CW: BKDK abo, A!Bakugou, O!Deku, casual sex

Izuku's about 400 kilometers away from where he needs to go when his car just stops moving. That's just about five hours left in his many, many hour long drive. He's almost there! Almost to his mother's home cooking and warm hugs.

But not anymore, as now he's stuck on the side of the damn road. "Okay, Izuku. You can figure this out," He tells himself, trying to hype himself up and not start to panic about being stuck and lost in the middle of nowhere with very limited cell service.

Okay. He doesn't know much about cars but he knows a few things. He knows that he has coolant in his trunk, along with a little bit of oil. It's hot as hell, so hot that Izuku's already sweating even though his car just stopped running a few minutes ago.

He strips off his t shirt, leaving him in just a tank top and shorts. He steps outside and pops open his hood, pushing it so that it will stay up. Sweat drips off of Izuku's brow, and he's pretty sure that he's never been more confused in his entire life.

Everything in the engine looks like a gnarled metal maze. Even the parts with pictures don't make sense! "Dammit!" Izuku hisses. He's already hot, cranky and a little scared, and the fact that he feels completely helpless and stupid doesn't help. Izuku knows plenty of things,

and he guesses that it's just his shit luck that cars isn't one of them. "Don't panic, Don't panic," He tells himself, forcing his breaths to come deeply and slowly. He checks his phone and swears at the lack of service. If he walks far enough, he's sure that he'll get service

again and then he'll be able to call a tow truck or his mom or SOMEONE that can come help him. Yup. That's what he'll do. He reaches into his car to grab the things he'll need, and finds that his wallet has fallen in-between the seats of his car. He puts his knee up

on his seat to really lean down and try and get into the small crack. He groans in frustration. His fingers are so close to reaching, he's so close to being on his way and being out of this oven of a broken down car.

He must look a sight, ass sticking out all bent over.

That's exactly what he looks like when a car pulls up next to him and says, "Do you need help?"

Izuku yelps, jumping and banging his head on the roof of the car. His hand immediately flies to the back of his head, holding the spot he's just hurt. "Ow!"

"Shit man, you alright?" The driver of the car asks. Izuku turns around and opens his mouth to say yes, but his words get stuck in his throat.

This man might be the sexiest man he's ever seen.

He's got blonde unruly hair that's tied up in an orange bandanna around his head. His eyes are big and a deep red color, like nothing Izuku's ever seen before. His lips are full and pink and the muscles in his neck are straining with the way he's leaning out of his window.

His arms are thick and muscled, and his hands look almost big enough to wrap around Izuku's waist. The man furrows his brow, giving Izuku an incredulous look. "Hello? Anyone home in there?"

Izuku blinks, trying to snap himself out of the trance he's been in.

"Oh! Yeah! I'm okay! I, uh, just had my car break down."

The man gives him a grin that's both knowing and unbelievably sexy and then he pulls up and parks his old muscle car on the shoulder of the road in front of Izuku's own. "Well, lucky for you, I'm a fuckin' mechanic."

The guy says as he gets out of the car. His jeans are slung low on his hips and he hooks his fingers into the belt loops of his jeans and hikes them up as he strides over to where Izuku's standing. "I'll take a look for ya." The man gives him a wink right before he

leans over Izuku's engine. It is... the most cocky thing Izuku has ever seen. It should disgust him, set him off. This man reeks of an alpha in his prime. Izuku is normally turned off by this type of man, but this guy is something else. "Look anywhere you want," is what he says.

His mother would be appalled at his flirty behavior. She'd yell at him and tell him that he can't just go walking around flirting with strangers, especially strangers in small towns who pull up to his broken down car while he has no cell phone service.

"What's your name?" Izuku asks, trying as hard as he can to not get distracted by the way the guy's back muscles move as he pokes and prods the insides of Izuku's car.

"Bakugou," the guy says. "I own a shop down the road in the next town over."

"Oh! Great! I'm Midoriya," Izuku says. To him self he mumbles, "Now we're not strangers anymore."

"Well Midoriya, your oil tank's bone dry. Judging from the line of oil leading up to here, it's safe to say you've managed to drive for God knows how long with a hole in it."

Izuku swallows and wills himself to stop staring at Bakugou's chest. It's bigger than his will ever be.

"That doesn't sound good."

Bakugou gives him a look that's half-amused and half-annoyed. "It's not. If you want, I can give you a ride back to the shop. One of my guys can come tow it for you after you're safe and cool. You look uh," Bakugou pauses, and all at once

It's like he's seeing Izuku for the first time. His eyes widen a little as they trace down Izuku's body. "Uh, hot."

"I am hot," Izuku replies, raising an eyebrow and grinning. It's been so long since he's been fucked in general, but even longer since he's let a

Strange alpha bend him over and knot him until he screams. He has the feeling that Bakugou could do that. Easily. Izuku makes a show of checking Bakugou out right back, his eyes stopping and lingering at his crotch, as if he's trying to see just how big Bakugou is underneath.

Bakugou shirts on his feet and when Izuku looks up at him, his face is twisted into a grimace, but his cheeks are delightfully pink. "You gonna show me around after? While we wait for the car to get fixed?" Izuku asks, leaning his body against the passenger door of

Bakugou's car. He watches, then, as the incredibly sexy man in front of him becomes impossibly sexier. Bakugou lifts his tank top up and wipes the sweat from his brow, exposing a stomach that looks like it was carved from marble. Izuku swallows hard. That isn't even the worst

Thing he does, because right after that he's taking one, two, three steps towards Izuku, backing him in to the car. He should feel worried, but instead he feels hot arousal shoot through him. He'd let Bakugou fuck him right here on the side of the road if he wanted to.

He gets close to Izuku, so close that their chests are practically touching, their whole bodies just centimeters from each other. Izuku feels like he's a live wire, buzzing with energy all at once. "Sure. But you know, a car like this? We're going to have to order a part.

It'll probably take all night. That okay with you, Midoriya?" He leans in so close that for a second, Izuku thinks he's going to be kissed but after he's done speaking, Bakugou pulls away slightly, letting the ghost of his words and breath remain hot on Izuku's face.

"That's more than okay, Bakugou," is what Izuku replies. He makes sure to keep his eyes connected with Bakugou's, challenging and warning him all at once. Izuku's going to take him so good. He'll be dreaming of him for weeks every time he smells another omega.

"Something tells me I'll have a place to spend the night."

A grin spreads across Bakugou's face and a huff of a laugh leaves his lips. "Something tells me that you're absolutely right. Now get in, we have places to be."

Izuku does as he is told.

On the ride to the shop, Izuku learns a few things about Bakugou. He learns that Bakugou's 27 to Izuku's 23 and that he owns a mechanic shop with his best friend Kirishima. He's grown up his whole life in this small town, no he doesn't hate it and yes, he is indeed single.

Bakugou learns that Izuku is from the city, that he's here to visit his mom who lives a few hours from here and that right now he's a data entry clerk at a crappy office building, but he just graduated college and hopes to be a writer. "Maybe I'll write you into a story,"

Izuku tells Bakugou with a smile.

"Make sure you make me hot."

"I wouldn't do anything but."

When they get back to the garage, Izuku learns more things. Bakugou packs himself a bento every morning and he gladly shares it with Izuku while Kirishima goes and tows his car.

He also learns that, "You know, Midoriya, when I said that the part might take an entire day, I was messing with you. But it does look like it's gonna take that long." Bakugou grimaces at his computer screen before flashing Izuku an apologetic look. "That still okay?"

"Do I still have a place to stay?"

Izuku walks over to the desk where Bakugou's working and sits down on the corner of it, crossing one long leg over the other. He watches as Bakugou's eyes follow his every move. "Damn right you do." Bakugou grins, and clicks ship on the part.

As soon as he's done, Bakugou's hands are on Izuku's hips, picking him up with those strong arms and placing Izuku down on his lap. Izuku yelps, and Bakugou takes his hands back gently. He's giving Izuku an out- one that he doesn't want anything to do with.

Izuku drapes his arms over Bakugou's shoulders, and the large hands on his hips return. "Don't you have work to do?" Izuku asks.

"I do, but there's a pretty little omega in my lap who's making it pretty fucking hard for me to focus." Bakugou ducks in and presses his nose

To Izuku's scent gland, making Izuku gasp and his entire body flush. He feels himself getting slick a second before Bakugou must smell it. "And it smells like he wants the same thing I do."

"What? You wanna fuck me on your desk?" Izuku asks. He'd let Bakugou. He'd encourage it.

"No. But I am gonna make you come right here." He noses the line of Izuku's jaw and then cups his chin and brings their faces close. "And then I'm gonna take you out to a nice dinner and get you wined and dined. Then I'll make you come later in my bed until you pass out."

"Oh God," Izuku says, his voice shaking. He's soaking wet and achingly hard. His breath's leaving him in heaving gasps. "Please."

Bakugou grins, and then kisses him.

It's more teeth than kiss, more bite than tongue. It's furious and desperate and so hungry.

Bakugou kisses him open-mouthed and then pries his shorts open with one hand. Izuku leans back on Bakugou's lap, his back hitting the desk to give him enough room.

Bakugou pulls his cock out. It's not big but it's not small for an omega. Bakugou seems to like it just fine.

He lets a growl form in the back of his throat. He wraps his hand around Izuku's dripping, hard cock and places his lips on Izuku's neck. He starts stroking and Izuku moans, unable to hold it back. "Shh baby, Kirishima's still working. Gotta be quiet for daddy, huh?"

*daddy*

Holy shit.

The name makes Izuku shudder all over. He claps his own hand over his mouth and moans into it, muffled. "Can you do that? Be quiet for daddy?" Bakugou asks against his skin and Izuku nods frantically.

"Good boy," Bakugou says, and then he really starts

Jerking Izuku off. He knows just how to twist his wrist, just how to grip Izuku's dick without it being too tight. It's like Bakugou was made for him, or maybe it was the other way around. He's dripping precome like crazy and twitching-- visibly close.

That's when Bakugou bites on his neck one final time and whispers, "Come for daddy."

Izuku does, crying out into the back of his hand as Bakugou strokes him through an orgasm. He shudders and shakes his way through it, doing his best to stay quiet.

"Good boy," Bakugou tells him

"God you're so fucking cute. I could eat you up." He kisses the side of Izuku's face, his neck, his lips.

Izuku's still panting when he says, "You should try."

The grin Bakugou gives him is the sexiest thing that maybe Izuku's ever seen.

"When you said take me out, I was hoping for just this," Izuku says, eyeing Bakugou over a drink. They've eaten greasy food and are now drinking cold liquor in a dark and dusty bar with no air conditioning. Izuku feels the sweat sticking to his skin. He can smell it on Bakugou's.

Izuku's mouth is practically watering with the scent of alpha that fills the air. Bakugou takes a long drink from his glass, meeting Izuku's eyes the entire way. "Is it?"

Izuku isn't drunk, but he isn't sober either. His body feels warm, a gentle buzz under his skin.

"Yeah," Izuku takes his own sip and then sets the drink down on the table. "Food, drinks..." He let's himself trail off and reaches across the table for Bakugou's hand. He drags his fingers along Bakugou's palm before hooking their fingers together. Bakugou's giving him

An amused look. "And a bathroom with a locking door."

Bakugou's head tilts to the side, a slow grin spreading across his face. "You don't wanna wait until we get back to my house, do you?"

Izuku shakes his head, still stroking Bakugou's fingers. "No. I dont."

He takes Bakugou's hand and then stands. Bakugou laces their fingers together, and then he let's Izuku drag him through the dimly-lit bar to the bathroom.

Bakugou pushes him up against the back of the door, locking it in one swift motion. "I bet you're already wet," he mumbles into Izuku's skin. He's right, but if he wasn't, the skim of his teeth against Izuku's scent gland would have done it. Fuck, it's so good. Such a tease.

"Mmm," Izuku moans. "Why don't you try and find out. He arches his hips so that Bakugou can strip off his shorts. He does almost furiously getting Izuku's lower half naked and making him shiver in the air conditioned air of the public bathroom. He then gives Izuku's

Cock a few delicious strokes, just as he had before. Izuku's eyes roll to the back of his head as it thumps against the door. "Oh, God."

"You gotta be quiet for me this time too, sweet thing. You can do that right?" Bakugou says as he circles his finger around Izuku's

Hole. Izuku shivers, spreading his legs wider. He needs it so suddenly, feeling himself gush and drip slick down his thighs. He nods his head. "Uh huh. Yeah, just, please."

Bakugou presses an open-mouthed kiss to the side of Izuku's neck and says, "Okay," against his skin.

Bakugou slips the finger in all at once. Izuku's insides swallow it all at once greedily, a gasp leaving his lips. He's so wet and so turned on that he knows he's ready for more. He needs it. "More," He gasps. "Oh, please, Bakugou. I need it. I can take it. Please?"

"So needy," Bakugou chastises, but he grinds his hard cock against Izuku's side and oh god- he feels so big. Izuku can't wait to be filled up. He doesn't even care that they're in this nasty public bathroom. He needs it and he needs it NOW. Bakugou slips another finger

Inside on the next go, scissoring them apart, trying to spread Izuku open. He's rushing it and that's okay, Izuku's wet enough that it barely matters. They'll just go slow. "Come on, come on," Izuku groans. "Do you feel how wet I am for you, Daddy? You're gonna slip right in."

Bakugou does, relishing in the fact that the omega opens so sweetly for him. He slaps a hand over Izuku's mouth and fucks him as hard as he can, rocking Izuku's body over his cock again and again-- fucking into him until his eyes roll to the back of his head and he comes.

Bakugou follows him after, tipping off of the edge into his orgasm.

"Wow, Daddy," Izuku breathes. His eyes are hazy and there's a thin coat of sweat on his skin that Katsuki wants to lean down and lick off. "That was amazing."

"Yeah," Bakugou says. He nuzzles into the omega's neck. He knows they have to clean up, maybe go somewhere besides a public space for their next fuck. Then, "Do you think you could stay awhile?"

End