d help the student, whether he liked it or not.
Katsuki was starting to think he broke a few hundred mirrors in his past life. First his ex and he split up because Katsuki wasn’t ready to get married fresh out of college. Then he lost his job at the school cafe because he was two weeks away from graduating and his roommate was moving out to move in with his girlfriend. He liked living with Eijiro. He was clean and let him know when he was having his girlfriend, Mina, over. They had lived together since being thrown into the same leaky dorm their freshmen year. They survived all nighters, Aizawa’s exams, Katsuki’s hoe phase, Eijiro’s hoe phase, their vaping phase, when they only drank tito’s and lemonade for 6 weeks straight, every new year’s resolution that involved the gym for the past four years and he was leaving that friendship for the girl he’d been dating for six months. He liked Mina, she was sassy and took no shit from anyone, including the two roommates. However, Katsuki was frustrated to lose the only person he’d ever lived with. Living alone would be fine, but he didn’t have the income for that. Now, he met the human form of a Greek god in a casual purple button down and fitted pants. He took a sip of his water in an attempt to calm his rapidly heating face. He had just embarrassed himself in front of the man. He knew he was brash, but he hated getting close to people. They always used him to get to his parents. “I like you, Bakugou. Do you think your mom could make me a model in the next issue?” He punched the wall as he entered his apartment at the memory of being used. This man, however, did not care. He said he could help him. What did that even mean? Katsuki’s dirty mind flashed to the man’s tight shirt and pants. He imagined those arms over top of him. He wondered if he had a huge cock to match that energy he exuded. Just as he felt all hope was lost, he received a text.
“I told you I could help. - Deku.”
Who the fuck was Deku? He was going to just ignore and block the number but then he received a notice that six months of rent had been paid in advance. Did Deku do this?
“It could be a one time thing. If you ever need me, you have my number. - Deku.”
Deku grasped his hard dick in his hand as his other hand held him upright in the shower stall. The blonde, Katsuki, had plagued his thoughts all day. He remembered the red eyes, slightly puffy from crying. The student was buff, he definitely took care of himself and wanted to show himself off. He had done his research into the boy and was pleasantly surprised. He had a minor assault charge from high school that had been removed from his record, but the documents were still there. He was currently studying business and management. He noted that his parents had their own fashion business, but on Katsuki’s social media page, he didn’t follow either of his parents. He was however able to see a beautiful shirtless pic that he had posted at the gym. The view of Katsuki’s toned body plagued him all day. He was still unsatisfied with that man from earlier. He imagined the feisty blonde underneath him as he fucked into him hard. He’d show the young student all about the pleasure he could give him. He increased his pace as he stroked his cock. What set him over the edge was the thought of the pushing the blonde on his knees and fucking his mouth like he needed to cum or he’d die. He knew the blonde would give him the fight he craved in a sexual partner. He would just have to allow Katsuki to see for himself what a catch he was.
Katsuki had been experiencing the weirdest things and it started the day the mysterious Deku paid 6 months of rent. He managed to find a job with the Endeavor Corporation, who took him on with the basic interview and resume glance. They told him someone recommended he be hired - maybe one of his professors? Or even his parents? He shuddered at the thought. Then, on the day of his graduation, someone sent flowers and gifts to his apartment, for both him AND his roommate. Eijiro was jealous and teased his roommate. “You a sugar baby now?” He joked, picking up a box and taking out the smart watch inside. “Whoever did this is loaded. This is the newest smart watch. It’s supposed to be the best for tracking fitness too.” Eijiro picked up the box with his name on it and opened it, revealing a matching smart watch and a card that said “Congrats!” “I don’t know who you befriended, but keep doing what you are doing. Or who you are doing.” The redhead joked. Katsuki picked up the card attached to the flowers, and no one had ever bought him flowers before. It made him feel weird, content maybe. He couldn’t accept this though. It was too much.
Katsuki: Deku? I know you sent me the flowers and the watch. And for Ei? This is too much.
He typed out the message and didn’t have to wait for long for a response.
Deku: You deserve the world. I can give it to you. Whatever you want, you can have it.
Deku: Please let me take you out to eat. I think I can help you some more.
Katsuki thought it over and looked back at the card: “Katsuki, you’re like the sun. You brighten my world and I can't live without you.” This man was cheesy and Katsuki struggled to hide a smile from his roommate. “Is that a smile on the Great Explosion Murder God?” Eijiro joked. “Fuck you.” Katsuki responded without a second thought.
“He asked me out.” He added. The redhead laughed and took the phone from his awestruck roommate. “He wants you to be his sugar baby. What other help can he offer?” Katsuki groaned. “He paid six months of rent for me and I’m pretty sure he’s behind me getting the job with the Endeavor Corp.” Eijiro almost dropped the phone in shock. “He did what? Shit, he’s loaded. What’s his name?” “He refers to himself as Deku.” Eijiro laughed. “I’ve heard rumors from Mina about how this school has mafia connections. Don’t you think Deku might be a part of that?” “He’s fucking hot, Ei.” Katsuki groaned. “The hottest man I’ve ever seen. I just wanted to drop to my knees and blow him in the library.” “Shit, that hot on the Baku-hoe scale. What does he look like?” “A literal god.” “That explains nothing.” “He’s got green hair and freckles, but he’s ripped.” “You didn’t snag a picture?” “No, I’ll do it on the date.”
Izuku was directing his underboss, Shouto to have a lower member clean up the mess he made. His phone buzzed and he knew exactly who it was.
Katsuki: sure. Tomorrow, 6. We can go to my favorite restaurant.
Deku: I have your address from the flyer. I’ll pick you up then.
K: fine. I gotta help Ei get the last of his things out. I’ll see you tomorrow. Dress casual.
Izuku chuckled to himself which caused Shouto to question his behavior. “I may have someone new to keep by my side.” “You met someone?” Izuku threw his head back in laughter. “Aww, you make it seem like I’m so undateable. Have you seen me?” Shouto snorted. “Yeah just keep that horse cock locked away.” “You’re just jealous.” Shouto was married. He had a wife and kids and kept them separate from work. They screwed around a few times in the beginnings of Izuku’s mafia career. Shouto eventually met his wife, Momo at a charity ball. He also runs his father’s business on the side so it’s a perfect cover for any crime he’s done. It’s also how he was able to get Izuku's little firecracker a job, despite the arrest record. A new associate scurried by and paled at the damage to their interrogation room. “Have fun kid. If you need help disposing of the body, ask Mei. She’ll dispose, you’ll have to clean.” The boy nodded. He was a bastard son of one of his higher ranking members. The person they “interrogated” was a serial rapist. No one would miss him and this kid wouldn’t rat him out. Deku considered the day a success.
Katsuki was panicking. He didn’t know what to wear and Deku would be here shortly. He contemplated his signature skull tee, but was that too casual? He settled on a black button up and his skinniest pair of jeans. He wasn’t going to put out on the first date, he never did. But, he could torture the man a little bit.
Deku arrived in a sports coat and dark green button down. It matched his hair and had Katsuki drooling. “Katsuki, you look nice.” Deku looked him up and down. “You look absolutely handsome.” Under his dark gaze, Katsuki felt small, like a piece of meat. He never liked it when someone viewed him as such, but with Deku, it just turned him on. Deku led the blonde to his fancy sports car. “Of course you have a fucking Mercedes.” “Don’t talk down to Aiko.” Izuku joked. “You named her. You are such a nerd.” The soft chuckle echoed in the night as Izuku held the passenger door open for his date. Slipping around the car and sliding smoothly, Katsuki would add, in, the green haired man asked about his favorite restaurant. “It’s a spicy ramen place.” The blonde admitted. “I have a high tolerance for spice.” Deku muttered to himself “I bet he’s a masochist.” He didn’t stop in time for the blonde to not hear that, instead Deku squeaked and turned on the car’s radio. The sweet lull of some American band playing over the speakers. Katsuki blushed, because he was completely correct in his assumption. He liked it rough in bed, but no one had been willing to give him what he wanted. His ex was the closest he had gotten to the pain levels he wanted in bed. His ex hated leaving marks and would only spank him, but he wanted the pain and marks from biting and the bruises from being spanked so hard he cried. He looked at the man in the driver’s seat, still blushing, and made the theory that this man could give him all he craved and more. Even if he wasn’t a sadist himself, Katsuki had a feeling that Deku would do whatever he asked of him. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea.
They arrived at the restaurant and the server immediately recognized Katsuki. It was his old friend Denki. He, Ei and Denki sometimes hung out, got high, and played shooting games until the sun came up as if they were still teenagers. Even though Denki had dropped out of college to work at Mad Noodles fulltime, they still hung out as good friends. This was not a usual day for him to be working, normally he was off on Thursdays. “What are you doing here?” Katsuki asked the electric blonde, nickname solely because of the lighting tattoo on his calf. “Ah, you know the staff.” He shrugged. “Who quit?” “A few people left because of the robbery last month. Some dude was in a massive debt to the mafia and fucking tried robbing us. They got away with a bit from the safe, but I’m here and Hitoshi and Neito are in the kitchen. It’s okay.” Denki looked on the verge of tears and Katsuki was filled with rage, forgetting the fact that he was on a date with a literal god. “I could be of service. Are you the owner?” Deku spoke up. “I’m the acting manager. The owner has a bunch of restaurants so he put me in charge.” Deku pulled out a checkbook and ripped a check out of the book. “Whatever you need. If you need to hire more staff, write their salary. If you need more products, use this for that.” “This is a blank check.” Denki stated in confusion. “Yes. Katsuki, why don’t you find us a table? I’ll be a minute.” The blonde shrugged and walked to his favorite booth. He figured the man had money to spare, but watching the interaction was odd. Denki looked terrified but relieved - if that was possible. He pulled out a card and handed it to the restaurant manager who then pocketed it. It must have been a business card. Katsuki turned to the menu, maybe he could make it a little less spicy in case he decided to revert to Baku-hoe.
The two ate their ramen in a conversational comfort. Deku asked Katsuki about his new job and apartment. Katsuki wanted to ask who he knew to get him a good paying job at Endeavor Corp, but decided against it. The mystery of this man was too much to resist. The blonde impressed the greenette with his immaculate spice tolerance. Deku felt the burn on his tongue just watching the man eat. He had not planned to reveal himself to someone so close to Katsuki yet, but he could never resist someone in need of help. He’s been generous since he was young. Which is why he insisted on paying the dinner bill despite the blonde’s protests against that. “I want to take care of you, Katsuki. You should let me give you the world.”
They found themselves fifteen minutes later making out in the back of Izuku’s Mercedes. Katsuki refused to put out, if the man wanted sex, then he would make him work for it. He did not expect Deku to reach down his pants and proceed to give him the best handjob he’s ever received. He wondered if this was how Deku touched himself. If he wrapped his massive hand around his own cock and stroked it as if he was playing an instrument. The touches were strong and intense and only two minutes into Deku’s hands being around his dick, he felt like cumming. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Katsuki moaned, only to have the Adonis remove his hand and wipe it on a tissue. “You want more, you have to beg for it.” He whispered into Katsuki’s ear. Katsuki was pissed, he hadn’t even touched himself since his last boyfriend left him and that was a few weeks at this point, maybe two months. He had lost track since he had focused on finals and graduating. “Fuck you.” The blonde growled. Deku had the nerve to let out a laugh. “Aw, baby are you mad?” He condescendingly asked. “You want something, you have to ask me for it. You don’t get it unless you tell me what you want me to do.” “Wanna cum.” Katsuki said, his cheeks turning bright red and anger drumming through his veins. “I’ll just do it myself.” He decided and reached down to grasp his hardening cock, not that he’d admit he was getting harder at the denial. His hands never reached his dripping cock, instead they were pinned down onto the car cushion. “No, Kats- no - Kacchan. Only I get to touch what’s mine.” “Who said I was yours, asshole?” But Katsuki didn’t mean it, he was weak against this man. If he asked to fuck him tonight, he didn’t think he could say no. “You told me in the way you ground your hips up into mine earlier when we were making out. Not to mention, it’s been maybe two minutes of me touching that pathetic cock of yours and you’re already desperate to cum.” Katsuki knew he wasn’t small in the penis department, which meant this man must be fucking massive. He thrust his hips up, hoping to get friction against his cock, but Deku pinned him down with a knee across his stomach. “I can feel you getting harder, Kacchan. Do you like me talking to you like this?” Katsuki could only respond with a whimper.
“Oh, baby boy. You like me degrading you. You’re getting off on this. I bet I could make you cum with just my words. You’d like that wouldn’t you. Me just dirty talking until your brain is stupid with the filth and your body stuffed with my cock.” Suddenly, hands were on his dick again, rubbing all the sensitive spots that were littered all over his body. “You think I should let you cum tonight? Or should I just deny you after you could have had the best orgasm of your life. Either way, I ruin every solo orgasm you try to give yourself for the rest of your life.” “Cum, let me cum.” Katsuki never begged. His partners had asked him to do so before, but he hated begging. It made him feel small and pathetic, but now, he was reveling in the emotions that being degraded and forced to beg for release gave him. “Please, Deku, just let me fucking cum.” “That’s not how we ask nicely, Kacchan.” Izuku mocked, lightly pressing touches against the boy’s dick. “Please, Deku. Fuck. Please.” Izuku smiled as he picked up the pace and made sure to wrap his entire hand around the hot length. “You’re going to cum for me baby boy, but you have to wait until I get to ten.”
“One” Katsuki felt the urge hit the surface, he felt confident he could hold it back for nine more seconds.
“Two” Izuku picked up the pace a little and the blonde groaned as his pleasure expanded.
“Three” Kacchan felt nothing but the growing sensation in his lower belly. He could survive seven more seconds.
“Four” Katsuki tried to focus on his breathing to distract himself from the pleasure.
“Five, halfway there. Are you going to make it?” Deku teased cruelly from over top of him.
“Six” Katsuki was trying to think about his grandmother, mother, anything to stop the sensation from spilling over before he was given permission and he did not have the energy to even unpack that thought.
“Seven, almost there baby boy.” That damned nickname made a jolt of pleasure run through him. “Oh, you like that a lot. You are being such a good boy. Three more. You can do this.”
“Eight.” Was Deku counting deliberately slow? He wasn’t sure he would be able to last these last two counts. Deku was speed fisting his cock and Katsuki couldn’t help the sounds pouring past his mouth.
“Nine” Katsuki. Focus. You can do this. You can do this - you cannot do this. “I don’t think I can hold it off any more.” Katsuki cried - he cried! He’s never denied himself like this. Was he enjoying this?
“Ten, cum for me baby. That’s it, let it all out. Let go for me.”
The greenette coaxed the mind altering orgasm out of the blonde. His vision blanked out and his ears were ringing out in pleasure the moment he let go. He was barely aware of the tissues that were used to clean off the cum he had sprayed across Deku’s backseat. “Sorry.” He grumbled, but the taller man just shrugged it off. “I’ll have it cleaned.” Katsuki had never wanted to curl up next to someone more than he did right now. “You did so good, baby.” Deku pulled him in for a lazy kiss. “How about I take you for ice cream and then we go home?” Katsuki could only nod, words failing him after the best orgasm of his entire 22 year old life.