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The storefront next to Katsuki’s parlor had finally been purchased. Good fucking thing too; that place had been standing empty for over a year and he’d seriously considering buying it himself just to get rid of the eyesore. Dynamight was the best damn tattoo parlor in town and there was no way he was going to let some run-down, abandoned store front tank his image.
Katsuki couldn’t deny he was intrigued to see who was going to move in next door, and he only hoped it would be something conducive to his own business and not some lame loser that would still somehow bring down his reputation. Over the course of the next few days, he’d seen some people come and go whenever he’d take a smoke break, watching them carry boxes and paints and shelving material. A mousey girl with pink cheeks, a tall dark haired man (who had tried to tell Katsuki off for smoking “too close to the building”. Katsuki had told him to fuck right off), and a guy with a shitty two-toned dye job.
He could hear a fourth voice floating from inside the new shop, but Katsuki ended up being in an appointment whenever that guy would come and go. On the few occasions Katsuki heard a tinkling laugh–that was undoubtedly this mystery man’s–he felt his chest tighten and stomach clench. It was bright and warm and nice . Every time he caught himself straining to hear it again, Katsuki scowled and stomped back inside.
Then the next morning when Katsuki came in to open up shop, he froze at the front door. A sign had finally been put up next door and he started to see red. In big, bubble letters colored red, blue and yellow read Mighty Boy Comics . His neighbor’s front door was propped open and he could hear music coming from within, some crappy pop song that grated on Katsuki’s ears.
What the fuck! Some nerd-ass loser moved in and a shitty comic book shop attract all sorts of nerdy clientele to the plaza and Katsuki was going to lose it all. (Never mind that it was clearly themed after the best superhero comic ever; Katsuki knew most comic book nerds were insufferable. It would drive all of his clients away.)
Before he knew what he was doing, Katsuki stormed through the open door of the comic book shop and snarled out a, “Oi! The fuck do you think you’re doing!”
He wasn’t sure if he’d even been heard over the volume of the music. Katsuki figured it might have been a blessing in disguise since he was treated to an unabashed view of the most beautiful man he’d ever laid eyes on. Bouncy green curls and an ass Katsuki wanted to feast on, thighs he wanted to be crushed by, all accentuated by the jerky, nerdy hops (dancing) he was doing to the beat of the song. He twisted and turned, eyes closed and arms trailing up his torso and into the air, singing along to the blasting music.
Katsuki couldn’t tell you the words; all he could focus on were the golden freckles scattered over the man’s face, cascading down his shoulders and past the sinfully cut crop top to adorn his arms and taut abdominals. Whoever this nerd was, he was built and he was hot and Katsuki was going to bend him over the damn table until that melodious voice was screaming Katsuki’s name.
Katsuki spotted the old-school boombox on a paint-covered chair to the side and went to slam the power button. The music cut off abruptly and the gorgeous twink spun around with a squawk.
“Wh-what! Who! Why!” he stumbled backwards when he spotted Katsuki. His face was flushed and his pink lips open wide in shock. He blinked rapidly, green eyes watery. Katsuki felt his cock twitch in his pants.
That old urge to bully came roaring back with a vengeance. He raised his voice and mimicked him for a second before schooling his face back into a scowl. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Bringing a fucking comic shop next door, hah? Nerds like you don’t get tattoos! You’ll end up running my business into the ground!”
“What? Of course I get tattoos, and besides this isn’t just a comic shop! It’s a game store too!”
“Oh fucking perfect,” Katsuki rolled his eyes hard enough to see the back of his skull. “Even better.”
“What is your problem!” he stamped his foot against the floor like a child. “I don’t even know you!”
“My name ,” Katsuki snarled, stalking up to close in on the nerd’s space, “is Katsuki fucking Bakugou. And I’m the fucking best. ”
Surprisingly, the nerd didn’t flinch when Katsuki got into his face. He stood firm, chin tilted up in challenge.
“Well, Katsuki , if a nerdy little comic store is enough to make you close up shop, then how good can you be?” the man huffed and cocked his hip. The way his name sounded on that tongue sent a buzz down Katsuki’s spine; he wanted to hear all the ways he would say (or scream, or sigh, or sob) his name.
Katsuki pushed onwards, forcing the nerd to keep backing up, lest he get bowled over, until his back was pressed up against the corner of what would at some point become the front counter. It was just a wooden skeleton at this point. He bent backward just enough that Katsuki was looming over him.
“Want to find out, baby?” He said, smirking wildly. Katsuki took great pleasure in the way the nerd’s face flushed a brilliant scarlet. He didn’t miss the way those green eyes flickered down to Katsuki’s lips.
“Wh-Wha–” He stammered, eyes widening to a comical size, blinking so rapidly that Katsuki could practically feel those fluttering lashes on his face from their proximity. He trembled like a little bunny rabbit about to be caught by a wolf.
“Come get a tattoo and then we’ll see who’s the best,” Katsuki said, pulling back just a fraction. His own heart was beating out of control; it felt like his chest was about to explode. Being so close to the nerd was intoxicating—he smelled so sweet and Katsuki just wanted to bite . He stood up fully so he wouldn’t be tempted to unhinge his jaw and swallow him down. “And no fucking All Might tattoos, got it?”
“What’s wrong with All Might?!” he huffed indignantly, following Katsuki out the front door. He pushed the bucket propping the door and closed it before scuttling into Katsuki’s parlor.
“Nothing, I just don’t do nerdy things.” Katsuki smirked over his shoulder at him. Well, he might do one nerdy thing, especially if he has an ass like that. He hopped the counter to boot up their system. “Now c’mere, I need to see your ID to make sure you’re legally allowed to get a tattoo.”
The nerd’s freckled face pinkened. “I literally own the store next door! Of course I’m an adult!”
Katsuki swept his gaze from his head to his toes, perking a disbelieving eyebrow. His crop top had a fading image of some comic logo and his socks had All Might’s actual face on them. “Sure don’t dress like it.”
The nerd narrowed his eyes and frowned (pouted). He passed over his ID anyway.
“The fuck kind of name is Deku? ” Katsuki sniffed, typing Deku Midoriya into the computer.
“It’s Izuku!” Deku flushed even pinker. “Can’t you read, Kacchan? ”
“Oi, I don’t know who the fuck Kacchan is. It’s Katsuki.”
“You sure do act like a Kacchan,” Deku said. “Like my kid cousin, throwing a tantrum when he doesn’t get what he wants.”
“I’ll fucking tattoo Deku into your forehead if you keep that shit up.”
“What, can’t take the heat, Kacchan?” Izuku smirked, and it lit a fire in Katsuki’s chest. So the nerd could play .
“Just you wait and see, baby.” Katsuki stepped out from behind the counter to smirk at Izuku. “I’ll show you heat .”
A few moments later, Katsuki was prepping his materials, sanitizing his gear, making sure everything was up to his standards. Izuku stood nervously at the edge of the room while Katsuki lounged on his stool.
“So,” Katsuki barked after several minutes of tense silence. Izuku squeaked. It was too fucking adorable. “What do you want?”
“Huh?” Izuku said, eyes rounding like a deer in headlights.
“Look, I may have said shit, but I don’t give someone art they don’t want.”
“But you said no All Might.” The pout was back.
“Because I’m not going to spend three hours coloring in his fucking costume,” Katsuki rolled his eyes. “I do still have clients coming in later.”
“Oh!” Izuku shuffled towards the door. “Then I’ll just–”
“Did I say you could leave?” Katsuki narrowed his eyes at Deku. “You wanted to see if I was the best, so I’m going to give you the best. Get the fuck over here.”
“But I didn’t–”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Izuku muttered something that sounded a little too much like “yes, sir” and Katsuki had to quickly adjust himself before the nerd got too close.
Katsuki grabbed Izuku by the hips and spun him around towards the full length mirror on the wall. “Now what do you want and where?”
Izuku swallowed hard, trembling in Katsuki’s grip. “S-Something small. Um. A bunny?”
Katsuki rubbed a thumb along Izuku’s waistband, not fully dipping under but taunting.
“Yeah?” Katsuki locked eyes with him in the mirror. Izuku was zeroed in on Katsuki and his hands. Katsuki pinched his hip. “Right there?”
Izuku wrung his fingers together and bit his lip. Katsuki wanted to be the one who did the biting. After a moment, Izuku nodded shyly.
“Please?”
Katsuki smirked. “Sure thing, baby.” He turned away to gather his needle gun and ink. “Any preference on color?”
Izuku didn’t respond immediately. Katsuki looked back over his shoulder to find Izuku staring at him intently, right into Katsuki’s eyes.
“Red.”
Katsuki actually smiled that time, a curl of possessiveness rising in his chest.
“Come lay here,” Katsuki patted the padded table. “I’m gonna take a look.”
Izuku hurried to clamber up, legs danging over the edge, fidgeting as Katsuki rolled his stool closer. He was at the perfect height to hover just over Izuku’s groin. Izuku was squirming a little too much for Katsuki to do anything, so he spread his palm across Izuku’s toned stomach, just over his waistband. Izuku froze, sucking in a sharp breath.
“Relax,” Katsuki said, low and deep. “I’ll take care of you.”
Izuku eeped a little okay and Katsuki pulled the edge of his waistband down enough to reveal the smooth, freckled skin of his hip. He soothed over the skin with his thumb, relishing in the little shiver it enticed out of Izuku.
“Good boy,” Katsuki purred. He snapped his gloves on. “I’m gonna have to pull this down a little more, okay?”
“Y-Yep.” Izuku said breathlessly.
Katsuki scooted his shorts and boxers down further than he really needed, enough that it revealed Izuku’s happy trail of dark little curls and the slight curve of his groin. Katsuki made sure to leave the waistband right on top of his cock, exposing the slightest sliver of his base. Katsuki salivated.
He ran his hand up Izuku’s groin and back to his hip, sanitizing the skin with gentle swipes. He looked up at Izuku to find the nerd staring at him, sucking on his bottom lip. He was trembling again, nearly shaking the table.
“Just relax, it’ll be over before you know it.”
“K-Kacchan–”
“Shh,” Katsuki soothed. “Do you need a distraction?”
Izuku nodded.
“Breathe in for me,” Katsuki didn’t break eye contact with him, all the while his hand was inching back towards his groin. Izuku obeyed. “And breathe out.”
As he exhaled, Katsuki snuck his hand under his waistband and gripped Izuku’s hardening cock. It was warm and silky, even through Katsuki’s gloves. He stroked a finger along the underside, thumbing at his crown.
Izuku choked on a gasp. Katsuki stroked downward and then Izuku let out a stuttering little moan.
“Don’t hold back now,” Katsuki murmured. “It’s just the two of us. You can moan for me, can’t you angel?”
Izuku whimpered. “Wh– Kacchan–” He wheezed, hardly able to inhale fully. “D-Didn’t know this was that type of place–”
“Only for you, baby,” Katsuki grinned. “Just you.”
Izuku whined when Katsuki continued his ministrations.
“B-But you don’t— haahh—ah don’t know me.”
“But I want to get to know you.” Katsuki said. “Sit still for this and I’ll let you come.”
Izuku nodded, forcing his body to lay still. Katsuki squeezed Izuku’s cock and kept the pressure there.
“You’ll feel a little prick.” Katsuki warned as he flicked his gun on and dipped the needle into the red ink jar—a perfect imitation of the color of his eyes.
“Thought you would have a big one.” Izuku said with a crooked little smile. Katsuki squeezed a little tighter in retaliation.
“Oh, so you’re a brat, huh?” Katsuki couldn’t wait to fuck the brattiness out of him.
Izuku didn’t respond except for a light hiss when Katsuki pressed the gun to his skin. Concentrating on his work now, Katsuki only subconsciously twitched his grip around Izuku’s length. He made sure to draw the little bunny silhouette in such a way that it didn’t cover a single freckle. Katsuki was intent on memorizing all of Izuku’s freckles before long and he wasn’t going to miss a single one.
He was done in no time flat, the linework impeccable and clean. Katsuki made sure to take special care of it when he finished, wiping it clean and wrapping it securely.
“Such a good boy,” Katsuki cooed, looking up to see Izuku’s gaze still focused on him. His eyes were a little hazy, pupils blown.
“So pretty, Kacchan…” he murmured softly.
“Tch,” Katsuki huffed. “Think sitting pretty and a little compliment is going to get you a reward?”
Izuku just blinked at him, memorizing the slope of Katsuki’s features.
“Well, I take care of what’s mine,” Katsuki said, removing his gloves and sliding Izuku’s shorts and boxers down his plush thighs, rolling over to perch between Izuku’s spread legs. He opened so easily for Katsuki. “Especially when they were very good boys.”
“K-Kacchan–” Izuku said, as if in protest, but nothing else came out of his open mouth until Katsuki swallowed him down to the base in one gulp. Then he was moaning like a little slut, crying out Katsuki’s name.
Izuku wasn’t big, but he was girthy. A cute little thing that felt perfectly heavy on his tongue. Katsuki kept his eyes trained on Izuku’s face the entire time he worshiped his cock, lapping along the vein on its underside and suckling his tip. When Izuku jackknifed up to grab Katsuki’s hair, he popped off his dick and pressed him back down with a heavy palm against his chest.
“Don’t wanna irritate your new tattoo, baby. Sit still.” He reprimanded. Izuku slumped back onto the table and groaned.
“Kacchan, please.”
“You don’t have to beg baby,” Katsuki chuckled. “I’d give you anything you want. But I do love to hear it.”
He returned to lave Izuku’s cock with his tongue, swallowing him down until he poked at the back of Katsuki’s throat. He bobbed up and down, giving Izuku what was definitely the best blow job of his life. The nerd whimpered and whined the entire time, trying his best not to thrash and curl off the table in the middle of his pleasure. Katsuki knew he gave good head. He suckled and drooled and swallowed without rest. He had it down to an art .
Izuku keened, tensing under Katsuki’s palms. “K-Kacchan! I’m–I’m gonna!” Then he was bucking up into Katsuki’s mouth, his cock pulsing and twitching.
Katsuki buried his face in Izuku’s pubes and swallowed every last drop the nerd gave him. His cock jumped with every spurt, his body tensing like a line pulled taut. When Izuku was finally wrung dry, lying limp on the table, Katsuki pulled his shorts up and tucked his softening dick away before sliding over to the nerd’s head so he could tip his head to the side and capture Izuku’s lips in a soft kiss.
Izuku’s kissed back sleepily, letting Katsuki in when he prodded with his tongue. When they broke for air, Izuku looked a little more aware of his surroundings and what just happened. He immediately tensed and hurried to sit up.
“Oh my god,” Izuku said, hiding his face in his hands. “I don’t– that’s not me! I can’t believe–”
“Relax,” Katsuki said for the third time, coming over to stand between Izuku’s legs. He pressed his palms to the nerd’s knees and rubbed soothing circles into his skin. He ignored the rock sinking in his gut, the way his chest tightening in an uncomfortable way. “This doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it–”
Izuku thunked his head against Katsuki’s sternum. “I’ve never done something like that before! I usually at least ask a guy out on a date before I let him suck my dick!”
“Is that the only problem here?” Katsuki chuckled, pulling Izuku’s head back with a light grip in his curls.
Izuku looked up at him with his big Bambi eyes and Katsuki melted.
“Fuck, alright then, dinner. You, me. Tonight. I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“Whu–?” Izuku looked up at him like Katsuki had just hung the stars for him. Katsuki just might get on that next, if it meant Izuku would keep looking at him like that.
“I don’t just suck anyone off, baby.” Katsuki said, cupping Izuku’s face. “I’m all in.”
Izuku sniffled and surged up to kiss Katsuki that time, all eagerness and excitement. Katsuki only pulled away when he heard the front door bell chime.
“Alright, go back to your nerdy little comic shop,” Katsuki pressed a final kiss to Izuku’s forehead. “And take care of that tattoo, got it?”
“I know how to take care of a tattoo Kacchan,” Izuku said with a mischievous smile. “You didn’t give me my first one, after all.”
“You gonna tell me where the other one is?” Katsuki growled, nipping Izuku’s cheek.
“Nope,” Izuku hopped off the table and adjusted his shorts so the waistband wasn’t sitting on his fresh ink. “You’ll find them all in time.”
Then he skipped out of Katsuki’s room with a smile and a wink, leaving Katsuki to stare after him in wild need.
“ALL?!” Katsuki shouted and Izuku’s warm giggle floated back to him before he was gone.
Oh, Katsuki was going to devour that nerd.