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One evening, after hours, Endeavor’s office door opens abruptly before being slammed shut with a resounding bang. In front of it is Bakugou Katsuki, his self-declared most talented intern and his son’s classmate. A firecracker that you can’t dislike even if you tried.
Despite his usual demeanor and brash exterior, Endeavor tries to be polite – at least – when dealing with all his hormonal teenage heroes, so he gives Bakugou the benefit of the doubt.
“Bakugou, what a surprise.” Endeavor puts down his pen and takes off his glasses. “I thought I said I would let all three of you off earlier today…”
Bakugou was fuming, but not saying a word. Thousands of things were running through his mind and today was the day when he was about to let them all out.
“Nevermind, I uhm, I am here to help you with whatever you need, so tell me how–”
“Shut up, old man!”
Which Endeavor did, out of shock, but mostly out of interest. This development was definitely not expected. He didn’t admonish the three musketeers for acting up due to personal reasons, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to do it often. The lengths to which those boys would go to piss him off was beyond human comprehension, but he couldn’t stay mad at either of them for too long, especially a particular one.
“What do you even know about my needs?” Bakugou spits the words out venomously.
“Bakugou… I accept no such language in my–”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, big talker you are, Number #1.” Bakugou makes his way further into the office until he is standing right in front of Endeavor’s desk. “Always so demeaning, looking down at everyone around you...”
“What are you even saying, I never—”
“Is that what we all are to you?” Bakugou interrupts in the same fashion, his tone more and more biting. “Some underlings to order around? Some irrelevant insects you send out into the wilderness to be crushed every day?”
“I don’t know where you got this idea—” Endeavor started, but the look on Bakugou’s face made him halt. There was anger, but most of all there was a sadness in his eyes that didn’t make sense. Not to Endeavor at least.
“Is… that what I am to you as well?” The blond’s voice got lower and more serious, eyes never leaving Endeavor’s. It was stripping him bare, Endeavor felt as if he was suddenly in front of the celestial judgment ready to hear his sentence.
“No!” Endeavor’s demeanor got severe. “No, you are not. You are special, Bakugou, and so are Deku and Shouto. That’s why you have been chosen to train with me in the first pl–”
“NO! Fuck that! Fuck them both! Listen…” Bakugou leans over Endeavor’s desk and grabs him by the collar of his shirt. “I know in what way I am special to you. I have eyes, Endeavor…”
There it was. Finally. All those months of exchanging subtle looks and hidden meanings disguised behind innocent words. They must have meant something, right? It couldn’t only be one sided. It couldn’t…
“I’ve seen the way you look at me.”
He closes the small space separating them and slips down onto Endeavor’s lap like it’s his righteous place. Endeavor is at a loss for words, frozen into place as this 5 foot nothing little imp renders him silent.
“You see..I think you are special too, Enji. We are more alike than you think…” He leans in to whisper those hot words against Endeavor’s lips, the hold on his shirt unyielding. “We both like power and we both want to be the strongest. I am just like you and you like that quite a lot, am I right?” He lets out a huffed laugh as he pushes down with all his weight against the number one hero’s crotch – generous enough as it is without him even being hard.
“They all say the same things about us, borderline villains in disguise… violent and destructive. But I think that’s what sets us apart from the rest…”
“Bakugou, please… You are wrong–” He tries untangling himself from the boy, but with no success.
“If I am so wrong then why are you getting hard?” He licks a long stripe along Endeavor’s sweating neck and nuzzles at his ear. “Am I wrong to think… you’d like… to fuck me?” Each pause punctuated by a wet kiss.
“Bakugou! Stop this, please—”
“I want you to fuck me, Enji.” He grinds his hips harder and he’s now met with the unmistakeable shape of a hard cock inside Enji’s pants. Those large, powerful hands aren’t pushing him away anymore but holding him closer. “You can take me however you want, I made sure to stretch myself real good before coming here.” Bakugou smiles a devilish smile.
Oh, that smile, and how Enji would want to wipe it off his face in all the possible ways.
“I’ve seen Shouto, and I bet his daddy’s even bigger .”
That last sentence is what makes Enji’s resolve break. He lifts Bakugou off his lap and turns him around to push him face down against the desk.
“That’s what I am talking about–” Bakugou hastily undoes his pants, carelessly shoving down to his knees.
“Shut up, boy. No one better hear you.” He shoves Bakugou’s head against the pile of papers on his desk as a warning. The blond only grins wider, parting his legs further to give better access.
Never in a thousand lives would have Enji believed his wish could come true. All those late nights spent in his office looking at pictures and touching himself to the thought of having Bakugou all to himself, imagining the sounds he would make, the way he would feel around him, the dirty words that would undoubtedly cascade from his perfectly sinful mouth.
Endeavor spreads Bakugou’s cheeks, exposing his puckered hole that yields easily when he presses his thumb against it. The thought of Bakugou fingering himself open just a couple of hours before and just for him makes Endeavor’s cock twitch against its confines. He spits against Bakugou’s hole enough to coat it generously, circling his thumb against it in awe as it tenses and relaxes under his touch.
“Come on, already! What are you waiting for?” Bakugou moans in disdain at the way the old man toys with him in the worst way, and is rewarded with the hardest slap on the ass he ever received in his whole life. It cuts off his air and renders him speechless.
“You have no place to be complaining right now.” Endeavor shoves two fingers inside Bakugou without much warning. Bakugou’s eyes sting with tears, not from the fingers, but from the echo of pain that still radiates from his ass cheek. “Don’t make too much noise.” Endeavor thrusts the fingers in and out in a leisurely manner, barely testing out the boy’s reactions.
The soft gasps and hums and the way Bakugou’s hips slowly rock against the motion of his fingers is hypnotizing. He’s a good boy after all. Enji never doubted it and now he has the pleasure of experiencing it first hand.
“You’re so good, Bakugou. I knew you were special.” Enji is almost in a trance, meticulously massaging the blond’s insides, adding a third finger and watching the way they are swallowed up by the greedy hole.
Bakugou’s mind is numb, eyes closed, biting down onto a finger to keep his moans low and drool from spilling out. The soft motion is almost lulling him and the stretch is so good. Enji’s fingers are so thick and long, but just under the limit of discomfort so Bakugou takes all the sensations in, basking in the build up of pleasure.
When Enji decides to unzip his pants he’s already so hard he feels lightheaded. He lets out a soft grunt as his hand makes contact with his cock for the first time that night and sinks himself into Bakugou’s perfectly pink hole with a long, stretched out moan. It’s beyond anything he could have imagined.
Bakugou lets out a yelp, but Enji is quick to shove two fingers inside his mouth to gag him. “Shhh, I said stay silent.” He caresses Bakugou’s hip gently as he pulls out halfway. The touch is so careful and calculated before it becomes harder and the tip of Enji’s fingers dig deeply into his flesh.
From there it all becomes a blur. Endeavor fucks into him with an abandon and Bakugou is moaning and crying, grasping at the desk for anything to hold onto. Tears are streaming down his face, drool pooling in his gagged mouth, his cock uselessly hanging under the desk.
Enji’s cock feels perfect. None of his toys compare to it and no extent of his imagination could have fathomed it anywhere close to reality. The shape, the thickness, the way it fits inside of him so perfectly. The onslaught of sensations, the heavy balls slapping against him, the huge searing hand holding him down by the hip and the fingers in his mouth pressing down onto his tongue, forcing his jaw open.
He knew only Enji could satisfy him, he knew only a beast of a man like him could fulfill all his wildest desires and even more. And he knows that only he could satisfy Enji. No woman or man understands him as well as he does and could take him as well as his body can.
“Bakugou… you don’t know how much I thought about you like this…” Enji released the gag on Bakugou’s mouth only to grip onto his other hip to steady him before picking up the pace.
With every thrust, the blond would let out choked moans and soft cries, teeth breaking skin from biting onto his hand to stifle the sounds. The desk was creaking and the paperwork was either scattered or crumpled from Bakugou’s constant struggle to keep steady under the merciless fucking.
Bakugou cums three times untouched, each orgasm hitting him as intensely as the first one. By the time Enji finished Bakugou was putty in his hands, his legs barely holding him up against the desk. He lets out a whimper when Enji pulls out his softening cock, the rim of his hole sensitive and tender to the lightest touch.
“Fuck, old man, I think you just gave me the dicking down of a lifetime.” Bakugou rolled over onto his back, finally laying down onto the desk to alleviate the numbness in his arms and with a quirk of his brow smiled a smile that was nothing less than sinister. “Wanna go again?”