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Part One:
Bakugou paced back and forth in his cabin, lost in thought. It was nearly midnight and he should have been asleep by now, but he was feeling restless. The ship lurched sharply—encountering a rough patch on the otherwise calm sea—then returned to its pattern of swaying slowly back and forth with the waves. A less experienced sailor might have fallen on his face, but Bakugou had been a sea captain long enough not to be shaken by the disturbance.
His restlessness turned to anger when he realized the reason he was preoccupied, and his steps became louder, echoing off the wooden floor as he grumbled obscenities under his breath. It was that damn cabin boy, the one they had picked up at the last port. He didn’t know what it was about Izuku that he couldn’t get out of his head, but it seemed he suddenly could not go a single second without thinking of his intense green eyes, or his cute freckled face—a face that made him look even more boyish, when at eighteen, he should have looked more like a man.
Sometimes at night, when Bakugou closed his eyes, he imagined Izuku’s soft green curls. He had touched them once, having been bold enough to pat Izuku on the top of the head. It had been divine, and he couldn’t help but wonder what those thick velvety curls would feel like as they brushed against his thighs…
This is madness, he thought. No one was going to respect his authority if they found out that, like a fool, he was lusting after the cabin boy.
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Overnight watch in the crows nest was the least favorite duty amongst the crew. Unfortunately, Izuku had drawn the short straw—literally—and now he and Shoto were stuck keeping watch until dawn. Yawning, Izuku let out a heavy sigh. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but flawless, glassy horizon. Shoto was as stoic as ever; amazingly, he didn’t seem tired at all.
As they had for the last several weeks, Izuku’s thoughts drifted back to Captain Bakugou. Sexy, strong, commanding Captain Bakugou. Izuku had had more than one wet dream involving the captain. Glancing down towards the captain’s cabin, Izuku was surprised to see light emanating from the crack under the door. The captain usually went to bed early, but he seemed to be awake now, and it was well past his bedtime. As the cabin boy, it was Izuku’s job to see to all of the captain’s needs. All of them.
“Shouto, I’m going to go check on the captain.”
Shouto merely nodded his head, giving his silent permission. Izuku didn't hesitate to climb down the mast and head for the kitchen. Five minutes later, he was knocking on Bakugou’s door with a bottle of whiskey in hand.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
As the door opened, Midoriya’s gaze immediately locked onto the captain, his mind running through a variety of erotic fantasies that involved this exact scenario.
“What?!” growled Bakugou.
“Um… Captain?” Izuku said, suddenly feeling quite nervous. “I saw your light on and thought you'd appreciate a night cap.”
Bakugou glared at him.
“I didn’t call for you.”
The captain was quick to anger, Izuku knew that, and having that anger directed at him should have been frightening. It wasn’t, though. Instead, it was exciting. Swallowing, Izuku licked his lips and blushed lightly.
“I apologize, Captain. I thought you would like something to help you sleep.”
He’d wanted to make him some tea, but he wasn’t allowed to touch anything in the kitchen or the cook would kill him—so instead, he’d grabbed the next best thing. Nibbling his bottom lip, Izuku gazed at Bakugou with his best puppy dog eyes.
“Can I pour you a glass, Captain?”
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“Fuck.” Bakugou whispered.
Watching Izuku dart his small pink tongue out to lick his lips was almost too much, and he began to get hard in his pants as he thought of what else that tongue might be able to do. Izuku’s soft blush didn’t help matters; it only made his lips look more pink, more inviting…
Bakugou shook his head and told himself to snap out of it.
“Fine,” he said through clenched teeth, stepping aside so that Izuku could enter the cabin. “You’d better not fucking spill it.”
He shouldn’t be doing this. He should tell Izuku to leave, but he couldn’t seem to make himself say it. There was something about being in Izuku’s proximity, when it was just the two of them in the middle of the night, as the ship continued to calmly rock them. It was like a drug.
With a nervous squeak, Izuku entered the cabin, and Bakugou could have sworn he was swaying his hips as he headed for the side table where the glasses were kept. Breaking the wax seal on the bottle, Izuku poured a generous portion, then turned and offered it to Bakugou, who had butterflies in his stomach as he accepted the glass.
“I hope this helps you relax, Captain.”
Bakugou didn’t take his eyes off of Izuku, peering at him over the rim of the glass as he took a sip. Izuku stepped closer—too close—and lowered his voice confidentially.
“Captain, my mother told me that cabin boys are expected to see to the captain’s every need. Is there anything else I can do for you? Anything at all?”
He raised an eyebrow suggestively and Bakugou’s breath caught in his throat. Before he could figure out how to react, the ship rocked to the side, propelling Izuku right into his arms. He caught him with one arm, holding the whiskey in his other hand and somehow managing not to spill a drop. His head was spinning, but not from the waves; it was intoxicating to have Izuku’s warm body pressed up against him, clutching onto him for support.
Had he heard correctly? Every need? Was Izuku insinuating something, or was Bakugou simply seeing what he wanted to see? There was no way Izuku meant anything by it, he eventually decided. It was simply a combination of his overactive imagination and wishful thinking. Helping Izuku to his feet, he took pity on him, realizing he probably didn’t have his sea legs yet.
“Here, sit down,” said Bakugou, helping Izuku over to a chair. “Just rest for a minute.”
He hadn’t even noticed how softly he was speaking, and that his usual abrasive edge was now gone from his voice. Before Izuku could sit, the ship lurched again, and this time, to his embarrassment, he did lose his balance—ending up in the chair with Izuku sprawled face first across his lap. The whiskey, miraculously, still had not spilled.
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One moment, Izuku was moving to sit in the chair, and the next, he was sprawled out over Bakugou’s lap, his ass in the air. It was embarrassing being so off balance in the captain’s presence—doubly so given the position they’d ended up in. Izuku expected Bakugou to ridicule him for it, but surprisingly, he didn’t. Shivering with pleasure, Izuku couldn't help but savor the captain’s warmth and his intoxicating scent. He blushed deeply when he felt himself getting hard.
“U-Uhm, I’m sorry, Captain.”
Was this even his fault? Did it matter? He felt like this was an erotic fantasy come to life. How many times had he imagined laying over Bakugou’s lap, getting spanked? Dozens. Biting his lip, Izuku keened in anticipation of something that would never happen.
Right?
Bakugou downed the whiskey in a single gulp and set the glass aside. Izuku turned to look over his shoulder at him, only to see that he was blushing too, his eyes on Izuku’s ass. Izuku was bent over in such a way that his pants were stretched tight, probably leaving little to the imagination. He felt something hard poking him and realized with surprise that he wasn’t the only one with an erection.
Was this where things would end? Would they go their separate ways and never speak of this again? Izuku imagined how embarrassed he would feel every time he saw the captain after this—or worse. What if he was forced to leave the ship?!
Izuku panicked as he began to push himself up, but he didn’t get far before a mischievous smirk appeared on Bakugou’s face and he raised his hand. He landed a heavy smack directly on the center of Izuku ’s ass, and Izuku gasped. Another smack followed the first, harder this time.
“AhhhNnnn!”
Had that sound come out of him?! Izukuwas shocked by it, but even more so by the fact that Captain Bakugou, the subject of his every fantasy, had just spanked him. Blushing, Izuku looked up over his shoulder at the captain.
“C-Captain? Uhm… Can I… have more?”
If he could have blushed even more, he would have. He was asking the captain to spank him! Technically, he had interrupted him in the middle of the night and upset him, so perhaps a punishment was warranted?
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Bakugou was horrified, his hand seeming to have moved on its own; he’d smacked Izuku’s ass before he could stop himself. He’d just done something highly inappropriate, and expected Izuku to be mad at him, but the sound Izuku made didn’t seem like anger or pain. No, that was definitely a sound of pleasure. He was just beginning to process this when Izuku looked over his shoulder at him; the expression on the cabin boy’s face was absolutely sinful and made the captain’s cock throb in his pants.
“What?” he asked, not sure he had heard the question correctly. “Did you just say you want more? I just fuckin’ hit you, dumbass! Are you some kind of masochist?”
He knew it was true before the words had even left his mouth. The way Izuku was squirming on his lap, a rather obvious erection pressing into his thigh, the way Izuku’s voice was strained with arousal. He’d been thinking about Izuku nonstop since he’d arrived, but never thought Izuku would be interested in him that way. Had he been wrong? It seemed too good to be true.
“Please, Captain?” Izuku begged, rolling his hips and unashamedly grinding his erection against Bakugou’s thigh.
Bakugou groaned, wanting nothing more than to put his hands all over Izuku —all of him—and pleasure him while listening to more of his cute little sounds. Again, the thought crossed his mind that this was inappropriate, but he couldn’t help himself. He was debating what to do when Izuku pushed himself up and shifted so that he was straddling his lap provocatively.
“Captain? Is there anything else I can do for you?” Izuku asked, licking his lips.
There was no way Izuku couldn’t feel the hard length pressing against his ass through both their clothing.
“Sir?”
Katsuki swore under his breath. Izuku ’s lips being so close—close enough that he would barely even have to move in order to touch—was the final straw. They both clearly wanted this. He really didn’t give a damn anymore if it was inappropriate. Throwing caution to the wind, he quickly smashed their lips together, while at the same time grabbing Izuku’s ass with both hands.
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Izuku’s head was spinning. One moment, he was imagining kissing the Captain, and the next it was actually happening. Moaning with desire, Izuku didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around Bakuogo’s shoulders and press close as Bakugou grabbed his ass. Deciding he had nothing to lose, Izuku began to roll his hips again, finding it much easier in a sitting position and grinding his ass against Bakugou’s cock,
Bakugou groaned when Izuku began to grind against him, and the sound made Izuku shiver. Suddenly, there were too many layers between them. Bakgou must have felt the same, because while they continued their sloppy kiss, he reached down to fumble with Izuku’s pants, getting frustrated and tearing the fabric when they wouldn’t come undone. Izuku gasped, blushing when he felt his pants tear. Some part of him, in the back of his mind, tried to tell him that they shouldn’t be doing this, but he tucked that part away to deal with later. He could have protested, could have said no, but he didn't want to. Even if it was just one night, he wanted this. He wanted the captain to ravage him.
"Allow me, Captain."
Moving off of Bakugou's lap, Izuku dropped to his knees. Undoing the belt and clasp of Bakugou's pants, Izuku took him out, licking the underside of his cock from base to tip. Moaning lewdly, Izuku looked up at the Captain with a hungry, adoring gaze before taking him into his mouth and as far down his throat as he could manage.
Tears spilled from Izuku 's eyes as Bakugou began to thrust in and out, drawing back and rubbing his cock against Izuku's eager tongue, only to press back in again. All Izuku could do was hold on and try not to gag. It was so damn erotic that even without touching himself he felt like he was going to come in his pants at any moment.
Any sounds Izuku made were muffled by Bakugou’s cock in his mouth, and he waited eagerly for what he knew would happen next. Staring up at Bakugou, he slid his hands under the Captain’s shirt to caress his skin, and Bakugou's thrusts became more urgent. It was all Izuku could do to cling to him for support.
Izuku’s eyes rolled back as the captain released down his throat with a lewd moan, giving him exactly what he wanted. He did his best to swallow all of it, treating it like a gift, but it began to fill his mouth and choke him, so he drew back with a gasp. He coughed and licked his lips, tears running down his face as he looked up at Bakugou.
“Thank you, Captain,” he whispered.
Knowing Bakugou would need a bit of cleaning up, Izuku didn't hesitate to suck the still-hard shaft back into his mouth, lapping up every drop of come that had been left behind. He moaned softly, his own cock hard and leaking, as he continued to lick, dragging it out as long as possible and trying to enjoy it. He may never be allowed to do this again, and if that were the case, he needed to make it last for a lifetime.
Because there was no way Bakugou would ever want to do anything else, right? Izuku was lucky to have gotten this much, and he knew his place. Softly, he placed a little kiss on Bakugou’s tip before looking up with sorrowful eyes. For once, Bakugou was speechless, his mouth hanging open like he didn’t know what to say. Maybe that was a bad sign, and meant he was angry at Izuku for all of this.
“Thank you,” he said a second time. “I’ll see myself out.”
He pushed himself to his feet, doing his best to hold his ripped pants together, and tried not to think about how humiliating it would be to walk back to his bunk like this and get his spare pants before going back to the Crow’s Nest. He headed quickly for the cabin door, trying not to cry.
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Bliss. Had he ever experienced such an intense and pleasurable orgasm in his life? He couldn't recall, but even if he could, he was in such a state of euphoria that he wasn't thinking clearly. If he had, he would have noticed Izuku pulling on his torn pants before heading for the door. He would have stopped him before he even got that far!
Hearing the creak of the cabin door opening, Bakugou’s eyes went wide and his heart clenched. Why was he leaving?! Shifting in his seat, he caught sight of Izuku stepping out onto the deck.
“Izuku! Wait!” Bakugou called out, but it was too late.