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The driver always left the limo so cold.
Or maybe the heat Izuku built up running off stage and through venue back doors forced the temperature to be more apparent.
Either way, the cool leather seats pressing into the exposed section of his back heaved a breath from his lungs. Or it was the reprieve of escaping the outside chaos. Izuku doesn’t think he knows the difference.
Camera flashes blurred his vision, and screams rattled in his ears. But icy silence blanketed it all as the door slammed shut, finally allowing a fabricated moment of peace to calm his mind—another sold-out show to tick off a seemingly endless sold-out tour.
Of course, being an idol had its exuberant and luxurious benefits, and it was a career Izuku genuinely enjoyed, don’t get him wrong. One he’d strived to achieve, dreamt of every day as a child, but the exhaustion he suppressed throughout shows, photoshoots, and publicity conferences seemed to hit him in one finishing blow the moment he managed to be alone. The cushiony seat below him gave way as his slumped form molded into it, melting the cold away with his body heat. Neutralizing. The strobbing lights disappeared behind his eyelids as they shut in peace.
“You did great out there.”
Eyelids not even twitching to glance over. Izuku let out a disparaging laugh that couldn’t even really be called a laugh. A little huff of air that lazily floated out of his lungs. Easily.
He said it after every show. A command, in a sense, or perhaps a manual switch to whatever unspoken dynamic stood between them.
See, Izuku’s plate never seemed empty at any given moment. Overflowing, spilling onto the ground to pile onto whatever rot lay below. Far too much for most people to handle. And, unfortunately, Izuku didn’t fall out of that category with his celebrity status.
So, to mediate it, there was this.
There was his head bodyguard.
There was Katsuki.
His overly broad, overly muscular bodyguard with an overly demanding, overly authoritative tone. One that left his mind blank and the ever-pressing pressures of idolhood nonexistent. Katsuki molded Izuku into exactly what he needed him to be with as little as a pat on his lap. A signal, a call for Izuku to crawl to his place between Katsuki’s thighs, waiting for his next will, the next command. And without words, dissipating thoughts rang with the zip of Katsuki’s fly, and his heavy cock shoved deep in his mouth, saliva instantly pooling at the size, not even halfway in and already pressing at the back of his throat. As quickly as his tongue made contact with Katsuki’s thickness, it reached for nothing as thick, sure fingers gripped green strands, ripping him backward. A whine caught in his chest. “Don’t move. Just sit there and look pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
His ‘yes, sir’ slammed back to his vocal cords as Katsuki roughly stuffed his cock back into Izuku’s wet heat. Saliva bubbled around his lips and down into blond hair as his throat spasmed around the impressive girth. Cool, rough fingers rubbed along his throat, reveling in the feel of himself bulging under skin, and Izuku couldn’t stop himself from relaxing under them.
Teary eyes looked up. He could barely make out Katsuki’s shadowed figure through the darkness and the bleariness of his vision, but an instinct took over whenever he was in this position. A previous rule established. Always look up. Look toward him.
Izuku itched to move, fingers anstily twitched behind his back. A reflex to put his hands back there. Muscle memory. An insatiable need took over him to please Katsuki, to hear one syllable of praise thrown in his direction, anything at all. But he knew he wouldn’t get it if he moved. Katsuki didn’t want that. He told him to stay as he was.
Still, the tingling want pricked at his brain, along with the increasing twinkling of blackness in his vision. He wasn’t going to move. He was going to obey. That was all he could do. Katsuki wouldn’t let anything happen to him.
And just as his eyes began to flutter, floating to the back of his head, vision blurring and ceasing, his brain drifting away, Katsuki pulled him back off of him. Hot, breathy gasps and coughs echoed in the closed space, and the darkness rippled from Izuku’s vision. An all-encompassing image of power tucked into a smug smirk.
Rock-hard and shaking, Izuku coagulated into putty in Katsuki’s hands.
Katsuki saw that too.
He always did.
And that was why Izuku released a shuddering, relieved sigh when a thick, leathery boot pressed right onto his crotch, a tantalizingly balanced pleasure-pain that popped him off of Katsuki’s cock and dragged a ragged moan from him. His hips bucked upward on instinct, searching for that delicious friction he needed so bad, but his cut-off moan turned pained groan stopped his movement as Katsuki pressed his foot down harder. He forced his cock back into Izuku’s mouth, pushing deeper than it had before, and a cough dampened around him. “Didn’t I just fuckin’ tell you I wanted you to look pretty with my cock shoved in your mouth? So, keep it there.”
Dewy doe eyes blinked back up in understanding, and the view forced a curse out of Katsuki. “That’s it, baby boy. You know how to be good for me.”
The pressure on Izuku’s dick eased up and quickly became too pleasurable for Izuku to stop from rutting against it. Moans stopped at the head of Katsuki’s cock in his throat, and Izuku felt his mind slowly coming unwound. A desperation filled him when he leaned up to find the blond panting lowly. Not that he tried to hide it. That was just how Katsuki was. How he sounded. Izuku loved seeing Katsuki slowly come undone just like him because, at the end of the day, the blond needed this just as much as Izuku did. And that filled him with an unspoken feeling that shouldn’t be between their unspoken agreement.
Izuku waited for Katsuki to look up from the stretch of his lips to meet his eyes before dipping down to slowly take it all the way to the base. His eyes watered, and it took everything in him not to sputter and cough around him. But he got what he wanted. A low, groan. “Fuuuuck.”
A cry to push Izuku even further, sticking his tongue out to run along every thick vein under velvety skin, slowly dragging up until only the head rested between his plump lips. He laved around it, alternating between soft kitten licks to gentle sucks to fully encasing it in his mouth. Izuku felt cockdrunk the more he licked up and down, Katsuki’s taste, his smell, the weight of his cock, everything added to his fading control. His hips jerked rapidly and desperately at the chasing pleasure. God, his nerves felt on fire, electrifying every fiber of his being.
And with one more thrust of his hips, he came undone, a scream choked as the head of Katsuki’s cock hit the back of his throat. Overstimulation took over white hot pleasure as Katsuki didn’t let up on his boot, seemingly pressing harder. Izuku let out a cry, popping off, letting it rest on his lips instead. “Ka-Kacchan, I– Hngh!”
“Keep going,” Katsuki commanded plainly.
“I-I don’t thin- I c-can’t.” Izuku’s limbs twitched as his hips tried to back away from the increasing pleasure or undeniably try to obey Katsuki’s request. All Izuku heard was a short, ‘hm’ before, in one swift moment, the boot lifted from his weeping cock, and landed on his chest, kicking him to the floor of the limo. Landing with a thud, his eyes barely adjusted before they were forced closed with the intensity of Katsuki’s boot returning to his cock. A scream pierced through the back of the car as Izuku squirmed to get away, and his hands shot to cover his mouth.
“Izuku, you know better than this. When I tell you something, you…?” He trailed off, waiting for Izuku to finish the sentence, but he couldn’t get the words to form around his mouth. The delay only caused Katsuki to press harder. “You what, Izuku baby?”
The words barely came out of him; Izuku couldn’t even hear them, hoping they were coherent enough. The pressure increased. “You. What?”
“Listen!” Izuku yelled wetly.
“What?”
“I listen!” Izuku all but cried at this point, borderline babbling mess on the floor, a puddle of tears and cum-filled pants. “I listen, sir. I listen, and I do.”
Katsuki let out a low, cruel chuckle, rubbing his sole over Izuku’s deflated cock. Big fat tears fell from Izuku’s waterline, sparkling over rows of flushed freckles. He begged Katsuki with his eyes to do something, anything else to him. “Kacc- Sir, I’m… I’m gonna–”
“Go ahead if you can.” And Izuku cried harder, embarrassment covering every inch of his body as a sob ripped from him. The small wetness stained into the front of his pants from where he came earlier grew and grew and grew. “Oh?” Katsuki laughed, almost disbelievingly. “So much that you fuckin’ pissed yourself?”
Hearing it only made Izuku sob harder, his hands pressing to cover his face. Not out of shame from wetting himself, but from the hot, piercing guilt of how much it turned him on. And he knew it turned Katsuki on, the way his eyes stayed locked onto the growing wetness, eyes dilating fully. Izuku barely heard the sound of leather relaxing as Katsuki got up until he straddled Izuku’s chest, collecting his wrists into his hands and pressing them above his head. Izuku felt so exposed in the best way possible, his cock rapidly filling back up, the cooling wetness of the fabric doing little to stop it.
“Fucking Christ, look at you, baby.” Izuku’s humility told him to look away, but that desperate little parasite in his brain that wanted nothing more than to please Katsuki told him to keep his eyes locked on him. “Deku, one of the world’s most profound idols, lay out in front of me, covered in his own piss and cum like a goddamn loser.”
The words should have made him flinch, but he only managed to prove their point, panting and letting out a small, needy whine, wriggling against the locked hold. “If those people out there could have seen how easily you fall apart. How easily you lose your fucking mind when a cock’s in front of you.”
“N-no, just Kacchan’s!”
“Oh, is that so? How do I know you’re not just some cum-guzzling slut for just anyone?” Katsuki asked teasingly, his hungry gaze burning into Izuku’s.
Izuku felt ready to beg for his life to get Katsuki to believe him. “K-kacchan, I only need your cock. It’s the only one I crave and need. Please, b-believe me, please. You're all I thought about tonight on stage. Please, please, please give it to me. P-please, Kacchan. I need your cum so bad.”
As if the cord had broken in Katsuki’s brain, he rattled to get his cock back in his hand, switching Izuku’s wrists to be held in one hand, leaning over to get his cock hovering right above Izuku’s mouth. “Jesus, baby, you know just how to get what you want. You know just how to beg like the needy fucking slut you are.”
Izuku just nodded, his focus locked onto making sure he followed the bobbing of Katsuki’s cock with each furious stroke, his mouth open and tongue lolled. Katsuki fisted his cock, movements going from slow and methodical to frantic and staggered. Filth leaving his lips with each drag of his hand.
“Fucking pathetic.”
“If your fans could see you like this.”
“What would people think of you like this?”
Before long, the words cut off as he stuttered in his own fist, rushing to shove his cock in Izuku’s mouth. Forgetting holding onto Izuku’s hands (not like it mattered, he wasn’t going anywhere), Katsuki hovered above him, planking, as he fucked into Izuku’s mouth.
This moment of uncontrolled searching for pleasure was always Izuku’s favorite. The moment where Katsuki fully let go and just fucked with reckless abandon into him to reach that peak. He reached it in a sudden stutter and a long-held groan deep in his throat, cock lodging deep into his spasming throat. Izuku swallowed around it with practiced greed, making sure not to miss a drop.
The moment lingered in the air, paused as they caught their breath before Katsuki slowly withdrew and pulled away to sit next to Izuku’s limp form. Izuku, the first to break the silence, let out a laugh, light and fluffy.
“I can’t believe you made me…” He trailed off before he could finish his sentence, continuing to giggle at himself, arm thrown over his eyes as he relaxed into the ground.
Katsuki quickly joined in with him, his deeper laugh sounding naturally harmonious with Izuku’s. “I can’t believe you did either, but it was fucking hot.”
Their laughter died down, and a peaceful quiet settled over them.
“That’s just what I needed, Kacchan. Thanks for always taking care of me.” The shuffling of clothes next to him made Izuku peek out from under his forearm, seeing Katsuki scoot closer, reaching to take off his pants. Even without saying anything, the light dusting on Katsuki’s cheeks said it all, and he lifted his hips to take his pants off. Katsuki had already grabbed the more comfortable clothes they kept stored for him in the limo back.
There’s a reason he always left with his stage clothes on.
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