~Assorted BxB Oneshots~

Number One~

TODOBAKU SMUT (Top Todo, Bottom Baku)

CW // tit fuck, some slight d/s themes, lots of praise, foot fetishism if you squint, impact play, a little cum eating, lots of ass eating, saliva as lube, gettin' dicked by your boss, allusions to an illegal relationship

REQUESTED BY - fuqtdbk
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Katsuki Bakugo

Another day, another stupid fucking call to respond to. The media make it out like being a hero is the best job ever, but it's really fucking not. The amount of cats I've saved from trees would be enough to start my own fucking cattery, though I never got to keep any of the cute little fuckers who'd wasted my time by getting stuck like losers! Hero work is just glorified police work, without the corruption of being controlled by the government. It seems like years ago I'd dreamed of actually saving people, but here I am, number one lackey to the number one hero.

Shoto, the unoriginal fucker, was a pretty cool boss, considering he was the country's busiest man. He never seemed to lose his temper, a talent I envied for..many reasons. He always had this kind of composure about him, which is probably why he's so popular as number one. He runs a massive agency right in the centre of Tokyo, one that I'm second in command of. A few too many fuck-ups along the way had relegated me to being a sidekick, and once the number one hero had sent me an offer, it was hard to say no. And that's how I ended up here, rescuing Mr fucking Tiddles from a tree. It wasn't what I signed up for, not anything near it, and I'd quite frankly had enough. As soon as I got back to the agency, I was going to demand to talk to him.

This isn't the life I want! I didn't spend three fucking years at UA to be a lackey! I wanted to be where he was, and had the quirk that proved I deserve it! All because of one stupid fucking mistake, my dream got shattered. And it wasn't even that serious! It certainly didn't warrant what had happened to me, but...yeah, whatever, this is life. It sucks. I'm used to it.

As I'm just about to get back in my car having safely returned the latest idiotic fur ball to it's owner, I heard a piercing scream rip out through the air. I immediately slammed the door to the car and ran off towards it, seeing a woman getting attacked by a guy with a weird quirk I'd never seen before. He seemed to have a retractable claw that came out of his hand, and he'd stolen her purse with it. I leapt into action, not a second thought going through my mind. All I could think was "go on, stop him! Prove that you should be a proper hero!"

I blasted explosions behind me and flew through the air, very quickly catching up to the guy with the claw-hand. It had morphed back into his own hand by now, and I saw the frightened look on his face when he saw that I was above him. I landed feet first on his back, pressing him down to the ground and restraining him properly. He wailed out apologies and whatnot, and I snatched the purse off him and held it out behind me, feeling the distraught woman grab it.

"T-Thank you! Thank you...um...are you a new hero? I don't know you...?"

Those words drove home everything I hated about my job. I wanted to be the one on the stage getting all the credit, not stuck here as a nobody stopping purses getting stolen. It's depressing how close dreams and nightmares actually are to each other.

The drive back to the agency after that wasn't difficult, and as soon as I got there, I heard from a colleague that Shoto was looking for me. Confused, and a little bit annoyed, I headed towards the doors at the end of the room where his office lay, knocking curtly before going in.

"...Katsuki, what the hell did you do?"

"Umm...I retrieved a purse from a thief?

"You retrieved a purse from a thief...why did you do that?"