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“We’ve had modern-day printers for almost a century now. Why can literally nobody figure out how to make them work?” Aizawa growled in displeasure as the latest victim moped out of the building with his tail between his legs. Izuku regarded him with pity as many a repair man had entered and departed this building carrying no other burden than failure.

While it was common knowledge that the only way to repair a broken printer was to get a new one, his manager Aizawa wasn’t having any of that. The business was a bank, sure, but it was a bank that had just built a new location. There just wasn’t the petty cash for buying a brand new, eight-hundred dollar printer.

That didn’t change the fact that they needed a working printer. While every business around was moving to go paperless, that just couldn’t be true for Izuku’s little bank. Printing checks and statements were always a necessary evil, so it wasn’t negotiable. They needed a working printer.

With their warranty, service calls were free so, like contenders squaring off with a sword stuck in a stone, repairman after repairman was called to the stage to try and get this villain of a printer to finally work.

With each consecutive failure, Aizawa grew surlier and surlier, and Izuku knew it was only a matter of time before he blew up at someone—hopefully the repairmen, but it would likely be Izuku.

Izuku was the customer service manager at his bank, and it was up to him to call the printer company and have them send out more and more cannon fodder*. Izuku didn’t mind, but the problem was that he always had to go monitor the repair process, as the printer lived and bred its evil in a location where sensitive customer information was stored.

Izuku would go into the copy room time and time again, only to watch the chosen victim of the day enter with hope and come out a broken man. The printer would look on impassively as it successfully snuffed out their fire one by one with it’s resolve to remain useless.

Izuku sat at his desk, on hold and frustrated to no end because Aizawa had been less than kind about the printer situation the last time they’d spoken about it. He was ready to throw in the towel and demand that they just replace the thing already. The moment President Nedzu found out that they weren’t printing customer checks because of a broken printer, they were all likely to be written up.

This was going to be Izuku’s final attempt. There was no other way. His soul was too weary to continue, and in the copy room, sitting on the table like some sort of displeased god, the printer remained strong in its resolve not to work. Izuku would smash the thing to bits himself at this point if only to wipe the smug look off of its plastic, mechanical face.

“Hello! HZ Printing company. I’m Mina! How can I be of assistance today?!” The voice on the line was too cheery and grated at Izuku’s already frayed nerves. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep, calming breath before speaking.

“My name is Midoriya Izuku and I’m calling from UA Bank Musutafu. We’ve requested several service calls with your company for the repair of our main printer. I need to request another, as the previous ones have been unsuccessful.”

“Ah, alright! Let me look you up.” There was a long pause before the chipper woman spoke again, this time sounding much less sure than before. “Sir, there are sixty-seven service calls that have been dispatched to your business, none of which have been successful in repairing the printer. Are you sure it’s a problem that can be fixed?”

“I’m absolutely certain it can’t be fixed, ma’am.”

She paused, likely caught off guard by the confidence in Izuku’s statement. “Wait, what—”

He ran an agitated hand through his green, curly hair. “Sorry, Mina-san. Could you just send someone out?” Izuku sighed in exhaustion. “This will be the last time we call. I just need it on record that we tried one last time.”

Mina was silent for a moment before she spoke again, her tone low and conspiratorial now. “Well. . . We might have one last resort for you. He’s our best, but we don’t usually send him out since there have been multiple complaints about his conduct—” She had Izuku at best.

“Send him,” Izuku said fervently.

“Alright! Would you like to schedule the repair for today?”

Izuku scheduled the appointment for as soon as humanly possible and, after a whirlwind of rush hour, cash drama, and angry customers who couldn’t get their bank checks printed, the appointment time was upon them. The moment the clock struck eleven, a ripped man carrying a toolbox, a backpack, and a laptop case stormed into the bank, his hair a pale blonde and his eyes on fire with what was unmistakably rage.

He looked pissed. Like. . .   livid. Like his face could give Aizawa’s a run for his money.

Izuku blinked, watching as the man looked around the bank, an ugly scowl on his otherwise beautiful face. He wore near-white khakis and a black, long-sleeved, v-neck sweater that had the HZ logo on the upper right hand corner. He was definitely the printer guy, but Izuku was almost scared to call out to him.

He didn’t have to, because the man didn’t seem shy in the least.

“Where the fuck is the manager at?” he screamed at all the tellers in the lanes. They cowered under his scathing gaze, and he sneered at them in disgust. He took out a clipboard and squinted at it. “Fuckin’ Midoriya Deku or whatever—”

Izuku. Izuku.

“A-Ah, yes. That’s me,” Izuku said, waving nervously from his desk next to the teller area. “I’m Midoriya Izuku.” he stressed, painfully reminded of the other way one could read his name. “I’m the customer service manager.”

The blonde scowled in his direction and stormed up to the desk, slapping the clipboard onto the granite surface, leaning against it and pointing at the text on the paper attached. “Whatever, Deku. You think this is fuckin’ funny? Your printer is obviously fucked, yet you’re calling me out on this fuckin’ wild goose chase? You think I got nothin’ better to do with my goddamn time, you shit-ass nerd?”

Izuku’s eye twitched at the terrible manners and even more disdainful attitude. He wasn’t usually short with people, even to the most disagreeable of customers, but this guy was a real piece of work, wasn’t he?

Nevertheless, he had to remain personable and set a good example for his team. He wasn’t really the combative type anyway. “My apologies, sir—”

“Bakugou Katsuki.”

“Bakugou-san, then.” He looked up and gave his most confident smile, making sure it was unwavering in the man’s explosive presence. “I understand it’s a difficult situation. If you feel like you will be unable to be of assistance, feel free to leave and send someone else—”

Izuku was cut off as Bakugou’s other hand slammed down onto the desk, his eyes narrowed dangerously in Izuku’s direction. “You lookin’ down on me now? I didn’t say I fuckin’ couldn’t fix it, nerd.”

“Oh?” Izuku said, amused at the man’s confidence and just a tad excited. None of the pawns from before had been so confident about their ability to fix the printer—not like this guy was. Izuku found himself intrigued. “You’re quite certain you can succeed where sixty-seven others failed?”

Bakugou leaned forward, grinning now and pushing confidently into Izuku’s space. “You gonna make it worth my while if I fix a printer that sixty-seven others couldn’t?”

Izuku couldn’t stop his own amused smile—couldn’t stop the biting of his lower lip at the low, playful tone in the man’s voice. He couldn’t help but notice the way the other was looking at him like prey about to be devoured, and somehow, Izuku felt a little exposed. He wasn’t a child anymore, and after a long series of completely missing the memo, Izuku was starting to recognize when he was being flirted with. He wasn’t one-hundred percent certain with this guy, but he would not be opposed to it if that were true.

It was a little unprofessional to be the manager of a bank and indulge in personal endeavors, but this guy was actually really. . . really attractive, and Izuku hadn’t been intimate with anyone in almost a year now.

Just the way the guy looked at Izuku made him squirm in his seat.

“You’re paid hourly, right?” Izuku said in response, biting his lip just a little, unable to control the way his body leaned forward or the way his eyes lingered on the tight v-neck that hugged his chiseled biceps and pecs in just the right way. God, were those nipple bumps ? How cold was it in here? Hnngh.

“No tip, then?” Bakugou said, his smirk widening. Izuku’s lips parted at the obvious innuendo going on here, and his face started to get very, very warm. Not good. He was at work, but there was no denying that this guy was clearly flirting.

He shot up in a panic, knocking his chair back and sending it crashing to the floor in his haste. “U-Um. I’ll lead you to the copy room. I’ll have to be in there with you while you work because there is customer information stored there. C-Come on.”

Izuku quickly exited the teller area to lead Bakugou to the room, trying to clear his mind. He could almost feel those eyes on his back as they walked. He wanted to hide, to get out of here, to get out of here with him, but that was bad. That was wrong. He could lose his job for something like this, right? Maybe he should just ask him out and get it over with already.Izuku shook his head furiously, probably looking weird now. Absolutely not. He was going to have to maintain a professional demeanor and ignore Bakugou’s flirting. The man was here to fix a printer and absolutely nothing else.

Izuku just sincerely hoped Bakugou could do it. He really didn’t want to be the one to tell Aizawa that they had to buy a new one.

He opened the door to the copy room and let Bakugou in first before shutting the door behind them. Paper and cabinets lined the walls, and Izuku felt a little embarrassed by how messy it was at this point— the battles held here had been bloody ones, and an entire garbage can of toner cartridges lay abused and discarded from the multiple attempts to tame this beast.

Speaking of which... Izuku eyed it. The smug bastard that was their garbage printer sitting in the corner: HZ All For One 360—the stupidest play on the term All-In-One Izuku had ever heard. It didn’t even make sense.

Izuku glared at it, almost feeling amusement radiating from its shitty ventilation system. The aura radiating from it was ominous, like it was daring Izuku to try conquering it once again. But Izuku didn’t care. At this point, it was about pride, and for the first time since this started, he was with Aizawa in the man’s resolve to fix this goddamn thing once and for all.

Bakugou seemed to notice the change of atmosphere in the room because his face also turned dark as he looked at the printer.

“This is the culprit, huh?” Bakugou sneered, sauntering over to the printer and carelessly opening it up, looking down on it with a sneer. “Doesn’t look so tough.”

“That’s what you think, and then it takes everything the repairmen have and devours their souls,” Izuku said darkly.

Bakugou sighed and scratched his head, squaring his shoulders as he steeled his resolve. “Yeah, yeah. Let me see for myself what I’m working with, here.

Izuku’s eyes couldn’t help but linger as Bakugou bent over the insides of the printer, those khakis looking just a little too tight, as he could make out the shape of every nook and cranny— and oh jeez. Was that his bulge? Was he even wearing any underwear? Was that his dick going halfway down his leg?

Izuku felt his arousal start to build as he looked on. Bakugou’s sure hand as he navigated his way inside the printer excited him in a way he hadn’t felt in months. Apparently, a man who knew his way around a printer was the most attractive thing in the world, and Izuku salivated as he listened to Bakugou talk about his findings.

“Well, no fucking shit it doesn’t work,” he said, on his laptop now, each clack of his long, sexy fingers on the keys like little explosions of heat all over Izuku’s body. “The A5 setting is programmed to B4.”

Izuku had no idea what any of that meant, and the cloud of arousal forming in his head was making it hard to think rationally, but he nodded in acknowledgement anyway. “O-Oh really?”

“Yeah, some fucking dumbass in your office must have fucked with it at some point and screwed it up. It’s really fucked up, Deku. Having all those idiots from HZ come out only made it worse.”

Okay, you can call me Deku in that sexy voice, I don’t care. “But aren’t you from HZ?”

“I’m a programmer from HZ, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how fucking stupid the rest of ‘em are. They swapped the drawer pull on your teller program and now it’s fucked, man. We’re gonna have to install a new driver and reprogram your printing settings on the teller program.”

Yes, talk printer to me. Oh my god. “So you’re gonna have to talk to Network Plaza?”

“Fuck that. I can do it faster than those idiots anyway,” Bakugou said, setting up his laptop on the table beside the printer and typing away at it. He pulled out a disc labeled “One For All” and inserted it into his laptop. “This driver should do what we need. When the manufacturer drivers don’t work, this one always pulls through. My teacher back in college gave it to me. His name is Yagi Toshinori and is the most brilliant programmer I’ve ever met. Don’t fucking forget it.”

“W-Wouldn’t dream of it.” Izuku squirmed where he stood, his cock swelling in his fitted business slacks. Bakugou was so confident—so capable. He wasn’t confused at all and was able to deduce the problem just by looking at the printer. Apparently he could repair it, too. It was a printer. This was singlehandedly the sexiest situation Izuku had ever found himself in. His dick started twitching excitedly against the fabric of his slacks, and he surreptitiously rubbed his thighs together, wanting any friction he could manage right now. He didn’t often indulge his sexual urges, but Izuku had never wanted to blow someone so badly in his entire life.

Bakugou’s body was like a historic sculpture, put on display for Izuku to admire the history and the detail, his arms almost as powerful as his thighs. His waist met at a nearly perfect vee point, and Izuku wondered how such a beautiful man found himself in programming work. He was too beautiful to be a nerd, right?

But Bakugou could be a fabled hot nerd, right? Maybe Izuku was being a bit discriminatory. Nerds could be hot, but he’d never actually met one until now. He licked his lips, framing Bakugou’s ass in the square of his fingers as the man worked, trying to burn the image of that firm, perky ass to his long-term memory before it disappeared forever.

God, he wanted to play with it. . . take a bite out of it, and that bulge. What was he packing, there? Eight inches? Nine? Izuku had never taken a dick that big, but he wanted to try. His ass practically ached for it. Izuku had no doubt Printer Daddy could make all of his nasty dreams come true. . .

Was it Izuku’s imagination, or was Bakugou’s bulge getting bigger? He swore he could see it swelling in those tight khakis as he watched.

He really shouldn’t be thinking about these kinds of things now, though. He was an adult. He had self control. Midoriya Izuku didn’t lust after people while at work. He barely managed to flirt with people outside of it. No, he needed to calm down. This was the worst time to get heated up like this. His pants weren’t loose, by any means . Izuku leaned against the table, spreading his legs a bit to relieve the pressure of the erection confined in his pants. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to free it from the weird position it’d found itself in without actually rearranging his junk.

The movement didn’t escape Bakugou, it seemed, and Izuku’s blush spread to his neck as those crimson eyes fell on his form, scanning him from head to toe. Izuku realized he was full on tenting, now. It was so obvious, and he just knew Bakugou’s sexy red eyes had lingered on his crotch for a moment.

Izuku was mortified. He could feel his entire body going red because he was fucking caught . He looked down and watched his own dick twitch as though raising a hand, in glee. Traitor!

After a moment, Bakugou shook his head and turned back to the computer. “I’m going to need you to log into your teller program for me over here.”

“R-Right,” Izuku said, appreciating the shift of Bakugou’s back muscles under his tight black shirt as he stretched. The blonde looked back at him and glowered.

“You think I got all fuckin’ day, Deku? Get your ass over here.”

Mmm. . . yes, Printer Daddy. My ass is yours—

No! Control yourself, Izuku!

He hobbled over to where Bakugou stood as gracefully as walking with an uncomfortable erection would allow and placed himself in front of the laptop, impressed that Bakugou already had the program installed and functional on his personal laptop (and mildly concerned about the actual security of this bank). He could feel Bakugou’s eyes on him now, and he lowered himself to the level of the computer, swallowing thickly, as this placed his ass in the air while Bakugou stood directly behind him.

Like this, it was possible that Bakugou could see the state of his arousal even more clearly than before, and Izuku blushed at the thought, knowing he would either find Izuku disgusting or, the much better alternative; find Izuku as hot as Izuku found him (not an easy feat, mind you). Izuku would prefer the latter, but he wouldn’t be disappointed if Bakugou didn’t take the bait. Izuku was just lucky he was able to witness such printer prowess firsthand, and he would write extensively about this meeting in his journals so that it would be immortalized for life.

But he was going to hope to every deity out there that Bakugou somehow found him attractive, too.

In a moment of recklessness, Izuku bent over farther and spread his legs in a brazen display of hedonism. He bared everything for Bakugou’s eyes to feast on as he logged into the program. He arched his back, lifting his hips as much as he dared, and the wicked blush on his face grew as he could nearly feel Bakugou’s eyes on him. He was about to stand up straight again, but he found himself trapped as Bakugou leaned over him, placing his hand over Izuku’s and navigating the mouse for him.

Izuku tried to watch what Bakugou was doing, but it was difficult with the way the blonde was practically occupying the same space as him, his chest flush against Izuku’s back. Their hips pressed together, affirming that it was indeed the latter of the two options, and Bakugou was just as hard as he was. He’d never felt so relieved and elated and excited.

Bakugou found him hot, or he at least found this situation hot. Izuku bit his lip harshly and couldn’t stop himself from pressing back, feeling Bakugou’s huge, thick cock straining against those absolutely illegal khakis and sandwiched snuggly between Izuku’s cheeks.

“See?” Bakugou said directly into his ear. His voice was quiet, as though this was a secret between the two of them. “Some asshat really fucked up your settings here,” he said, pointing to the code now visible on the screen. “A5 used to be used for printing your checks and your envelopes, and now it’s linked to your legal sized drawer—”

Izuku salivated, the assured way Bakugou went on about printer jargon scrambling his brain but not enough for Izuku to realize he, himself may have been that very asshat that fucked up the settings. He wasn’t about to admit to that, now was he? He was too preoccupied at the moment. The way Bakugou punctuated his words with a firm thrust of his hips wasn’t helping the situation. He couldn’t stop the small sounds from bubbling in his throat, and he definitely couldn’t stop the arching of his back as large hands pulled his dress shirt from his waistband and smoothed up his abdomen and along his chest. Why did printer talk sound so dirty coming from this man’s mouth?

In the next moment, Izuku shuddered as Bakugou started toying with his dick, experimenting with squeezing and rubbing through the cloth of his slacks, and kicking whatever sense Izuku had left completely out of his brain.

God, it was really happening now, right? This kind of behavior was completely inappropriate from both of them. At this point, one could argue that he was just explaining the situation to Izuku in extreme detail, but the way the blonde reached over to lock the door before he proceeded to undo Izuku’s pants and squeeze his ass cheeks was definitely against the sexual harassment policy.

But it wouldn’t be sexual harassment because Izuku wanted it. He wanted it so hard. Aizawa had been awful to him for the past three months about this printer situation, and he was so frustrated, so absolutely weary right now that if he ended up getting fucked by Printer Daddy in the copy room, he wasn’t going to feel guilty at all.

And boy, did it seem like it was heading in that direction.

Bakugou pulled Izuku up, kissing and sucking on his neck while skilled, work-hardened hands pushed his slacks and boxers down, letting his erection bob freely in the open air. Izuku’s face burned and his mouth stumbled over a weak protest, knowing he should at least try, but also knowing he wasn’t going to be stopping any of this from happening right now because he was weak, damn it. Not weak physically—Izuku worked out, thank you very much—but weak sexually, emotionally, and every other way because this guy was hot.

He was so hot.

Bakugou’s hand burned Izuku’s bare cock as he rubbed and squeezed.Already, an embarrassing amount of precome slicked the way for Bakugou’s hand as his other continued tapping away at the keys of his laptop, and Izuku swore he could feel them leaving tiny explosions in their wake, or was that just the arousal? Izuku didn’t know; all he knew was that he wanted more.

Bakugou whispered more of that sultry printer talk then, driving Izuku wild with need as he navigated the functions on the screen. He barely noticed the hand leaving his cock to dig into Bakugou’s pockets, but his intent became clear when Izuku’s hole was suddenly breached by two lube-slick fingers. Izuku barely managed to muffle his cry by covering his mouth with his hand.

“Now lets run some test prints,” Bakugou said succinctly, as though he wasn’t fingering Izuku’s asshole right now, stretching and pulling, tugging and thrusting. Izuku’s eyes rolled back when they brushed up against his prostate, and his cock twitched desperately in midair, his moans muffled behind his own fingers. “Watch this. I’m going to test your legal sized drawer.”

“Mmfffgh. . .” Izuku mumbled weakly, looking down as Bakugou ran a test print and it came out smoothly, the text legible and aligned correctly, and every margin in its place. Bakugou started thrusting his fingers in and out hard and fast once it became clear that the stretch was no longer uncomfortable for Izuku.

Izuku watched five long pages come out after that, each one modified a bit with a different setting. Bakugou used the teller program—he was testing everything to make sure it printed correctly—and Izuku was made to watch the result, made to worship this printer god that was currently inserting a third finger in his ass and being less than gentle about it.

He groaned, his face burning as he was fucked with those fingers. He didn’t care. A little bit of force just made the flame burn brighter for Izuku.

“Nngh . . ."

"Now look at this. Watch it, Deku.” Those fingers were ripped out, and Izuku felt bereft, open, clenching around nothing. He couldn’t stop his hips from canting backward, his ass desperate to be filled again. It had been so long and he couldn’t think straight anymore, but Bakugou made him watch as he changed the settings from behind and inserted an envelope into the side tray.

Izuku looked up at him with wide eyes because no. There was no way, right?

Bakugou smirked and grabbed an account from the history, placing it into the program and going to the envelope option.

He pressed F12.

The printer purred to life, and Izuku watched with bated breath as the printer pulled the offered envelope from the tray in what Izuku imagined was a sulking manner. The envelope reappeared the next moment in the output tray, and Izuku looked up at Bakugou hopefully. The blonde nodded with a smug smirk. He grabbed the envelope to see not only the address printed beautifully clear on the front but also aligned in the center as if God himself had intended it that way.

He almost came.

He might have.

But he was interrupted by what felt like a flagpole splitting his ass open. He clenched his teeth and arched his back, eyes rolling back as he gripped the printer when Bakugou took his first full thrust.

“B-Bakugou-s-sahhnn. . .”

Bakugou chuckled into his ear. “Fuck, you’re tight. Call me Katsuki.”

“K-Kacchu--hhhnn. . .”

“What the fuck did you just call me—”

“K-Kacchaahhh. . .” He couldn’t even register the name in his head beyond ‘Kaccha’ so he was just going to have to call him Kacchan; that’s how it was. He didn’t even care. The huge cock in his ass and the sensory porn of watching the printer actually work were scrambling his brain waves. It wasn’t even his fault at this point.

“I’ll. . . hnngh . . . kill you.”

Izuku panted as he was fucked to within an inch of his sanity, Bakugou’s huge cock filling him up in a way he couldn’t remember experiencing—he’d only been with a couple people, after all. He was being pinned against the printer, taken against it like some goddamn reward for fixing it. Izuku didn’t mind. If Bakugou needed a trophy for defeating HZ All For One, then Izuku would happily be his prize. He shamelessly let himself rub his dick against the plastic villain as he was fucked by the very horny Printer Daddy.

Izuku bent over the printer and wiggled his hips on the programmer’s cock, looking back at him with reverence because he’d never admired someone so much. He’d only been with the device for fifteen minutes, and it was printing drawer counts from all the tellers and color pages— two-sided documents. It was even threatening to spit out a fax.

Izuku was so impressed, so astounded by Bakugou’s brilliance. He was going to be everything the man wanted right now.

Use me however you want, Printer Daddy. . .

But Izuku must have said that part out loud because Bakugou’s thrusts faltered and he froze for a moment. Woops.

“What did you just—Ugh fuck. Why is that hot?” Bakugou growled and leaned in, nibbling on Izuku’s ear as he gladly indulged, fucking in and out of Izuku’s tight, miserably underused heat. Izuku moaned and met his thrusts, drooling as various statements and legal documents were being printed perfectly, and Bakugou chuckled in amusement. “Thought you said I wasn’t going to get a tip.”

“I never said that, mister hourly.”

“Mmm such a tease. . . Ah fuck. . . So fucking good, Deku. Didn’t know the service in this dump was so damn high standard.”

“They didn’t make me the c-customer s-service manager for nothi-hhngh! K-kacchan you’re so deep!”

“Why the fuck do you keep calling me that—Oh fuck.” Izuku couldn’t help but clench down as tight as he could, loving the intrusion within and feeling it when Bakugou rubbed against his prostate even more this way. “T-Tryna get me off quick so your company doesn’t have to keep paying me to fuck you?”

“I have the company’s best interests at heart, Kacchan.”

“Mmmhmm.. . Well, if you want it so bad, then get fuckin’ ready.”

Izuku purred and braced himself, because somehow he knew he was really gonna get it now.

He wasn’t disappointed.

Bakugou’s hips met his in violent collisions, and Izuku knew he was going to have bruises tomorrow. He didn’t care. Bakugou’s dick was reaching him so deep now, filling him up so full. He arched his back as much as he could and spread his legs wider, allowing for even further access.

He bit back his moans, not wanting to alert the rest of the bank to what was going on in here. The time they were spending wasn’t his cause of worry since it took all the other contenders at least an hour before they admitted defeat. It couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes at this point, but Kacchan’s perfect cock was skewing his perception of time, especially when it would pound deliciously into his sweet spot.

He didn’t want it to end, but the pace was brutal and it wasn’t long until he was at ecstasy’s door, pounding on it. It wouldn’t be long until that door opened, and Izuku moaned, drooling on the scanning glass now, watching his own cock jerk excitedly with each thrust, his precome dripping nastily down the side of the printer.

Bakugou didn’t seem to be in much better shape at this point. His thrusts were erratic, jerky, and he must have used up all of his control on the printer because he was slamming into Izuku mercilessly now, the messy sounds of their fucking pervading Izuku’s ears. He couldn’t believe he was letting himself get fucked by the printer guy. This was possibly the most crazy, spontaneous thing he’d ever done in his life, but there was just something about Bakugou. . .

There was something about this man with a terrible attitude that could play a printer like a fiddle—that lit a fire in Izuku and brought out all of his less than desirable traits.

“Alright, so now for the main event, right?” the blonde whispered seductively into his ear.

Izuku vaguely became aware of Bakugou navigating the options on the teller program, but he wasn’t able to focus as his insides were stirred up thoroughly with dick. He did register the husky whispering in his ear, though. There was no way he would miss that.

“Printing a check,” Bakugou said hotly. He buried his dick into Izuku as deep as it would go, and pleasurable tremors assaulted Izuku’s body. He panted, his hips jerking wildly, and his pleasure reached its peak when he saw a check exit the feed of the printer, the name and amount perfectly aligned and placed; the remitter was even visible, which was something they hadn’t had even when the printer worked.

Izuku couldn’t control his voice anymore, and his body shamelessly devoured that cock in his ass. It felt so good. Bakugou felt so good. Somehow, his expertise was exactly what Izuku wanted right now—what his body wanted. It was cathartic watching the printer work after such a long winter of barren nothingness . It was nearly euphoric to experience it up close.

And apparently being fucked at his place of work on a printer was not outside of Izuku’s moral compass, and that was something he was just going to have to live with.

He was also going to have to live with the way he was literally cumming against the side of the printer now, moaning like a slut while he came on Printer Daddy’s cock. His own jerked as it shot load after load against the white, reinforced plastic, and Izuku was kissed hotly as his body was wracked with spasms, and he moaned sweetly into Bakugou’s mouth.

“Mmm, you enjoying your special service, Deku?. . .  Yeah, clench on it while you come, you fucking nerd. Didn’t even have to touch it, did you?”

“N-Nnnnghh...”

“Nnngh, god, your ass is like, devouring me. . . Holy shit I’m gonna. . . Nngh fuck!” Bakugou yanked himself out and grabbed Izuku by the shoulder, turning him around and forcing him down to his knees.

Suddenly, Izuku was level with that huge cock that just wrecked him. It was glistening with what must have been a mixture of precome and lube, but it was shoved ruthlessly into Izuku’s mouth, anyway. Izuku groaned around the intrusion in his mouth, laving his tongue against the velvety head of Bakugou’s perfect dick, sucking hard and bobbing his head. He gripped his hand around the base and rubbed it ferociously as he teased the ridges with his tongue.

Printer Daddy liked it kinda rough, right?

Izuku licked and sucked on that cock until he could feel Bakugou’s hips jerking involuntarily, those strong hands curling tightly in his hair. He looked up, wondering why Bakugou was being gentle now, of all times. He clearly wanted it, right? Izuku grabbed Bakugou’s hand and pressed it against the back of his head insistently.

Izuku wasn’t a Disney princess. He could take a little face fucking.

Bakugou was happy to oblige.

That cock was slammed into his throat then, invading all of Izuku’s senses as it cut off his airways. His eyes flew open in surprise, and he didn’t even have time to control his gag reflex. His eyes watered as it was tested again and again with brutal thrusts, and he could feel his saliva escaping around the edges. Izuku sincerely hoped it looked sexier than how he felt right now.

He didn’t know if Bakugou was even paying attention because he was still tapping away at the settings on the printer, and while it was sexy—blowing the printer guy while he fixed the printer—Izuku would appreciate a little reassurance.

Apparently it was good enough, though, because Bakugou was very soon cumming down his throat, his cock throbbing against Izuku’s tongue as it released everything. At that point, Izuku could see his fingers fumble over the keys haphazardly, his iron control slipping as Izuku brought him off with his mouth.

Izuku did his best to swallow, rubbing Kacchan’s balls and pushing his mouth even farther onto that massive dick until his nose was buried in soft blonde hairs. He let himself gag repeatedly onto it, only popping off when the air situation became a little too real.

Izuku was yanked up once again, and while he swallowed most of it already, he still had the taste of Bakugou on his tongue when the blonde kissed him, tasting himself on Izuku’s lips shamelessly.

Bakugou pulled back and smirked, wiping his lips before moving to gather his things.

Izuku could only watch, frozen, his pants bunched up at his ankles, before he realized that Bakugou was about to go, and there was a mess on the printer now that he was going to have to clean up.

“I’ll show myself out—” Bakugou started, amusement still coloring his voice. Izuku felt panic well up in his heart again, and he grabbed him before he could escape. He hastily scribbled his number down on a sticky note and shoved it into Bakugou’s hands. He smiled at him nervously.

“C-Call me?”

Bakugou smirked and huffed a laugh, clutching the post-it before sauntering out the door… leaving it open. Leaving it open while Izuku’s pants were still at his feet.

Izuku hastily yanked up his pants and, spotting the cleaning wipes under the desk in the room, quickly cleaned up the mess that had been left on the printer (his own jizz, let's be perfectly clear). He grimaced as he tossed the wipe in the trash, hoping nobody looked too deeply into that later, and exited the room.

It occurred to Izuku on his way back to his desk that his appearance would be less than professional so he ducked into the bathroom to check and—yep. Sure as day, he looked like he’d been attacked by several bears. He sighed and went to work washing his face and putting his green curly hair into some semblance of order. It wasn’t his best, but it was just going to have to do at this point. He still had about four hours left of his shift.

He wondered if Printer Daddy would call.

Izuku had never given his number like that to anybody. If Bakugou told anyone, he would be in so much trouble. Was he going to report what happened? Would Izuku lose his job?

No. . . That guy had been way too into it. He’d been the first to flirt right off the bat when he walked through the door. He had to be at least a little interested, right?

He’d certainly seemed to like sex with Izuku.

If not, Izuku would just have to move on. He sighed, his smile bittersweet as he resumed his daily activities. At least the printer was fixed, and Izuku had gotten some much needed dick.

Walking out of his bank later that day, and seriously contemplating breaking the printer again, Izuku found himself running face first into what he thought was a brick wall and would later realize (with no moderate exploration of his hands) were wonderfully firm pectorals.

He looked up and saw Bakugou standing there, now in casual clothes and wearing his signature smirk.

“You think I’m done with you. That’s funny.”

Izuku gently squeezed his pecs, knowing that these were going to become his kryptonite. “O-Oh? You wanna go agai—Ah!” Izuku was yanked forward by the ear as Bakugou started his brisk pace down the sidewalk.

“You think I didn’t see all those fast food coupons on your desk? Like I’m gonna let you get away with eating all that fucking garbage!” He turned up his nose with a sneer. “No way in hell. I’m gonna show you what a real, home-cooked meal is, and you’re gonna like it. Got that, nerd?”

Izuku couldn’t stop his grin, even though his ear was on fire with excruciating pain. “O-Okay, but could you take a look at my printer at home?”

“Yeah, but it’ll fucking cost you! I don’t fix printers for free.”

“O-Of course!”

Edit: Omg Thank you guys so much for the response so far! I love you alll I received some fanart and wanted to share it:

This is by magnificent_catastrophe on AO3! Thank you sooo much! I love this!

These hilarious ones are from @runnimoon on twitter! I can't believe it it's so funny and perfect I love it so much! Thanks for immortalizing Izuku's lowest moment!

Wow! Feel free to send me more stuff like this if you want guys. I'll add them here xD