Another day, another asshole to fuck- literally. Katsuki was making all the sounds he was suppose to as he pounded into some midlife crisis under him. It wasn't that he hated his job- he really liked it- just today his head was not into it. Thankfully, his client had no idea of this. Hell if he wanted to explain why either.

His thoughts kept running back to the blushing, innocent nerd he was dating . Dating… that was new for Katsuk. Usually it was going out with a guy, getting laid and then never hearing from them again. Actually, he had given up on Midoriya even calling him- though that nerd never ceases to surprise him.

Thrusting more, Katsuki was ready to get this joker off and call it a day. It was a repeat client who wanted a fast and hard fuck- tipped him damn good too. Gripping tighter, Katsuki gave him all he could, hearing the man scream into the mattress. He liked this kind of client- nothing fancy or too kinky, he did enough of that shit to begin with. He also knew how to thrust to get him off faster.

When it was all said and done, this was just a job. Katsuki didn't want a boring desk job or even worse- customer service. He knew his people skills where shit- he was never going to question that. So fucking rich old guys and degrading them was something he could definitely do.

"Be a good little slut," Katsuki growled, "and cum for me."

He heard the man groan into the mattress as he reached around- pumping his dick and waiting for the man to finally release.

It wasn't a job for just anyone - but of course, Katsuki wasn't just anyone. He was one of the best fucking whores in town.

"Surprised you even came by the club," Shouto said as they sat at the bar. It was just the middle of the afternoon and Katsuki really wanted a damn shower.

"Your daddy owes me some back pay," Katsuki said, tapping the bar for a drink.

"Little early to be drinking, eh?" Shouto asked.

"Since when did you care what I did?" Katsuki asked, taking his whiskey soda and gulping it down.

"Aren't you working again this afternoon?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Don't want limp whiskey dick," Shouto said, tapping his knuckles on his crotch.

"Look you little bastard-!" Katsuki growled.

"Ah! If it isn't Kacchan !" Enji said, coming around the bar with his arms open as if to hug him.

"Get away from me you old pervert," Katsuki growled, setting his empty glass down. "You owe me some back pay."

There were times Katsuki got money on site, but a lot of times they were booked online and he had to bring his happy ass down to gather his money. Lately he had been making so much, he just stopped by once a month or so. A grunt and Enji turned to head back to his office. Straddling the stool, Katsuki ordered another drink.

"You know he meant for you to follow him," Shouto said.

"And?" Katsuki asked.

"Father is concerned," Shouto said.

Rolling his eyes, Katsuki knew these assholes knew about him dating Midoriya. Fucking stalker asses. He couldn't wipe his ass without a report back on it from these people.

"Well he needs to deal with it," Katsuki said, grabbing the glass placed in front of him and drinking.

"You've never dated anyone before," Shouto pointed out.

"Is there a point to this conversation?" Katsuki asked.

A sigh and Shouto leaned against the bar. "You know we are in no position to be tied down," he sighed.

"I thought being tied up was your specialty," Katsuki laughed, elbowing Shouto in the ribs.

"Don't be an ass, you know what I mean," Shouto said.

"Let me worry about me," Katsuki said, finishing the drink a lot faster than he wanted too. For some reason when he was around these damn Todorokis, all he could do was drink quickly.

"You do look somewhat more… content," Shouto said.

"Well I was til I came in here and your meddling ass family jumped up my ass," Katsuki grumbled.

"Hey!" Shouto said, turning to face him. "My family saved your broke ass."

Rolling his eyes, Katsuki pushed at Shouto's shoulders. "You call us being whores… saved?"

"You'd be broke and working some desk job if wasn't for us," Shouto said.

"And you'd still be begging to suck my cock," Katsuki said, leaning in closer, breathing on Shouto's face. "And even then," he said, licking his lips, "I'd still tell you no."

A roar from the back and they both knew it was Enji- probably shooting steam from his ears at this damn point. Smiling at Shouto, Katsuki kissed his cheek and walked away. It was a fun past time of his to tease that little pretty boy- the little rich twink who got everything… everything but Katsuki.

He did have standards. They were low, but he had them.

Walking into Enji's office, Katsuki sat in the chair and put his boots up on the desk. He watched as Enji's face turned red. Katsuki knew he hated this shit- but they both knew how much Katsuki was requested, and if Enji wasn't careful, they both knew he could easily move to another agency.

"You should come by more often," Enji said.

"Why?" he asked.

"Regardless what you think," Enji said, sliding an envelope across the desk, "I do care about your well being."

"Is that why you have me followed all the damn time?" Katsuki asked, taking the envelope and counting the money. His cut was a lot larger these days- as he demanded. There was another agency on the other side of town that had offered him a larger cut. When he brought this up to Enji, there was no debate.

"You know you need to be careful with dating," Enji said, "regardless how good you are, I will not have some upset boyfriend busting through my club!"

"What, like you did with your son?" Katsuki asked. It was well known that Shouto had dated a guy a year back who didn't know what he did, and when he found out- well there was loads of drama and tears in the middle of the club on one of their busiest nights.

Katsuki stopped working the club within the first year. He didn't like the stale smelling rooms, and just any jerk off who came in demanding a quick blow job. He accepted his own jobs on his own terms. He had worked hard his first year to earn this spot.

"Katsuki," Enji warned.

Smiling to himself, Katsuki saw his cut was a bit larger this time. Nothing he would complain about.

"Listen," Katsuki said, taking his feet off the desk and leaning forward. "Don't worry about my personal life ok? I'll still fuck these rich old guys."

"And your little boyfriend knows what you do?" Enji asked.

It took him back, as he had never called Midoriya his boyfriend . They were dating, yes, but had not established that yet.

"We are dating," Katsuki said, leaning back and sighing. He knew this old hot head was not going to let this go. "And he met me on the job . So yes, he clearly knows what I do."

"Well honesty is the best," Enji stated.

"Like anyone around here is honest," Katsuki grunted.

A squint from Enji and Katsuki knew he was walking on thin ice. Standing up, he blew a kiss to Enji and went to head out. "Oh!" he said in after thought. "I'd like next weekend off, so don't book anything for me."

"A weekend?!" Enji roared as Katsuki shut the door behind him. He would walk out now while he still could.

He was thankful that Shouto wasn't out in the main area waiting for him. Waving to the bartender as he exited, Katsuki grabbed a cigarette from his pack and lit it. Standing on the sidewalk, he let the sun wash over him- his thought running back to that blushing nerd.

"Fuck," Katsuki grumbled to himself as he started to walk. "I got it bad for that little twerp."

It had been awhile since he looked forward to anything. Katsuki found himself on Thursday morning waking up around noon- excited. He had gotten reservations at a high end restaurant, and he only told Midoriya to wear one of his sweater vest.

He had no idea why the fuck he even liked that. He had seen that nerd in his jeans and plain shirts, but something about those khakis he wore that were a little too big for him, the shirt he knew was twisted and crooked under that vest- it was too damn cute! Groaning, Katsuki rubbed his hand over his face. He was tempted to go buy a cheap suit and make Midoriya wear that.

Which was kind of twisted. Katsuki dealt with business men all the time, and they sure as fuck did not turn him on. The thing with Midoriya was his innocent big eyes that blinked at him in wonderment, the way his cheeks lit up, almost hiding that splash of freckles as he stared at him like Katsuki was the most amazing thing in the world.

Even that first night on the balcony, the way Midoriya twitched and shifted on his feet. The cuteness of it all was too much for him. Sure, Katsuki wanted to just pop his cherry and send him on his way- but dammit, that nerd made him want more .

That first night when they kissed, the way Midoriya melted into him, then saying how he didn't want to just rush into things.

Who dates a whore and doesn't want sex? Usually guys wanted a date for a free fuck. He knew with Midoriya he was something different- something special.

It had been such a long time that Katsuki woke up, excited and hard. Closing his eyes, he thought back to that night where Midoriya came home with him, the way his hand was sooooooo bad jerking him off, but also so fucking perfect. Everything that little nerd did was so hesitant, so new, so innocent- and it hit him in a way he never knew. Midoriya kissed sloppy, his hands grabbed all wrong, but fuck… the purest sounds he ever heard…

Katsuki was falling hard and he fucking knew it. Grabbing his cock, he pictured sucking off Midoriya as he held up his damn sweater vest. He had considered it in the alley the other afternoon, but he was sure that would have completely wrecked the poor guy.

It almost made him laugh. Here Katsuki was, holding his cock and almost laughing. What had his life become? How did such an innocent, boring , little nerd wrap him so quickly.

He could only imagine how Midoriya would sound when he finally got to fuck him. He knew Midoriya wanted to wait, and he was more than ok with it. There was so much still to show Midoriya as it was. He wanted sloppy kisses and bad hand jobs. He wanted to hear Midoriya gag when he went down on him.

He wanted all of it. He wanted to wake up with green hair tickling his nose, and that blush greeting him.

Arching his back, Katsuki was deep in thoughts of how bad Midoriya would be at everything sexual, and he found himself jerking his cock harder- then spilling all over his stomach.

Catching his breath, he laid on his bed, trying to remember when the last time he jerked off- that wasn't for money. Taking a second to gather his thoughts, he grabbed his phone to send a text to Midoriya.

Wear your damn work clothes tonight!

Oh he was so screwed.

He told Midoriya he would pick him up. The good thing about working for the Todorokis is that he had use of their fancy ass cars and drivers. As long as he didn't abuse it. Katsuki rarely had a driver unless it was for work, and he knew Shouto used that shit for every damn thing. He also knew Enji wouldn't bitch too much as was just another way to keep an eye on him- not that he was hiding anything.

Plus, seeing Midoriya's face as the town car pulled up- only made him smile more.

There he was, fidgeting on the sidewalk when they pulled up- and fuck! He was totally wearing his dorky ass work clothes. Katsuki moaned softly to himself as the car came to a stop. Jumping out the back seat, he took Midoriya's hand and kissed his cheek.

"You look amazing," he said. He truly meant it. His kink lately was this nerd looking the part.

"Ah!" Midoriya yelped. He would never get over how jumpy Midoriya was til he calmed down. It was cute and adorable. "You look… hot!"

Oh, he knew he looked good. Fitted pants and dress shirt that the buttons almost wanted to pull apart on. He kept the top few undone, showing off some skin. He noticed Midoriya really seem to enjoy staring at him, so he took extra care to make sure he looked good enough to stare at.

Climbing into the car, Katsuki told himself he would behave, but it was hard with the frigid way Midoriya sat in the seat- his eyes so large and tripping over his words. Grabbing Midoriya's hand, he kissed the top of it and held it tightly. He had been looking forward to seeing Midoriya again, and he couldn't remember the last time he had a real want to spend time with anyone.

Small chatter as he listen to Midoriya ramble about his day and he felt himself relax. Once they got to the restaurant, he watched again as Midoriya's eye grew large and the way his mouth hung open. Taking his hand, Katsuki squeezed it and led him in.

He knew this was probably a place Midoriya had never been too- but he wanted to show Midoriya all kinds of things. Seeing the way his eyes lit up as he stared around, the way his mouth never really fully closed…

Yeah… he was fucked.

Katsuki ordered wine, tasted it and got them a bottle. They looked over the menu and he saw how Midoriya kept staring at the menu.

"Know what you want?" he asked.

"Um…" Midoriya mumbled, "There are no prices on this menu."

"So?"

"So!" Midoriya yelped. "I don't want too-"

Placing a finger on Midoriya's lips, Katsuki smiled at him. "Order whatever the fuck you want, and I mean it."

"But what if-"

He pressed his finger harder against Midoriya's soft lips. It was kind of touching seeing him care like this. "Listen, don't worry. I wanted to bring you here, and I don't want you to worry."

A puff of Midoriya's cheeks, and he wanted to melt. He let him gaze over the menu before pointing out a few of his favorite dishes.

"Well I was looking at this one… and also this one!" Midoriya said, looking deep in thought, afraid he would pick the wrong one.

"Well I like them both," he said, "Let's order both and share."

"Really?" Midoriya chirped, his cheeks blushing again, though he was smiling.

"Of course," he said, leaning over and kissing him. He really couldn't help doing that, something about the way Midoriya's face lit up really got to him.

One thing he liked about this place, was how low the lights where- how close they got to sit- the way the music was soft, but you didn't hear other guest. It was one of Katsuki's favorite places. He could sit close to Midoriya, an arm wrapped around his shoulder as they waited for their food.

He also noticed when Midoriya relaxed, he would lean a bit into him, almost molding against his body. What he really wanted to do was to kiss Midoriya non stop til the food came, but he decided to behave and just let Midoriya ramble on.

He never knew anyone that could ramble the way Midoriya did. It was kind of cute really when he thought about it. There had to be something about silence that Midoriya didn't like, but it worked.

When their food arrived, they were halfway through the bottle of wine and he made sure to top off Midoriya's glass and his own before ordering another one. "Want more?"

"Um… are you sure?" Midoriya asked.

Katsuki was used to drinking, hell- he probably drank more than he should, but fuck it. He also knew Midoriya was pretty decent and holding his own. "Of course," he said, then kissed Midoriya's cheek. "Plus, you loosen up better with a couple drinks."

Midoriya giggled and he felt himself getting lighter from it. He didn't want Midoriya drunk, but he liked how much more relaxed he was.

"So what kinda things are you into?" Midoriya asked.

"In general or sexually?"

"Well… either really… but um…" Midoriya stammered and he knew which on Midoriya was really curious about.

A shrug, and Katsuki topped off their wine glasses once more to empty the bottle. "Honestly?"

"Well of course!" Midoriya said.

"I like the usual shit really," Katsuki said, "I'm not really into the kinky stuff. I don't mind it…"

"So… vanilla stuff?" Midoriya asked.

"You been talking to your friends again, huh?" Katsuki asked, pushing the hair off his forehead.

"Maybe," Midoriya said, giggling. "I was thinking you would be into the really kinky stuff."

"Cause of what I do?" Katsuki asked.

"Well, yeah."

"Don't think I won't cuff your hands to my headboard as I have my way with you," he whispered into Midoriya's ear, taking in the way Midoriya gasped at that. "Now let's finish our dinners."

Being as close as they were in the restaurant, it was easy to share their plates. He saw how Midoriya kept staring at his plate as he knew he was stuck between the two. Taking a piece of his chicken, he held it up to Midoriya's mouth. "Open," he said, then smiled when Midoriya did. He could really like this innocent shit that Midoriya did. The way his mouth just so easily opened as he stared at him with those large eyes.

"Want to go back to your place after this?" he asked, knowing Midoriya had to work the next morning.

The way Midoriya nodded had him smiling. Taking more bits of food from his plate, he relished in feeding Midoriya and was even surprised when Midoriya offered his up too. He figured Midoriya was the type to wait for him to ask, but he mimicked what he did.

"Let's order the dessert to go," Katsuki said.

"But I'm so full!" Midoriya chirped. "There is no way I could eat anything else!"

"Well… then I guess we will have to work up an appetite then," he whispered in Midoriya's ear, his hand moving up his thigh as he did.

"...ok," Midoriya breathed.

Midoriya's place was small, but he found it comfortable. Katsuki had to laugh at how nerdy the damn place was too. He had movie posters on his walls, and weird little trinkets all around. A huge bookshelf and he saw mangas and graphic novels.

"You really are a nerd, aren't you?" Katsuki asked.

A yelp and he looked to see Midoriya blushing as his hand went into his hair. Fuck, his expression where too damn cute- and he blushed so easily.

"Don't worry, I keep up with a lot of these mangas too," he said.

"Oh?" Midoriya asked.

"Yeah, though I keep them in my study. I'll show you next time you are over." Katsuki was kind of a closet nerd. Something sparked as he saw all the stories he followed- Midoriya seemed to have the same ones. He would like to dig into this deeper another time.

For now, he wanted to get his hands on him.

He saw that Midoriya was just standing there, shifting on his feet as he held the box that contained the cake they had ordered. Taking the box, Katsuki sat it on the coffee table then pulled Midoriya to him- their mouths quickly meeting as his hands went into his hair.

He never got enough kissing Midoriya. The way he was so sloppy and unskilled. His hands fumbling, not knowing where to grab- though Katsuki had grabbed his hips to pull him closer.

"Care to show me your bedroom?" he asked, kissing Midoriya's lips.

A small nod and Midoriya took his hand, leading him down the short hallway. His room was modest, and it smelled so much like him. Katsuki pulled Midoriya back to him, kissing him once more. His hands were fisting that damn sweater vest and then the idea from his earlier jerking came to mind.

"Can I… do something a bit more with you?" he asked.

"I'm… ready," Midoriya stammered, "for… yanno…"

Pulling back, he saw just how red Midoriya's face was and how he sort of wasn't looking at him. If Katsuki was hearing him right- Midoriya meant for them to fuck.

That was not what he had in mind.

"Do you mean…?" he asked, keeping his hands on Midoriya's arms, almost afraid he was going to take off and run away.

Closing his eyes, Midoriya nodded his head. Katsuki knew he wanted to do everything with this damn nerd, but not tonight.

"Babe," he said, letting go of one of his arms, but still holding him tightly. "I want to so badly, don't get me wrong." Leaning in, he kissed Midoriya again. "But not yet."

"So… you don't-"

Before Midoriya could spiral, Katsuki leaned in and kissed him deeply. He didn't want Midoriya to think he didn't want too . He wanted to so badly. He also knew for once, he wanted to take things differently with him.

"And yes, I want too," Katsuki said, kissing him again. "You have no idea how much I look forward to hearing what sounds you can make."

Stepping back, he saw how lit up Midoriya's face was. How he could be so turned on and still look so damn innocent was beyond him. Katsuki was turned on, just knowing that Midoriya really did want to with him, was making his own head spin.

Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, he kept his eyes locked with Midoriya's. He didn't take his clothes off, but he liked the way Midoriya looked at him. Once his shirt was open, he took Midoriya's hands, placing on his chest while he leaned in to kiss him again.

"I want to do everything with you," he whispered against Midoriya's lips.

Their kisses quickly heating up and he could feel how hard Midoriya was against his hip. Pressing Midoriya against the wall, he found his fantasy from earlier in the day was coming true. When Midoriya tried to pull off his sweater, Katsuki held tightly to his hands. "Leave it on," he growled, kissing and licking Midoriya's neck. His hands made quick work of Midoriya's pants and stroking him. One last kiss and he watched Midoriya gasp for air.

Pulling up the vest, Katsuki looked Midoriya in the eye. "Open your mouth," he said.

Watching Midoriya open his mouth almost made him cum right in his damn pants. Lifting the vest he put it in Midoriya's mouth. "Keep it there," he said while falling to his knees.

He didn't think Midoriya's eyes could get bigger, but dammit- they did. Stroking his cock, Katsuki looked up, seeing exactly how he imagined. Midoriya holding up his damn sweater vest. Fuck!

Keeping his eyes up at the vision before him, Katsuki licked at the head of Midoriya's cock, being met with a muffled groan and those large eyes rolling behind his head. Exactly as he wanted. Licking from base to head, Katsuki bathed Midoriya's cock with his tongue.

The sounds were muffled, but oh fuck did they sound amazing. Taking Midoriya's cock into his mouth, Katsuki kept trying as hard as he could look up- seeing his vision right in front of him as he sucked on Midoriya.

Hands in his hair, gently pulling, and he bobbed his head. Humming around Midoriya's shaft, allowing all those sounds to dance around his ears. He found it cute how Midoriya even tried to say his name, but the clothing in his mouth was distorting his voice. Taking more of Midoriya into his mouth, he couldn't hold out anymore. Undoing his own pants, Katsuki found himself stroking his cock because of Midoriya for the second time that day.

"Hah!" Midoriya cried out when he fully had taking him down his throat. His nose was pressed against soft pubic hair and Katsuki held still- taking a deep breath through his nostril. Midoriya…

The vest had fallen where Midoriya couldn't hold out any longer. The hands in his hair pulled a bit harder and he swore there was a slight thrusting in Midoriya's hips. Next time he should tell Midoriya that that is perfectly ok- by this point in his life, he had no gag reflex.

"I'm… hah! I can't!" Midoriya cried, his body going tense and his moans baffled with words.

Katsuki wasn't stopping. He continued to suck Midoriya down, even while he spilled into his mouth. His own hand on his cock pulling even harder as he swallowed everything Midoriya could give him.

When he finally released his mouth from Midoriya's cock, Midoriya slid down the wall, almost collapsing in the floor- but he had not come yet. Leaning back, Katsuki continued to stroke himself- watching how fixed Midoriya's eyes were on him. Pulling his shirt back, he let his body be exposed more- thrusting into his hand.

"Fuck," he moaned, "you turn me on so much."

A gasp and Midoriya just watched him. He wanted Midoriya to touch him. Grabbing for his hand, he pulled Midoriya to him, capturing his lips with his own, leading his hand to his cock.

Holy shit! These were the best worst hand jobs he ever got. Groaning, he felt his orgasm coming and was quickly coming onto his stomach.

They both fell to the floor, Katsuki allowing Midoriya to drape somewhat on him.

"Yanno…" Midoriya said, "There is a bed… right there."

"Ha!" he laughed, "Too bad I lost all the bones in my body."

Midoriya giggled and kissed his cheek. His hand finding his way to his hair, he didn't want to leave, but he knew Midoriya had to work the next day. "Lemme go clean up," he said, rolling over and moving to the bathroom.

He was buttoning his pants when Midoriya came behind him, kissing his neck. He had not buttoned his shirt yet, and hands were on his skin. "That was amazing," Midoriya mumbled, a glow to his skin as Katsuki looked at him in the mirror.

"Yes," he said, turning and kissing Midoriya, "you are amazing."

He couldn't stop kissing him. He didn't know what it was, even the lazy kisses they shared where stirring him up.

"You have to work in the morning," he said.

"I know," Midoriya mumbled.

Taking his hand, Bakugou led Midoriya over to the bed. It had gotten late and he didn't want to just leave . Slipping his vest off, he smiled at how Midoriya was almost like a rag doll so sleepy standing there. Even as he undid his shirt and pulled his pants off, he could see where those large eyes were having a hard time staying open.

"Climb in bed," he said, turning back Midoriya's covers, then helping him settle in. "I'll lock the door on my way out, but you need to sleep."

An arm reaching out for him and he had to chuckle. Staring down, Midoriya looked too damn cute tucked in. Climbing over him, he laid on top of the sheets and just played with his hair and gave him a couple more kisses. "Fine," he said, "once you go to sleep, I'll head home."

"When will I see you again?" Midoriya asked.

"Soon," he said, kissing his forehead, cause like hell he could stay away too long.