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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku
  Additional Tags:
      Age_Difference, Crossdressing, Intercrural_Sex, Hand_Jobs, Facials,
      Photographer!_Bakugou, Model!_Izuku, Dubious_Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-23 Words: 2924
****** Part of the Problem ******
by poni
Summary
     He was well-mannered and delicate, and Bakugou found himself overcome
     with the desire to absolutely ruin him. His mother had left them
     alone, as well, which he could tell she was not happy about doing.
     Parents like that would suffer a great deal, seeing their children in
     this industry, and he could feel guilty about wanting to pin Izuku
     down on the floor and nail him into it when his mother was putting so
     much faith in him, but he didn’t.
Notes
     hahahaha oh my god what have i fucking done
See the end of the work for more notes
Bakugou liked to think of himself as something of an expert when it came to
photography. He was never unsure of himself, always picking the right angles
and lenses and never hesitating to go to any necessary lengths to get the best
shot that he possibly could. As far as he was concerned, there was no one who
could best him. He had earned enough renown to get by easy for quite some time,
as long as nothing threatened his reputation. It was common practice in
industries like that to take out the competition with scandals and accusations,
which left Bakugou cutting off ties left and right and separating himself from
anyone who could possibly threaten the reputation that he held so dear.
What he had not accounted for was that he might be the one to endanger his own
reputation.
The second that Bakugou met Izuku, he had his suspicions that he would be a
special client. Not that he went into it with the intent that he soon found
himself with, of course, but the way Izuku acted struck him differently than
any of the clients he had met with before. He was young, he was polite in the
most awkward way, and he had none of the grating self-confidence that other
people- Bakugou was aware that he was included in that statement- possessed in
this business. Bakugou could easily see him becoming popular. He could create a
brand for himself, one that allowed him to be pleasant and cute and appeal to
all the girls his age. And the sleazy old perverts who would lust after him,
too, but that was the kind of thing that people didn’t like to talk about when
they could avoid it.
Izuku moved into the photography room with a gentle butterfly-flit, hands
clasped behind his back. He was well-mannered and delicate, and Bakugou found
himself overcome with the desire to absolutely ruin him. His mother had left
them alone, as well, which he could tell she was not happy about doing. Parents
like that would suffer a great deal, seeing their children in this industry,
and he could feel guilty about wanting to pin Izuku down on the floor and nail
him into it when his mother was putting so much faith in him, but he didn’t.
Maybe he was part of the problem.
Izuku was polite, but he was also chatty. He had a lot of questions, which he
did not hesitate to ask. He hung close by Bakugou while he got the camera
ready, asking questions about which buttons did what, how long he had been
taking pictures, all of the questions that annoyed Bakugou out of his mind. It
took all his willpower not to snap at him and tell him to shut up, but he
couldn’t leave Izuku thinking badly of him. Since when was that something that
he cared about, anyway?
“Go sit on the couch,” Bakugou instructed, after answering all his questions,
one by one, and barely keeping a handle on his temper while he did. “Have you
ever done this before?”
“No,” Izuku replied. He got onto the couch, crossing his legs and setting his
hands on his lap.
“You look stiff,” Bakugou said. He was already displeased, and they had barely
begun. This was going to be a long session, he realized. Between his mind
drifting to thoughts of putting his hands up Izuku’s skirt and trying quite
hard to not think about exactly that, he found himself making amateur mistakes
without even noticing.
“Lie down.” Bakugou made some vague motion with his hands, which he hoped Izuku
would take as further incentive to do as he asked. He could look, but he could
not touch, lest he be greeted with the consequences for doing such a thing.
Bakugou would not willingly refer to what he was doing now as ‘leering’, but he
was well aware that he was doing just that.
“Oh, okay.” Izuku complied without hesitation, and Bakugou wondered how much he
could ask him to do before he would begin to pause at his requests.
Bakugou thought that the way he dangled one of his arms over the edge of the
couch cushion and draped the other over his chest was far from unintentional,
but he reminded himself that he was in exactly the position that would want to
interpret Izuku’s actions as flirtatious. He shook his head to clear out those
thoughts, and focused on getting a good picture. That was what this was all
about, after all; he couldn’t stare at him for an hour without having anything
to show for the time they spent together.
He walked to the middle of the room where Izuku was, adjusting one of the
lights and shifting the placement of his shadow just a bit. There was no point
in doing that, but he would take any excuse to be closer to Izuku. He could
practically feel Izuku watching him from his place on the couch, and when he
turned to look at him, he saw Izuku quickly tear his gaze away. Izuku had been
staring, too.
Bakugou moved his camera down to the end of the couch, and he could have sworn
he heard Izuku heave an impatient sigh as he started adjusting things all over
again. He was still a perfectionist; he had made enough mistakes to last him a
lifetime in these first few minutes alone.
“Move your legs apart a little bit.” Bakugou quite nearly told him to spread
his legs, but he was lucky enough to catch himself before he said it. He was
certain that Izuku would not have thought anything of it, however, so perhaps
he should not be so careful with the way he phrased things. It would give him
better masturbation material later if he didn’t.
“Like this?” he asked as he opened his legs, exactly as Bakugou had asked him
to. Even so, he would not act as though that was the case.
“No, not like that.” Bakugou gave an exaggerated sigh as he stepped around his
camera to reach the end of the couch. He bent over it and put his hands on
Izuku’s legs, just above his black kneesocks. So much for not touching him. He
pushed them apart a bit more, ignoring the way that Izuku shifted around in
discomfort. He slid his hands up higher, up to the hem of Izuku’s skirt. His
heart raced at the feeling of his warm skin and soft thighs.
“Um.” Izuku did not force his hands away, but he stared up at him with eyes
clouded by confusion.
Bakugou pushed his legs apart just a bit more, wishing he had an excuse to keep
his hands there longer. Because he didn’t, he moved them back down, then hooked
his arm under Izuku’s knee to lift it up. Izuku let himself be moved, even as
Bakugou draped his leg over the back of the couch and pushed the other one just
a little bit further.
“B-Bakugou, sir,” Izuku said, still not fixing his position, even as he saw
Bakugou staring at him, and that alone gave the photographer a bit of a thrill.
“You can- you can see my underwear like this.”
“So?” Bakugou stepped back to admire his handiwork. “That shit sells. Stay like
that,” he demanded, returning to his camera to take a few shots. He wouldn’t
really show these photos to anyone; they would be kept back for himself.
Already, he felt a rush of irritation at the idea of anyone else seeing Izuku
like this. If someone leaked these pictures, his career would be over, and that
was absolutely the best case scenario. At the moment, though, all he could
think about was seeing more of Izuku.
Izuku gave a soft whine that went straight to Bakugou’s cock. “This feels
weird,” he murmured, turning his head to the side.
“Deal with it.” Bakugou walked back over to him, and he could practically feel
the dread rolling off of Izuku in waves. He found satisfaction in that, because
Izuku knew something was amiss, but he was not resisting all the same. Maybe he
was scared of what would happen if he did. Bakugou put his hands back on his
body, this time to untuck his shirt. He pushed it up, revealing the expanse of
Izuku’s abdomen. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, feeling Izuku shiver and shake
harder with each button that he opened.
“Stay still,” he ordered when Izuku wiggled around, likely trying to escape the
touch of his hands. He finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed the sides of
it apart, so they slipped slightly off of Izuku’s shoulders.
“I-I-” Izuku hands jerked like he might grab Bakugou’s wrists when he ran them
down his body, then back up, pushing his skirt higher with the movement. His
hands bunched into fists, growing tighter as Bakugou put his hands on his
chest.
Bakugou grinned, pinching Izuku’s nipples between his fingers and savoring the
gasp that he got in response.
“Sir-!” Izuku’s back arched in an obscene display, the curve of his spine
impossibly enticing. His breaths came heavy, and Bakugou wondered if it was out
of arousal or fear. Either way, he had no intention of stopping now.
“Just relax,” Bakugou crooned as he rolled his nipples in his fingers. He
didn’t actually care if Izuku relaxed or not, but it was a nice thought all the
same.
“I can’t, this is-” Izuku cut himself off with a loud moan and Bakugou found
that more gratifying than it should have been. “Bakugou-”
“Call me Katsuki,” he said, offering Izuku something that he did not even offer
to his closest friends. It was easy to make ridiculous decisions when he was
blinded by arousal.
“Katsuki-chan, Ka- chan- Kacchan-” Izuku whimpered, abruptly stopping when
Bakugou climbed onto the couch to hover above him. This had gotten serious, all
at once, and Izuku could do nothing but accept it.
While he was barely thinking at all, Bakugou did still notice that Izuku had
decided to give him an undeniably childish nickname. He didn’t mind, but it
served as a reminder that the years between them were vast. “How old are you?”
he asked on an impulse, knowing that he was going to torture himself with the
answer.
“Fifteen,” Izuku said, and he looked as if he hoped that the answer might
change Bakugou’s mind. To his dismay, it did not seem as though it was going
to. This was not what he had signed up for, and it was all too strange for
words.
“You’re so young,” Bakugou said, all too aware of the inherent wrongness of
this situation. He had been aware of it from the beginning. That was why he had
told himself that he couldn’t touch him, and his lack of self control was why
he had done it anyway. “You’re just a kid,” he murmured.
“Y-yes, so if you could-” Izuku gulped as Bakugou stopped toying with his chest
and slid his hands down between his legs, beginning to palm his hard cock. “If
you could stop,” he could not keep himself from groaning out the words. He had
never felt someone else’s hands on him. Unfortunately, his body responded well
to the torture. He arched his hips up without meaning to. Really, he didn’t
mean to; it was just that it felt so nice, and it was so unfamiliar in the most
delicious way.
“You’re out of luck,” Bakugou hooked his thumbs under his patterned underwear-
for a second, he wondered what kind of fifteen year old still wore that kind of
thing- and tugged them down. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and Izuku
cried out, his chest heaving. That was the thing about teenagers, Bakugou
thought. He recalled himself being just as receptive to touch at Izuku’s age,
and he was satisfied to know that he was not the only one.
“Wanna fuck you,” Bakugou muttered, staring at Izuku’s face. It was twisted up
in pleasure, his eyes closed tightly and his mouth hanging open. “Wanna cum
inside you. Wanna knock you up.” He knew that he couldn’t, which left him
feeling unsatisfied already. He wasn’t going to fuck him without lube, because
he knew that the brat would whine and bring someone’s attention to them if he
tried. What he was doing now was already cause for concern.
“D-don’t say things like that,” Izuku whimpered. “That’s filthy.”
“What? You don’t want me to say that?” Bakugou laughed lightly, squeezing
Izuku’s cock and listening to the shuddering moan he got in response. “I’ll say
whatever I want. I’ll stuff you with my cum, pretty boy.”
“Don’t call me that, either!” Izuku tried to close his legs, but Bakugou caught
him before he got too far, and kept his hold on the leg that he had grabbed.
“You got a problem with that, pretty boy?” Bakugou was not one to pass up an
opportunity to mock someone, even when the situation didn’t call for it. He
stroked him a bit faster, his hand slick with precum. It made an obscene sound
as it slid along Izuku’s cock.
“Yes!” Izuku sounded almost exasperated. “I do!”
“Too bad,” Bakugou held no sympathy for him. He did somewhat give him what he
wanted, though, by letting go of his leg and letting him clasp them together
around his wrist. With his free hand, he unbuttoned his pants and tugged out
his cock. He let go of Izuku’s dick to wrap his arms around his legs and hold
him there. He slid his cock between his thighs and groaned noisily.
Izuku struggled, but only for a moment. He quickly gave up, and let Bakugou
fuck his thighs instead of resisting. He was not a selfish person, but he
wanted Bakugou to touch him again, if he was going to use his body like that.
That was only fair. “Touch me,” he demanded. “Touch me, Kacchan.”
Bakugou paused, as if he was considering his options. After he had thought
about it for a moment, he reached between them to curl his fingers around
Izuku’s cock. He stroked him in time with his own thrusts, and Izuku just took
it. Bakugou was willing to settle just this once, but he still wanted to know
what it felt like inside of him. He listened to Izuku gasp and moan while he
did the same. He kissed Izuku’s ankle, then took him more fiercely as his own
reward for that momentary softness. “Fuck,” he groaned, watching his cock slide
in and out of Izuku’s thighs and paying close attention to the slick noise that
it made. Already, he felt himself growing close. Too soon, he thought, but he
hadn’t been this into sex for a long time. It had been quite some time since he
had even touched himself, but he had a feeling that was going to change after
this.
“Let me cum on your face,” Bakugou said, but it was not particularly a request.
He was going to do it, whether Izuku liked it or not.
“Wh- huh? No!” Izuku wriggled around, then gave a noisy shriek as Bakugou
climbed up over him, pushing his hand down on his chest to keep him still. When
that didn’t work, he put his hand on his throat, and that made Izuku stop
moving, at least for a moment.
“Good. Let me make you dirty, pretty boy.” Bakugou jerked himself off over
Izuku’s face. He could see the anticipation in Izuku’s eyes- at least, that was
how he was going to interpret it. He came with a sharp moan, spilling his cum
on Izuku’s face in thick strands. The boy closed his eyes just in time. Bakugou
stroked himself through the aftershocks of his orgasm, then smeared his cum
over Izuku’s face with his hand. He heard Izuku’s sound of displeasure, but he
didn’t think anything of that.
Bakugou got off the couch, and Izuku carefully opened an eye to watch him move.
He had protests, moments away from being vocalized, but Bakugou stopped him
before he could begin with a ‘don’t’. He went back over to his camera, pleased
to see that he had caught plenty of pictures of that entire exchange. But he
wasn’t done quite yet.
With a pleased grin, he took his camera off the tripod and brought it over to
Izuku. “Smile,” he said, taking a picture of the look of distaste that Izuku
gave him. He looked like a mess, with his underwear around his ankles, his hard
cock against the fabric of his skirt, and the cum smeared across his face.
“F-fuck you,” Izuku whispered, sounding unsure of the words he was saying.
Figures- the kid probably didn’t swear a lot. “You didn’t- you didn’t even- I’m
still hard.”
“Oh, I know. Let’s get a good shot of that, shall we?” Bakugou was going to
have to come up with a good excuse for why he didn’t have more than a couple of
pictures after an hour. “Come on, give me something to work with.”
Izuku gave him a dirty look, but he scooted up against the armrest and bent
inward, holding up his skirt to take it in his teeth. He wrapped his hand
around his cock and looked at the camera, brow furrowed in concentration. “Like
this?” he asked through the fabric in his mouth.
“Yeah, just like that,” Bakugou replied.
He was going to enjoy their next session.
End Notes
     i wrote this a while back and never posted it for uh... obvious
     reasons. but y'know, sometimes you just gotta go for it. LMAO. MAZEL
     TOV!
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