no but imagine being pro-hero dynamight's sugarbaby, it would be wildddddd.
the agreement at first was simple- you were a young, pretty college student, spoiled to hell and back because you had daddy's black card in between your manicured little hands, but now, twenty-something and working part-time at some down-on-it's-wits bakery for cash you no longer have the silver spoon in your mouth because daddy decided you needed a taste of the real life, and dropped you into some dingy dorm room without any real support.
all in all you were spoiled, and not having that influx of cash coming in and you needed that new swarovski crystal-encrusted victoria's secret perfume that cost more than your job paid you so, you did the obvious.
find yourself a sugar daddy.
very cliche i know, but in your defense, it wasn't hard to find men who liked you- it was a matter of whether they had money or not.
which gets you on the topic on how you became a sugar baby!
it was saturday night, the perfect night for clubbing with your girls, and fucking men whose pockets were larger than their dicks. you got all dolled up, slutty mini dress, did you hair, makeup, put on that bra that made your boobs look fucking fantastic-
downtown there was a new club, it looked like the skyscraper you used to live in back home and had a line so far out the door it went a mile in the other direction.
it contained typical drunkards, sluts, social rejects, and you, who never had to wait in line before, thought throwing around your last name meant something, got told to wait your turn by the bouncer at the door which seriously embarrassed you.
of course you didn't wait, or pay the fee to get in which was absolutely outrageous- but what could you expect from a club that a man three times your age invested millions in because he liked seeing naked girls young enough to be his daughter dance around with their asses out.
you had made your way to the VIP line, spotting a relatively shorter line of well-dressed people, mostly men, which excited you and grabbing onto the well built arm of first man you see with a sultry whisper of 'hi daddy' you got to go inside without paying, and skip the long line.
a win was a win but you couldn't be too sure you wouldn't die when you had gotten a good look at the man you chose.
katsuko bakugo, more known as pro hero dynamight. hottest hero in your opinion, spiky blonde hair, trademark scowl, and jacked. he was still in his hero gear, smelling like smoke which meant he just got off work and came right here to let off steam which excited you because you were good at unwinding.
he bought you a drink, fancy, some fruity cocktail that had giggles escaping your throat at the third sip and your body falling into his chest by time the glass was finished. you didn't handle your drinks very well, which is why you were kissing him and slurring out a 'can i suck your cock?'
he dragged you to the bathrooms, you falling onto your knees as he fucked your throat, balls slapping wetly against your chin before he was bending you over the counter and fucking you through three orgasms and fingering your ass for a fourth.
biggest cock you've ever taken, a thick nine inches you could barely take. really it just spiraled out of control from there
you knew it was very bad to get attached, so you tried to keep it at a sex only relationship, but you were lonely, tossed into a world you were unfamiliar with and he was the only warmth filling your day- and your holes.
he'd call you when he wanted something young and soft to warm his cock, and you'd happily agree because he would give you anything you wanted in return. it was always at his place, always, some top-floor apartment in a luxurious building with huge glass windows he loved fucking you against. he was too transactional with it all, never let you get close, he'd fuck you into his mattress, slip a few grand into your hand and kick you out- yeah, made you feel like a whore with no feelings in a way.
which is why, when you knocked on his door on a friday night at six in the evening his response was "the hell you here for?"
you fluttered you lashes and stepped past his hulking figure, eyes trained on the way sweat dripped down his abs, clearly he'd been working out or something.
his eyes darkened, thick arms curling around your tiny waist possessively. the close proximity let you smell the distinct scent of sweat and musk, and it made your mouth water, he was so manly, so delicious. you felt your panties dampened, they were already wet, anticipating seeing him but now they were absolutely ruined-
"do i need a reason!" you chirped, throwing your arms around his neck, expensive acrylics he paid for delving into his hair, scratching at his scalp. "i missed you daddy."
he was so hot and warm beneath you.
he grabbed a handful of your ass and yanked you closer.
d-daddy" you whined, pressing up against him, "need you" he grinned sharply, all fine lines and perfect features.
pouty pink lips press to his chest, pink tongue curling over his pecs, licking up the bead of sweat rolling down. you moaned at the taste of him, and your sticky fingers grasped his buldge.
"please daddy, let me suck your cock"
now why would he turn that offer down?
he had you on your knees, perfect cock sucking lips stretched 'round his cock, spit dripping down your chin messily gathering on top your tips, dampening your skimpy tank top and revealing the cheetah print push-up bra you wore.
you choke on his cock like you've never took it, gagging as he pushes balls deeo and fucks your throat like it's nobodies buisness and laughs when you pull off to gasp for breath- he's mean, so so mean, and he makes sure you feel it
"so fuckin' nasty" he tuts, slapping a heavy palm across your face, liking the way you yelp.
red bloomed in it's stead, like your ass did when they slammed back against his hips as he manhandled you onto your stomach to pound you it was a symphony of noises you were afraid to admit you let out, loud cries, desperate pleas, cunt squelching at each brutal thrust. the plap plap plaps echoing throughout the apartment. you were such a fuckin' whore, begging for more, begging for him cum.
"nngh- a-ah- p-please cum in me- d-daddy- please-"
his sweaty cheat pressed uo against your back, making his cock go deeper insisde you. "you on the pill?" he murmured in your ear.
he laughed, rude and loud, hands grabbing your ass cheeks and spreading you wide, revealing where you were streched tughtly around him.
"no you're not," he murmured, thumb stroking your stretched hole, pressing in slightly when you gasped and jerked away from it. "don't like how it makes you feel, dont lie to me."
"m'sorry daddy." you craned your head back, voice sugary sweet in faux sorry.
you weren't sorry you just wanted to cum.
nasty little thing you were - would say and do anything to get what you wanted, didn't care what it was or how it affected anyone around you.
"i know you want something," pressing to the hilt he shoves his fat leaking cock against your sweet spot, your cries didn't affect him, and he held it there, dropping his body onto yours and enjoying your shrieks and your hot clenching walls as they milked him for all he's worth.
"t-too much -" you choked out. "o-oh god - "
hot and heavy his palm wraps around your mouth the other arm curling around your neck to put you in a nasty headlock, leverage for him to start slamming into you.
"hold still, gonna earn everrrry dime of that check y'gonna get."
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