Work Text:
Barista Katsuki is hot. He has the best tits, the best ass, and the best face. He knows this for a fact and he refuses to hide his assets under an ugly Star/bucks uniform so he had his tailored to his size, accentuating his boobs and his ass. It makes for great business since lots of thirsty people line up just to shoot their shot with him. Needless to say, Katsuki has high standards. He turns down extras left and right no matter how well they flirt or no matter how rich they are cause it's hard to please Katsuki
Cue Izuku, who's sleepy as hell. It's 7 AM and he just got off a flight and was heading to a business meeting in a nearby building and he spotted a Star/bucks on his way there. As to why this company wanted to have a meeting this early is beyond him. He hates mornings, so he decides to stop by and grab a latte or something strong to shake himself awake. He's a little astonished as to why the line was so long here. And why most of the people in queue were super well-dressed. Some holding flowers?
Is there a funeral nearby?
Why are so many people awake this early? He wonders.
He stands in line like the rest and is puzzled why people are glaring at him. Actually, people are glaring at each other. Izuku doesn't really get it, so he pulls out his tablet and goes over the business proposal the company had sent him. His presence in the meeting was vital since their rival company is surprisingly trying to propose a merger over a project. He checks the documents and keeps himself occupied while the line moves forward. He doesn't even notice when it's his turn at the counter.
'Are you gonna quit mumbling, genius?'
Izuku looks up to see the source of the angry voice and he's met with the sight of a... a very attractive blonde.
'Uhh...' He kind of short-circuits. Is it possible for people to be this hot? God those arms... those tits!
The blonde's tits are squeezed together by strong arms crossed over the bombshell's chest. Izuku's eyes trail slightly towards a name tag. 'Katsuki' is what it says.
'Hello? Earth to nerd? You asleep or something?' The hot blonde says gruffly, snapping his fingers in front of Izuku like he's a toddler.
Izuku tries to get his bearings. He really does, but it's not every day he meets people this beautiful. He's so sure he's probably drooling right now.
'Oi! Quit holding the line up. Order or get the fuck out of here!'
'R-right! Uhm right order, yes sure Kacchan!'
'Kach- What the fuck?!'
'Ack- I mean... Americano!'
The blonde just looks at him like he's crazy and Izuku can feel his cheeks burning. God, what an awful start.
'An Americano? That's it?'
'Yeah, hehe.' Izuku chuckles embarrassingly, scratching his chin for some self-soothing.
'Well, at least that'll wake you up. Tch, shitty nerd.' Izuku hears the blonde mumble the last part.
'Exactly! I uh need a little morning boost y'know?'
'Whatever.'
Izuku watches the blonde prepare his drink. As the barista moves animatedly behind the counter, Izuku is able to see more of the blonde's overall features. He has such a tiny waist, his apron hugs his figure just right, perfectly leading down a nice set of ass. Izuku clears his throat and looks away. He is NOT about to pop a boner here. The blonde returns with his drink and offers it to him.
'Americano for the shitty nerd.' the blonde smirks at him. It's only then that Izuku realizes he never mentioned whether he wanted it iced or not.
'Oh! It's warm, thank you!'
'Yeah, figured you'd want something /hot/ to drink.'
Was Izuku going crazy? Did the blonde just... flirt with him?
No. NO. That couldn't be true right? The blonde holds his gaze but his smirk disappears the longer Izuku remains quiet.
'Tch, well is that all, shithead?' the blonde sort of deflates. Izuku needs to say something. The barista looks disappointed. He should flirt back, right? RIGHT? He panics.
'Uhhh hmm! C-can I get a shot of breast milk?'
What?
shit
no
NO!
'Did you just say... breast mi-'
'NO! No... I mean uh, I uhm! Ahh!'
Izuku wants the ground to swallow him whole. He's sputtering like an idiot, flailing his arms like a lunatic. Why did he have to be looking at the barista's boobs when he said that? Will he think he's a perv? The blonde doesn't look angry at least? And Izuku feels too hot, he's sweating like crazy and he has his arms covering his face defensively.
'Heh.' The blonde smirks once again. 'Well, sorry to burst your bubble but we only serve breastmilk from the source.' Izuku looks up.
Did that just work? His stupid, dumb MISTAKE JUST WORKED??! Before he could respond, the blonde hands him a piece of paper and leans forward. 'If you still want some of that breastmilk, then give me a call, nerd.' Izuku hears a whole lot of groaning and screaming from the back.
/Damn it!/
/Seriously????!!!/
/What just happened/
/This can't be happening/
/I was here every day for 2 months!/
The people behind Izuku were complaining and in various stages of freaking out.
'Deal with it, you fucking extras! If you all aren't gonna order then get out.' The blonde cusses as if it's not bad for business to just turn people away, all the while, leaving broken hearts and probably, a few shattered dreams in his wake. Izuku just hit the fucking jackpot!
'I kind of like pathetic, stuttering losers.'
'Uhmm, thanks? Uh well, see you around Kacchan?'
'Yeah, get out of here. You're bad for business... and call me or whatever.' Izuku can see the tips of the blonde's ears turn red. He feels wide awake, even without the coffee. He feels giddy, like a teenager all over again.
'Of course, Kacchan!'
He says cheerfully.
Izuku just got himself a boyfriend.
In the most stupid, most unexpected way possible.
He's begun dating the blonde shortly after and he now makes it a habit to stop by the Star/bucks where his Kacchan works.
'Hi! Can I get a Latte, please? And an extra shot of breastmilk too.' He flirts(fails)
'Stop with the cringey lines, stupid Deku.' He chastises but the blush on his face gives him away. Izuku knows Kacchan by now and he knows he likes his dorky one-liners. He's proud to have the sexiest, hottest barista in town as his boyfriend.
-End-