Fan

It starts gradually – Bakugou normally isn’t one to notice the extras that hang out around him, preferring to keep interactions with fans to the bare minimum of PR team mandated meet & greets and the occasional rescue.

It’s only because he keeps seeing the familiar gakuran and green hair that he takes notice at all. Ground Zero has a tiny little stalker, coming to any and all fights before and after school hours. Sometimes Bakugou sees him running to see the action right at the end from the corner of his eye, but more often than not the boy is in the crowd, eyes alight in excitement and anticipation as Ground Zero explodes another villain at the scene. The kid also stays out of his way, never tries to crowd around him when the job is done, never runs up for an autograph even though Bakugou can see the notebook held securely against his chest even from the distance. It’s oddly charming.

Bakugou wants to know more though. It’s not hard to find which school the kid goes to either – there’s only so many in Musutafu and there’s only one that uses the childish gakuran – his alma mater Orudera.

The school is still a dump when Bakugou visits incognito. And far too quick to release student information to a (fake) smile and a lie about following up on a student who was caught up in a villain attack earlier that week. Bakugou pages through the student files until he finds his kid – green hair and eyes staring towards the camera, none of the light he’s started associating with him. Bakugou takes note of his address and contact information, frowning over his name. “….what the hell kind of name is Midoriya Deku?”

Several days pass before Bakugou has the perfect chance to meet his little fan. It’s only midday and Bakugou finishes up tagging a villain when he sees the familiar mop of green hair, this time not paired with a lowkey nostalgic uniform. Bakugou leaves Red Riot to talk with the police, and heads out, taking back streets and avoiding fans to tail Deku.

He catches up to him and clears his throat, startling the boy so badly he jumps. Then his look of surprise turns into the starstruck look of awe Bakugou was used to. “Yo.”

“G-Ground Zero sir!” The boy stutters.

Bakugou gives him a ruthless smile. “I’ve seen you hanging around my fights recently, you a fan?”

The boy nods frantically,  “Y-yessir! You’re my favorite heroe, ever since your first sports festival when you declared you would be #1 and the way you defeated Saucezer last week was s-“

One gloved hand covered Deku’s mouth to stop muttering – that was something the school file didn’t mention – with a chuckle. “Wow, i’m surprised a kid like you remembers my first Sports Fest.”

“Of course I do! You were so amazing!” Deku exclaims, moving back a bit.

“You normally have a notebook too right? Take any notes?”

This got Bakugou a blush and the younger boy covered his face. “Y-yessir. It’s not much but I like writing about heroes, I won’t be able to get into a heroics program but I was thinking maybe I can go into-“

“Show me,” Bakugou demands. The teen gulps but quickly pulls his notebook out, and shyly hands it to the pro. He skims it quickly, brow rising in interest. This was… really good. From a middle schooler especially. “Not bad nerd, what’s your name?”

“M-Midoriya Izuku sir!”

“Midoriya then. How about you come by my offices soon and show me more. This is the kind of stuff that can get a kid an internship.”

Deku eats it up, takes the key card Bakugou hands him with a promise that the boy will be able to visit the next evening. 

That gives him enough time to set up for the little nerd. 

The next night, Bakugou chases his employees out, making sure when Deku arrives, it’s just him and the pro. The young man puts snacks out in his office and lube in his back pocket, ready for anything.

Deku arrives, just on time, sporting nicer shorts and a Ground Zero tee, a similarly themed backpack strapped to him. “G-good evening Mr Ground Zero! Thank you inviting me.”

Bakugou gives what might be a soft smile. “Come on up nerd, we can talk in my office.” Bakugou herds Deku towards the elevators, a hot hand laid at the small of the boys back.

The ride up is quiet, the teen fidgeting and looking up at the pro from time to time. Then the doors open and Bakugou leads him to his office which takes up half of the top floor.

They start an in depth conversation about the various heroes and villains Deku has seen, their gear, everything, as Bakugou inches closer & closer until he places a hand against Deku’s knee, causing the boy to yelp. Bakugou is so far into the nerd’s personal space, practically leaning over his head to view the notes. Damn he’s so tiny, Bakugou could sit him in his lap and just envelope him, lust flowing through him. His hand moves higher, rucking up the shirt.

“M-Mr Ground Zero?”

Bakugou chuckles. “You’ve been hoping for this haven’t you Deku?” He comes closer, actually pulling the kid up into his lap, enjoying the whimpers from the boy. “Hoping that someone will take you like this?”

Deku shakes his head, trying to move away, but Bakugou stops him, grabbing him around his tiny wrists and pulling him flush against his body, both wrists in one hand. Deku tries to thrash but Bakugou subdues violent villains for a living. A tiny, quirkless teen who keeps looking at him with terrified eyes? Easy enough to use capture tape to lock the boy’s hands together, tie him up, arms bound together from wrist to elbow. He turns the kid lightly so he falls back first onto the couch; Deku tries to kick but Bakugou is able to grab his legs easy, squeezing just a bit at that dainty ankle, showing off how easy the man could crush it or blow it up. Deku is already crying and whimpering not sure how it went from talking about heroes with his idol to the same man ripping off his shoes and pulling down his shorts. But he stills, let’s the pro move his body as the man wants.

Bakugou tuts seeing the myriad of bruises painting the boys skin, obvious signs that he’s a bit of a bully magnet. It just makes Bakugou want to mark Deku up more, erase anyone else’s handywork from the sunfreckled skin. So he does. His larger hands press against Deku’s thighs and he allows his hands to cackle with energy, just a little to ignite his sweat to make sparklers but even that little bit of pain has Deku sobbing and squirming, wanting to get away but too afraid of the consequences to get anywhere. Bakugou smirks even as he stops and places kisses agauinst the skin his quirk abused, feeling the boy’s legs twitch around him. “You’re being such a good boy for me Deku, although I can’t believe fans now – I would have never stalked my favorite hero in hopes of getting fucked by them but eh, kids these days.”

Izuku can’t stop crying, he feels Mr Ground Zero pulling at his clothes, leaving him open and exposed so the hero can sit between his legs and he doesn’t know why. Maybe he was hit by a quirk before he got there? A quirk that makes him say strange things and touch him in weird places and tie up students?

“Whatcha muttering about nerd?” Ground Zero asks. Izuku bites his lips and looks away, even though he can hardly see the hero through his tears. There’s hands at the waistband of his briefs, he can feel them slightly damp against his skin, and then there’s the Pop! Pop! of the man’s quirk going off and just a little bit of heat, and now those are being torn off of him.

Ground Zero whistles. “Cute and tiny, just like you,” he mutters as his hand covers Izuku’s cock. He whimpers, wants to get away, forget this whole thing happened and stick to his admiration from afar.

“You wanted this didn’t you Deku?” Ground Zero whispers in his ear, having moved so that his body was flushed up against Izuku’s. He can feel fingers playing at his butt and he tenses, wanting to get away but he’s trapped by the pro above him. “Been begging to have my pro dick fucking ruin your pussy.” The fingers go inside, the stretch painful and uncomfortable and making more tears come. Izuku can feel Ground Zero inside his butt, knuckles brushing against something that makes pleasure light up his senses, making his cock harden despite his fear.

The blond purrs in delight, “See?” He continues pressing his fingers inside, brushing against that same area over and over again and making Izuku start to sob in pleasure rather than fright. “If only you could see yourself Deku, grinding down against my fingers, you’re such a slut for me.”

I’m not, Izuku thinks to himself, wanting to get away, but he’s pinned down with Ground Zero’s body over his and his fingers up his butt. But then the fingers are pulled out and the man moves off of him a bit to sit up; Izuku almost sobs in relief until he hears a jar opening and the sound of skin on skin. He hears Ground Zero’s satisfied groan as he pulls Izuku by his legs, letting his butt align with the pro’s crotch, could feel his hot length against him. “No, no please! Stop!”

Ground Zero chuckles, “Now why would I want to stop?” He asks, lining himself up. Izuku can feel the head of the man’s cock against his hole, like some sort of perverted kiss. Izuku sobs, tries to thrash and get away and Ground Zero just leans further, trapping his limbs against his body even as he tried to ease himself in. The pro hisses, “fuck you’re tight Deku, feel so good.”

All Izuku can feel is pain, even as Ground Zero shushes his cries, kisses and licks at the trail of tears on his face. The hero goes slowly, but even the slow glide of his cock feels like its tearing something inside and Izuku can’t take it. He tries to buck away but all that gets him is the hero sinking further in with a moan of satisfaction. “Want me in you that had huh?” Izuku can feel fingers tickling at his hole, smearing something against it even as Ground Zero pulls out and then thrusts back in, trying to work his length further. “You’re bleeding and yet trying to get me in you more?”

The pro hero keeps fucking him, changing up his angle between thrusts, trying to figure out what makes Izuku scream the loudest. Then Ground Zero’s cock slides against his prostate, and Izuku moans, pleasure exploding throughout his body; despite his agony, he can feel himself getting harder, little cock flushing and bobbing against his stomach. Ground Zero continues to grind into him, a smirk at his lips. “That’s it Deku, you love taking me inside, love feeling me take you apart.” He pushes more, folding Izuku in half, nobly knees near his ears as the hero fucks into him, making Izuku moan.

“Your body was fucking made for this kid, all you are is a brain to analyze shit for me, a mouth to sing my praises, and a hole to get fucking filled. Every. Fucking. Moment. That’s all a quirkless nerd like you is good for, even if I got to rewrite your body.”

As much as Izuku wants to deny it, there is a part of him that is still happy, getting fucked like this, the warmth and attention of another body, bringing pleasure in ways he has never known before. Maybe he did ask for this? Maybe this is really all he’s good for? Maybe-

The little gasps and moans and muttering are cut off when Ground Zero leans over, stretching Izuku wide and kissing him. Just like his fighting style, the hero is aggressive and forward, dominating the kiss easily as Izuku let’s it happens, goes with the kiss and hardly winces when sharp teeth bites his lips, the copper taste of blood flooding his mouth along with the man’s saliva.

It’s probably a good thing, the kiss muffled Izuku’s yell as Ground Zero fucks against his prostate one more time and comes inside. It’s a heady rush and Izuku comes as well with only a couple of pumps of Ground Zero’s hand on his cock, his cum smearing against both of their shirts. Ground Zero huffs once, moves a bit away so their mouths barely press and Izuku can feel the smile on the man’s lips as their breaths mingle. “Good job Deku” makes Izuku whimper in pleasure, flushed.

They stay together for a few moments, Izuku’s mind bereft of any thoughts other than how sated he was feeling before GZ shifts, pulling himself out of Izuku’s body. The both gasp, Izuku’s closer to a whimper as he starts feeling something dribble out of his hole. He feels gentle fingers begin to scoop up the mess, only to shove the mix of cum back in him. Izuku’s breath hitches at Ground Zero’s actions, not sure if he wants to get away or move closer to the pro. The man takes the choice away as he moves away, grabbing something from the table next to the couch.

Snip!

The capture tape used to bind his arms are cut apart and the pro takes one of his hands in and smooths out the marks left on Izuku’s skins. “You did so good, maybe next time I won’t have to tie you up yeah?”

“N-next time?”

“Yeah, we’re gonna make you an intern here, get you in our management & intel team. Your brain’s too good to let rot in some shit tier high school and your ass belongs on my cock any time it can be. Of course I’m gonna make you work for me.”

Izuku isn’t sure if this is what he wants, but something in him makes him say okay anyways.