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@insinirate commissioned me for some good ol’ QL #bkdk sugar daddy AU ;)

Izuku’s relationship with Kacchan was, well, it was, unconventional. His friends liked to make fun of him for being a sugar baby, and, that wasn’t a lie, but, it wasn’t like that! At least not in-

-the beginning. R-really! Izuku had just wanted to get laid, and he had a thing for older guys, okay! Their first date had been, not what he anticipated. He had been unaware of Kacchan’s wealth, considering that they met at a humble little diner wearing sharp but casual clothes.

Instead of getting through dinner and rushing to a hotel with the handsome older man, Izuku found himself babbling to the blond for hours about first his school and then interests. His mention of All Might made the blond’s eyes light up, and they began to talk loudly about-

-the comics. They got so rowdy that the waitstaff kicked them out, but Izuku didn’t mind. He still had a lot of fun. He didn’t want to leave, so he and Kacchan went for a walk through the park, found a park bench, and spent hours talking about anything and everything.

It was the most fun Izuku had /ever/ had on a date, and he really, really wanted to see him again. Kacchan, being a gentleman, walked him to his apartment, where Izuku shyly asked for a kiss goodnight, and a promise of a second date.

That had been four-

-months ago, and, wow, what a ride it had been. Izuku had been entirely ignorant of his date’s status of wealth, and in hindsight it should have been obvious. After a few dates, filled with late nights of constant texting and calling, gifts began to appear. Izuku would-

-mention wanting this new exclusive limited edition figurine and, by some miracle, it showed up on his doorstep the next day. Izuku had called Kacchan in his excitement, screeching about how this treasure landed on his doorstep, and how he didn’t know where it could have-

-come from and oh my god it looks so beautiful! Izuku was crying he was so happy! Then, more gifts began to show up, and Izuku had no idea how they got there! Were things just being delivered to the wrong address? No, there was no address on the packages, only his name.

So, where the hell were they coming from!? Well, whatever, he didn’t give it much thought at the time, he was just so happy that he and Kacchan were now dating!

His friends still make fun of him for not figuring it out sooner, and he doesn’t hold it against them. It literally-

-took Izuku seeing his boyfriend on tv being interviewed about what it was like being a multimillionaire and Izuku nearly broke his face tripping over his coffee table in shock.

He called him up afterwards, shouting and squeaking about what the hell was this about!?

“Y... you didn’t know?” Kacchan asked from the other end, shock in his voice.

“No!? How was I supposed to know!?” he shouted frantically into the phone.

“Deku,” he sighed, “who do you think has been getting you those gifts?”

“THAT WAS YOU!?” Izuku screamed, making-

-Kacchan sigh once more.

So, that’s how Izuku found out his boyfriend was a filthy rich CEO who wore /socks/ that cost more than Izuku was worth. Katsuki came over so they could talk, and Izuku never felt so nervous to talk to his boyfriend.

And then the man-

-arrived with a bouquet or roses in one hand, a new All Might poster in the other, and a bag of ingredients hanging off his elbow, and Izuku couldn’t help but laugh. Kacchan’s posture immediately relaxed as Izuku took the gifts from him and invited him inside.

They talked over the delicious meal that Kacchan made them, and Izuku eventually relaxed. He really did feel like an idiot, and his boyfriend laughed at him. He deserved it, honestly, but he was happy all the same.

After that, the number of gifts only increased, only-

-this time, Kacchan was much more obvious about it. He’d get flowers delivered to his workplace, much to his embarrassment, along with handmade lunches. He couldn’t complain, they were all so good, so good that he almost cried.

“Kacchan, you don’t have to-

-get me all these gifts,” he said one night when his boyfriend came over for dinner. The blond merely narrowed his red eyes at him, making Izuku pause.

“Is that a challenge, Deku?” he asked, cocking a brow.

“N-no! I, I just don’t need them!” Izuku said, waving his hands-

-around frantically.

“So you /don’t/ want my gifts?” he asked. “Don’t you like them?”

“I-I do! Really, they’re amazing!” he assured him quickly.

“So why are you complaining?” he asked, cocking a brow at him.

“I just, don’t feel like you need to give me these things!” he-

-explained. “I like you with or without the gifts! Really,” he said with a reassuring smile. Kacchan merely scoffed and turned his head, and Izuku felt like he made a mistake.

He did, because the number of gifts only increased. His friends teased him even worse when-

-they saw all the new gifts around his apartment.

“Kacchan, I’m not gonna have enough room soon!” he complained after a few months of this, nearly every surface of his apartment covered in all the All Might merchandise he could ever hope for, combined with all the flowers-

-that were clumped in every corner of each room.

“Hah? Then move in with me, stupid Deku,” Kacchan scoffed as he flicked his forehead.

“Wah, Kacchan!” he whined. “But, I can’t afford to move!”

“Haaah!?” he drawled, his nose scrunching in annoyance. “Damn nerd, just-

-let me take care of it! You don’t need to worry about any of that shit,” he said, his eyes filled with an intensity that Izuku had never seen, but he kind of liked it.

Eventually, Izuku gave in, and suddenly he was living in a giant penthouse with an amazing view of the city.

Kacchan’s penthouse had been big and felt empty, but after a week or so of Izuku living with him, it felt a lot more homey. Katsuki had a private chef that came around almost every day, but when Izuku mentioned he preferred Kacchan’s home cooking, the chef was around less-

-and less. It was always an adventure coming home, because /something/ was always waiting for him. From a new piece of merch, to a fancy new outfit, to a fresh warm blanket. His favorite was when he’d come home and Kacchan was there, looking handsome and grouchy-

-after a long day at work. Izuku would change into his comfiest clothes and join him on the couch, snuggling as close as he could to his older, grumpy boyfriend. He would rest his head on his chest and take in his scent, relaxing after his own long day at work.

Kacchan would stroke his hair as he types away at his phone, his brows creased in annoyance as he sneered at the screen.

“Kaaacchaaan,” he’d whine, getting in between him and the phone. “Pay attention to me!” he giggled, feeling a little silly about it.

Kacchan’s brows would quirk up before his expression relaxed, the ghost of a smile spreading across his face before he forced an irritated look.

“Hah, needy thing, aren’t you?” he snarked, making Izuku giggle.

“I haven’t seen you all day,” he said as he rested his head-

-in the crook of the blond’s shoulder. “And I want to watch something with you! Put down your phone, please?”

“Geez,” he sighed as he tossed his phone to the other end of the couch and grabbing the remote. “Lemme guess, another fuckin’ All Might movie?”

“Hey! You like them as-

-much as I do!” Izuku laughed, kissing his sharp jawline, which was dotted with blond and slightly white stubble.

“Stop, I needa shave,” Kacchan scoffed, but didn’t bother pushing him away.

“It makes you look sophisticated,” Izuku praised, kissing the slight crows feet-

-at the corner of his eyes. He liked them though, especially when he smiled.

“Makes me look old,” he sighed, which made Izuku pout.

“Well,” he sighed as he gave his boyfriend a squeeze. “I still love you.” The words slipped his mouth without his permission, but he-

-didn’t regret them. They were the truth, after all, but that didn’t make Kacchan’s response, which was choking on his spit, any less nerve wracking.

“Fuck,” he sighed, his head falling to the back of the couch as he threw his arms over his face.

“Y-you don’t have to s-say it-

-back!” Izuku said hurriedly, before Kacchan lifted his head, making the greenette pause. Kacchan’s face was red, and his eyes looked a little wet.

“Stupid nerd,” he said, his voice slightly choked as he pulled Izuku into a hug. “I, you’re not, fuck,” he scoffed, clearly-

-frustrated.

“It’s okay, Kacchan,” Izuku smiled, his face already starting to hurt from how wide it was. “I know.”

“Tch, stupid fucking... brat,” he said, trying to steady his breathing as he ran his fingers through Izuku’s curls.

“Hehe, I know~”

END

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