Sugar Baby
one of my chapters from [ https://archiveofourown.org/works/71698121/chapters/186635406]
Katsuki's never made you come and he's made it everyone's problem.
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The first name Mic suggested had Katsuki balking. “Vlad? Like, Class B King Vlad?”
“He’s big!” Yamada shot back defensively. “And can absolutely be bad when the time calls for it. You’ve seen his fangs, don’t make me fill in the rest.” He chuckled, the shot of hot air against your pussy sending you twitching as he scrolled through his contacts. “Trust me, that ol’ vamp can get nearly as mean as-”
You froze, not even realizing how your body coiled in anticipation.
He went quiet. Brushed a thumb against your thigh.
Fearing the worst, you looked down your own sweaty body to see - not another round gearing up, but - the cogs working. A grin splitting.
Could he tell-
“I’ve got just the guy.”
“Uggggh, this business formal shit is - “
You tugged Katsuki’s tie closed, again, probably for the fourth time already this morning, and leveled him with a well-meaning glare. “This ‘business formal shit’ is as requested, like all the other… contingencies before engagements. So. Don’t tell me I waxed for nothing.”
The two of you were alone in the elevator, but Katsuki still huffed and looked away like he was (trying not to be) embarrassed.
Ding.
Ding.
He pouted at the button panel, in that way you knew he didn’t realize was so obvious. Somehow you resisted kissing him stupid and instead focused on fixing your pencil skirt back into place.
Ding.
Everything was trembling. Hands, knees, cheeks, insides, breath - and now four floors left.
“I’m just sayin’, he’s seen me bloody in shredded hero gear-”
“And I’m just saying, I want to make a good first impression,” you snapped, grabbing Katsuki’s hands without any pretense left. “Look, I know what I asked for but I, I don’t know what I’ll do if he’s mad at me right from the star-”
A rush of warm air hit your back as the elevator doors chimed open, the last “ding” of your arrival echoing through the cavernous space of Endeavor’s private office. Goosebumps rippled up toe to scalp, teeth clacking with shivers in the sudden heat. Katsuki’s gaze softened, wordlessly anchoring a hand on your back to lead you into the imposing chamber while an intercom crackled on nearby.
“Sir, your ten o’clock.”
“Ah,” the wall of hot air shifted as what seemed like a actively smouldering bear rose from the far wall, “early as usual. I expected no less from you, Dynamight.” Your breath caught. This seemed good! But maybe he hadn’t - “As well as anyone who could make the cut for your standards. Good morning to you too, young lady.”
Oh.
Was… Was it normal to be this aware of your nipples in a… business meeting? Rendezvous? What even - wait, fuck, were they poking through your shirt? Oh god. They were definitely achier than necessary-
You almost laughed, slightly manic as the situation hit you fully, but were able to cover it up with a deep bow and greeting - or at least you would have, if your kind and respectful and demure boyfriend hadn’t cut you off halfway through.
"Yeah yeah, cut the smooth talk, old man. She’s been smitten.”
Fantastic! Looks like you were adding “murder the #5 hero” to the day’s to-do list.
Still bent, you pulled out the host gift that had taken up most of the previous day and snuck in a solid elbow to Katsuki’s side; the bastard barely even grunted. Ohhh, the things you were going to do to him later…
Blinking away from your brief violent revenge fantasy, you realized several things all at once.
First, Kats had escorted you to a large couch set without even lifting from your bow.
Secondly, the fiery bear had turned, revealing the former #1 hero from behind his desk - decked out in his full hero gear, bigger and brighter than you had ever dreamed.
Third, he was… amused?
“Mr. Endeavor, I am so sorry about him,” you ducked back down, offering a sumptuously wrapped bag with both hands and completely ignoring Katsuki audibly rolling his eyes, “and greatly appreciate you taking the time to meet with us.” A hand the size of your thigh came into view; your eyes went wide, trying not to squeak as it gently pushed the bag back towards you. “It isn’t much, but-” a prosthetic finger lifted your chin, easing the rest of your torso upright while your gaze stayed locked on the flaming boots ahead; “- please accept this gift,” and it wasn’t until you heard the deep, soft chuckle that you finally took a full breath.
That metallic finger brushed your cheek; turned your face up to meet his. So, so much taller, your neck creaked to reach, your throat so exposed-
And his hand stayed. His warm, huge hand, thrumming with connective energy, spread nearly across your entire face.
Closer up, the age and experience showed, but the man you’d secretly had a poster or two of as a teen wore it well. His crows’ eyes crinkled as he chuffed, placing the parcel on the low table. “Don’t worry, I know my way around this delinquent by this point.” He smiled, another surprise for the day.
“Good to see the youth still invests in tradition.” Oh. Oh you were already glowing. “May I open it now?”
Katsuki’s background caterwauling turned to a satisfied preen in the blink of an eye. “Go for it.”
Within seconds, a spread of professional and handmade wagashi laid on the table, topped off with a gleaming tea set and homemade kuzumochi in the center of a blue, flame-emblazoned silk wrapping. You were beyond proud of yourself to see Endeavor shocked and delighted for a moment before he let out an unexpected laugh.
“Aha! So we begin with bribery?”
Spluttering, your knees buckled. “I didn’t mean to- si- is it-” “Shh, baby, he’s just teasing. You did your homework, look.”
And lo, there was Endeavor, humming as a sweet vanished behind his moustache. The vibrancy of his facial hair was matched only by his enthusiasm; one plate was empty already, with another delicate sugar spiral nearly melted on the way to his mouth. He caught it just in time - had to stick his tongue out, even - but it still left sticky drips down his thumb.
He didn’t even pause before licking it up, gaze heavy on you as he sucked the syrup clean.
It… smelled like Katsuki. When he’d use his quirk. Sweet, almost burnt caramel, cloying but comfortable, familiar -
“Speaking of homework,” the amused rumble shook you out of your haze. “As much as I appreciate the gift, did you prepare the requested materials per our conversation last week?”
Katsuki slapped down a folio of documents; test results, contracts, NDAs, the lot. “‘S’all there. Check if you want,” he shrugged, slumping into the couch. “‘M’not your damn bird, I can do my own paperwork.”
Suddenly, you had your first taste of the original Endeavor; the mild ambient heat you’d gotten used to flared, his glare spiking an iron so hot it felt cold. “Boy, do not-” “Okay, okay, sorry. And yeah, we did the… thing.”
The hero huffed like a vexed bull and popped another piece of mochi, hackles dropping. “Good.” Katsuki’s thumb roved your thigh, both apologetic and soothing, steeling himself. “Yeah. Three days without either of us coming.”
“That should be sufficient,” Endeavor sighed, appeased for now. “You know I haven’t the best track record with the female form, so.” He leaned back into his chair, arms folded. “Show me what you’ve learned so far.”
It had been at least two hours. Two hours of Katsuki keeping you on the precipice with his fingers, tongue, toys, cock, nearly getting you there but told to hold back each time. Endeavor was studying you, your movements and tells, every little indicator that release was close - reeling your boyfriend back in on his own after just a few examples.
His legs spread further open as time wore on, clearly needing extra space for whatever was happening inside his hero suit, but he refused to touch the prominent bulge beyond a brief adjustment. The bastard - and yes, you decided he was a bastard too - had even returned to his decadent dessert spread, encouraging the two of you to continue with a grunt like you were just background entertainment.
Honestly... It made you feel electric.
Something about being practically ignored in the presence of such power was both deeply humbling and strangely… comforting? He didn’t care, but he didn’t want you to stop. A distant fondness.
At some point it occurred to your brain soup that the elder hero was enjoying the experience in his own way; watching, waiting, controlling with just a word or a look. While Bakugo had almost immediately re-purposed his tie as handcuffs, it was like Endeavor had your partner - the notoriously disobedient Murder God Dynamight - on an invisible leash as well.
That dynamic only got stronger during a brief water break, when Endeavor hummed. “Bakugo.” Your boyfriend grunted into his glass, raising an eyebrow. “Do you remember the Mr Smiley mission?”
You had no idea what they were talking about, although it sounded vaguely familiar from your spot drooling over the edge of an armchair. Katsuki, on the other hand, swiped the water off his face with a devious grin. He didn’t say anything, just rustled a blindfold out of his cargo pants. “Thought you’d never ask.”
Moments later, he was following commands blindly - two fingers here, three there, switching you upside down - without even a second's hesitation from the order barking out across the table. None of your holes were safe and it was exhilarating knowing that Kats didn’t even get to see what he was doing to you.
Finally Endeavor directed Katsuki fully into the air, leaving with a kiss and dropping you to safety in the older hero’s arms. It was a trust exercise - fire drill, really - like nothing you’d ever experienced.
“Well done. I think she’s ready for the next step.”
Notes:
listen I know he may not be the daddy we were expecting but he's very large and trying to repent in the ways available, ok
