Good Excuse [NSFW]

Izuku took a deep breath as he raised his hand, mentally preparing himself for the conversation to come. He’d been warned by everyone in the building that it was hopeless, that it was never going to happen, but he’d somehow managed to exhaust his options. All of his friends were equally broke, the bank refused to lend him anything, and his mother was barely making rent as it was – usually Izuku was the one sending her extra money. Not that he minded, of course – she’d done so much for him, after all – but he could hardly turn around and ask for it back.

He was usually good at budgeting; he rarely spent on anything that wasn’t a bare necessity. He used the internet at university to avoid paying for more more than the bare minimum on his phone plan, did all his cooking and cleaning during daylight to avoid keeping the lights on for too long, and ran the shower for the shortest time he possibly could to still get clean. His bills were as low as he could get them, his phone and laptop were old, beat-up models that were incredibly slow but still did their jobs, and he hadn’t bought new clothes in years. But then the inevitable had happened: His internship had clashed with his part time job. While he was lucky enough to get paid for the internship, it had still severely cut into the hours he would normally have been working, and his careful budgeting had gone out the window. Two more internships later he was royally screwed.

Shuddering, he knocked timidly on the apartment door. Part of him hoped there would be no answer, that he could put it off for another day, even though he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. Heavy footsteps thumped toward him, and Izuku held his breath, squaring his shoulders as the door swung open.

It wasn’t until he looked up that he realised he’d never met the manager before. They’d always interacted through text or email, he wasn’t even sure he’d heard the man’s voice.

Before him stood the most handsome man Izuku had ever laid eyes on, tall and blond with the thickest biceps Izuku had ever seen, sticking out from a baggy black tank top that hung sinfully low on his chest. Izuku could have sworn his heart stopped, his voice stuttering and failing when he tried to form words.

“What?” the man asked, and oh, that voice. It was deep and gravelly, sending shocks through Izuku’s entire body, and all he could do was squeak. “I don’t have all day, nerd.”

“A-A-A-H-H-H-Hi!”

“You selling shit? I don’t want it.”

“I-I-I-I-L-L-Live H-H-Here?”

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, and Izuku took a few deep breaths, trying his best to gather his composure. Looking away seemed to help, staring over the man’s shoulder instead of at his ruby-red eyes, and finally he managed to get enough air into his lungs to speak.

“I live upstairs,” he explained, his voice barely more than a whisper. “But I- I- Um, I had some f-financial problems this month. I know you d-don’t give extensions, b-but... I thought... Since I’ve never missed a p-payment before, maybe you could m-make an exception?”

The man’s eyes narrowed, and Izuku felt has face burning bright red, rubbing his hands together nervously.

“I’ll do anything,” Izuku added. “Just- Just a f-few days? I’ll find a way to get the money, I promise!”

“Anything?”

Izuku’s eyes widened, an image flashing through his mind of those big, strong hands wrapped around his waist, that sharp-toothed grin nipping and sucking at his neck.

“Anything,” he confirmed, swallowing hard. “W-Whatever you want.”

His eyes trailed down to the man’s belt, but he jolted when he heard a derisive snort, quickly looking back up to the amused face.

“This isn’t a porn film, nerd,” he smirked.

Izuku was oddly disappointed by the words, desperately trying to get the images out of his head of the tall, strong man pushing him around a bit. His hand would probably fit right around Izuku’s throat, holding him against a wall and pinning his hips down, listening to him whine and squirm but still giving him no relief.

“Let me guess,” he smirked, raising one eyebrow in a way that should not have been so sexy. “You have plenty of money in that apartment of yours, but you thought this would be a good excuse to get in my pants?”

“N-No, S-Sir, I really am broke.”

“So it’s just pure coincidence that you came here all flushed and stuttering, begging me for a few more days to get your rent together, while muttering under your breath about how you want me to, what was it? Pin you down?”

Izuku’s entire face burned bright red, his ears flaming hot, but the man only laughed at him harshly.

“I’m Katsuki,” he offered, stepping aside. “Come in, Deku, we’ll talk about an extension.”

“A-Actually it’s I-Izuku.”

“That’s not what it says on your forms.”

“W-Well actually it is,” Izuku huffed. “B-But fine, it’s... whatever.”

“There’s a good boy.”

“Eep!”

Katsuki laughed, all deep and reverberating, and Izuku could only cover his face with his hands, trying to hide his blush. Katsuki nudged him inside, shutting the door behind them with a heavy click, and Izuku could only stand shivering in the entryway, barely staying on his feet.

“So, tell me what made you fall behind,” Katsuki instructed, turning the jug on to boil for tea. “I’ve never had issues with you before. No complaints, nothing broken, no late payments, so what’s going on this month, hm?”

“I uh, haven’t been working as much,” he explained awkwardly. “I had an internship for school, it was only a week but I couldn’t work my hours at the konbini while I was doing it, and I thought I would be okay from what they paid me, but then I had another one, and then a third one, so I just... Fell behind.”

“What are you studying?”

“W-What?”

“You said you’re in school. What are you studying?”

“O-Oh. Um, e-engineering?”

“The bridge kind or the wires kind?”

“Um, robots, actually,” he laughed sheepishly. “I want to help with assistive technology and that sort of thing. Like, robotic limbs for people who need them, mobility aids, tools for tasks older people or disabled people find difficult, or- I’m so sorry, I’m rambling.”

“Don’t be sorry, first time I’ve heard you talk without stuttering.”

He set two mugs of tea on the coffee table, nodding for Izuku to join him, and shakily Izuku complied. For a minute he just sat, staring at the mug and debating whether he could successfully hold on to it, until Katsuki nudged him again pointedly.

“S-Sorry, I’m just not g-good at asking for things.”

“Relax, you little nerd. You can skip rent this month.”

“W-What?! No! I don’t need-!”

“Oi.”

“S-Sorry! I didn’t mean to yell, I just-!”

“Oi.”

“Sorry!”

Katsuki huffed, slapping Izuku lightly on the back of the head, and Izuku pouted at him sulkily.

“How about we make a little deal?” Katsuki offered, smirking. “For how you can... Repay me.”

“W-What kind of deal?” Izuku squeaked. “Like an in- installment plan?”

“Something like that,” Katsuki chuckled, sliding a little closer on the couch. “You’re going to quit work and focus on your studies.”

“W-What? I can’t, I-”

“You can still do your internships,” Katsuki clarified. “You need those for school, but no more konbini, you hear me?”

“But then I won’t be able to pay rent.”

Katsuki’s lips twitched, and Izuku ducked his head.

“You can’t. Other people are struggling too! I can get by!”

“When you’re a rich and famous engineer, you can help them all you want. Until then, you can study hard, and let me take care of it.”

“This isn’t a deal, this is you giving me something! You could at least let me blow you or something.”

“Gladly.”

“Wait, what?”

“Finish your tea first,” Katsuki grinned, pushing his mug closer. “Take your time and relax, I’m in no rush.”

“Wait, are you really- Can I-?” Izuku picked up his cup, taking a long gulp of the warm, sweet tea. “Just give me-”

“Never thought I’d see such a cute little nerd so eager to choke on my cock.”

Izuku almost spit out his tea, swallowing quickly before he began to cough. He spluttered, and Katsuki reached over, patting him on the back lightly.

“It’s just an offer,” Katsuki assured him. “I’m not trying to force you or some shit.”

“No! N-No, I want to!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Tell me how much you want it.”

Izuku blinked at him, face burning again, but he took his last gulp of tea and set the mug down with a determined nod.

“S-Sir, you’re the- the most attractive man I’ve ever seen,” he admitted. “I want to ch-choke on your cock, I bet it’s so b-big, but I’ll t-try to take it all like a g-good boy. For you.”

“Mmm, I bet you will,” Katsuki grinned, running a hand through green curls and making Izuku shiver. “Come on then, baby, show me how good you can be.”

Izuku moved without thinking, already on his knees before his brain even caught up, his fingers fumbling for Katsuki’s fly. He yanked the trousers down like his life depended on it, slotting himself between Katsuki’s knees, and that big, strong hand came down to rest on the back of his head, gently pulling him closer. He let it move him, let it press his nose between thick thighs, moaning quietly when the hard dick brushed against his cheek.

“You’re gonna be a good boy for me, aren’t you, Deku? Gonna make me feel good?”

“Yes, Sir. Please.”

“Go on.”

Izuku opened his mouth, tongue darting out to lick along the shaft, pulling back slowly until he reached the tip. Katsuki’s hand remained tangled in his hair, but it let him move freely for the time being, wrapping his lips around Katsuki’s head. Katsuki’s breath hitched when Izuku ran his tongue over the opening, and Izuku immediately did it again, eliciting another little noise that would have made him smile if he had the ability.

“Feels good,” he said knowingly, tightening his grip slightly. “Good boy.”

Izuku moaned, sinking a little lower on the cock and trying his best not to gag as it reached the back of his mouth. It was too long, he couldn’t get it all the way down, forced to wrap his hands around the base instead as he stimulated the rest with his mouth. He swallowed hard, fighting back his gag reflex, then began to ease off again, lips tight around the shaft. Slowly he began to set a steady pace in and out, Katsuki’s hand encouraging him to move a little faster, and he couldn’t help the moans and whines that came out of him. Katsuki responded in kind, gasping or moaning quietly every time Izuku made a noise, and it made Izuku a little more vocal, his noises a little louder to encourage Katsuki to join in.

Soon Katsuki was panting, hips twitching as he struggled not to just pound Izuku’s mouth raw, and Izuku looked up into his glazed eyes as he came, swallowing it all down valiantly despite a few short gags that threatened to ruin it.

The moment he finished coming, Katsuki was pulling Izuku off, leaning forward instead to grab him by the arms and pull him into his lap. He shoved Izuku’s jeans down, and Izuku shifted obediently to shed them, Katsuki’s softened cock sitting perfectly between his ass cheeks. Katsuki bucked up against him, whining at the overstimulation, and Izuku could only smile faintly as he ground himself down onto it, his own dick leaking onto Katsuki’s shirt.

Katsuki’s hand wrapped around Izuku’s dick, jerking him roughly, and when he threw his head back in a moan the other hand quickly wrapped around to his back, holding him steady. The hands were slightly rough, calloused from use, completely different from his own overly-soft skin. It felt entirely different from his own masturbation efforts, a whole different pace and texture even without taking the cock rubbing against his ass into account.

Hot breath fanned over his neck, and Izuku tilted his head away, gasping for enough air to speak. Katsuki seemed to get it anyway, before he could find the words to ask, and soon there were soft lips planting little kisses up the curve of his neck, occasionally pausing to bite or suck or lick and draw out more whines and moans, even a short sob that Izuku knew he’d have to deny later when Katsuki tried to tease.

“You gonna cum for me?” Katsuki asked, voice low and right beside his ear. “Come on, my little slut, show me how good I make you feel.”

He bit down harder on Izuku’s neck, squeezing his fist a little tighter as he pumped, and soon Izuku was cumming all over the dark shirt, breath hitching on a little sob as his body went limp, the hand on his back suddenly forced to keep him from falling to the floor in a pile of jelly.

“Hey, I got ya,” Katsuki chuckled, kissing at the bite mark. “It’s okay, baby, you did such a good job.”

Izuku didn’t realise he was crying until he felt Katsuki kissing a tear away, hiccuping as his body attempted to decide between laughing or crying. He fell forward, Katsuki’s hand guiding him in to rest on a strong shoulder, and Katsuki hummed quietly as he stroked along Izuku’s spine.

“Good boy,” he said again, much softer now. “You feel so good, Deku.”

“Mmm... Kacchan...”

“I’ll let that go, for now,” Katsuki snorted. “You wanna stay over? I’ll sleep out here on the couch, if you want. You can have my bed.”

“I live upstairs, Kacchan.”

“I know, but this way I can keep an eye on you, and I can make you breakfast in the morning.”

“Mm... Okay,” Izuku whispered, nuzzling into Katsuki’s neck. “Sweaty.”

“Sorry, you got me hot and bothered.”

“Don’t be, s’hot.”

Katsuki snorted, and Izuku’s smile stretched wider, letting Katsuki pick him up and cart him through to the bedroom. He stripped off the last of their stained clothes and found a big t-shirt for Izuku to sleep in, watching him snuggle in comfortably and take a not-at-all-subtle sniff of the collar.

“We can share,” Izuku offered, patting the mattress weakly. “F’you want?”

“Sure,” Katsuki agreed, sliding in beside him. “You need this much care after a handjob, I can’t imagine what kind of attention you’re gonna need when I pin you to the wall and fuck your brains out.”

“Is that for next month’s rent?” Izuku slurred.

Katsuki slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle the laugh that burst out, but it was too late, Izuku was already smiling so sweetly at him for the laughter that he’d have to be a saint to resist. He pulled the nerd into his grip, hugging him tight, and Izuku wrapped his limbs around Katsuki in return, clinging with every ounce of strength he possessed.

“How about this,” Katsuki offered, smirking as he kissed Izuku’s neck lightly. “You move in with me, so we can fuck all the time, and then you won’t have to pay rent ever.”

“Tempting,” Izuku hummed. “What if you get sick of me?”

“Then I’ll have an excuse to kick out those shitty teenagers downstairs and give you your own apartment again.”

“Win-win.”

“We’ll pack up your stuff in the morning.”

Izuku giggled, but he didn’t try to object, and Katsuki couldn’t help but be a little smug about his victory. He’d been eyeing the nerd’s ass ever since he’d moved in a year and a half ago, trying to come up with an excuse to talk to him that wouldn’t interfere with his professional life. It was about damn time that he finally got to see it up close, and he hadn’t even had to do anything, in the end.

“Hey,” Katsuki said softly, hugging him a little tighter. “You don’t have to, you know. It’s just... An offer. On the table.”

“You’re gonna fuck me on the table?”

“That does sound pretty hot.”

Izuku laughed, curling his fingers against Katsuki’s muscular back and finally letting his eyes fall closed.

“How about we start with dinner?” he suggested, smiling to himself. “We’ll talk about the rest later, after we... Get to know each other. In the more literal sense.”

“That sounds like a good place to start.”