Blue Dandelions

Of Sugar Daddies and Lingerie | Anonymous

Summary:

Izuku models lingerie for his sugar daddy.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Izuku blushes as he fixes the clasp of the pretty bra. It's a delicate black lace and perfectly matches the panties, stockings and garter he has on. But it's also revealing. Extremely revealing. The bra is sheer enough that his nipples peak through and the cut of the panties has parts of his bare pussy showing. At the back, the fabric narrows into nothing more than a string that travels between his ass cheeks to form a silken bow sitting high at the curve of his ass. Its slutty. He can't deny he looks sexy as fuck though.

He's at Kacchan's apartment. His daddy had been so proud of him when he had learned that Izuku had passed all his semester exams with flying colours, that the man had taken it upon himself to spoil him. And spoil him he had. They'd had a lovely dinner at some fancy restaurant Izuku can't even pronounce the name of and then he'd taken Izuku shopping.

Which is how he finds himself at the older man's luxury penthouse now, modelling all the pretty gifts his daddy had gotten him today.

Sexy lingerie. Something that makes Izuku feel pretty and precious wearing it, and also something that daddy can have a little fun with as well.

Izuku does a half-turn, smoothing his hands down his body and enjoying the silky feel of his stocking clad legs. Looking at the mirror from this angle makes his ass look fat and perky. Thick cheeks hanging out and topped with a pretty bow at the top.

Looking like the gift it is, he gigles. Unlike the previous lingerie he paraded around in before this, this one makes Izuku feel a certain type of way.

Sexy, dangerous, powerful.

Not saying that the previous pastels and bold pieces were bad. Absolutely nothing Kacchan picks out could ever be bad. His daddy has immaculate taste after all. As expected from a fashion mogul.

But there's just something about black lingerie that has him feeling himself a little extra. The tall heeled louboutins only add to the effect, making his legs look longer and adding to the sultry silhouette.

This is the last of Daddy's presents so maybe they could have some fun now. Izuku smiles in anticipation.

He struts out from behind the dressing screen, putting a little extra sway into his hips as the man waiting outside sits up in attention.

"Fuck," comes the distracted mumble.

"Hi, daddy. I think this one's my favourite."

It seems like it's Kacchan's favourite too if the slowly growing bulge in those sinfully tight dress pants are anything to go by.

Red eyes rake down Izuku's body and daddy widens his legs, manspreading almost obnoxiously where he's sitting on the stately settee. Izuku feels himself get wet at the sight. His panties are going to get soaked and they haven't even started yet.

"You look fucking gorgeous, babyboy."

Izuku gets closer, holding a few poses for daddy's viewing pleasure. Hips cocked, back arched and head tilted, he tries to channel his inner supermodel. He wants to please daddy. Wants to look pretty and sexy and fuckable.

"Yeah, just like that, baby." Daddy seems to be thinking along the same lines as Izuku because he wastes no time in pulling his cock out and languidly stroking his shaft then and there, shamless and without taking his eyes off his lingerie clad body. Izuku's mouth waters at the sight of his daddy's cock, already hard and dripping pre cum. He wants that in him. In his mouth, in his pussy, in his ass. He wants– he needs that stiff dick in him now.