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“Yo, Bakubro! You should totally come out with us tonight,” Kirishima shouted through the phone once Katsuki finally picked up. He’d been ignoring the calls for the last hour or so, trying to complete some paperwork before he went on patrol for the night. He wasn’t scheduled until later, and unfortunately for him, Kirishima knew his entire schedule.
If he was able to finish the paperwork, and be done with patrol with no major injuries or accidents, technically he’d be done by around 11 pm— the perfect time to hit up a club or bar according to his group of friends. Their idea of appropriate fun depending on the hour of the day was pretty questionable, and Katsuki usually wanted nothing to do with it.
“Why the fuck would I do that?” Katsuki grumbled out, holding his phone between his shoulder and his ear as he continued writing. He was currently working on a report about a case he worked on recently, a missing cat. The paperwork was extensive and incessant, never ending and irritating at every step. It was times like these that he questioned why he wanted to become a pro in the first place. He was number four for fucks sake, he shouldn’t have to do paperwork! Especially not for something as trivial and quick as a kids cat getting its fat ass lost in a dumpster.
Katsuki heard Kirishima sigh dramatically over the phone, and then an ever more dramatic groan. “You never go out with us dude! It’s been like a year,” he explained, a pout audible in his tone. “You don’t go out with us and then you constantly complain about being stressed. It’s almost like you can do something about that stress… like hanging out with your best friend, doesn’t that sound fun?” He added, trying to sound as convincing as possible.
“Oh please, hanging out with you people adds to my stress. Especially if you guys’ll be drinking. I’m always forced to take care of you lightweight fucks,” Katsuki retorted, choosing to take a break in his writing to give his full attention to rejecting Kirishima’s proposal. He ran a hand through his hair as he leaned back in his seat, checking the clock. He should be heading out soon.
“Ok ok,” Kirishima tried to reason quickly, almost pleading. “How about I be the designated, uh, caretaker tonight. You can get as shitfaced as you want and I’ll be in charge. That way you won’t have to play Mama Bakugo!” He offered with a smile so big Katsuki could hear it through the phone.
Katsuki paused, rolling the idea over in his head instead of immediately saying no like he usually would. It had been a while since he could truly let go, and if Kirishima was offering…
“Deal,” Katsuki caved, rolling his eyes at the almost immediate squeal on the other side of the phone. It sounded like Mina, meaning he was definitely on speaker phone.
“Let’s go!” Kirishima shouted, most definitely pumping his fist even though Katsuki couldn’t see it. “You won’t regret this bro. I’m gonna be the best caretaker/designated driver you’ve ever seen. Shit, we might even get you laid tonight,” Kirishima laughed, which made Mina giggle along with him.
Katsuki glared into the phone, gripping it tight as he took a deep breath. “Me hooking up with someone is not a part of your job, you redheaded shit, leave my dick out of this,” Katsuki lowered his voice, standing up to put away the paperwork he failed to finish. Leave it to Kirishima to distract him like this.
“By the end of the night I hope you’re not leaving your dick out of anyth—“
“I’m hanging up,” Katsuki stated before ending the call, pinching the bridge of his nose as he started his patrol. He had a good feeling he was going to regret saying yes, but a part of him wanted to simply not care. His therapist even said he should be going out more, so it wasn’t a total waste of his time. He’d spend time with his friends, relax, and if he so happened to find someone who caught his eye, then so be it.
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Katsuki glanced down at his phone as he made his way to the bar, checking that this was the correct address. He had walked here from his agency, barely having time to shower and change. Since he wasn’t exactly planning to go out tonight, all he had on was a black t-shirt, jacket, and grey sweatpants. In all honesty, he looked like a bum, but that was a good thing on nights like this.
Another reason Katsuki didn’t go out often was because of the high chance he would be recognized. Even though he was working on his media presence, he still had difficulty interacting with fans without being his usual disgruntled self. He found it harder and harder to fake a smile, or to let a stranger invade his personal space without permission, but he was working on it. As was the life of a pro. It’s the price he had to pay to be number one, which was about the only motivation he had these days.
He managed to make it inside of the bar without being recognized, not explicitly, at least. He slipped the bouncer a few extra bucks to allow him to skip the line, and made his way to the back of the bar where Kirishima told him they were. He saw pink and red hair sticking up past the top of the booth, meaning he got the right place. He took a breath before walking up, mentally preparing for the night he was promised.
“Holy shit, he actually showed up,” Sero noticed him first, scooting over for him to slide into the booth with him. Katsuki grunted in greeting, sitting down and leaning back in the seat immediately. He was already feeling tired, and now he had both his friends and the loud atmosphere of the bar to thank for his developing headache.
“What’s up, gramps,” Jirou greeted, giggling against Kaminari across from him. They were whispering with each other, laughing at god knows what. It didn’t look like they’d had anything to drink, since the table was mainly empty save for the fruity looking drink Mina had in front of her.
Katsuki glared at the two, crossing his arms across his chest. “Are you two high right now?” He asked suspiciously, subconsciously worrying for the two despite Kirishima’s promise to take over.
Kaminari gasped, clutching Jirou close to his body frantically before putting a finger up to his mouth, shushing him even though he was the one being loud. “Don’t let them hear you, man,” he hissed, ducking down low.
Kirishima nudged Katsuki with his foot from under the table, shaking his head softly with a chuckle. “Don’t worry about them tonight. I’m on watch duty, remember?” He smiled proudly, pointing a thumb at himself. He then glanced at Kaminari and Jirou, putting his arm around Mina who was to his left. “Also yeah, they had an edible or something,” he stated plainly, as if that was the most normal thing the two could have done.
Katsuki just scoffed, trying to force himself to relax slightly. Kirishima was right, they weren’t his problem tonight. He could relax, maybe dance, and maybe meet someone. He needed a drink before he could do any of that though. Before he could get up, Sero nudged him, trying to get out of the booth.
“I’m gonna get us some drinks. A round of shots on me,” he grinned, climbing over Katsuki to leave the seat before he could even react. He wanted to be mad, given the contact and the unnecessary nature of the movement, but he’d never turn down free drinks. Katsuki just shrugged as Sero walked away, pulling out his phone to wait for him to come back.
After a minute or so, Kirishima nudged Katsuki’s foot under the table again. “How was work today? I saw your big save on the TV. Totally badass,” Kirishima grinned, sitting up to speak to Katsuki directly.
“It was fine,” Katsuki shrugged, putting his phone away to actually engage in the conversation. “The save wasn’t that big of a deal, I could’ve done more,” he added, looking down at the table as he recalled his latest fight. It wasn’t huge, and there weren’t any civilian injuries, thankfully. There was a lot of property damage as Katsuki attempted to stop a guy with a liquid based quirk. He was able to turn anything he touched into something resembling putty, which meant a lot of damage to the surrounding area. Two roads destroyed and one half of an abandoned building gone just to rob a bank. And now Katsuki would have to deal with the paperwork because of the villain’s recklessness. Fucking perfect.
Before he could start ranting about it, Sero was back with a tray full of shots. He set them down on the table as Katsuki got up, allowing him to squeeze back into the booth before he sat down again. Sero started to pass the drinks around, shaking his head to himself. “There’s this really hot bartender working tonight,” Sero smirked, rubbing his hands together jokingly. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before. Green hair, freckles.. he’s a fucking catch,” Sero stated, nudging Kaminari so they could all take the shots.
“Freckles, ohh,” Mina smiled, looking at Katsuki with a knowing look. She raised a brow at him, tapping at the side of her drink and humming to herself. “I think someone should definitely talk to him,” Mina emphasized, still staring at Katsuki.
Katsuki stared back at her, a glare on his face. Why was she looking at him? Sure, the person Sero just described sounded interesting, but why would he talk to him? He just came here to drink with his friends. That’s it.
Sero snorted out a laugh, placing a shot in front of Katsuki before grabbing his own. “I think I’d need more liquid courage to actually talk to him,” he added, looking around as everyone also grabbed their glasses. Katsuki rolled his eyes at Sero’s stupidity, downing his shot quickly with a hiss.
“I’m not talking about you, dumbo. Katsuki should talk to him,” Mina explained, wiping her mouth after her shot. She turned to Kirishima, looking at him for support. “Right, babe? Tonight’s all about the destressing of pro hero Dynamight,” she giggled, earning an eager nod from Kirishima.
Katsuki was about to respond when Sero spoke up again, leaning his body against Katsuki with a whine. “But I saw him first..” he pouted, falling against Kaminari when Katsuki pushed him.
“I don’t give a fuck who talks to him, it won’t be me. I’m here to get drunk and hopefully forget all the shit I’ve seen today. I don’t need sex to do that,” Katsuki concluded, throwing some money on the table. “Go buy a bottle, tape face. I’m about to out drink all of you,” he said with a competitive smirk, relishing in the way the group groaned at the competition. The only one who gave him an encouraging thumbs up was Kirishima.
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And that’s how Katsuki ended up on the dance floor, standing as he watched his friends move their bodies. The music was loud, and everything was hot. Bodies of strangers were too close, yet so far away. His head was pounding, but not pounding enough. He didn’t remember much about how he got here, but he could definitely feel that he’d had a lot to drink.
He looked to his right, laughing as he saw Kaminari attempt and fail to dance with some random girl. Sero was attempting to learn how to twerk, huddled close to Mina as she took up a considerable amount of room in the designated dancing space. A part of him wanted to join, be carefree like Kirishima encouraged, but he simply hadn’t had enough to drink. He groaned when someone shoved into him, about to bark out a response when he felt two firm hands on his shoulders.
“Dude! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Kirishima shouted over the music, making Katsuki look at him. Katsuki just stared at him, laughing to himself for some reason. “This girl has been watching you all night,” he added, grabbing Katsuki’s face and turning him towards a girl standing on the outskirts of the large hoard of people. She was pretty, Katsuki had to admit. She had long pastel blue hair, a black dress, and pale skin. Her makeup was subtle, not overbearing, and it complimented her face. Everything about her screamed attractive, and she knew it.
When they made eye contact, she smiled at him, starting to make her way over to the pair. “Did you talk to her? I told you I wasn’t looking to do anything tonight…” Katsuki asked, suddenly feeling self conscious. He was not dressed well in the slightest, his face was hot because of the alcohol, and he was definitely sweating as his metabolism worked overtime due to his quirk. He ran a hand through his hair nervously as she finally got to them, giving him an even brighter smile now.
“I’ll leave you to it,” Kirishima grinned, walking away from Katsuki to most likely join Mina in whatever she was doing.
Katsuki groaned as he walked away, giving him a pleading look with his eyes before sighing, looking down at the unknown girl. She was above average in height, only about 3 inches below him despite him being 6 feet tall. Katsuki swallowed before extending his hand, trying to put on a smile.
“Katsuki,” he said simply, looking over her quickly.
“I’m Nami,” she smiled, taking his hand and shaking it softly before pulling him closer. She took the hand she was holding and placed it on her hip, turning around in Katsuki’s hold before pulling him closer again. “You’re really cute,” she shouted over the music, resting her head on Katsuki’s shoulder as she leaned back.
Cute? Katsuki chuckled, letting his hands rest on her hips as she started to dance back onto him. Most people didn’t call him cute as a pickup line, not a lot of girls, at least. “You’re not too bad yourself,” he said, groaning as her ass started to touch his groin. His hips instinctively moved to meet hers, their bodies soon moving to the music as one.
Katsuki could feel himself getting more aroused, his drunken mind and body betraying him despite him insisting that he wouldn’t be a complete slut tonight. He really wasn’t planning to do anything like this when he came, but if it was happening now, why stop it? She felt good against him, she was warm and soft yet firm in all the right places. She knew what she was doing, so why would Katsuki complain?
It wasn’t until she turned around with her phone that he stopped, looking at her with curiosity as she moved in closer, going to his ear. “I’ve heard a lot of rumors, but I wanted to confirm for myself,” she said with a mischievous giggle, running her hand down Katsuki’s firm chest.
Katsuki took a shaky breath before pulling away, his eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Confirm..?” He trailed off, glancing to her phone that was now facing him. She had her camera on, filming the two of them.
“Confirm that pro hero Dynamight is as good in bed as he is at fighting the bad guys,” she winked, going to kiss Katsuki while still holding the camera.
What the fuck?
Katsuki moved away slower than he hoped, separating their bodies. She still managed to kiss him, meaning she got that on video. Katsuki scoffed and laughed to himself, shaking his head. “You’re just another groupie, of fucking course,” he sighed. He ran a hand through his hair before bumping her shoulder to walk in the opposite direction. “Delete whatever film you got of me before I have to make my legal team do it for you,” he threatened before walking away, not bothering to look back at her or his friends.
He stumbled out of the hot crowd of people, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. His clothes felt too tight on him, he was hot, and everything was too fucking loud. Inside, the feeling he was feeling the most was disappointment. He knew that he was somewhat recognizable outside of his hero costume, and he knew that he had a lot of fans. He wasn’t exactly expecting for those same fans to seek him out in a bar, but life was full of surprises. As he made his way to the bar, the only thing he could think about was the idea that she was only interested in him because he was Dynamight, and nothing else. Which was… disheartening, to say the least.
“Um, are you ok?” He heard a soft voice ask in front of him. Oh, he had made it to the bar. He grunted and sat down in one of the raised chairs, laying his head on the cool counter without even looking up. He then heard a soft giggle, before he felt a cool glass of water touch his hand. “I think you’ve had too much to drink,” the voice added. Katsuki looked up to argue, but no one was there. Weird..
Katsuki just gripped the glass of water, bringing it to his lips slowly. He then sighed as he took a sip, chugging the cup in record time. He drank it so fast some of it even fell past his lips, soaking his chin and the front of his shirt. He didn’t realize just how thirsty he was until he got that cup of water. He looked around at the bartenders working behind the counter, trying to pinpoint who had given him the water.
There was a girl and two guys working. Was it the girl? No.. the voice definitely belonged to a guy despite its delicate nature. As Katsuki moved to observe the two guys, his eyes landed on the green haired one, and his eyes went wide in surprise. Oh. This was who Sero was talking about earlier.
Sero said he was hot, a ‘fucking catch’, but those words didn’t even begin to describe who Katsuki was looking at. Not only did he have green curly hair, but his eyes were green too. They were fucking huge, like two emeralds. As if his eyes weren’t attractive enough, he had a full face of freckles to compliment them. His skin was tan, but his freckles stuck out nonetheless. Somehow, they were perfectly symmetrical, falling on his soft looking cheeks like they were placed deliberately by God himself. Whoever this guy was, he was breathtaking.
But what caught Katsuki up the most was the way he looked at him. When they made eye contact, he immediately smiled at the blonde, looking at him with so much care Katsuki felt exposed. He felt naked under the gaze of his big eyes, and he didn’t know how to handle it. How was it possible to look at a stranger and have them look back at you like you’re all they’ve ever known? Because that’s how Katsuki felt— suddenly, the music wasn’t as loud, he didn’t feel as hot as before, his head wasn’t throbbing like it was before, but his heart was hammering in his chest. Katsuki was just barely able to register that the man was walking over before he was in front of him, giving him that piercing stare.
“You’re up!” He smiled, taking the finished glass and filling it up again. “I was worried you were gonna fall asleep at the counter,” he laughed playfully, pushing another glass in front of him.
Katsuki grabbed the glass, still staring at the freckled man in front of him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of him for some reason, not even to drink. Katsuki took a shaky breath before pushing the glass of water to the side, leaning closer and placing his arms on the counter. “Do you know who I am?” He asked softly, watching the green haired man closely.
That made him pause, eyebrows knitting together in confusion before titling his head, observing the blonde in front of him. After a minute of thinking, he shook his head with a nervous laugh. “Am… am I supposed to know you?” He asked, scratching at the back of his neck with a worried look on his face now.
Katsuki chuckled and shook his head, tapping his finger on the counter softly. “Nah, you shouldn’t know me. I’d really like if you did, though,” he winked, leaning back and grabbing the glass of water again.
That made the man laugh softly as he grabbed a towel, starting to wipe down the counter in front of him and Katsuki. “Well, I’m Izuku. It’s nice to um, not…know you,” he answered, looking up at Katsuki for a second before he went back to cleaning. “What’s your name?” He asked, a genuine look of curiosity on his face.
“Izuku…I like that name,” Katsuki grinned, watching as Izuku cleaned the counters. “I’m Katsuki,” he added, extending his hand. He cringed at the fact that he had just done this moments before, the ending still leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.
Izuku paused his wiping to look down at Katsuki’s hand, somewhat surprised that he was extending it to him. He grabbed it hesitantly before shaking, giving him another bright smile. “Katsuki is a nice name too,” he responded, taking a shaky breath as he pulled his hand away. His hands were big, and so warm… plus, this guy was really really attractive, and asking for his name like some gentleman. Ochako wasn’t gonna believe him when she talked about their encounter later!
“Mhm,” Katsuki hummed, finishing off half of his water before looking at Izuku again. He rested his hand on his chin before smirking, looking over Izuku slowly. “You should get used to saying it, because later I’m gonna make you scream it,” he winked, smirking at the way Izuku’s face instantly turned red.
“Oh—“ Izuku gasped, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment. He shook his head and laughed a bit, waving one hand in front of him. “You- you can’t say stuff like that,” he whispered, unable to look at the blonde. That was.. definitely a way to get his attention. Izuku wasn’t approached very often while he was working at the bar, most men interested in his female coworkers and women interested in any man but him. On the off chance he was talked to, it was always some lame excuse to get a free drink, never anything too serious. But this… Katsuki was making him blush at the very idea of what ‘screaming his name’ entailed.
“Why? Because you’ll get all embarrassed?” Katsuki chuckled, tapping his finger on the counter again. “It’s kinda cute, seeing you all flustered like this, Izuku,” he basically purred his name out. That made the other man twitch, and Katsuki could see it.
Izuku squeaked before uncovering his face, pushing the water closer to Katsuki again. “You’re only saying that because you’re drunk,” he laughed softly, shaking his head in disbelief. That made the most sense, because why else would a man like Katsuki be talking to him in such a way?
“I am drunk, yeah,” Katsuki chuckled out, running a hand down his face before sighing. He looked at Izuku, chewing at his bottom lip softly. He was drunk, but he was in control of everything he was saying. The alcohol only removed his hesitation. “Doesn’t mean I’m not serious,” he added, trying to meet Izuku’s eyes. “You’re fucking beautiful, Izuku,” he said firmly, “and I wouldn’t mind making you feel so fucking good you start seeing stars.”
That made Izuku freeze, eyes blown wide in shock as his face somehow managed to get even hotter. He took a shaky breath before putting on a smile, grabbing his towel and gripping it tightly. “Will..Will you excuse me— for a second,” he laughed nervously, walking over to his female coworker. He cleared his throat and grabbed her shoulders, turning her around and silently screaming. “Ochako, Ochako, Ochako, Ochako, oh my god ohmygodohmygodohmygodohymgod,” he started muttering, face still red with pupils blown wide.
Ochako looked at him in confusion, looking around before gripping Izuku’s shoulders tightly, making him let go of her. “Holy shit, what? What??” She asked worriedly, grabbing his face to examine him further. He seemed really freaked out. “Whats wrong?” She asked again.
“Wrong? Nothing's wrong! It’s just— this guy.. this really really hot guy and I were just talking and like, ohmygod he said something about getting me to scream his name, and his name is Katsuki which is also like a really hot name, like it fits him perfectly you know? And he said he wanted to— to make me feel so good I see stars, which is insane. Nobody’s ever said that before, not to me at least and definitely not to my face. And god, I know I shouldn’t but I’m one thousand percent attracted to him because he looks like a Greek god or something and I need you to talk me out of it right fucking now,” he ranted, taking a deep breath as he finished, leaning against her shoulder now.
Ochako was silent for a minute as she processed what he said, laughing at the story before pulling Izuku away, looking at him before looking in front of the counter. “Umm, I’ll have to see him before I can make any life altering decisions. Who was it?” She asked curiously, scanning the crowd for whatever supposed Greek god was before them.
Izuku frowned and pointed to where Katsuki was sitting at the bar, noticing that his eyes were glued to him despite his absence. That made his stomach twist with butterflies as they made eye contact again. He chose to turn around for the sake of his sanity, letting Ochako process what he’d said to give her input.
She gasped loudly, covering her mouth with a shocked expression. She gaped, trying to form a sentence before grabbing Izuku’s face again. “Izuku—“ she shook her head, staring at Katsuki behind him. “Holy shit.. that’s— that’s Dynamight! Like, the pro hero!” She whispered to him, still holding his face.
Izuku looked at her confused, shaking his head in disbelief. “No way. Why would a pro hero be flirting with me?” He laughed softly and pulled away, glancing back at Katsuki quickly before it clicked. He froze in shock, staring at Ochako before covering his mouth. He screamed into his hand before jumping a bit, gripping Ochako’s shoulder again. “Ohmygod you’re right.. that’s.. that’s him. How did I miss that?!” He basically squealed, feeling the butterflies return to his stomach.
With this newfound information, Katsuki flirting with Izuku made absolutely zero sense now. Was he doing it for free drinks? It’s not like he couldn’t afford it, he was a pro. Maybe it was just a prank, but he didn’t see Katsuki come in with anyone and that seemed like a really immature and fucked up answer. The only other reasoning would be that Katsuki was actually attracted to him, but that also made no sense. Katsuki could have anyone in the world, so why would he choose some quirkless bartender?
“Ok ok” Ochako squealed a bit with him, but took a deep breath, making Izuku breathe with her. “While normally I would be very against this. Like extremely against it, it’s freaking Dynamight. Isn’t he like number five right now? And he wants to—“
“He’s number four, actually,” Izuku interrupted, frowning a bit as if it was an insult to him personally that she could let his ranking slip her mind. “And wait, why would you be against some guy flirting with me?” He asked innocently, looking at her with a confused look.
Ochako just scoffed, tapping his cheek. “Oh poor, sweet, innocent Izuku…” she sighed dramatically, looking around the bar as she spoke. “We work in a bar. You literally have to walk me to my car every night because people are messed up. Some random guy just walked up to you and said he’d make you scream his name. And while I do find that kinda hot, it could be dangerous. Like, we don’t know these people, you know?” She explained, giving Izuku a tight hug before pulling away. “I don’t think he’s capable of actually hurting you though. And I hope he means well. I’m only allowing this because I know how much you need this..” she pulled away, patting his shoulder. “You need some dick,” she sighed, trying not to laugh as she looked at him seriously.
Izuku gasped, his face getting more red if that was even possible. Her vulgar language was always quite shocking even if there was truth to it. Her concern was valid as well, and Izuku knew she said it with care. But now he was definitely thinking about Dynamight, no, Katsuki’s dick. Which wasn’t embarrassing at all.. He covered his face before looking at his best friend, “You’re capable of being so caring, Chako, why must you spend most of that energy trying to embarrass me,” he sighed, laughing as he noticed that she was trying not to laugh.
In return, she laughed with him before somebody tapped the table, asking for another drink. That’s right— they both just completely neglected to do their jobs for the last 5 minutes just so they could talk about a pro hero possibly wanting Izuku.. sexually. This was the definition of embarrassing. “Ok, back to work. You should definitely get his number though. I believe in you,” she winked at him before pushing him away, turning back to the counter to make whatever drink the customer had asked for.
Izuku took a shaky breath before walking back over to Katsuki, trying to keep his face as calm as possible. Not only was he feeling butterflies, but it was taking a lot of willpower not to turn into a complete fanboy. He was talking to Dynamight, the bombshell hero. The way his quirk worked always fascinated Izuku, so much so that he basically knew everything there was to know about him… except for his secret identity, of course. He never wanted to go that far, for the sake of respect. Heroes were people just like them, and he had no right to infringe on that. Learning his real name, who his parents were, where he lived? Those were all lines that some people had crossed but Izuku refused to.
And now he had to go endure his very persuasive flirting while questioning why he was pursuing him in the first place. He was really enjoying getting to know Katsuki as well, but this added another layer that he didn’t have the energy to peel back.
“You’re back,” Katsuki stated, a soft smile on his face as Izuku walked up. Izuku noticed that there were two empty glasses in front of him, meaning he had something else to drink. Izuku could only hope it was more water for the sake of his sanity. “I was starting to miss you,” the blonde pouted a bit, resting his chin on his hand as he openly observed Izuku.
“Aw,” Izuku blushed, grabbing Katsuki’s empty glasses with a soft smile. “Well, I’m here now. Let’s get you some more water,” he sighed, glancing at Katsuki as he felt eyes on him. Pro Hero Dynamight had a staring problem.
“‘M good, fast metabolism,” Katsuki smirked, sitting up to flex one arm quickly. Even though it seemed like a joke, it was impressive. Now it made sense why he was so built. How could Izuku not recognize those biceps?
“Oh yeah? You’re just burning through the alcohol aren’t you?” Izuku laughed softly, sliding him another cup of water as he made the drink of another person sitting close to Katsuki. Even though he’d love to talk to Katsuki for the rest of the night, he unfortunately had to do his job.
“Fuck yeah, I’ve got the strongest quirk,” he hummed proudly, watching as Izuku moved. It felt like he hadn’t taken his eyes off him since they first met. “Bet it’s better than yours, or anyone in here,” he bragged, a cocky smirk on his face as he sipped at the water he was given.
As Izuku slid another customer their drink, he laughed softly at Katsuki’s behavior, starting to wipe at the counter. “Yes, you’re amazing, Katsuki. The strongest one in here,” Izuku played along, winking at him. Was he getting softer as he sobered up? That was cute…
“What’s your quirk?” Katsuki asked quickly, tapping his finger to the beat of the music on the counter. For some reason, Katsuki was really interested in this freckled bartender. He felt like he could ask him a million questions and never be satisfied.
“Oh,” Izuku paused, frowning a bit before putting on a smile, looking at Katsuki with somewhat sad eyes. That concerned Katsuki, his eyebrows knitting together as he awaited Izuku’s answer. Was that a bad thing to ask? Maybe he wasn’t proud of it. There had to be some reason he wasn’t a hero if he happened to have a good quirk, right? “I’m quirkless,” Izuku stated simply, shrugging his shoulders as he went back to cleaning.
That made Katsuki pause, staring as Izuku worked. After a moment of silence he looked down, a deep frown on his face. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he replied, noting the way Izuku still kept the smile on his face despite the sadness in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak again, but didn’t know what to say.
Izuku immediately perked up, looking at Katsuki with worry before he grabbed his hand. He shook his head quickly, bowing his head a bit. “You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for,” he explained, giving his hand a light squeeze before pulling it away. Izuku had been dealing with this conversation his entire life. When people asked him what his quirk was, he’d explain that he wasn’t born with one. It usually led him explaining what his parents’ quirks were, and then they’d usually push further. After he’d initially tell them about his quirklessness, they would say things like, “that must suck” or “I can’t imagine not having a quirk” or something else insensitive that just reminded Izuku what he was missing out on. The only person to ever apologize for what Izuku lacked was his mother… and now, Katsuki.
“I bet you’re still strong as hell without one,” Katsuki added, feeling his hand twitch at the absence of the previous warmth. Izuku’s hands felt nice.
Izuku blushed at this, a shocked look on his face before he chuckled nervously, patting Katsuki’s hand. “You really don’t have to be this nice to me, you know. The water is free already,” he joked, taking an order from another customer.
“What does water have to do with me treating you right?” Katsuki asked defensively, trying to figure out why Izuku would even suggest such a thing. Did he think he was flirting with him for drinks? What kind of sick fuck did such a thing to a cute bartender like Izuku?
“You know, the classic ‘flirt with the bartender and get free drinks’ trick,” Izuku explained, starting to organize some things behind the counter. Izuku had been trying to figure out why Katsuki was talking to him in the first place, and continuing to do so, but he wasn’t able to place it yet. Especially after learning that he was a pro— none of it made sense. He complimented not only the way he looked, but also his capabilities as a human being. He didn’t have to do that, yet he did. There was some ulterior motivation there, Izuku just couldn’t put his finger on it.
“I’m flirting with you because I think you’re beautiful, Izuku, not to save money,” Katsuki chuckled, taken aback by the absurdity of the implication. What also surprised him was the casualty in which Izuku said it, as if it was just a normal thing to go through. Did that mean there were a lot of men flirting with Izuku for shallow reasons like that?
“Whatever you say,” Izuku gave him a somewhat sad smile, bending down to clean at the cabinets underneath him. He knew better than to fall for the words of a drunken man, but something about Katsuki made Izuku really want to believe it.
Katsuki frowned and leaned over the counter, looking down at Izuku as he wiped at the cabinets. He sighed before looking into his eyes. “Look, I don’t know you like, at all, Izuku, but I can tell you deserve the world. Let me give that to you. Let me make you feel good, treat you right. I could treat you better than anyone’s ever treated you, I promise you that,” Katsuki blurted out, enjoying the way Izuku’s face lit up at his words. Katsuki couldn’t exactly explain why he was feeling the way he was, or the reason he was saying these things to this complete stranger, but he couldn’t help himself. After the dance floor debacle, Izuku was a breath of fresh air. He took care of him and asked if he was ok, he asked for his name, like he wanted to actually know who he was. And now he did. Izuku met Katsuki tonight, the man behind the mask, and not the hero. That was refreshing.
And sure, maybe he was coming on a little too strong, but could you blame him? Not only were Izuku’s actions admirable and cute, but the way he looked… he wouldn’t tell anyone this, but when Izuku walked away, Katsuki took the time to really look him over. And shit, if Izuku’s personality didn’t get him through life, his body surely would. The uniform he was forced to wear wasn’t exactly the most flattering, but when Izuku turned around, Katsuki could see everything. The curve of his ass, the way his waist tapered in, the belt he wore that accentuated his figure, his thighs. Izuku was sexy, in every sense of the word. His freckles, green curly hair, and curves paired with the genuine care in his eyes was enough to make Katsuki genuinely reconsider what he’d been doing without him in his life all these years.
Izuku laughed breathlessly, finally rising from the cleaning he was doing. He grabbed Katsuki’s chin and examined him, tilting his head to the side before releasing him. “I’m sure you could do all of that,” Izuku hummed before pulling his hand away, pushing Katsuki back gently so he was fully seated again. “But you’re not the first man to offer me the world,” he winked teasingly, walking away to grab something from the back. It took every fiber of his being not to take off his apron and clock out right then and there, take Katsuki back to his house and let him have his way with him. Izuku couldn’t even blame a small part of himself anymore— all of him wanted to give Katsuki exactly what he was asking for.
Katsuki huffed as Izuku walked away, keeping his eyes glued to him. Was he not being convincing enough? Was he being too subtle? What didn’t Izuku get? He wanted him. He wanted to give himself to Izuku, spend time with him, learn everything about him. Was that too much to ask! He would just have to be more forward now, which he could do.
Izuku walked back out to the bar with a jar of cherries in his hands before crouching down to place them into the fridge underneath him. He glanced at Katsuki as he walked back, feeling his eyes on him. His crimson gaze was so intense, Izuku felt like he was being hunted.
Katsuki waited until Izuku stood in front of him again, making sure he looked into his eyes before he spoke again. “So you get a lot of guys in here asking to take you out back?” He asked, raising a brow at the bartender. “Cause I can promise you, none of them will do it like me. None of them will leave your legs shaking like me. None of them will mark you up like I will. None of them can make you beg for more like me,” Katsuki basically purred, keeping his voice low so that Izuku was the only one who could hear the proclamation.
This made Izuku blush as a spark ran down his spine, but he shrugged his shoulders, trying to act indifferent. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. You’re just a flirt,” he answered, starting to hum to whatever explicit song was starting to play. He didn’t have any real reason to keep anything from Katsuki, especially since this was the first instance of him feeling compelled to be selfish for once. Katsuki didn’t have to know that he was aroused by his words, or that he’d never actually taken anyone up on their offer to have sex behind the bar because it’s never happened.
Katsuki smirked at the challenge, licking at his teeth before nodding, leaning back in his chair. “You wanna keep secrets huh?” He crossed his arms before getting down from his stool. He tapped the counter twice before looking at Izuku. “Meet me outside in 5 minutes. You don’t show and I’m gone for good, out of your hair,” he said before walking off.
Izuku watched as he exited the bar, heart beating faster at the invitation. Holy shit.. holyshitholyshit. Should he tell Ochako? Yes— no. This definitely was not a smart idea. He sighed before walking over to his male coworker Kai, giving him a soft smile. “Hey, I’ve gotta use the bathroom, can you cover for me? 10 minutes tops,” he explained, smiling wider when Kai agreed to man his station.
Izuku slipped out of the bar, not mentioning to Ochako where he was going, before taking off his apron and setting it in the back. Katsuki just wanted to talk, right? Izuku could talk… He managed to slip out of the building via the kitchen, shivering a bit as he exited. “This is so stupid Izuku.. he could be an axe murderer and you’re willingly going to him.. stupid stupid stupid” he muttered to himself as he walked into the alleyway adjacent to the bar, leaning against the wall as he waited to spot Katsuki. Fuck it was cold. Izuku shivered more and covered his face, trying to use that heat to warm his hands.
“You cold?” He heard a voice say, making him flinch. Katsuki.
Izuku huffed out a nervous laugh as he looked up at him, tilting his head a bit. “It’s kinda chilly, yeah,” he smiled softly, letting his eyes wander over Katsuki’s body for a split second. He was taller now that they didn’t have a counter in front of them. He looked more muscular as well, especially since he just took off his jacket. Why would he take his jacket off? It was freezing!! Izuku was about to point that out when Katsuki pushed the jacket towards him, a soft smile on his face.
“Here,” is all he said, letting Izuku grab the large black jacket. Izuku immediately blushed, about to protest the gift when Katsuki rolled his eyes. He draped the clothing over Izuku’s shoulders quickly, smiling down at him. That shut Izuku up real quick.
“Thank you,” Izuku mumbled, a faint blush dusted across his cheeks. That could be the cold, but for Katsuki’s own selfish reasons, he wanted to believe it was because of him.
“You’re a lot cuter outside,” Katsuki said, crossing his arms as he looked down at Izuku. He could clearly see their height difference now, somewhat surprised that he had almost a full head of height on the other man. It was also a lot slower outside, meaning Katsuki didn’t feel as stimulated as he did in the bar. He could think clearly now, not worrying about the loud music and various bodies bumping against him as they passed. It all made it a lot easier to really take in Izuku, in all of his weirdly adorable glory. Without the strange lighting of the bar, Katsuki could see his freckles more clearly now. The street lights illuminated Izuku’s features, making Katsuki realize that he wasn’t crazy for considering risking everything for the stranger in front of him.
“I— thank you,” Izuku blushed, staring up at Katsuki before looking over his body openly now. His eyes stopped for a moment once he registered the bulge in Katsuki’s sweatpants, making him blush deeper. He quickly met his eyes again, chewing at his bottom lip before giving Katsuki a smile. “You’re really handsome, Katsuki,” he said gently.
All the pro hero did was hum before placing his warm hand on Izuku’s cheek, caressing it gently before glancing at Izuku’s lips. He could see Izuku do the same quickly, before looking away. Katsuki took a shaky breath before taking a step closer, making Izuku face him. “Can I kiss you, Izuku?” He asked as he let his thumb caress at Izuku’s bottom lip gently.
The question made Izuku blush more, letting out a quick laugh before pulling away, covering his face. Did he really just ask to kiss him? What kind of man does that? It made sense though, right? Katsuki was a pro hero. He shouldn’t go around just kissing random people while he was drunk. Despite the rationality of the question, it still caught Izuku off guard, his heartbeat quickening in his chest. When was the last time he kissed someone? Or had someone kiss him? When was the last time someone asked to do so? When was the last time someone looked at Izuku the way Katsuki was looking at him right now…
“Fuck it,” Izuku sighed heavily before removing his hands from his face, shaking them out at his side before looking up at Katsuki. He tilted his head, pulling the blonde down by his face to slot their lips together without any further hesitation. Katsuki’s lips were soft, thin, but plump at the same time. He was extremely warm as well.
Katsuki grinned into the kiss when Izuku grabbed him, immediately moving one hand to the back of Izuku’s hips, and the other into those beautiful green curls. He pulled away for a breath, looking into Izuku’s eyes before diving back in, making the next kiss a bit more passionate. In no time, the kiss deepened, Katsuki slipping his tongue into Izuku’s mouth after asking for permission with a lick. That made the shorter man moan, which only encouraged Katsuki further.
Izuku hummed into the kiss as he pushed himself closer to Katsuki, his arms wrapping loosely around his neck. His fingers slowly moved to his hair, playing with the blonde spikes as they continued. He felt himself start to move backwards with Katsuki, his back hitting the brick wall of the bar gently before he was hoisted up, strong hands gripping at his thighs. Izuku gasped and pulled away, trying to catch his breath. He wasn’t given the chance to calm down before Katsuki was at his neck, kissing and biting down his tan skin. Izuku whimpered softly, still playing with Katsuki’s hair. “Fuck,” he breathed out, back arching slightly as the back of his head hit the wall behind him. He swallowed and gripped Katsuki’s hair tighter, feeling the other's teeth sink into him before sucking. “I don’t, hah— I don’t think our number four hero should be going around picking up random quirkless men at the bar,” Izuku panted out, mostly trying to joke with the blonde even though there was some truth to it.
Katsuki froze and then pulled away, a look of betrayal on his face as he gripped at Izuku’s legs tighter. His eyebrows were knit together, a slight frown on his face. How did he manage to fall for two fans’ antics in one night? “You knew?” He asked, staring at Izuku.
Izuku frowned when Katsuki pulled away, looking down at him with concern as his smile faded. Why did Katsuki look upset? Did he do something wrong? Or say something wrong? Izuku pulled his hands away from Katsuki quickly, balancing against the wall even though he hadn’t been put down yet. “Knew what?” He asked, trying to figure out what Katsuki could possibly be upset about as they were literally making out.
“That I’m a pro hero,” he clarified, looking at Izuku as if he’d just kicked a newborn puppy.
Izuku took a second to process what he said before shaking his head, a blush of embarrassment dusting his cheeks. “I actually didn’t, funny enough,” he laughed nervously, refusing to meet Katsuki’s eyes. “After you started flirting..and stuff, with me, I kinda freaked out. So I went to my friend and said that there was no way a hot guy like you was interested in me, and she recognized you. I hadn’t even processed it, I’m blind like that,” Izuku shrugged, deciding to look at Katsuki now.
“And you only came back for popularity points huh? Clout, or whatever the fuck,” Katsuki scoffed, putting Izuku down gently and shaking his head. “You wouldn’t want me if I wasn’t Dynamight,” he concluded, taking a step back from Izuku. How did he ask for his jacket back without sounding like a complete asshole… he needed to get out of there before he embarrassed himself further.
Izuku’s eyes widened in realization, his confusion all cleared up now. He quickly shook his head in protest, looking up at Katsuki as he was put down. “What? Why would that be the case?” He asked defensively, trying to meet Katsuki’s eyes but the other just wouldn’t look at him. How was Katsuki the self conscious one in this situation?! “I mean I do think it’s pretty cool that you’re Dynamight but it doesn’t really.. matter to me. Not here,” he tried to explain before going red, waving his arms in front of him as Katsuki gave him a strange look. “Not that— not that your job doesn’t matter! Of course it does. I just mean that when I look at you, I see Katsuki, not Dynamight or whoever else you are,” he tried to explain, worried that his words made absolutely no sense. “You introduced yourself to me as Katsuki, so that’s how I will address you. And.. and when I came back over to you, it was because you were Katsuki. Not because you’re a pro,” he said softly, placing his hand on Katsuki’s chest gently as he finally met his eyes again.
“You fucking with me?” Katsuki asked after taking a shaky breath, his hand slowly making its way to Izuku’s. He gripped it softly, a sad expression still on his face despite Izuku’s words.
“I have absolutely no reason to lie,” Izuku laughed softly, shaking his head and taking Katsuki’s hand. He gave it a soft squeeze before pulling it away, taking a step away from Katsuki. He took a deep breath before starting to take off the jacket, handing it over to the blonde. “Uhm, like I said. You being a hero isn’t the reason I chose to come out here. I really liked talking to you, Katsuki. But I understand if you’d like to go,” he ran a hand down his face. “Both Dynamight and Katsuki are way out of my league anyways,” he sighed, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes.
“Bullshit,” Katsuki protested, gripping the jacket tightly in his hand. “You’re the one out of my league,” Katsuki laughed out, shaking his head as he processed everything Izuku had just said. Did he believe him? Did he trust that Izuku really didn’t know who he was? Did he trust that despite everything, the thing that had Izuku coming back to him was the fact that he was Katsuki and not Dynamight?
After the events of tonight, he was tempted to walk away, spare himself any humiliation if Izuku was lying to him, but something in him told him not to. He wanted to believe Izuku. He wanted to stay. Sure, he didn’t know him, like at all, but he’s started to take a liking to him. Izuku had known who he was, and he didn’t even care. Katsuki didn’t know anyone who didn’t treat him differently after learning about his day job, or his quirk. It made people act differently around him. They became suck ups and fake friends, losers just trying to get a piece of what he had. But not Izuku. He saw him for who he was.. a person before he was a hero. And fuck, that had Katsuki hooked.
Izuku hummed and looked up at Katsuki, noticing that the conflicted look on his face had subsided. He was glad, because he didn’t want to fight with the blonde. He figured Katsuki was only taking this precaution because he’s been hurt before, something Izuku knew all too well. Being a pro hero must be hard. Trust issues, physical pain, the inability to just relax and be a human being, that all had to be stressful. So why would he add to that stress with an argument? Just to protect his ego? Absolutely not.
“Katsuki,” Izuku said softly, taking a step closer to him again as he chewed at his bottom lip nervously. He saw the blonde perk up, his eyes immediately meeting Izuku’s. “I’m sorry if anyone has ever hurt you, or if they prefer Dynamight over you,” he started as he moved closer again, hesitantly placing his hand on Katsuki’s cheek. “But I really like the man I met at the counter tonight, and I would love to get to know him more,” he said with a gentle smile.
Katsuki wanted to respond to Izuku, he really did. He wanted to tell him that he also enjoyed talking, and that he’d do just about anything to spend more time with Izuku, one of the only people who saw him as himself. He wanted to apologize for assuming he had bad intentions, and scrub away any pain that might have caused him. He wanted to form the words to do all of that, but he couldn’t. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the intense feeling in Katsuki’s chest pulling him closer and closer to Izuku, as if there was a magnet inside of him.
Izuku smiled as he was kissed, immediately melting into it and wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s neck, pushing his body against the other’s. He gasped when he felt hands at his hips, and shivered when those same hands moved to his belt.
Katsuki pulled away from the kiss, panting. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. Anything, Izuku, just tell me,” he said as he undid the shorter man’s belt, immediately untucking his shirt and gripping his bare hips, pulling his body closer before passionately kissing him again. Izuku moaned into it, running his hands down Katsuki’s chest, letting them linger at his abs. Katsuki felt soft hands on his biceps, and then they were at his neck, and then in his hair once again. In return, Katsuki let a hand snake its way up Izuku’s torso underneath his shirt, his fingers brushing his nipple slightly before pulling away. Katsuki deepened the kiss with his tongue as he hoisted Izuku up like he did before, pushing him against the wall again.
Izuku pulled away to breathe as his back hit the wall, gripping tightly at Katsuki’s hair before he circled his hips, which was easier to do now that his legs were wrapped around Katsuki’s waist. “You,” he whimpered, bending down to kiss at Katsuki’s neck. He made it to his ear, biting at it softly. “I just want you, Katsuki. Need you,” he practically begged, his hips still moving against the other.
Katsuki groaned and gripped at Izuku’s hips tighter as their bodies moved together, resting his head on his shoulder. “Fuck, you’re something else,” he chuckled breathlessly, kissing him again with even more intensity. He could feel Izuku moan into the kiss again when Katsuki bit at his bottom lip, pulling away afterwards. He set Izuku down on his feet, turning him around so that he was facing the wall.
Izuku panted and placed his hands onto the brick, bracing himself as Katsuki pulled his lower body closer, his groin nestled at the curve of his ass. Katsuki ground into him as he leaned forward, one hand on the wall next to where Izuku’s head was.
“Gonna fuck you right here, against this wall. That ok?” Katsuki asked as he continued to grind against him, kissing Izuku's neck in the process. He bit down and sucked as he waited for Izuku’s answer, the hand that wasn’t supporting him against the wall starting to palm at Izuku through his pants. All Izuku had to do was say yes, and Katsuki would give him everything.
Izuku gulped, letting his head fall to look between his legs, mind going numb as he felt and saw Katsuki’s larger hand covering his crotch, rubbing and squeezing him in all the right ways. He moaned as his hips subconsciously thrust into the pleasure, nodding his head frantically. “Ye— yes, god, please, yes,” Izuku whined out, his legs already feeling weak and this was just foreplay.
Katsuki grinned at the response, relishing in the eagerness as he continued rubbing Izuku’s crotch. “Tell me you want it, Izuku,” he encouraged, still kissing and biting at his neck from behind. “Come on, baby.”
Izuku bit down on his bottom lip hard, trying to contain the sounds he wanted to make. He backed himself up against Katsuki, feeling the hard length in his pants. Fuck. Izuku shook his head as Katsuki continued to talk, a whine escaping his lips once again. “I want it..want you,” he replied, his hands balling into fists against the wall as he restrained himself. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this aroused, this needy for human contact. His body ached to make this connection with Katsuki, so much so that he was able to drown out the rest of the world. He didn’t even care that they were behind his place of work, or that if someone walked out, they’d be able to see the pair quite clearly. Izuku didn’t care that he was still on the clock, or that he’d just met this man. His body, no, his soul needed this.
Izuku took a shaky breath before standing up straight, facing Katsuki before kneeling down, grabbing the jacket Katsuki had discarded on the ground ages ago. He set it under his knees before looking up at Katsuki. He leaned in, letting his cheek fall on the tent in Katsuki’s sweatpants before nuzzling it, humming softly. He kept his eyes on Katsuki as he kissed at his length through the fabric, thoroughly enjoying the look of hunger in his crimson eyes. Katsuki then placed a hand in Izuku’s hair, scratching at his scalp gently as Izuku pulled his sweatpants down slightly. It wasn’t enough to expose Katsuki fully, just enough to let his length be revealed. Izuku blushed in surprise, his mouth opening and closing again as if he had something he needed to say. All he could do was stare as Katsuki’s length stood at attention, only a few centimeters away from Izuku’s mouth.
“Holy shit..” he whispered softly, taking a shaky breath before licking his lips, glancing up at Katsuki as he got closer. He gently grabbed the base with his hand, stroking down the entirety with the other. He hummed and placed a kiss on the tip, licking his lips to clean off the precum present on them. He heard Katsuki suck in a sharp breath, and the hand in his hair suddenly gripped tighter. Izuku wasted no time, leaning in to lick a line up the entirety of his length.
Katsuki groaned as Izuku guided him to his mouth, staring as he took in the head. Izuku looked absolutely perfect like this. Izuku’s eyes wouldn’t leave his, a blush covering his freckled cheeks as he swallowed about half of him. When he hallowed his cheeks, Katsuki gripped at his hair tighter, using all of his willpower not to force Izuku down on him. “Shit, just like that,” he encouraged, his hips stuttering forward once Izuku met the base of his cock. Katsuki loosened his grip, petting Izuku a bit as he gave him time to catch his breath.
Izuku hummed once he took in all of Katsuki, breathing through his nose before he pulled off with a pop, panting heavily. He broke eye contact, staring at what he just had in his mouth. Katsuki was big, no surprise there, but the sheer weight of it in his mouth had Izuku’s mind going numb. He was just barely able to take in every inch into his mouth, how was he expected to have that inside of him? He shook his head to push away the thoughts, a determined look on his face as he sucked Katsuki in again, this time going to the base immediately. As he began bobbing his head, he looked at Katsuki again, sucking harder when Katsuki’s eyes closed.
Izuku didn’t think he was the best, or most experienced, when it came to sex. He knew what he liked and how to pleasure himself, and he was a really good listener. If Katsuki told him what he wanted, he’d be able to provide it to the best of his ability. But Katsuki wasn’t like anyone he’d ever been with. He asked Izuku what he wanted, with the intent to give it to him. That was a completely unexpected and new sense of autonomy that he wasn’t sure he was ready for. All of his life he’d been adhering to others and their needs, to be so.. selfish, was beyond Izuku. But he would try for Katsuki, try to be strong and get what he wanted as well. It was obvious that Katsuki wanted that for him, so Izuku would give it. Technically he was getting what he needed by making Katsuki feel good, right?
After Katsuki closed his eyes, his hips started to thrust into Izuku’s mouth more often, to the point that Izuku stopped moving his head entirely. He hummed around Katsuki, sucking when he could as the hero fucked his mouth. “You’re amazing, Izuku, you hear me?” He muttered, looking down at him again as his length entered and exited Izuku’s mouth at a fairly fast pace. Izuku had tears running down his cheeks now, pupils blown wide and face as red as a tomato. He looked absolutely wrecked and Katsuki wasn’t anywhere close to being done with him. After a second more of the thrusting, he felt a knot form in his stomach, alerting him that he was close to finishing. But he didn’t want to cum— he didn’t want this to be over yet. He didn’t want this to end. So, with a curse, he pulled Izuku off quickly, caressing at Izuku’s cheek as he panted.
Izuku gulped as he attempted to catch his breath, looking at Katsuki with his head tilted. “You..” he swallowed, “why’d you stop?” He asked softly, wiping the corner of his mouth as well as some of the tears on his face. Was he not good? He knew his head game was the strongest but it seemed like Katsuki was feeling good. If he managed to fuck this up then…
“Don’t wanna cum yet,” Katsuki shrugged, an airy laugh escaping his lips as he moved his hand away from Izuku’s face. “I’m not finished with you,” he explained and ran his thumb over Izuku’s lips, a permanent smile on his face. It was soft but sinister at the same time. He then pulled Izuku’s mouth open with his thumb, pressing down on his tongue before slipping two fingers in. “Suck,” he instructed, staring as Izuku obeyed immediately. Once he felt that his fingers were wet enough, he pulled them out of Izuku’s mouth, pulling him up by his arm. He kissed Izuku quickly, not letting it get as deep as they had previously before turning him around, pushing him against the wall like he had before.
Izuku yelped at the speed at which Katsuki was moving, mind moving slowly as he processed his own arousal. He moved his hands to support himself on the wall again, sticking his lower body out as Katsuki pressed down on his lower back. He felt strong hands on his hips before his ass was exposed to the air, his pants pulled down just low enough for his own length to be freed. Katsuki leaned in and kissed Izuku's neck before giving his ass a light tap. “Katsuki, please hurry,” he begged, one of his hands giving himself a quick pump before it was slapped away.
“Nuh uh, I want you to cum from just my dick. No touching," Katsuki whispered in his ear and then pulled away, starting to circle Izuku’s entrance with one finger. He smirked at Izuku’s whine, finally pulling away to admire the man underneath him. Izuku looked good like this too. Back arched and ready to take Katsuki, so fucking eager to have him inside that he wouldn’t stop backing into him. As Katsuki slipped in a spit covered finger, he watched the way Izuku’s head fell against the wall, a soft moan escaping his lips. With his shirt just slightly rolled up, Katsuki could just barely see that he had freckles littered on his back as well. They were like constellations on Izuku’s tan skin, scattered randomly over him but still so perfect. Katsuki’s eyes traveled down, eyes fixated on Izuku’s ass in front of him. It was round and soft looking. When he pulled his finger out and thrusted it back in, starting a slow pace to prepare the smaller male, he let his other hand grope at the soft flesh, a deep groan escaping him as he registered just how fucking plump it was. That uniform was not doing Izuku any justice.
“More..” Katsuki faintly heard Izuku say, his voice barely above a whisper. Izuku was whining now, two fists against the wall to restrain himself. Katsuki said he could only cum from penetration, so that’s what he’d do. Even though his cock was aching between his legs, begging for some sort of friction or release. Izuku thought back to what Katsuki had said earlier, mind clouded by the idea that he’d actually make it come true. He believed Katsuki could do anything he set his mind to, and right now, that goal was to make Izuku feel so good he wouldn’t be able to think straight. Katsuki was practically there and they hadn’t even started.
Katsuki hummed and nodded, still squeezing at the supple flesh of Izuku’s ass. After a minute or so of only using one finger, he added a second, scissoring his fingers to stretch Izuku further. He watched with hungry eyes at the way he stretched around him, his length twitching in anticipation. Katsuki spit into the space where his fingers connected with Izuku to add more lubrication before thrusting his fingers faster. Izuku was moaning louder now, legs shaking as Katsuki curled his fingers. When he curled them, he heard Izuku practically scream, a hand quickly moving to cover his mouth as his back arched more.
“Ngh, right there,” Izuku encouraged, trying to lower his voice despite the pleasure he was feeling. Katsuki’s thick fingers moving inside of him was enough to push him over the edge, but he didn’t want this to be over yet. Not until he had Katsuki inside. Not until Katsuki came too. He chewed on his lower lip, eyes squeezed shut as Katsuki kept hitting his prostate.
“Here?” Katsuki asked teasingly as he curled his fingers again, letting out a somewhat cruel laugh as Izuku’s body shook. He loved how reactive Izuku was, flinching and moaning at the slightest movements. It was fucking hot. He’d met plenty of people afraid of being vocal, scared to let Katsuki know that he was doing well, but Izuku? He didn’t leave any room for doubt as Katsuki worked on him. His ears were red, legs shaking, and the noises he made… Katsuki was making him feel good, and he knew it.
“Kah- Katsuki,” Izuku whined out, sounding almost annoyed at the teasing. “More, please” he gulped, pushing himself back further into Katsuki. He felt his length just between his legs, but Katsuki wasn’t giving it to him yet. Why wasn’t he giving it to him?
“I know baby, I know,” Katsuki hushed, slipping in a third finger as he spoke. This made Izuku gasp, and he almost lost his balance. “I don’t want to hurt you, so let’s just take it slow for a second, yeah?” Katsuki hummed, rubbing soothing circles into Izuku’s hip before he wrapped an arm around him, using his strength to support him as his balance got worse and worse. He continued to move his fingers inside of Izuku, hitting the spot he knew would have Izuku going crazy.
Izuku gasped once another finger was added, nodding frantically and grabbing at the arm that was wrapped around his middle. Katsuki was supporting all of his weight as if it was nothing. “Oh..ok, ok” he agreed, licking his lips as the cold night air settled over them. Despite this, he wasn’t cold, the warmth of Katsuki’s body against him combating any chill he could feel as he worked him open. He moaned softly as he got closer to his climax, his nails digging into Katsuki’s bicep. “S..stop, stop, I’m gonna cum,” he whined, taking a shaky breath as he felt Katsuki freeze immediately.
After about a minute of silence Katsuki pulled his fingers out, wiping them on his sweatpants before grabbing Izuku’s hip. He bent down and kissed Izuku’s neck before nuzzling him with his nose, his length resting on Izuku’s lower back. “You ready?” He asked in his ear, kissing around it softly. Katsuki knew not to rush things like this, but fuck, he was aching to be inside Izuku. He was just using his fingers beforehand, but he could feel what was waiting for him. The warmth of Izuku’s insides, the tightness they had to offer. He needed that around him as soon as fucking possible. He’d give Izuku time, of course, but his body's patience was wearing thin.
Izuku hummed and nodded, placing both hands on the wall again as he circled his hips, feeling Katsuki’s length behind him. It was hot and heavy on his back, leaking precum just short of his work shirt. “Hurry, please,” he whispered, tilting his head to look back at Katsuki.
Katsuki nodded determinedly, moving his hand down to position himself at Izuku’s entrance. He groaned as his cock slotted between Izuku’s cheek before moving his hips back, slipping just the head into Izuku with an even deeper groan. Fuck, he was tight.
Izuku didn’t say anything to tell Katsuki to stop, nor did he say anything to tell him to keep going. Instead, he used his momentum against the wall to push himself back, encouraging Katsuki to go deeper inside of him. He moaned as he made it about halfway, pausing to catch his breath. The pain was palpable, but god Katsuki was big. He felt like he was being split in two already.
Katsuki sucked in a sharp breath as they paused, his hands gripping tightly at Izuku’s hips. He pulled away and then thrusted his hips forward slowly, only going about halfway again. He started a slow pace as he thrusted only half of his length into Izuku, biting down on his bottom lip to stay quiet.
Izuku was moaning as he thrusted, one hand covering his mouth so he wasn’t too loud. From this position, Katsuki was hitting that spot every time, but it wasn’t enough. Izuku still felt empty.. like something was missing. “Katsuki,” he panted out, making the hero pause his movements. Izuku pushed himself back further, glancing back at him. “You won’t break me,” he whispered softly, feeling Katsuki’s grip tighten on his hips. “When you asked what I wanted, I said you… so give me all of you, please,” he said with a pleading look on his face, begging.
Katsuki stared at him, face going red at what Izuku was asking for. Shit, Izuku was persistent. Katsuki would’ve been fine with only using half of himself on the smaller male, in favor of not hurting Izuku. But he shouldn’t have assumed he’d hurt the other in the first place. Izuku wasn’t some small damsel in distress that needed saving. He wanted Katsuki, in all capacities. He was in no place to deny him that, especially since he got to have all of Izuku. He nodded softly and pulled Izuku’s pants down a bit further so that the back of his thighs was slightly exposed. He stayed silent as he pulled out again, snapping his hips forward and pushing all of himself inside this time. He groaned as Izuku’s ass touched the base, sinking into Izuku’s warmth fully.
Izuku almost screamed as Katsuki thrusted in, mind going numb at just how full he felt. He almost fell again at how weak his legs felt, but Katsuki was holding him up, still rubbing circles into his hips. Izuku panted with a whimper, nodding his head to tell Katsuki that he wanted more. And Katsuki gave it to him, thrusting in his entire length slowly. “‘S so big, Katsuki, fuck,” he mumbled, he head rested against the wall in front of him. He moaned and moaned, his body moving forward with Katsuki’s movements. It was almost too much, but Izuku loved it. He felt so full, both physically and emotionally. Katsuki felt amazing inside of him, and the sounds he was making was almost enough to make Izuku cum. It wasn’t until Katsuki started thrusting faster that he felt that knot in his stomach, signaling his need to release.
“Harder, right.. hah, right there, please,” Izuku begged more, moaning as Katsuki’s thrusts obeyed him. “Making me feel so good, Katsuki, don’t stop,” he whined, fighting the urge to stroke at himself. He was so close.
Katsuki soaked in Izuku’s praises and words, adhering to everything he said. It got harder and harder to focus on what he was saying as he neared his own climax, his thrusts becoming less controlled over time. Katsuki was grunting as he moved, biting down hard on his lip so he didn’t moan too loudly. He was staring down at Izuku, watching the way his cock moved in and out. Izuku was sucking him in, making it impossible for him to hold back. Izuku’s ass was red at the spots that their bodies met, looking used. God, Katsuki could look at this forever, hear this forever, feel this forever. Not only did Izuku feel good, squeezing around Katsuki’s length, but the way he sounded. His moans, his little gasps, the way he said his name… it was addictive. He wouldn’t last much longer like this.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum, fuck,” Katsuki panted out, his hips snapping forward faster and harder now. There was no real rhythm anymore. Katsuki was only chasing the building feeling in his stomach. He gripped harder at Izuku’s hips, not caring that it would probably leave a mark.
Izuku nodded quickly and moaned, trying to look back at Katsuki again. “Mm, me too, so fucking close, god,” Izuku whimpered, still stopping himself from touching himself. Almost, almost…
With a final thrust into Izuku, Katsuki came, leaning forward and pressing his body against Izuku’s. He panted and kissed at his neck, his movements slowing as he came down from the previous high. Izuku was shaking underneath him, a loud moan escaping him a few seconds after Katsuki finished. They stood together, panting for a few minutes before Katsuki stood straight, looking down between them. He pulled out of Izuku, staring intently at the way Izuku’s hole gaped at his absence, and the way his own seed dripped out of him. That image was gonna be burned in his mind for ages.
Izuku whimpered when Katsuki pulled out, slumping his body against the wall as exhaustion finally hit him. His legs felt weak underneath him, but he still tried to stand, turning around to face Katsuki as the other pulled his pants back up. Izuku glanced down at the mess he made on the ground, a small pool of cum under where he was previously standing. He winced and tucked himself back into his boxers before pulling his own pants back up, running a hand through his hair with a soft laugh. “That was..” he sighed, staring up at Katsuki. Katsuki still had that after sex glow, his pupils blown wide and his face a beautiful shade of pink. He was smiling at Izuku, looking as if he was at a loss for words.
After a second, Katsuki took a step closer, kissing Izuku softly. “That was fucking amazing,” he finished the statement against Izuku’s lips, narrowing his eyes as he processed the way Izuku looked. He looked like he’d been through hell.. was that because of him? His hair was disheveled, his face was red, and he had slight tear tracks running down his cheeks. His neck was littered with bites and hickeys, and his shirt was wrinkled. He looked like he’d just been throughly fucked. Oops?
Izuku hummed into the kiss and nodded with a laugh, putting his hands on Katsuki’s shoulders. “Amazing is the word, yeah.” He let his head rest against Katsuki’s chest before gasping, suddenly pulling away. “Shit, I’m still on the clock,” he said quickly, tucking in his shirt and clasping his belt closed. He looked up at Katsuki with a sorry expression as he worked. “I’m— I’m sorry, Katsuki, I have to go,” he explained before slipping out from under him, wobbling a bit on his own legs as he moved too fast. His ass was in a lot of pain, actually, but he hadn’t been able to process it while he was with Katsuki. He was gonna be limping by the time he got back into the bar. Embarrassing wasn’t a strong enough word to describe how Izuku would feel.
Before he could completely walk away, Katsuki grabbed his hand, stopping him. He sighed and closed his eyes before looking up at him, letting his hand go. “Give me your number,” he proposed, looking somewhat nervous. Sure, they had just had sex, and were flirting with each other beforehand, but if Izuku gave him his number that meant that maybe he was genuinely interested in him. It was a high hope to have, despite how good the sex was. Izuku talked about how much he liked getting to know Katsuki, but it could’ve been something he said in the heat of the moment.
Izuku stared at Katsuki for a second before shaking his head, looking down at himself and feeling around in his pockets. “Shit my pen,” he cursed, groaning as he realized he left it in his apron. Just his fucking luck. He just had sex with the hottest guy he’s ever met, who just so happened to be the number four hero, and the only barrier between this happening again was a stupid fucking pen. Izuku smiled and grabbed Katsuki’s hand, pulling him along with him. “I have to grab a pen, but that means we gotta sneak back in so.. shh,” he giggled mischievously, pulling Katsuki over to the door that led back into the bar.
Katsuki smiled as Izuku moved, feeling a burst of warmth in his chest at the acceptance. Izuku actually wanted his number, so much so he was about to sneak Katsuki back in— something that could cost him his job. Katsuki laughed with him, shaking his head in disbelief. “Deal,” he sighed. Yeah, Katsuki could get used to this.
They managed to make it back into the bar, having to split off near the bathrooms. Izuku kissed Katsuki quickly before pushing him away, grabbing his apron again. He got the pen, taking Katsuki’s hand and writing his number down. “There,” he smiled up at him, taking a step back. “Text me,” he winked before slipping back into the kitchen, leaving Katsuki in the hallway.
It took every ounce of self respect for Katsuki not to pump his fist in triumph as he stared down at the number on his hand. He got a guy's number, holy shit. Not just a guy. He got Izuku’s number. He took a deep breath before walking back to the table, sliding into the booth next to Sero again. They all looked wasted, except for Kirishima. Katsuki glanced at the redhead before pulling out his phone, putting the number into it. He would definitely be texting soon, just not.. here.
“Someone looks happy,” Kirishima said with a knowing smile, glancing at Katsuki’s phone. “Was it that girl?” He asked, a look of hope on his face because that would mean that he set it up.. meaning he’d be the reason Katsuki was finally relaxing.
Katsuki glared before putting his phone away, chuckling softly to himself. “Yeah, something like that. Congrats, Shitty Hair, I’m officially de-stressed,” he encouraged, smiling a bit as Kirishima's smile got wider. He would never admit it, but making his friends happy was a secret pleasure he rarely indulged in, but loved it more than anything. Besides, he wasn’t exactly lying to his best friend. Without Kirishima inviting him out, he never would’ve met Izuku. He could ignore everything leading up to that point because that was the highlight of his night, and would probably be the highlight of his life.