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There’s a redhead on the side of the road smoking a cigarette, hand on his hip as he watches various cars pass by. He’s not wearing much: a crop top exposing a well-sculpted midriff, tiny black shorts that hug muscular tanned thighs. He stands underneath a streetlight, looking rather bored as he tosses his cigarette onto the sidewalks and crushes it with his leather boot. Strands of hair fall into his face, pulled back hastily into a ponytail.
A prostitute, Katsuki observes from the driver’s seat of his car.
It wasn’t his intention to end up on this side of the city. He’d been driving around for an hour now to avoid his penthouse apartment for as long as possible, screening the various phone calls that came through on his phone from his business partner and his overbearing parents. He’d thought he was well versed in the roads and signs of the city he grew up in, but apparently, he wasn’t as knowledgeable as he’d thought.
Now he was on the more shady side of the city, his car certainly not moving any time soon, and no one around to help him.
Unless, of course, the prostitute across the street knew a thing or two about cars.
Katsuki sucks in a deep breath, making sure the car’s doors are properly locked as he steps out of the vehicle and takes steps toward the man. If anything, I’m wasting my god damn time.
The closer he gets to the prostitute, the more stunning he becomes. His lips are glossed, pink and holding a pout. His crimson eyes are lined with glitter and charcoal, precise.
The smile he gives Katsuki as he approaches is downright sinful, tongue sneaking out to lick his lips. “Hi gorgeous, what can I offer you?”
Fuck. He should have just stayed in the damn car, called for a mechanic or something. “Car trouble.” He grunts.
The redhead laughs, deep. “Shame. You landed in a good part of the city though, didn’t you? I could help you pass some time while you wait for a tow truck.”
He’s too fucking beautiful to be out here, surrounded by used needles and condoms. That body deserved to be dressed in the finest silks, soft against that sculpted tan skin he shows off. A man like this needed to be spoiled rotten, not given to the lowest, disgusting crowd that happened to crawl through here.
Katsuki takes a deep breath, pointing back toward the car. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with the thing. It has plenty of gas, but it won’t fucking move now. What do you know about cars?”
Red keeps close to him, not touching but certainly tempted to do so. Katsuki certainly wouldn’t mind if those fingers caressed him. “Enough,” He shrugs, fingers playing with the hem of his shorts. In the streetlight, Katsuki can see the outline of a thick cock, a round bubble butt trapped underneath the black, stretchable fabric. “I guess I can take a look?”
Katsuki follows the redhead back toward his car, the man letting out a low whistle as he steps closer to it. “Damn, you certainly have some money on you, don’t you?” He comments, running his hand across the hood of the car. “Sexy little thing.”
Katsuki hated the damn thing. It was merely a status symbol rather than a reliable car, something his mother gifted to him to keep up appearances and make him seem better than everybody else they interacted with. It garnered far too much attention for Katsuki’s liking and the damn thing was far more troublesome than he ever wanted.
“Sure,” he comments as the prostitute practically drools over the thing. “Do you want me to pop the damn hood so we can figure this out?”
The redhead sighs. “Yeah, let’s see what I’m working with.”
This was definitely not what Katsuki had expected to be doing on a Friday night. A drive around the city, maybe a stop at a bar where he could drink away his boredom and wish that those who kept partying at his penthouse to go the fuck away. Now he was hanging around a dangerous part of the city, a gorgeous man working under the hood of his car, and a view that he definitely wouldn’t pass up.
“Guess I shouldn’t be surprised a man with your kind of money doesn’t know a thing about what he drives,” The man comments as he works. “So, what do you do for a living? Screw people over with underhanded deals? Manipulate coworkers into doing dirty deeds by hanging things over their head?”
So the man has some fire in him, huh? “Nah, that’s what my parents do. I just stand by and take notes on what not to fucking do when I take over for their dumb asses.”
The man leans back, eyebrow raised. “How old are you?”
“Thirty, today,” Katsuki huffs. “How old are you?”
The redhead smirks at him, shaking his ass as he gets back to work. “Twenty-three. Happy birthday, cutie.”
Fuck, Katsuki changes his mind. This was a horrible fucking idea. He should have just started walking and risked getting himself stabbed in some alleyway, leaving his car behind to get stolen or vandalized. He shouldn’t be standing there with a half chub watching a sexy as hell redhead work on his car.
“Try starting it,” The redhead tells him, hand on his hip. “I think I figured out what was wrong.”
Katsuki nods, unlocking the vehicle and starting it up. The engine roars to life, the redhead looking satisfied with himself as he shuts the hood and leans against it.
“Looks like I was right,” He grins, Katsuki killing the engine before moving to sit with the redhead against the hood. “Now, I do accept cash in payment, throw in a few hundred bucks and I can really turn your night around.”
Right. He asked a fucking prostitute to work on his stupid car.
A stupidly sexy prostitute that Katsuki was starting to want to put in his car and drive somewhere far more secluded to fuck his brains out.
Katsuki reaches for the wallet in his back pocket, pulling out a wad of money and holding it out to the redhead. “That’s eight hundred dollars for helping with the car,” he explains before counting through a few more bills. The redhead’s eyes widen as he counts them with Katsuki, mouth open as Katsuki slides them into his open palm. “Altogether I’ve given you eight thousand dollars. Tell me, gorgeous, what does that get me?”
It was his fucking birthday, one that was ruined by his parents inviting people he didn’t care to know into his penthouse to celebrate. Wasn’t it only right that he spend his birthday however the fuck he wanted to, fucking whoever he wanted to?
“The name’s Kirishima Eijirou,” the redhead introduces, trying to pick his jaw up off the ground. “And for that much, you can do whatever the fuck you want to me.”
Katsuki loved the sound of that.
**
Three Months Later
Katsuki’s phone vibrates loudly against the conference room table, silencing the meeting as various men in suits turn to stare at him. He can already feel the burn of his mother’s glare in his skull, his father’s disapproving shake of the head obvious as Katsuki looks down at his phone to see a new photo message.
Fuck, he knew what that was. He didn’t even need to open it.
Baby💕: Waiting for you
The entire thing was a game to Eijirou: he knew when Katsuki would be stuck in meetings, desperate for some sort of out. Whenever those situations would come around Katsuki would get a photo message of his sugar baby, dressed in whatever he’s recently purchased with the allowance Katsuki gives him.
This time it’s Katsuki’s favorite baby pink lace, his dick too big to be held back by the panties so his tip pokes out the top. He’s definitely hard, leaking a little if the glisten at the tip of his dick says anything. His nipples are seen through the thin fabric of his bra, the barbells hidden behind pink.
Eijirou has his hair fanned out behind him, eyes lined with black and lips shining with Katsuki’s favorite gloss. He looks beautiful, fuckable, but so god damn far from Katsuki’s reach.
Katsuki: What did I say about texting me during meetings?
If you had told Katsuki three months ago that he would be keeping the prostitute that helped him with his car, he probably would have laughed. At the time it would have been ridiculous, wouldn’t it? The purpose of a prostitute was a one-off, a single night to get some release and ease the stress that could easily be relieved with an orgasm or two.
Now he has a beautiful redhead back at his penthouse permanently, one who had a thing for teasing the ever loving fuck out of his daddy daily. Katsuki certainly wasn’t complaining about that: Eijirou was one of the most beautiful people he’s ever met in this entire shit city, kind and sexy. When he wasn’t busy with meetings and dealing with his parents he was back home with his baby, spoiling him with orgasms and kisses he very well deserved.
Past Katsuki had been right too: Eijirou looked incredible dressed in silks. Katsuki made sure the man was spoiled absolutely rotten with whatever he wanted, and while he didn’t expect a lot in return, he was always in the mood for an excellent blowjob from that perfect little mouth.
The situation wasn’t necessarily about sex either. While that had been the beginning, Katsuki found that he didn’t want anybody else touching his baby. Eijirou hadn’t expressed going back to asking others for favors, and while Katsuki would respect the baby’s decision to do so, he didn’t want him to.
So he made it clear that he had feelings for the man, beyond just excellent sex, and to his relief so did Eijirou.
From there, things just got better. He had the best looking partner in the entire god damn world, someone who made the prettiest noises underneath him, but also held his hand when he needed strength, when he needed someone to comfort him after nightmares or just fucking hold him.
He, of course, returned the favor. Eijirou was tough as nails, could handle himself in whatever situation he needed to, but he was also human. Katsuki made sure the man had his protection, made sure he knew just how much Katsuki adored him: not just for his body, but for his heart.
Baby💕: Don’t act like you didn’t need some encouragement.
Another picture accompanies the text, this time one with Eijirou pulling down the panties, exposing his full length to the camera.
“Katsuki,” his mother hisses. “Put the fucking phone down.”
“I have to go,” Katsuki ignores her instructions, keeping his eyes locked to the next photo that comes through. Fuck, Eijirou was going to be punished for this. “Emergency I need to attend to. Send me the notes for this thing or whatever.”
He ignores his mother calling out to him to get back there, stuffing his phone into his pocket as he darts down toward the parking garage of the building. He’s quick to unlock his car, tearing out of the lot in a rush as he dials his baby’s phone number, white knuckle grip on the steering wheel.
“Hey daddy.”
“Eijirou,” Katsuki keeps his voice strict, low. “Do you remember what I told you about sending me naughty pictures during my meetings?”
His baby laughs into the receiver, breathless and amused. “I’m looking forward to it, daddy. Are you on your way? ”
Fuck. Since when did he allow this sexy redhead to wrap him around his finger?
“I am,” Katsuki confirms for him. “Are you still wearing that baby pink number I gave you?”
“ And the ruby plug you gave me too,” Eijirou purrs. “ Focus on driving, daddy. Love you!”
The fucker hangs up on him without another word, and Katsuki can’t help but press a little harder on the gas to get to his penthouse faster.
**
Eijirou is on the kitchen counter when Katsuki gets to the penthouse, legs crossed as he looks at his daddy with a glossed smile. “Welcome home,” he greets, his pink satin robe sliding off his right shoulder. “I missed you.”
Katsuki doesn’t hesitate to dump his things onto the ground, darting over to his baby and slamming their lips together. Kirishima squeals as Katsuki’s hands grip his ass, pulling him off the counter and leading him down the hallway to their bedroom. His arms secure themselves around Katsuki’s neck, legs wrapped around his hips as he grinds himself into his daddy’s stomach as Bakugou nearly slams him into a wall with a fierce kiss.
“Fucking tease,” he scolds, biting down on Kirishima’s bottom lip. “You are fucking insatiable, baby. Can’t leave you alone for one fucking afternoon.”
Eijirou grins to himself as Katsuki’s lips attach themselves to his neck, biting and sucking marks into his tanned skin. “Can you blame me? Your monster cock makes me desperate, daddy.”
“Spoiled brat,” Katsuki growls into his neck. He pulls back as Eijirou thrusts his hips against Katsuki once more, laughing at the desperation in his baby’s eyes. “Maybe I need to wean you off of my cock, huh?”
Eijirou whines at the suggestion. “Stop being mean and fuck me.”
Katsuki pinches his baby’s ass as he carries him the rest of the way to their bedroom, dropping the redhead onto the bed and hovering above him with a feral grin. He’s beautiful like this, underneath Katsuki and ready to surrender himself to him. He’s just how Katsuki likes him.
“Desperate little sluts don’t get what they want,” Katsuki reminds him, fingers brushing sensitive, pierced nipples. Eijirou gasps at the touch, arching his back. “Especially not when they interrupt important things for daddy.”
Katsuki is quick to remove his button up from his body, knocking Eijirou’s needy hands away as the man attempts to rip the shirt off his body. The action only makes Eijirou whine even more, his hands moving to Katsuki’s belt and fumbling with it. “Want your cock,” Eijirou states the obvious.
“You’ll get it eventually,” Katsuki promises, stepping away from him to pull his pants down. He kicks them away quickly, crawling back over his desperate lover with a feral grin. “Tell me though, what have you done today to deserve my cock?”
Eijirou pouts, Katsuki reaching forward to run his thumb against the bottom lip. Gloss smears the pad of his thumb, Eijirou’s tongue flicking out to lick at it as Katsuki moves it away with a teasing smirk. “I dressed up all nice for you, I wore your favorite plug. Since when have I had to earn your cock, daddy?” He thrusts up, his own cock brushing against Katsuk’s. “That cock is mine.”
It was, undoubtedly. There wasn’t a single fucking extra in the entire world that Katsuki would give his cock too. There wasn’t another person worthy enough to take it like his baby did, to ride it as desperately as his precious little slut would.
Eijirou was one of a kind.
“It is, isn’t it?” Katsuki pulls Eijirou’s legs up, the ruby red plug his baby promised would be there visible through the pink panties. “And this is mine.”
Holding his baby’s legs up, he swoops down to kiss Eijirou’s cheeks, pushing aside the pink panties to expose the plug. He kisses around it, tongue teasing around the rim as Eijirou whines at the touch.
“So noisy,” Katsuki shakes his head, fingers tracing the edges of the ruby. “Just how desperate are you, baby?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer as he slowly pulls the plug out, Eijirou releasing a pleasant moan as the cool air of their bedroom hits his stretched hole. Katsuki tosses the plug aside, immediately going for his meal as he licks inside his baby.
God, that was the noise he was looking for. The satisfied gasp, the sharp intake as Eijirou falls speechless while Katsuki works his tongue. This was his favorite part of eating out his darling baby was how Eijirou gripped the bed sheets, eyes shining with unshed tears at the sensitivity.
This was where Eijirou was most beautiful.
“C-cock!” Eijirou begs. “I’m ready, please!”
Katsuki pulls back from his meal, dropping his baby’s legs to flip him onto his stomach. The minute those beautiful tanned cheeks are on display Katsuki lifts a hand up, bringing it down to smack his baby’s gorgeous round ass.
“You’re ready when I say you are,” Katsuki tells him, hands kneading his baby’s perfect ass. “You did this for me, didn’t you? Allow me to enjoy this.”
And he does: he abuses his baby’s hole with his tongue as Eijirou whines under his touch, grinding his aching cock into the mattress. The action earns another slap to his cheeks, the skin beginning to redden.
When Katsuki decides his baby is properly devoured, he taps his hardened cock against his baby’s red cheeks. “How do you want this, baby? Would you like to see me fucking you?”
Eijirou nods, allowing Katsuki to move him onto his back as he reaches for his daddy’s neck. He pulls the man down to his lips, kissing him roughly before lifting his legs and exposing his puffy, abused hole. “Don’t hold back, daddy.”
Holy shit Katsuki was in love.
He’s in love with how Eijirou chants his name with each thrust, how his baby’s deep crimson eyes sparkle with tears from the feeling of his cock pistoning in and out of his hole. He’s in love with this beautiful man dressed in baby pink, decorated in lace, red hair spread across a satin pillow.
“Feel so fucking good,” Katsuki gasps, the feeling of Eijirou’s hole milking his cock irresistible “Nice and open for me, your slutty little hole craving my cock so badly. This is what you wanted, isn’t it baby? For me to fuck you into this mattress like a good daddy?”
He leans forward, hands grabbing his headboard and holding onto it tightly as he drives into Eijirou at a new angle. His cock brushes up against the perfect spot, Eijirou’s voice screaming louder as Katsuki moves his hips faster, watching as his baby’s eyes roll back into his head from pleasure.
There’s a crack just as Katsuki’s bursting into his baby’s hole, both of their moans drowning out the sound of the headboard splitting as they ride out their orgasms.
“Holy shit,” Eijirou croaks out, spent. “You broke our headboard.”
Katsuki attempts to collect himself as he pulls out of Eijirou, cum leaking from his baby’s hole as he leans down to kiss Eijirou’s lips lazily. His hands are soft against his skin, pulling at the lingerie he’s decorated in. “Want me to take this off?”
Eijirou nods, trying to catch his breath as Katsuki removes the last bits of clothing and sets them on the floor of their bedroom. His lips trace the places the fabric rubbed, gentle kisses pressed against red skin as he reaches for the nightstand drawer to pull out soothing cream.
“I love you,” Eijirou hums as Katsuki takes care of him, hands handling him as if he’s glass, fragile. “Sorry if I interrupted something.”
Katsuki shakes his head. “Never apologize for getting me away from my parents. You did nothing wrong.” He kisses Eijirou’s forehead, placing the cream back on his nightstand as he caresses Eijirou’s face. “Anything for my baby.”
Eijirou smiles, leaning into Katsuki’s touch with a contented smile. “Anything?”
Insatiable, of course.