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“This job is only temporary,” Izuku reminded himself under his breath as he walked into UA Agency at the start of his third week of work. His feet moved on autopilot; past security, up the elevator, first a right, then a left, then another right. He thought he waved at his colleagues, maybe even said hello, but in his head, he just kept thinking the same thing:
“This job is only temporary.”
Because they all were.
After all, Izuku was a "temp.” It was literally his job title. In the last nine months, he’d had five different positions, all at different agencies but basically all the same type of job. Paperwork, cubicles, busy work. Simple, tedious tasks that Izuku would hardly get used to before he was either no longer needed or he flat out quit for a change of scenery. Being a temp was pretty simple. Straightforward.
And yet…explaining his “job” to his mother felt like trying to explain gravity. Yes, she understood how being a temp worked, but why?
Why did Izuku choose to be a temp when his long-time mentor, Toshinori, had offered him a position at the All Might technologies right out of college? Why would he choose to do menial labor for menial pay when he had worked so hard for an advanced degree? Why would he be a temp for so long?
Only it hadn't been that long. Not to Izuku. Nine months had flown past him. Any time a job began to drag, Izuku was on to the next one. Then the next or the next. His mom wrung her hands at the mere mention of the unpredictability of it all, but not Izuku. No, what had felt long and anxiety-provoking were the years and years he’d spent preparing for the life-long career that awaited him on the other side of Toshinori’s still outstanding offer.
Izuku had spent every waking hour studying. First to get into a good high school, then a good university. And while university was easier, by far, he’d spent his “leisure” hours reading articles or drawing up work plans. He’d interned with Yagi since high school and he always needed to impress him. To keep impressing him. Izuku had spent years trying to surpass himself; to one up the last big idea he’d presented. He couldn’t let Toshinori down.
Then Yagi had offered Izuku a job. His dream job. A fast-track to take over the whole agency when Toshinori retired.
And Izuku couldn’t accept it.
The twenty-four-year-old fell into his seat at his un-decorated desk at his current office with a flop and sighed at the memory.
He couldn’t accept it then, still couldn’t now. Not yet! The second he heard the job offer fall from Toshinori’s smiling mouth, Izuku had been hit by an overwhelming feeling of uncertainty.
Was that really what Izuku wanted? He’d never experienced anything else. He’d never worked for anyone else. Besides his mother and Toshinori, he never even spoke to anyone outside of business meetings. Izuku had no hobbies, no friends, no relationships. Nothing.
He wanted those things. Or, at least to try those things.
So, he politely asked if he could defer the position for a year. And, to Izuku’s surprise, Toshinori had agreed.
Izuku groaned aloud when he felt his phone ring in his pocket signaling another worried text from his mother, the like of which started this whole trip down memory lane. Begrudgingly, he pulled out his phone anyway and opened her message. This time it was a link to a recent online article, about UA no doubt.
One click showed, yup, another “exposé” on the cut-throat nature of working for UA, one of the biggest marketing agencies in all of Japan. He grimaced. As much as he hated to encourage his mother’s objections to his latest job, UA Agency had so far been the worst temp job of all.
Life at UA was just like the article said: cut-throat. Employees had no problem throwing a co-worker in front of the metaphorical truck if it meant they could look good in front of the manager or any other higher-up. The hierarchy here was king but it fluctuated often. That only made things worse since people could see others succeed, even if they did so by brutal means.
Colleagues here were the competition.
Even Izuku, the temp. He’d been here three weeks and had already been given half a dozen impossible tasks and blamed for countless mistakes that were most certainly not his fault. But, Izuku didn’t care.
This was temporary.
He wasn’t here to climb the career ladder. In fact, he was still here in this hell hole for one reason and one reason only.
“Oi, Round Face!”
The entire office fell quiet as the glass door to the manager’s corner office slammed open. Out of the doorway stomped the stunning god of a man that was Katsuki Bakugou, known in the office as “Ground Zero.”
Because everywhere he went was the center of a nuclear fallout.
Izuku glanced up at the brunette sticking her head over the cubicle directly in front of him. She looked back at Izuku with a look that screamed, “save me.” He could only smile pityingly back. Ochako was his first and only friend in the office, but once Mr. Bakugou set his sights on you, you were a goner.
“My office! NOW.”
“Yes, sir!” Ochako replied quickly as she stood with a loud thump, probably hitting her knee against a cabinet or something. She grabbed a handful of papers and began to run toward the manager’s office.
Izuku watched her go, grabbing a pen and spinning in his rolling chair. But his eyes weren’t really on her: they were on Katsuki.
His manager, his boss, his next conquest.
Nine months ago, Izuku hadn’t so much as been out on a date. He definitely hadn’t kissed anyone, let alone slept with anyone. But he’d had plans: one year to try as many jobs as possible, make as many friends as possible, try as many new hobbies as possible.
And sleep with as many people as possible.
That said, he didn’t sleep with just anyone. He set his eyes on the best each office had to offer and got to work, so to speak.
The first had been the hardest. It took Izuku three months to figure out how to “flirt.” Then another two weeks to realize that flirting didn’t always lead to sex if you didn’t push it in that direction. His first time hadn’t been great, but it had been special. That made it easier at the second job, even easier at the third. Hell, Izuku had slept with half of his last office which was just full of potential targets.
UA was different. Here, Izuku only had eyes for Katsuki.
How could he see anyone else when there was a sculpture perfect man right in front of him! God, Izuku couldn’t wait to rip those tailored clothes off that ripped body with his teeth and get to work on that hard—
A stack of papers slammed against his keyboard from above ruining the steamy daydream before it’d even begun. He was so surprised that he completely dropped the pen he’d been chewing on without his knowledge.
“Thanks for leaving me hanging out to dry,” Ochako said sarcastically as she continued to walk around to her cubicle.
“What did you want me to do? What did Ka—Mr. Bakugou want to yell at you about in the first place?”
Uraraka once again lifted her head above her cubicle, this time to glare down at him. “He said I filed the League file incorrectly! I never file anything incorrectly!”
“Yes you do, I correct your stuff all the time.”
“And that’s why I always send it to you first! Did you not check the League file?”
Izuku shrugged and picked up the papers on his desk. “Not sure.”
Ochako huffed out a frustrated sigh as she sat back down, her voice carrying through the thin cubicle walls easily. “Maybe if you spent less time daydreaming about that manwhore for two seconds, I wouldn’t be getting yelled at!”
“SHH!” Izuku stood up to hush his friend. “What if he heard you!”
Uraraka looked up at him with judgmental eyes. “Face it, Izuku. If he was going to fuck you, he would’ve done it already. He always fucks the new hires he likes within the first week.” The brunette shifted her eyes to her screen and muttered, “Had me by day three, why the hell did I sleep with that asshole? He makes my life hell now!”
The comment had Izuku groaning again as he fell into his chair for the second time that morning. As frustrated as Ochako sounded for having slept with Katsuki, Izuku was ten times as frustrated for having NOT. This was supposed to be the easiest target yet! Izuku had nearly jumped with joy when Uraraka had warned him to: “stay away from the manager, he sleeps with all the new hires.” He was sure it was only a matter of days before he was climbing that hunk of a boss like the tree he was.
Then: nothing!
Katsuki didn’t so much as look in Izuku’s direction! Izuku could be a pebble on the side of the ground to Katsuki, only, Izuku would prefer that because then maybe he’d at least get stepped on. It was like Izuku was invisible.
He hated it.
Fucking Ground Zero was the only reason he was still at UA. He could cut his losses, move on to the next temp job, and find a new target. Only, he couldn’t. He couldn’t give up hope. He refused to. If Izuku was anything, he was determined, stubborn even. He was used to people telling him he couldn’t succeed, but he’d always proved them wrong.
Izuku Midoriya would fuck Katsuki Bakugou. He absolutely would.
“Um, Izuku?”
Izuku looked up to see a set of brown eyes on him again. “Hm?”
“You’re muttering again.”
He slapped a hand against his mouth and looked around to see the surrounding cubicles staring with knowing eyes.
Oops.
As confident as Izuku was that he would fuck Katsuki…what was he saying, he was no longer confident at all.
Two more weeks had passed, and he’d made no progress. Mr. Bakugou ignored him at every turn. Every meeting, every lunch break; he never so much as glanced at in his direction. And even when he had to see him, even when Izuku began to make mistakes on purpose in the hope of bringing “Ground Zero’s explosions” raining down on him, Katsuki seemed to stare right through him.
The last straw was when Camie was hired.
She wasn’t a temp, but she was just as obviously thirsty as Izuku. She showed up on the first day in the shortest skirt Izuku had seen and a shirt so sheer that Izuku didn’t understand how she got to the office without getting arrested for public indecency. Literally all eyes in the office were on her immediately, but the only ones Izuku cared about were those of Katsuki. Izuku couldn’t stop from staring at the way Katsuki stared at Camie.
His gaze when he looked at her was completely different from how he looked at Izuku. With Camie, Katsuki looked hungry, predatory even. He watched her like he was both sizing her up and methodically tearing her apart in the same look.
Izuku would kill to have Katsuki look at him like that.
He might have to, too. On Monday morning, Camie came in looking…not different, but rather even more of what she was normally like. Confident, smug, seductive. Izuku knew the moment she walked in that she’d slept with him, but the knowledge was cemented when she winked at their manager as they walked into the weekly office meeting. Katsuki may not have given any sort of acknowledgement back, but Izuku knew.
And he was livid about it.
How! How could Katsuki look right through him but fuck Camie? What could she possibly have that Izuku didn’t! It’d be one thing if Katsuki only liked women, but Ochako had said that wasn’t an issue with other hires. Izuku was at least as hot as Camie. He knew he had that cute, “innocent” look going for him that had always made it easy for him to get the guys he wanted at his last jobs.
Oh.
Maybe that was the issue. Maybe he looked too innocent.
Well, Izuku could fix that.
He didn’t bother waiting until Friday like Camie had. On Tuesday, all of Izuku’s co-workers’ mouths dropped when he walked into the office in the skinniest pencil skirt he could find on such short notice and bright green stilettos. His top wasn’t as sheer as Camie’s had been, what with it being one of his normal white button-ups, but it was tight as hell and he’d opted to not wear an undershirt. Izuku didn’t need a mirror to know how good his thick thighs looked in the skirt or that the heels did wonders for his already perfect ass. He could see it reflected in the eyes of his staring colleagues.
They didn’t matter to Izuku. All he wanted to see was Katsuki’s reaction.
Imagine Izuku’s frustration when he realized that Katsuki was already in a meeting. He waited and waited, but Katsuki’s door remained closed. The blinds were even shut so there was no way Mr. Bakugou could see how amazing Izuku looked from his desk.
No, this wouldn’t do. Izuku hadn’t spent half an hour this morning shaving his legs to be ignored yet again.
“Ochako,” Izuku poked his head over their cubicles. “Did you turn in that Stain file yet?”
The brunette’s eyebrows furrowed. “Um, no? It’s also not due until tomorrow, so I haven’t started on that cursed client.”
Izuku bit back an annoyed noise. “Here, give it to me. I can finish it for you.”
Uraraka wolf whistled. “You really want that dick.” She picked up and handed a huge file over to Izuku as he choked on his own saliva when she whispered loudly, “It is a really good dick.”
“It is.” Camie added as she walked by.
Izuku chose to ignore both of them as he accepted the file. The file was huge. The client had, uh, a very shady past and finding a way to market him now was difficult for even the best that UA had to offer. The file had already been in five other people’s hands before it made its way to Uraraka and everyone expected her to fail with it just like the others.
Izuku had a plan written up in two hours.
In all that time, Katsuki still hadn’t left his office. Lunch had come and gone, which meant whoever he was talking to must be very important.
Which also meant that what Izuku was about to do was extremely risky.
Izuku knocked as he simultaneously opened the door to Katsuki’s office. “Mr. Bakugou?”
Katsuki looked away from the television screen that showed a conference table full of important looking business people, obviously in the middle of a video conference.
“What!”
The second Katsuki’s eyes met Izuku, his face changed instantly. His office-famous scowl turned into a look of surprise. His eyes traveled from the ground up to the tip of Izuku’s head and then back down again. Then those eyes narrowed; his boss’ tongue quickly darting out to lick his lips in an obviously confident way.
Jackpot.
“I just wanted to drop off the Stain file, Mr. Bakugou. With it being such a, ah, well-known client, I figured you’d want to begin implementing a plan as soon as it was completed.”
Katsuki’s eyes had widened briefly in surprise at the name Stain, but he otherwise didn’t miss a beat.
“Excellent,” he responded gruffly while holding out his hand to accept the file.
Izuku handed it over quickly, pushing down his desire to make their fingers touch in the hand off. He didn’t waste a second leaving the office.
After all, he’d accomplished his mission.
Katsuki had definitely seen him this time.
Izuku was beginning to doubt himself again. Was his play earlier really enough? It was nearly four pm and Katsuki still hadn’t left his office. Now, Izuku had no problem staying late if that’s what he needed to do (he was more than happy to stay all night if it was with Katsuki), but would Katsuki even remember their earlier exchange? What if—whatever that meeting was about left Katsuki too exhausted to look at Izuku’s plan? Or what if he just went home afterwards?
As hot as Izuku looked, he was not wearing this outfit again tomorrow. His feet were already killing him.
“You!”
Izuku nearly jumped out of his skin at the familiar voice. He spun in his chair to see Katsuki pointing at him. Still, Izuku pointed to himself in question.
“Yes, you. My office. Now.”
Izuku had never gotten out of his chair faster. He was lucky he didn’t trip on his own heels. When Izuku stepped into the office, he closed the door behind him. The blinds were still shut and he couldn’t stop the shiver of anticipation that traveled through him.
“Who wrote this plan?”
Katsuki’s voice was terse and to the point. Izuku straightened his back.
“I did.”
“And you are,” Katsuki opened the file and squinted at one of the printed pages inside. “Deku?”
“Izuku,” he corrected, cheeks suddenly a little hot. “Midoriya, Izuku.”
Did Katsuki really not even know his name!
Katsuki scowled at Izuku’s response. “I’ve never hired anyone by that name. Who are you? How long have you been here?”
Izuku bristled and couldn’t stop himself from crossing his arms across his chest and jutting out a hip. “I’ve been here for five weeks and I was sent from the temporary agency you work with.”
The blond suddenly relaxed. He even gave out a bark of a laugh as he leaned back in his chair.
“A temp? You’re telling me a temp did this level of work?”
“Yes.”
They held each other's gaze for a long moment before Katsuki’s face turned serious.
“Right. Then, you’re in charge of this client.” Katsuki looked away from Izuku with fake casualness. “You’re dismissed.”
“No thank you.”
Katsuki’s head snapped upwards. “Excuse me?”
“I don’t want to work on the case.”
“Excuse me?”
“That plan I made was for at least the next three months. I don’t plan to work here that long.”
“And you won’t be working here for another day if you refuse to work on this case.”
“That’s fine,” Izuku said coolly. “Then I quit.”
He turned to leave when Katsuki’s voice stopped him. Just like he knew he would.
“What is this? Some play for more money? Fine, we can hire you as a permanent employee. Name your starting price.”
Izuku turned around with an innocent smile. “Oh, this isn’t about a permanent position. I was hoping to work at a minimum of three more companies by the end of the year…but I might be persuaded to stay here longer.”
Katsuki ground his teeth. “I said, ‘name your price.’”
Izuku didn’t answer.
Instead, he walked forward, heels clacking against the floor, and around Katsuki’s desk. He placed one hand on his boss’ shoulder and spun him around to face him. Katsuki’s face didn’t waver; his eyes serious, calculating, powerful even when he was looking up at Izuku. Izuku wrapped both arms around Katsuki’s neck and leaned forward so he was right in the manager’s face.
“I want you to fuck me. If your dick is as good as they say, maybe , I’ll stay.”
A second of silence passed and then Katsuki’s mouth widened in a predatory grin.
“Is that all?”
“Think you can handle it, Katsuki?”
Without warning, two hands were gripping Izuku at the back of his thighs and his ass was hoisted onto the desk in one smooth motion. Izuku forgot how to breathe but he didn’t give Katsuki the satisfaction of an obvious reaction.
“Who are you calling Katsuki? I’m your boss, ain’t I?”
Izuku looked down at his “boss” with disapproving eyes, even as his skin burned under the rough fingertips making their way up his bare legs to the edge of his skirt.
“Is that what you want me to call you? ‘Boss?’” Izuku ran a hand through silky blond spikes like an adult would a child and the idea struck him. “I don’t know, you seem more like a ‘Kacchan.’”
If possible, Katsuki’s fiery eyes burned brighter.
“The fuck is a Kacchan?” He growled, as he leaned forward, chair now tucked between Izuku’s legs. His skirt rode up as Katsuki spread his legs.
“It suits you.” Izuku’s voice remained neutral, but the fire under his skin had turned to ice as little goosebumps raised on his exposed thighs. He couldn’t stop his body from giving away how excited he was. Not that it mattered, Izuku’s erection was more than obvious at this point.
Obvious enough that Katsuki realized something very important, if he wasn’t a little late to the party.
“No underwear at work? In this skirt?”
Izuku shrugged but didn’t let go of his death grip on the edge of the desk. “I—I didn’t want panty lines.
“Can’t have that.” Katsuki whispered reverently as his hands made their way under what was left of Izuku’s skirt and gripped at his hips from beneath it.
Then, his head did the same.
“Oh!” Izuku moaned a little louder than he meant to as Katsuki took all of Izuku’s cock in his mouth at once. “Ah—Ka—Kacchan!”
Fuck. Izuku had gotten his fair share of blow jobs, but he’d never had someone just swallow him whole. And that’s what Katsuki did, devour him. There was no teasing, no tentative licks, no preamble. Katsuki went for it; drank Izuku in like he was water and it took all Izuku had not to cum immediately.
“Ha—Ah—” Izuku couldn’t keep his mouth shut, but he was no louder than the sinful sucking sounds Katsuki’s mouth made as he continued to deep-throat him.
How long could Izuku last like this?
He didn’t have to find out.
Katsuki pulled off Izuku’s dick, probably for air. Except, that wasn’t it. Izuku was pushed back further on the desk, skirt hiked up to the hips, cock straight into the air. Two hands pulled his ass cheeks apart.
Izuku moaned as he felt Katsuki’s tongue licked the sensitive skin around his asshole. Was he—oh yes he was! Izuku moaned again as Katsuki stuck his tongue inside of him. He’d watched porn of this, but he hadn’t—he hadn’t tried it yet and—
“Fuckkkkk,” Izuku groaned, head lolling to one side. He let his body fall backwards onto the desk, cheek landing against a familiar folder full of papers. He didn’t think as he lifted one of his legs to wrap around Katsuki’s shoulders, sharp stiletto digging into his boss’ back.
Katsuki pulled away, head coming up from between Izuku’s legs for the first time. “Watch it with those things.”
“Why?” Izuku tried to tease, but his voice was breathless. “Kacchan can’t take a little—a little pain?”
The blonde growled at the challenge, going so far as to stand from his chair and to tighten his grip on Izuku’s ass checks until they nearly hurt. “You like it rough, Deku?”
Oh shit, Izuku didn’t realize his cock could get harder.
“The rougher the better.”
So maybe he shouldn’t have said that.
With nothing but the saliva from the earlier rim job as lube, Katsuki stuck two fingers straight into Izuku’s ass. He hissed at the sudden intrusion. It was only a couple of fingers; he’d fucked completely dry once, though he’d rather not do it again anytime soon. Before Izuku could say so aloud, however, he saw Katsuki pull out a condom and what was probably a bottle of lube from his desk.
“You—ah—fuck in—in your office often?” Izuku again tried to tease, but the fingers inside him interrupted his question with bouts of overwhelming pleasure.
“Only with needy sluts like you.”
Yup, Izuku could still get harder.
The fingers in his ass were nice and all, but Izuku couldn’t help but bite at his lower lip impatiently as he watched Katsuki pull out his perfect cock from his pants. He watched with hungry eyes as Katsuki put on the condom one-handed like he’d had practice and then he covered himself in lube. Then Katsuki removed his fingers.
Yes, yes, finally. Finally! He’d been waiting for this for so long.
But instead of inserting himself in Izuku’s ass, Katsuki pulled Izuku towards him . Izuku yelped in surprise, certain he was about to fall off the desk. He didn’t have to worry about that. Katsuki lifted Izuku’s legs, basically folding him in half before he shoved his cock inside of Izuku’s ass without warning.
Izuku screamed.
It was better than they said. They—they had said Kacchan’s dick was perfect, that he was the best fuck they’d ever had, but it was better than that. It was so much better than perfect.
Izuku had been lying when he said he would consider staying for three months if Katsuki could make it worth his while but—but if he could have this dick for that long? Oh god, imagine riding it—
“Fuck, why are you muttering?” Katsuki grunted in Izuku’s ear as he continued to thrust into Izuku’s ass so hard the desk shook.
Izuku went to bring his hand up to block him mouth but one of Katsuki’s hands shot out to stop him.
“Don’t stop.”
Izuku dug his teeth further into his lip but nodded before moaning loudly.
“So—so good! Been—been thinking about this—for so long. Why? Why so looonng? Why wouldn’t—why wouldn’t you fuck me?”
“I only fuck the employees that need to be tamed.” Katsuki thrusted extra roughly at the last word. “Missed you ‘cuz I didn’t hire you.”
What did cumming immediately at that statement say about Izuku? He couldn’t really think about it too hard though, as his orgasm overtook him, sudden and overwhelming. His black skirt got covered in spurts of white cum. A thrust later, Katsuki pulled out. He ripped the condom off his cock and jerked his dick until Izuku was covered in his cum too.
They were both panting when they finished. Izuku was a mess, but even Katsuki’s hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. His boss stared down at him for a second as if mentally taking a picture before Katsuki reached down into his desk again and pulled out a towel. Seriously, this guy was too prepared for fucking in his office.
“Do we have a deal?”
Straight back to business.
“Deal.”
“I’ll see you here at work tomorrow.”