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Bakugou grimaced, throwing the ball up in the air in a comforting pattern as his head filled with thoughts. In about 20 minutes that dumb twink of a tutor, Deku, was coming to give him some useless lesson on how to write allegedly better essays.
Katsuki thought his essays were pretty fucking good already, but the consistent D's and F's on his paper said otherwise.
If he found himself not passing his English class, he'd be kicked off the football team with little apology, no matter how much his team needed their starting quarterback.
So, the old hag he called his mother forced him to get a dumb tutor that came every Tuesday and Wednesday to spew some random bullshit, collect his volunteer hours, and get the hell out of his house.
At first he was close to ripping a hole in his wall from the embarrassment of having a tutor, much less another student, but when the little minx walked through the door, he was about to rip a hole through his jeans instead.
He called himself Izuku Midoryia.
Bakugou had never seen him before around their school, but maybe it was because it was fucking overpacked with students to the brim. He was five feet of pure sin, smooth olive skin that he wanted to reach out and grab like a snack. Yet, even though his body screamed to be absolutely bent over and fucked, he acted like Mother Teresa otherwise.
They've had four sessions so far, and each time Bakugou had to mentally and physically restrain himself from jumping on that green-haired idiot. He blushed at any touch, and if Katsuki dared to get any closer than usual, he'd start stuttering like a dumbass.
Catching the football midair and holding it to his best, Bakugou rolled his eyes and sat up. 15 minutes the clock said, and right around time he should start getting his shit from his backpack and set it at the table.
Both his parents were gone, both busy working at their firm usually until late afternoon when he was busy heading off for the gym. That was some type of good omen at least, because he knew his mom saw through him like the fucking devil and would never stop yapping about his.. crush?
He didn't fucking know.
Wood creaking under his sneakers as he walked towards his room to get his backpack and start unloading his materials, he couldn't help but think of all his thoughts with his tutor, or as he affectionately called him, Deku.
He was so tiny sometimes Katsuki didn't even think he needed to get down on his knees to suck his cock. He would be a perfect little after-school fucktoy to use when he got home, or hell, after practice. His personal little pocket pussy.
Grabbing the rest of his things and slamming them on the kitchen table, he did the curtesy of grabbing a water for himself and dragon fruit tea for the little one, who he'd found on their second study session liked to sip on sweet things.
He pulled out two chairs, leaving a slightly messy but at least welcoming workplace. Fucking hell. Since when did he give a flying fuck what this ankle biter thought of their study sessions?
Before he could think any further about his apparent change in personality, he heard three familiar soft knocks on the front door, and then after another second, a ring on the doorbell for good measure. Then, as if on queue, his phone lit up with a little text that made his heart skip.
here! ʕง•ᴥ•ʔง
Squinting at his phone to reread the message, he tucked it into his jean pocket, taking confident strides towards the door and unlocking it.
Swinging it open, Katsuki scowled and raised an eyebrow. There his tutor was, in his cute little green sweater vest and big round glasses. "You don't have to let the whole fucking neighborhood know you're here you know, right? Some of us have a reputation to keep up."
Izuku blinked, clutching his bookbag to his shoulder tighter as he rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. His face heated up a hot red. He looked like a treat that Katsuki wanted to eat up. "Ah, sorry. Force of habit at this point.." He murmured apologetically, adjusting his glasses to look up at the blonde more fully.
Bakugou took a hand behind the nerd's head and shoved him inside without another word, rolling his eyes as he kicked the door shut behind him. Deku stumbled inside, watching as the other student double locked the door. His eyes lingered for a bit on his frame, covered by a yellow and blue letterman jacket at the moment, but one could clearly see how toned Katsuki truly was.
Midoryia couldn't even think of when his crush on the quarterback began, but it was well before he landed his place as his tutor. There was never a doubt in his mind that his crush was only into girls, though.
He'd had tons of girls on his arm throughout the years, and even if they barely lasted for longer than a day, he certainly wouldn't want to swing for the same team.
He'd always quietly admired just how greek-godedly his physique was, but seeing it closer face to face was certainly a treat. He was all hard muscle, earned from years of working on his body to become the beast on the field he was today. He was a menace to other teams.
Apparently, though, he was also a menace to tutors like him. Ever since they started their sessions, he could feel Bakugou's burning eyes on the back of his neck when he walked through the hallways, sometimes when he sat eating lunch, or when he was just slipping out of class to move on to the next period.
He swore the quarterback got closer to hatecriming him with every session.
Neatly setting his bookbag on the floor next to one of the two chairs, he excitedly inspected the dragon fruit beverage, picking up the cup and showing it to the blonde with starts above his head. "Is this for me? I love dragon fruit!" He piped, cherry lips stretched into a animated smile.
Katsuki's eyes lingered on his body for a moment, raking over every crevice before responding with a bite. "Who else would it be for dumbass? Think I drink that shit? Sugar's gonna kill that little body of yours." He all but growled, grabbing his water and talking long gulps as he sat down at the other respective seat that may or may have been unnaturally close to Deku.
Unsurprised by the blonde's reaction but thrilled all the same, Izuku took lively little sips as he pulled out his pens and pencils, highlighters and white out. He brought out colorful notebooks and small tags with cute animals adorned on them. He was always prepared for anything and hell if he didn't look adorable doing it.
Snagging a pink pencil as Deku continued to set up, he examined it for a second before continuing to watch his tutor. God, was this twink fuckable. His plush cheeks were definitely made to be filled up with cock. Every time he took a sip with those cute lips Bakugou couldn't help but think about how those lips should be wrapped around him, not that dumb cup-
Suddenly, a small pressure in his fingers was relieved, and he realized he'd broken the pink pencil he'd been twirling between his fingers.
Izuku stared at him, a little mortified, if anything looking a little scared for his life. He quietly wondered if he should make a run for it before the blonde broke him like he did those pencils just for existing.
Looking down at the pencil remains, Katsuki did the only thing he apparently knew how to do, and destroyed it further, crushing it in his palm while staring at his tutor intently, mind filled with thoughts of pure sin and sex.
Meanwhile, Midoryia's leg bounced anxiously underneath the table, instincts fighting as they fought against each other. The angel on his shoulder told him to run before he was dinner for the Bakugou family, and the devil on his other told him that he might want to be crushed like that pencil. "Uh, Kacchan.."
The nickname dug Bakugou from his trance. That childish nickname that he still thought was the most ridiculous fucking thing he'd ever heard in his life. Nobody had ever called him a nickname, not after he started looking the way he did.
Calling him a nickname usually met certain death from a bloody punch to the face, but somehow Bakugou found himself silently enjoying the familiar nickname. He'd never admit it, though. Over his dead fucking body would he.
"Shut the fuck up, nerd. When are we gonna start? I got shit to do today besides learning the English language," Katsuki retorted, turning his gaze down and throwing the pencil corpse in the trash behind him. "Unlike you." He added under his breath with a chuckle.
Eyebrows knitting together in annoyance, Deku sent a heatless glare his way. "Who said I don't have things to do too?"
Surprised by the sudden gust of confidence from the otherwise timid boy, Katsuki inched closer, draping his body over the table and getting closer to Deku's face to watch him squirm. "Yeah? You got a hot date tonight or something, Deku? Got someone to fuck tonight?"
Izuku did in fact squirm, crimson filling his cheeks but staying resilient in his words despite the slight stutter. "A-And if I do?" He challenged, red eyes meeting green as they searched for each others true emotions behind their colorful exteriors.
Internally, Bakugou felt his gut spin and his jealousy rear it's ugly head. One of his hands slammed the table next to Deku's head, eager to take out of jealousy on something. "The only person you're seeing tonight is me," he confirmed confidently, despite the fact a raging boner was growing under his pants. "So if you're so desperate to be a slut, you'll do it here."
Before Deku could respond with anything at all, the larger man grabbed him by the scruff, letting him fall to his knees below his chair. Above him, the raging erection he had for the twink was painfully adamant. He wasted no time unzipping his pants and pulling them down his waist, his hard cock springing free of his boxers.
Katsuki’s hand moved to the impressive length, stroking it roughly and slapping it against his hand. He could see the tutor under him, surprised, flustered, a bit afraid, but above all, desperate. Just like how he wanted him, below him and desperate for more. He looked like such a dumb slut on his knees.
"Kacchan, wai-" Deku yelped, cut off by Katsuki brutishly taking him by the back of his neck again, forcing his open lips on his cock. His glasses almost fell off in the act, thankfully tucked behind his ears securely.
He buried his cock further down his mouth with little mercy, pulling it out only to gather more saliva on his shaft. Inside his mouth was wet and warm, like a little cock sleeve for his dick to thrust into. It was a little oasis perfectly manufactured for him.
"Shut the fuck up and take this cock." He commanded, silencing any other pleas that might come out of Deku's mouth before thrusting back into his warm mouth, edging his cock down his throat before he started a steady pace. All the while he held Deku in place with little room for air, break or error.
Izuku steadied himself by putting either of his heads on Katsuki's knees, tears forming in his eyes from the amount of strain on his mouth and air supply. He was brutal and merciless with his thrusts, using his mouth like his personal toy however he liked.
His leniency begs were immediately denied, replaced with more and more cock. "Mmm, what a good bitch you are Deku, taking this cock like the good boy you are. Always knew you wanted this, pretending like you didn't want this cock all the way down your throat."
Soon his mouth and face were covered with his saliva, salty tears running down his face as he gagged on the cock much too large for his mouth. On the occasion that Katsuki stopped to give him a moment to breathe, he could see just how pleasured the quarterback was and that somehow made Izuku aroused.
"You like that Deku? Like when I use you like my little toy?" The tutor could only go limp as his throat was used, Bakugou's balls slapping against his face every time as his throat was violated over and over again, feeling his cock head reach the deepest part of his throat each time. The blonde used his unruly green hair as a way to steady him as his mouth was used, like he was doll Bakugou was fucking into.
Pulling out of his mouth, the blonde slapped his cock against the tutor's face, all wet and sticky from his own saliva. "I asked if you fucking liked it, or can you not hear me?"
Nodding dumbly, not knowing what else to do, Deku opened his mouth wider as an invitation, pink tongue on display and ready to pleasure his cock.
Laughing above him with ill intent, Bakugou shoved his cock back in, grunting from how good it felt as he went to town, swallowing back his noises of pleasure and the urge to paint his throat white with his cum. As he did so, he shrugged off his letterman jacket, leaving only a tight white tank underneath that hugged his body devilishly. "Just like that you dumb fucking slut. Who is the dumb one now huh? Who needs to be taught a little English lesson? Can't put your words together?"
He thrusted inside the nerd's mouth a little more, enjoying the way he had complete control over the little vixen. Pulling out, he let go of Deku's head and stood up, taking Deku along with him. He pushed him onto the granite, stomach pushed into the table with his ass up. "Time to finally fuck this juicy ass of yours, Deku. Gonna fuck you so full, you won't be able to walk straight next time."
Deku blinked in recognition, starting to regain a bit of his individuality and control over himself as he began to pick himself up from the table. "Wait, wait, Kacchan, wait, I don't think-" he was cut off for a second time as the quarter back pushed him back down with a strong hand, keeping him pinned down.
Ignoring his cry to pause, Katsuki made quick work of pulling down the students loose jean bell bottoms, taking his underwear with them. He pulled up his sweater vest with a small rip, tossing it to the side so he was completely bare.
It wasn't long before his ass was on display for Bakugou to palm and squeeze. "Always knew you had a nice ass for me to fuck silly, Deku."
He could feel the other squirming and shaking under the hand holding him down, still crying out small pleas. "Wait, I don't know though, Kacchan, wait, please, stop-"
Slapping another hand over his mouth to get him to shut his trap, he used his body weight to pin down the smaller man, using his now free hand to guide his cock towards his ass, spitting for extra lubricant as he started to penetrate his little hole. "Shut up. You'll like it, just let me just break you in a little, slut. Sit there and take it like a good boy, alright?"
He thrust farther inside, a warm paradise that was oh so tight. It was like being wrapped in gold as he began thrusting inside, practically drooling as he began thrusting with less restraint. He could feel the vibrations of Deku's pleas against his hand but he didn't care. Deku had put this upon himself for having such a juicy little ass for the taking, especially if it was this tight.
“Kacchan.. wa-wait..”
Thrusting in faster and faster, Katsuki set up a steady pace, crushing Midoryia under his weight as he kept fucking and fucking that sweet hole. This was what he wanted from the beginning, and he was finally getting it. It was more than he imagined, fucking into this tight little thing and making him take it all.
He wanted this all the time, he wanted this at school, he wanted this after, he wanted this after practice and before he went to bed. He wanted to be inside this cute twink whenever and however. "Fuck Deku. So tight. Gonna use you all the time after this," He grunted, thrusts becoming the same merciless ones they were when he'd been using his tutor's throat. “You don’t look half bad when you’re getting fucked, so sinful..”
Deku's body had become limp, his pleas quieted and only the sound of his moans could be heard as he begged for harder and faster. His ass and Bakugou's hips clapped with every thrust, making for a noisy rhythm as the blonde stuffed the smaller student full over and over again with reckless abandon, happy to have to own personal warm onahole.
Pulling out, Bakugou flipped his toy around, picking him up and draping him on his body. He held the little fairy up, feeling Deku wrap his arms around his neck for support as Bakugou eased his hard cock back inside that tight hole, he use both his hands to bounce his ass up and down, rolling his eyes back as the pleasure became intense. "Can't believe I didn't fuck you.. before.. so fucking... good, you're made to be fucked like this."
Bakugou rocked with each thrust, thankful that the other was smaller so that the blonde could simply use him like a little plaything however he wanted. With each thrust he was getting closer to coming and he knew he wanted to fill this whore up with what he was worth.
Dropping him back down onto the table, Bakugou pinned his down by his arms. Swinging his legs over his shoulders, the football player went back to town, fucking into him harshly, chasing his own pleasure. He was too far gone to think about anything else than coming inside, stuffing him all full of the cum he deserved for taking his cock so well.
"Kacchan, Kacchan.. Kacchan!" Deku yelped with each thrust, completely relaxed now as he let the bigger man use him, content with his position as a tight hole to be used. It felt so good he thought he might pass out from the pleasure of it all. He was too close to coming soon, and he didn't want the drilling to stop.
"Gonna give you so much cum Deku," Katsuki growled, watching as his dick disappeared again and again inside the little whore. "Gonna keep you so full, gonna make sure you're always filled up with my cum. My little slut tutor." He barked, continuing to thrust like a rabid animal.
Moaning louder as he got closer, Izuku could feel both their orgasms approaching quickly. "Please, please Kacchan.. want your cum so bad.. give me so much.." he begged pathetically, not bothering to think about how desperate he sounded.
Pressing against Midoryia tighter with each thrust, Katsuki grunted out. "Take all of me, you slut. Take this cock, take it, take it all. Gonna fill you up. All the way, 'till your stuffed. Fuck!" His hips stilled in a single thrust, feeling Deku convulse around him and tighten up as he finally let go, burying his cock deep inside as he emptied his cum into the willing hole around him.
A moment passed as he waited for his cum to completely empty inside, pulling out in another moment and wincing at his own sensitivity.
Bakugou panted, needing a moment to regain his breath from such an intense.. workout? He didn’t fucking know but they’d be doing this again soon.
His eye caught a couple drops of cum dribbling out, which he quickly scooped up with his fingers and spooned towards Deku's mouth.
Eyes closed, he eagerly yet blindly lapped up.
Pulling up his discarded and forgotten boxers and jeans, Katsuki zipped himself up and ignored the pain of his overstimulation.
Grabbing the letterman jacket that had been draped on the chair behind him, he gingerly put his tutor's arms into it, wrapping him up in the obscenely overly large jacket and carrying him off the table to his bedroom.
By now, Deku's light green doey eyes were barely open, tired from their activities and holding onto a single strand of life before slipping away into slumber.
Bakugou rolled his eyes, kicking open the door to his bedroom and gently setting him on his plush though messy bed. He knew he would have to wake him up before his parents got home, and before it got too late, but for now he was content to watch the gentle pattern of Deku's chest as he slept peacefully.
He wanted to ask what the hell they were actually going to do after whatever this randefuckingdoo was, but he didn't dare wake up Deku.
Maybe some things were better left unnamed.