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“Order up!”
“Heard!”
Day in and day out, the same thing, heard over and over again, but Izuku didn’t mind it. At the end of the day, even through the hectic rush of orders and customers complaining about this or that, he found enough fulfillment in serving people food. As insufficient of a reward as it may be, a job was a job. At least for him, it was. He made decent enough money, had great calves from walking miles within the small building, and gained a great work family.
People could yell at him until the sun set about whatever upset them this go around, and it wouldn’t get Izuku down because he knew the next table could be better. So, he kept a smile on his face, trotted back and forth from the service window to their tables, and kept up with what he needed.
That was it. There wasn’t anything that could get in his way or make him falter or get under his skin about this place.
“Oi, dumbass! Ya’ gonna pick up this order or not?” Izuku stopped in his tracks at the sound of that authoritative, domineering voice.
Bakugou Katsuki.
He stood slumped, figure sticking halfway through the window, extending the plate Izuku left behind. His wheat-colored spikes poked through the front of his backward baseball cap and flattened against the top of the heating lamp in the opening. Izuku couldn’t stop the slow swallow as he looked at the muscular arm reaching out underneath pushed-up sleeves, veins contouring against flexing muscles as he gave the plate a slight bob to get Izuku’s attention.
“You gonna make me stand here like a jackass until my arm gives out, Deku, or are you gonna take the damn plate?”
“O-oh! I’m sorry! Yeah, um-” Izuku fumbled. The plates he had already been holding knocked together loudly as he scurried back over to grab it and balance it atop the others.
Katsuki was the only one who seemed to make Izuku stumble around at his job. The loudest mother of three screaming at him over missing sauces couldn’t do it. The guy who came in every Tuesday and Friday and flirted with him uncomfortably couldn’t do it. Eight back-to-back ten-tops couldn’t do it. But for some reason, that man always made Izuku stumble, fumble, stutter, and trip over every last bit of himself that he could muster.
Izuku will be shallow and say it. The man was hot.
Undeniably so, and Izuku was undoubtedly sure the blond knew it.
As much as he’d love to be a saint about it, that man had entered every crack and crevice of Izuku’s wettest dreams, and he couldn’t stop himself from rehashing last night’s fantasy every time he saw him. And that’s the reason he kept falling apart and couldn’t seem to function on a basic human level when he was around.
Of course, Izuku wanted to get it over with. Just go up to his face, ask him out or over to his place or whatever would lead to the end goal of Katsuki on top of him, but when all his courage flies up from his stomach and gets stuck in his throat, that would make everything impossible. His fellow waiters and waitresses know what he thought about and how he thought about Katsuki and even on some drunken night, much to Izuku’s wish to forget, he’d explained what he would want Katsuki to do to him.
How could he not? The way he could yell out in such a certain, demanding voice. How could Izuku not imagine him yelling at him to get down on his knees for him? The way he’d catch him arm wrestling some of the other kitchen staff in their downtime. How could Izuku not imagine him putting the greenette in a chokehold? The way the blond towered over him. How could Izuku not imagine how-
“ There’s just never a just reason for me to go up to him. He’s busy before, after, and during every shift, and he just immediately guns it after work. ” He complained to his work best friends, Ochako and Denki.
“ Well, you have to make an excuse to go up to him, Izu! ” Ochako had tried to reassure, but Izuku gave her a weak, defeated look before throwing his head back with a groan and covering his face with his hands.
“When I tried that, I got yelled at to get, and I quote, ‘the fuck out of my goddamn kitchen.’ I don’t think my ego could handle another hit like that.” Izuku let out a sigh before he looked up, feeling Ochako’s hand on his arm.
“ Oof, yeah, that was kind of brutal. But! When we gave the advice, we didn’t think you’d go right after we started closing. Everyone knows that’s, like, serious shutdown, no-talk, no-joke time for the kitchen. ” Denki responded matter-of-factly.
“ He is right, Izuku. ” To which, Izuku couldn’t stop himself from letting out an exasperated sigh.
“ How am I supposed to win?! Or am I just doomed to be stuck like this forever? ”
“ Hey! There’s the holiday work party this weekend! You know the boss lets us have all the booze we want as long as we don’t drive ourselves home. Either you could get some liquid courage in you or by some miracle Katsuki could get some in him and loosen him up. He’s given you so many signs that your thick head can’t even see, dude. ” Izuku peeked out from under the safety of his arm, peering over at Denki, who finally seemed to get through to the greenette. “ Just trust us. ”
And he did, so that’s where Izuku was now. At work, after hours, with all of his coworkers, with a pint glass he’d brought out to countless tables and washed hundreds of times before. He’d been there for about twenty minutes, nursing his beer for about fifteen. He laughed with his coworkers, but his eyes kept straying to the backdoor. Every person who walked through made his heart rate speed up and then shrivel back down with disappointment. It seemed like most of the wait staff had shown up first, but after peeking his head out a couple of times, he saw that a lot of the kitchen staff was braving the cold and hanging out in their usual smoking spot.
But each person who came in and out wasn’t the one he was looking for and after about forty minutes, Izuku was starting to lose hope. The party seemed in full swing with people chasing back shots with plastic cups of soda, and laughter echoed against the walls. At least, he thought it was. That was until a redhead busted through the back door, causing people to turn and yell out to him.
Kirishima Eijirou. An all-around amazing guy and a fantastic worker. He was the reason Izuku came back after a devastating first shift, convincing him with an assured speech about sticking things out and doing things for himself. His overall positive and cheery disposition made it hard not to like him and want to be more like him. But selfishly, Izuku was more focused on who always followed, or rather, who was always dragged behind the redhead. And as self-fulfilling as a prophecy could get, there he was in the flesh.
As Izuku finally tossed the last bit of his drink back, the tall glass of an image that was Katsuki santered right behind Kirishima and past Izuku. Dark jean jacket, littered with band patch-ons and holes from years of wear, tight white shirt, straight-legged jeans, and strong, black combat boots. Green eyes watched as the last trail of smoke left his mouth and strong hands tucked his black box of cigarettes away. And, god, did Izuku need another drink.
Which wasn’t hard to find and wasn’t hard to get down, and by the time Izuku was glancing back over to the blond, he was downing his fourth drink. Even though his teeth were starting to go numb and he could feel the alcohol floating around in his brain, his nerves still ate him alive. But even so, with a little push from Denki, literally, Izuku was making his way over to the booth Katsuki was sitting at. After watching Kirishima step away to the restroom, the electric blond said this was the perfect time to attack.
Izuku felt lightheaded with every inch he crept closer to Katsuki. Suddenly, the man was as untouchable and miles away as he had been all along. As his heart pounded in his chest, he knew this was all he had craved for months and months now, and he didn’t want to stop his feet from moving him up to the blond.
“H-hey,” He didn’t realize what had happened for a second or how he had gotten over to him so fast. His mind worked on autopilot mode and got him from point A to point B, but how was he supposed to keep his body going to point C on his own?
Katsuki looked up from his phone to see who it was before locking it and tucking it away. He slouched back as if to take in Izuku fully. “Izuku.”
Hearing his normal name and not Deku was a surprise, but outside of that, even more so, was Katsuki’s overall relaxed demeanor. It was like day and night compared to what the greenette was used to seeing. Izuku hadn’t really realized that outside of work he might not be the hard-willed, fussy asshole he was during their normal shifts. Izuku’s hands clammed up and his throat swelled as butterflies started to escape from their cage in his stomach.
“I-I,” he tried to stammer out.
Katsuki cocked a sleek eyebrow up, leaning a bit closer to hear Izuku better. “Hah?”
“... fuck- um-”
To which Katsuki leaned closer into Izuku’s space until the green-head’s lips were mere inches away from his ear. Just to seal Izuku’s coffin, Katsuki lightly tapped to his ear. So Izuku took the bait and leaned in until his lips were all but pressed to Katsuki.
“I want to go home.”
And while Izuku had wanted to say something more like, ‘Let me take you home.’ or at the very least ‘I want to go home with you .’ He hoped the message still got across.
It did not.
Katsuki leaned back away from him, eyebrows crinkled. “Are you sick or something? Did your ride dip and desert you?” Yeah, Izuku was sick to his stomach now that he flubbed this yet again. He could at least take solace in the fact that Katsuki wasn’t screaming in his face like the last time. But his luck seemed to work out, and he was given a second chance. “I was about to head out anyway so I could give you a ride if you need it.”
Izuku kept his mouth shut, not wanting to mess this up any further, and shook his head. After a round of goodbyes, they headed out the door into the biting cold winter air. Katsuki immediately lit up a cigarette, and it was a smell Izuku always looked for during his shifts. It seemed different than all the others, and he would tell himself he could sniff it out between the others.
Orange lights flashed from Katsuki’s car as he unlocked it, and Izuku fell into the passenger seat. The car was spacious overall, but the moment Katsuki’s door closed, the greenette had never been in a tighter place. His heart beat against his chest as the blond cranked the car on and cracked his window to let his smoke out. The engine roared to life, and a blast of cold air smacked Izuku in the face.
“Sorry, my car takes a second to heat up, so we’ll be here for a bit.” He mumbled with the cigarette bit between his teeth before he took a long drag. Izuku couldn’t stop his eyes from glazing over as he watched like it was the first time he’d seen it. Katsuki caught him and pulled his pack out a peek to offer him one, to which Izuku shook his head.
“I don’t smoke. I just like the smell of yours.” The words rolled off his tongue before he could stop himself, but he didn’t seem to care. The alcohol started to finally catch up to him, and his inhibitions got quieter and quieter.
“Huh, is that so? Never heard of anyone just liking the smell of these damn things but to each their own, I guess.” Katsuki commented as he took a deep inhale before pointing the billowing smoke towards the window. Izuku looked down at his hands, letting out an almost unheard ‘mhm,’ as he began to fumble around with his fingers, loosely trying to put together how to get Katsuki to at least consider stepping inside his apartment. Or at the very least how to even direct the conversation in that direction. He kept glancing back over at the blond, who was now playing around on his phone between each drag.
Izuku wasn’t sure how he made the decision, but he closed his eyes, took his leap off the cliff, and inched his hand over to Katsuki’s lap. First resting on his seat, holding his weight up, then messing with a key chain hanging off the gear shifter in the middle, then resting on the blond’s lap. Which, of course, led to Katsuki giving his full attention, phone hanging a little more loosely in his hand as his eyes were shadowed by his scrunched eyebrows. Izuku looked up with doe-like, emerald eyes, trying to convey his message to Katsuki in any way he could.
But Katsuki still stared at him with confused eyes. Or more so, he seemed to be waiting for Izuku to make his next move, unsure of what he’d do next.
Izuku swallowed thickly and took the initiative, letting his hand lightly dance up Katsuki’s thigh before he landed on his crotch, finally getting more of a reaction out of the blond. A short, deep groan left Katsuki’s throat, which drove the alcohol within Izuku to push him more. Confidence welled in him as he leaned closer, their breaths ghosting each other as Izuku whispered lowly, “Just tell me to stop if it’s weird, and I will.”
Katsuki’s only response was the widening of his legs and pushing himself further back into his seat.
Izuku didn’t expect to kiss tonight if he got anything at all, so he happily trailed himself down to unbuckle Katsuki’s belt and do his best to stay calm and take his time to unzip his jeans. Katsuk lifted himself so they could slide his pants down ever so slightly to give them both some breathing room to work with and with the zipper’s biting metal out of the way, Izuku could rub his hand over Katsuki.
“Hah,” Katsuki let out a short huff of a laugh. “Is this what you were planning on doing from the start?”
Izuku’s eyes remained on how his hand slowly stroked Katsuki’s growing cock through his boxers as he responded. “Truthfully, I wanted to get you in my apartment if I could, but you don’t understand how much I’ve thought about this since our very first shift together.”
“Oh, yeah?” the blond goaded. “Got a thing for being belittled or something?”
Izuku just bit his lip as he continued moving his hand up and down Katsuki’s length, tightening and loosening, paying attention to each little twitch of unspoken approval.
“Or something,” he responded.
A hand made its way to his hair, brushing it back and tugging just enough to get him to gasp and look up at him. Katsuki looked so good, almost god-like as the light from a street lamp formed a halo around his head. His maroon eyes cut through him, and that look was what always made Izuku shake the most as he came alone in his bed. That arrogant, overpowering, better-than-thou stare that ate at his very being.
He couldn’t help how hard his own dick already was just from stroking Katsuki, but being forced to look up just made it weep in need, immediately soaking into his underwear. Katsuki’s mouth was a straight line, looking almost displeased or borderline disinterested. He grabbed the edge of his boxers, watching as Izuku’s eyes followed them go down, down, down until finally, he sprang out.
Izuku wanted to drool. Enough length to be able to use two hands, enough thickness that his fingers wouldn’t touch wrapped around. And then there was pressure on the back of his head as Katsuki pressed down to guide him. The head glistened slightly in the low lighting as precome built up, and Izuku opened his mouth. His tongue darted out to give small licks to the tip, tasting the slight saltiness that spread across his tongue before sucking the entire head into his mouth.
He moved his tongue as he had around his own fingers in his imagination, working circles around the circumference and moving his head shallowly back and forth. He couldn’t stop the groan of finally getting something he’d been yearning for for so long. God, just having Katsuki in his mouth felt so fucking good, and his hips couldn’t stop themselves from shallowly fucking against his pants and thighs, searching for some kind of friction.
A noise finally left Katsuki’s throat in the form of a groan before fingers nestled tighter into his hair, pushing him down a little more. Izuku happily took more of the blond’s cock in his mouth, lapping up greedily with each inch given to him. Katsuki tasted even better than he could have imagined, and his thickness laid heavily on his tongue.
With each little thrust Katsuki gave, his cock slid deeper and deeper into his mouth before the tip began pressing against the back of his throat. He still had so much more to take by the time he was beginning to gag slightly, and Katsuki knew that. His rhythm picked up a little bit as well as his moans, taking over the limited space in the car. But Izuku needed more, and so, unprompted, he fought against the hand pulling him back up and pushed himself further down on Katsuki’s cock. He willed his throat to relax as his gag reflex warned him to stop, but Katsuki’s cock worked its way past the tight opening of his throat. And with it, Katsuki let out a guttural groan, throwing his head back at the tightness.
“Fuck,” he let out breathily. “Just fucking like that.”
And as if Katsuki’s inhibitions had been taken away with that one simple action, he began to fuck up into his throat without care, and Izuku took it all happily. Even as he gagged and sputtered at each thrust into his throat, even as he held back throwing up with each punch, even as his eyes watered as the air was slowly taken from him, he didn’t want it to fucking end. Letting his throat get used like this was the best gift he could have been given.
He was on cloud nine listening to the animalistic noises of what was happening, and good god, he felt so close to the edge.
“Goddamn it, Izuku, your fucking throat feels so good. Who knew how good of a little cocksucker you’d be?” Katsuki jeered at him, tightening his grip in his hair more to hold his head steady as he relentlessly fucked up into his skull. “Bet you’ve been gagging for this for so long, haven’t you?”
As if he could even respond. Izuku could only let out a gurgling plea of a moan as his eyes began to roll back into his head. Spots of black ate at the edge of his vision as Katsuki’s thrusts became more desperate and sporadic. The tightening coil in the pit of his stomach kept winding more and more, ready to snap at any second. Every slight bit of friction pushed him closer to his edge. He felt so deprived like he didn’t just cum last night to the thought of Katsuki potentially fucking him tonight.
“Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum. Think you can take it down your slutty fucking throat?” the blond huffed above him.
Izuku hoped Katsuki understood what he meant as his going-limp form fell closer to the base of his cock. Katsuki took the hint, and his hips began to stutter as he reached his edge little by little before tumbling over it. His cock twitched in Izuku’s tightening throat, pumping out strands and strands of white. Izuku couldn’t even swallow around it, just having to let the liquid pool down his throat and into his stomach. As his eyes began to close, Katsuki finally pulled his head back, and his aching lungs pulled in gulps of air involuntarily. And from the ecstasy of finally getting to breathe and finally feeling Katsuki’s cum down his throat, Izuku couldn’t stop his cord from finally snapping.
He tucked his head into Katsuki’s lap and let out a pathetic little moan as his hips stuttered forward, wetness pilling at his underwear and quickly making a wet spot into his jeans.
“Fucking christ,” Katsuki let out as he looked down at Izuku. Izuku couldn’t bring himself to look up, embarrassment finally washing over him as sobriety took over his orgasm. He wanted to start spiraling into a rabbit hole of ‘whys’ and ‘what the hells,’ but before he could, Katsuki spoke again. “So… is your place closer than mine?”
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