The DKBK Bachelor!AU 💍
A Sequel.
CW: ‼️NSFW‼️dub con elements, kidnapping, cheating, Bakugou is a bottom, Deku is a tad fucky™️, explicit sex and sexual content
Katsuki just found out all of Izuku’s promises were empty. #dkbk #bkdk #bakudeku #dekubaku #katsudeku
Part one:
A Sequel.
CW: ‼️NSFW‼️dub con elements, kidnapping, cheating, Bakugou is a bottom, Deku is a tad fucky™️, explicit sex and sexual content
Katsuki just found out all of Izuku’s promises were empty. #dkbk #bkdk #bakudeku #dekubaku #katsudeku
Part one:
https://twitter.com/sinshous/status/1365442043347165185
The apartment is empty by Friday. Empty being a loose word, the furniture and paintings and fancy coffee machine all belong there. The bed, even if it was his, Katsuki doesn’t want. It holds lies and memories between crumpled sheets. He washes them them before he leaves, folds
them neatly on the edge of the bed. Izuku doesn’t deserve that nicety, he should have left it disheveled and messy from restless sleep, but he rather do that than let the fucker have something left of him.
Katsuki considers waiting for him, fresh off the plane from Milan with
Katsuki considers waiting for him, fresh off the plane from Milan with
the news blaring on the television as a reminder that actions have consequences. Izuku can’t have his cake and eat it too.
But he doesn’t wait. Hell, he knows how smooth that tongue is and how sickly sweet its words can be. Katsuki is putty, malleable in Izuku’s hands. If
But he doesn’t wait. Hell, he knows how smooth that tongue is and how sickly sweet its words can be. Katsuki is putty, malleable in Izuku’s hands. If
he stays to get in the last word, he’ll stay forever.
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A week passes and Katsuki is impossible to reach. Izuku touches down in Japan and is gut reaction is to call him, to see him— they haven’t gone this long without speaking. Does he have to get him a new phone? Did he fall
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A week passes and Katsuki is impossible to reach. Izuku touches down in Japan and is gut reaction is to call him, to see him— they haven’t gone this long without speaking. Does he have to get him a new phone? Did he fall
and slip in the shower? He’s all consumed by Katsuki, he doesn’t even think to stop by his house first. Ochako will wait, she always does.
All questions are answered as he walks through the front door of Katsuki’s apartment. There’s a distinct lack of him— the sheets are even
All questions are answered as he walks through the front door of Katsuki’s apartment. There’s a distinct lack of him— the sheets are even
folded in a perfect square and smell of lavender. The closet and drawers are empty except for hangers and the few extra suits and t-shirts he leaves “just in case”. Just in case he can’t go home to his loving wife and the growing baby blooming in her stomach.
Ever since she first told him, he’s been on edge. A child is permanent, binding. He should be happy, he acts like he is, but he spends more nights with Katsuki and they both pretend like they don’t notice him drifting.
Izuku stares numbly at the bathroom. Just his shampoo and
Izuku stares numbly at the bathroom. Just his shampoo and
toothbrush remain, not even the extra minty toothpaste Katsuki swears by sits in the holder on the sink. He curses and dials Katsuki’s number for the fifth time since landing. It goes straight to voicemail and his heart drops.
He returns to the kitchen, sweeps through the
He returns to the kitchen, sweeps through the
fridge and cupboards and finds them empty too. He catches glimpse of a magazine flipped open on the counter, the only sign that previous life inhabited the space.
A tabloid magazine with a picture of him and Ochako. She’s plump and perfect and all glowing happiness. He stands
A tabloid magazine with a picture of him and Ochako. She’s plump and perfect and all glowing happiness. He stands
beside her, holding open a door for her to pass through, matching her affectionate smile. Big bold letters sit beside the image: “Bachelor Stars Pregnant with First Child”.
Izuku rips the page out and tosses the thing in the trash. Another thing taken from him in hopes of
Izuku rips the page out and tosses the thing in the trash. Another thing taken from him in hopes of
seducing the public eye.
He takes a sharp breath in, rubbing his temples with enough pressure to bruise. Katsuki leaving can’t happen. He’s the only thing anchoring Izuku down to the last semblance of himself. They were perfect for each other! He’d make Katsuki realize that
He takes a sharp breath in, rubbing his temples with enough pressure to bruise. Katsuki leaving can’t happen. He’s the only thing anchoring Izuku down to the last semblance of himself. They were perfect for each other! He’d make Katsuki realize that
again. He will have Katsuki begging to be with him again.
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“Dude, you need to just chuck the phone. It’ll feel good, ya know!” Eijirou is on the other side of the couch, knee deep in a brawl match with Kaminari wedged between him and Katsuki. Kaminari’s legs are casually
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“Dude, you need to just chuck the phone. It’ll feel good, ya know!” Eijirou is on the other side of the couch, knee deep in a brawl match with Kaminari wedged between him and Katsuki. Kaminari’s legs are casually
draped over his boyfriend’s lap, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
“He’s right!” Kaminari chirps and Katsuki is certain he’s not even paying attention to the conversation at hand. He chooses to ignore the dueling partners to favor the news on his phone, scrolling to refresh
“He’s right!” Kaminari chirps and Katsuki is certain he’s not even paying attention to the conversation at hand. He chooses to ignore the dueling partners to favor the news on his phone, scrolling to refresh
the site every few minutes as if Ochako having the kid would happen any minute now instead of the course of months. He alternates between that and his texts, knowing full well no messages will come. He blocked Izuku’s number not even ten minutes after hearing the initial
announcement. Nothing will come out of keeping tabs but he doesn’t stop. His blood is boiling red hot and the tears that come every so often feel like fire on his cheeks.
He can’t talk to anyone, not really. So he doesn’t. All his closest friends know is it’s a guy who cheated.
He can’t talk to anyone, not really. So he doesn’t. All his closest friends know is it’s a guy who cheated.
Which isn’t technically wrong but it’s far less fucking complicated than the mess he got into six months back. And no offense to Kaminari, but between him and Ashido, he can barely trust them not to yap. As much as Izuku deserves to be exposed, Katsuki hasn’t decided yet if he’s
ready to walk the flames with him.
“This shit’s expensive,” he finally mutters, shaking his phone and placing it aside. He knows his time would be better spent finding a job or an apartment— squatting at the lovebird’s nest is the last thing he wants to do. Scratch that,
“This shit’s expensive,” he finally mutters, shaking his phone and placing it aside. He knows his time would be better spent finding a job or an apartment— squatting at the lovebird’s nest is the last thing he wants to do. Scratch that,
Ashido’s place would be ten times worse. He’s not sure why but he feels it in his gut.
When the round ends, Eijirou finds time to offer him a hard pat on the shoulder around Kaminari. “I know it sucks now, but you’ll bounce back. We got you.”
And Katsuki wants to believe it,
When the round ends, Eijirou finds time to offer him a hard pat on the shoulder around Kaminari. “I know it sucks now, but you’ll bounce back. We got you.”
And Katsuki wants to believe it,
he does. Eijirou’s knowledge of the situation barely skimps the surface, information based on lies to protect a liar. He shrugs off the offered hand and slinks back into the couch, eyes finding his phone and refreshing the website on his screen.
💍 TBC 💍
Katsuki knows he should have gotten rid of the phone, the fancy gifts, the black card with his name on it. They all are a constant reminder of his time with Izuku behind the scenes, all the rendezvous while the public eye cooed over Ochako and how perfect she was for the CEO.
He’s bitter and hurting and angry at him, and Katsuki deserves all the shit in return for those feelings.
Okay, everything /but/ the black card connected to Izuku’s account. That line alone gives him some unexplainable power, a tether that keeps them connected. He just
Okay, everything /but/ the black card connected to Izuku’s account. That line alone gives him some unexplainable power, a tether that keeps them connected. He just
wants this whole ordeal over with.
Katsuki finds himself hunched over the counter with the card in one hand and scissors in the other. Kaminari is passed out on the couch in the next room over while Eijirou yells into his headset about the game he’s playing. How anyone sleeps
Katsuki finds himself hunched over the counter with the card in one hand and scissors in the other. Kaminari is passed out on the couch in the next room over while Eijirou yells into his headset about the game he’s playing. How anyone sleeps
through that is beyond him.
He brings his attention back to the task at hand and he can’t do it. Not yet. He should make Izuku suffer, just a little. Nothing Katsuki could ever do would compare but it might feel nice in the moment.
He brings his attention back to the task at hand and he can’t do it. Not yet. He should make Izuku suffer, just a little. Nothing Katsuki could ever do would compare but it might feel nice in the moment.
Katsuki shoves the card back into his wallet and heads out the door. He doesn’t bother locking it, the duo would be caught up in their games for another few hours and he wouldn’t be long.
It takes approximately fifteen minutes to find the nearest open ATM from the apartment.
It takes approximately fifteen minutes to find the nearest open ATM from the apartment.
Katsuki hovers at the machine, contemplates his next move.
“Shit.” He must be crazy.
Katsuki types the pin he knows too well. It’s his birthday. 0420. He called it cheesy at the time, mocked Izuku for how predictable he was.
Guess he wasn’t as predictable as he thought.
“Shit.” He must be crazy.
Katsuki types the pin he knows too well. It’s his birthday. 0420. He called it cheesy at the time, mocked Izuku for how predictable he was.
Guess he wasn’t as predictable as he thought.
He withdraws the maximum amount of cash and leaves the card in the slot. He waits there for a few minutes without touching it, lets the ATM eat the card: a built in safety mechanism.
Good fucking riddance, he thinks to himself. It leaves a bitter taste in the back of his throat
Good fucking riddance, he thinks to himself. It leaves a bitter taste in the back of his throat
and his heart wants to collapse in on itself, but he’s happy to sever his last tie.
Right? Right. Katsuki pockets the cash, too much to fit in his wallet comfortably, and makes his way back to the apartment. He buys a magazine and a drink at a local convenience store.
Right? Right. Katsuki pockets the cash, too much to fit in his wallet comfortably, and makes his way back to the apartment. He buys a magazine and a drink at a local convenience store.
The magazine has a picture of Izuku slapped on the cover, full face of freckles hidden under a layer of foundation and heavy editing. It reminds Katsuki of the show, back then they covered up his natural beauty.
When he’s back at his temporary home, he takes a hard long look
When he’s back at his temporary home, he takes a hard long look
at the magazine before burning it with one of Kaminari’s lighters. It’s not as cathartic as he hopes for.
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Weeks turn into months. It’s spring when Ochako’s due date is announced for the late summer. Their wedding date is set for June just a few months prior. Katsuki can’t
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Weeks turn into months. It’s spring when Ochako’s due date is announced for the late summer. Their wedding date is set for June just a few months prior. Katsuki can’t
escape the news.
He’s found home in a cheap motel downtown, temporary while he gets back on his feet. As nice as the wonder duo is, listening to them gaming and fucking all night long got tiring.
Most jobs don’t want someone who has had a six month plus gap of work experience
He’s found home in a cheap motel downtown, temporary while he gets back on his feet. As nice as the wonder duo is, listening to them gaming and fucking all night long got tiring.
Most jobs don’t want someone who has had a six month plus gap of work experience
so early in their career, so finding work proves to be hard. Katsuki is holed up in the motel bathroom, fixing his hair up for an interview when someone knocks on the door.
“Who is it?” Katsuki calls out. Housekeeping? He cancelled that service the second he booked the long
“Who is it?” Katsuki calls out. Housekeeping? He cancelled that service the second he booked the long
term room. No answer.
He shuffles over to the door with a huff. “Hey, what the fuck?”
A bouquet of flowers sits on the ground, vibrant orange and reds. Katsuki peeks around the corner but sees no one in sight. No one knows he’s here except his friends and sure as shit none
He shuffles over to the door with a huff. “Hey, what the fuck?”
A bouquet of flowers sits on the ground, vibrant orange and reds. Katsuki peeks around the corner but sees no one in sight. No one knows he’s here except his friends and sure as shit none
them sent him /this/.
Katsuki brings the bouquet into his room and opens the card tucked neatly in between stems. It’s from Izuku Midoriya. He’d know All Might Tech’s insignia anywhere.
Katsuki brings the bouquet into his room and opens the card tucked neatly in between stems. It’s from Izuku Midoriya. He’d know All Might Tech’s insignia anywhere.
💍TBC💍
Katsuki sits on the bed with the bouquet sitting on the tv stand in front of him. The card is sitting in his hand and he’s playing with the edges, wondering if he should even open it. While he hasn’t seen Izuku outside of the media trail that follows him these past few months,
the man has lived in his brain rent free. The card is a reminder that perhaps he isn’t the only one.
He thumbs open the envelope with a hesitation he’s never known himself to have. Even if he doesn’t respond, which he has no intention of doing, somehow opening this up means
He thumbs open the envelope with a hesitation he’s never known himself to have. Even if he doesn’t respond, which he has no intention of doing, somehow opening this up means
letting a little part of Izuku back in. And like /hell/ is he doing that.
The card is scented like Izuku’s favorite cologne and it simultaneously makes him gag and goes straight to his dick. Too many nights spent with his nose pressed to the crook of Izuku’s neck, being fucked
The card is scented like Izuku’s favorite cologne and it simultaneously makes him gag and goes straight to his dick. Too many nights spent with his nose pressed to the crook of Izuku’s neck, being fucked
into oblivion while taking in the overbearing aroma. He knows it’s irrational but it’s like Izuku knows he’s claimed the scent of pine and now it’s ruined for Katsuki.
He already knows this is a bad idea by how consumed he’s becoming just with the /smell/ of the damn thing but
He already knows this is a bad idea by how consumed he’s becoming just with the /smell/ of the damn thing but
he pushes forward and opens the card to reveal the chicken scratch he had always hated. A piece of paper falls to his lap and he brings it up to examine it— it’s a fucking check with four digits on it.
Katsuki’s eyes immediately scan the contents of the card.
Katsuki’s eyes immediately scan the contents of the card.
/Kacchan, I see you had a little fun with my bank account before disappearing off the face of the Earth. It took me some time to find you once you moved out of Eijirou’s place and got a new phone, but I found you. I always do. I don’t like seeing my Kacchan is a filthy place like
like this, even if he left me. I have a job for you. Think of it as collateral for taking what was mine./
He pauses to take that line in. Does he mean the cash? The gifts? Or does Izuku mean... him? Katsuki shudders at the thought.
He pauses to take that line in. Does he mean the cash? The gifts? Or does Izuku mean... him? Katsuki shudders at the thought.
/I also attached a check to help cover your other expenses. Ditch the sleazy motel and buy some better food.
You have a meeting on April 12th. Be at AMT’s lobby by 9am sharp.
With Love,
Izuku/
You have a meeting on April 12th. Be at AMT’s lobby by 9am sharp.
With Love,
Izuku/
Katsuki rips the check to shreds and tosses the card in the trash. He knew taking the cash was a bad idea, that it would come back to bite him in the ass.
He looks at the date. The meeting is in less than two weeks. Closure. He’ll go for closure and to tell Izuku he’s done,
He looks at the date. The meeting is in less than two weeks. Closure. He’ll go for closure and to tell Izuku he’s done,
that he has been done. Hell, he’ll pay back the guy another way if he had to. Katsuki has an ace up his sleeve too: their relationship would ruin Izuku’s image, marriage, pregnancy. He wouldn’t risk it all to exact revenge on him ditching out of their relationship. Would he?
Katsuki finishes getting ready for his interview with a nervous pit in his stomach. Is he being watched? Followed? How often? The questions do not settle.
The interview goes alright enough but at the end, he’s turned down once more. Not directly or anything, but Katsuki has
The interview goes alright enough but at the end, he’s turned down once more. Not directly or anything, but Katsuki has
been to enough interviews lately to know when he’ll get the dreaded call or worse, ghosted by the company.
He stops by the store for a bottle of whiskey and a hot meal since he has no real kitchen. He misses having one, feeling at home in his space.
He stops by the store for a bottle of whiskey and a hot meal since he has no real kitchen. He misses having one, feeling at home in his space.
There’s no notes, or flowers, or scary men in suits waiting for him when he arrives back at his motel room. He eats his meal in silence, downs half the bottle, and passes out in his tie. This is what Katsuki Bakugou has become in wake of allowing himself to be coddled and doted
upon by a man such as Izuku. He was brought up and placed on a pedestal so high, it broke him when it all crumbled down. How pathetic.
💍
April 12th comes and goes. Katsuki doesn’t go, can’t get out of bed. Just in the past two weeks he’s been rejected by two more potential
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April 12th comes and goes. Katsuki doesn’t go, can’t get out of bed. Just in the past two weeks he’s been rejected by two more potential
employers and his confidence is diminishing. His bank account is all but drained and he knows he has to sell the last of his remaining possessions from his time with Izuku.
His phone rings across the bed and he lazily reaches over to answer it, head buzzed with whiskey
His phone rings across the bed and he lazily reaches over to answer it, head buzzed with whiskey
thoughts. Katsuki is unprepared for the voice that greets home on the other side of the call.
“Hi, Kacchan.”
His throat closes up and he can’t speak. He scrambles up to sit flat against the bed frame, running a hand through his hair.
“What? No hello, Deku? You didn’t miss
“Hi, Kacchan.”
His throat closes up and he can’t speak. He scrambles up to sit flat against the bed frame, running a hand through his hair.
“What? No hello, Deku? You didn’t miss
me, not even a little bit?” Izuku holds a cockiness in his tone reserved just for Katsuki.
Katsuki clicks his tongue. “What do you want?” This is the first time they’re speaking, /truly/ speaking after the Milan incident.
“Don’t be so cold to the man you love.” Izuku smiles,
Katsuki clicks his tongue. “What do you want?” This is the first time they’re speaking, /truly/ speaking after the Milan incident.
“Don’t be so cold to the man you love.” Izuku smiles,
Katsuki can hear it in his voice alone. That stupid, dimpled smile that was directed at him in comfort of their shared bed.
“Loved.”
Izuku makes a disapproving sound as if he knows Katsuki is lying through his teeth. “Anyway, you missed our meeting. Did you not get my
“Loved.”
Izuku makes a disapproving sound as if he knows Katsuki is lying through his teeth. “Anyway, you missed our meeting. Did you not get my
message?”
“I did,” Katsuki replies. “Ripped it up. And the check too.”
Silence. Izuku is contemplating his next words. Katsuki can see the cogs turning, even miles away. “I’ll forgive you if you come in Monday.”
“Ha! /You/ forgive /me/? That’s rich, Deku.” The nickname slips
“I did,” Katsuki replies. “Ripped it up. And the check too.”
Silence. Izuku is contemplating his next words. Katsuki can see the cogs turning, even miles away. “I’ll forgive you if you come in Monday.”
“Ha! /You/ forgive /me/? That’s rich, Deku.” The nickname slips
off his tongue. The comment sends fire through his veins and it’s burning up his (im)perfectly built walls. He’s letting his guard down by entertaining Izuku.
Izuku sighs loud enough to reach Katsuki’s ears through the receiver. “We have a lot to talk about, Kacchan. I know.
Izuku sighs loud enough to reach Katsuki’s ears through the receiver. “We have a lot to talk about, Kacchan. I know.
Entertain me with this. Don’t make me beg.”
“I’d like to see that,” Katsuki scoffs. “If we’re done here, I’m hanging up.”
He goes to end the call when Izuku abruptly stops him. “Wait. Hey. I didn’t want it to come to this, really I didn’t. But if you refuse to come, your
“I’d like to see that,” Katsuki scoffs. “If we’re done here, I’m hanging up.”
He goes to end the call when Izuku abruptly stops him. “Wait. Hey. I didn’t want it to come to this, really I didn’t. But if you refuse to come, your
career is over.”
“Are you threatening me? You’re the big CEO and I’m just the guy you cheated with. You’ll be ruined before me.” All the love is ice cold between them.
“Do you think it’s a coincidence you haven’t gotten a single job since you left me?” Izuku offers.
“Are you threatening me? You’re the big CEO and I’m just the guy you cheated with. You’ll be ruined before me.” All the love is ice cold between them.
“Do you think it’s a coincidence you haven’t gotten a single job since you left me?” Izuku offers.
Katsuki’s heart slams in his chest. “You’re fucking awful.”
“I did it because I love you, and know you’re above those silly jobs. Come back to me, Kacchan. Let’s talk.” Katsuki can’t believe he’s seriously contemplating Izuku’s sick offer. He bites down on his lips and pulls
“I did it because I love you, and know you’re above those silly jobs. Come back to me, Kacchan. Let’s talk.” Katsuki can’t believe he’s seriously contemplating Izuku’s sick offer. He bites down on his lips and pulls
back his phone to look at the screen.
“I’ll come so I you’ll stop interfering with my applications and that’s it. If you try to touch me, I’m cutting your fucking hands off.” He’s not defeated. He’s just playing smart.
“I’ll come so I you’ll stop interfering with my applications and that’s it. If you try to touch me, I’m cutting your fucking hands off.” He’s not defeated. He’s just playing smart.
“I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do,” Izuku says softly.
“Too late.” Izuku has already done the worst thing imaginable to him. Katsuki hangs up before he can say anything else.
“Too late.” Izuku has already done the worst thing imaginable to him. Katsuki hangs up before he can say anything else.
💍TBC💍
Time passes agonizingly slow for Izuku. When the day of his scheduled meeting with Katsuki came, he dressed up in his best suit and wore the cologne Katsuki fawned over. Every tick of the clock past 9am was a punch in the gut. He knew he had fucked up, the media constantly
had reminded him of his mistakes— but /his Kacchan/ denying his request to visit?
No, he wasn’t having it.
He thought through all possible scenarios to get Katsuki to come to him, then made the call. Which, didn’t go the way he had planned but he hung up certain that Katsuki
No, he wasn’t having it.
He thought through all possible scenarios to get Katsuki to come to him, then made the call. Which, didn’t go the way he had planned but he hung up certain that Katsuki
would arrive come time.
Izuku taps his fingers on his desk, impatient. He wants to see him now, he knows where he’s staying and there’s no one to hold him back... but he needs to be careful. Katsuki’s love is there, he can feel it in the shakiness in his voice, but it’s buried
Izuku taps his fingers on his desk, impatient. He wants to see him now, he knows where he’s staying and there’s no one to hold him back... but he needs to be careful. Katsuki’s love is there, he can feel it in the shakiness in his voice, but it’s buried
under warranted resentment.
It’s funny how Katsuki won’t give him the time of day. A few months ago, he would have gladly given him his whole world.
His phone rings in his hand and his fiancé’s picture flashes on the screen. He lets out a drawn out sigh before answering.
It’s funny how Katsuki won’t give him the time of day. A few months ago, he would have gladly given him his whole world.
His phone rings in his hand and his fiancé’s picture flashes on the screen. He lets out a drawn out sigh before answering.
“Hey babe,” she says gently. “What time will you be home tonight?”
Izuku glances over at the clock and flips through the paperwork building up on his desk. “Late. Tons of stuff to do around here before the wedding.”
“Right.” Ochako’s tone is mechanical and it’s one he’s heard
Izuku glances over at the clock and flips through the paperwork building up on his desk. “Late. Tons of stuff to do around here before the wedding.”
“Right.” Ochako’s tone is mechanical and it’s one he’s heard
time and time again. “I’ll leave dinner in the microwave then. Tsuyu invited me over to her place tonight, so I might do that since you’re busy.”
“Sounds like a good plan,” Izuku encourages. He wonders if she’s looking for his okay, he provides it anyway.
“Love you, Zuzu.”
“Sounds like a good plan,” Izuku encourages. He wonders if she’s looking for his okay, he provides it anyway.
“Love you, Zuzu.”
“Love you.”
The words ring hollow. They never have held meaning, they never will. It’s easier they don’t acknowledge it, tuck the obvious back away in crevices the public can’t see.
After all, Izuku is obsessed with his camera man and Ochako is pregnant with a baby that isn’t
The words ring hollow. They never have held meaning, they never will. It’s easier they don’t acknowledge it, tuck the obvious back away in crevices the public can’t see.
After all, Izuku is obsessed with his camera man and Ochako is pregnant with a baby that isn’t
his. What’s one more lie to one another? To the world?
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Katsuki arrives fifteen minutes early to his meeting. The secretary tells him to take a seat in a little waiting area off to the side. She seems annoyed by his presence, suspicious even. During his time with Izuku, Katsuki was always careful not to cross paths into this part of
Izuku’s life.
“Your 9am is here. Told him he had to wait— oh. Okay.” Her phone clicks and she stands up to gesture towards a hallway. “Mr. Midoriya is ready for you.”
Katsuki swallows hard, puts on his best neutral face, and follows the woman down the hall to Izuku’s office
“Your 9am is here. Told him he had to wait— oh. Okay.” Her phone clicks and she stands up to gesture towards a hallway. “Mr. Midoriya is ready for you.”
Katsuki swallows hard, puts on his best neutral face, and follows the woman down the hall to Izuku’s office
doors. He loses all semblance of reality for a split second and he’s suddenly standing in the middle of a wide room with tall glass windows with the secretary shutting the doors to leave them alone.
Katsuki’s eyes struggle to focus. When they finally do, his heart does a
Katsuki’s eyes struggle to focus. When they finally do, his heart does a
backflip and his jaw clenches. Izuku is still just as handsome. Dark green curls unruly and natural, freckles beginning to reappear and multiply with the beginning of Summer just around the corner. His eyes, fuck his eyes. They still take him in and devour him like they never
took a break.
“Kacchan.” He stands up and walks around his desk, arms open as if to embrace Katsuki and he flinches at the thought. Izuku is observant, madly so, and stops a few feet away from his prior lover. “You look good.”
Katsuki scoffs. “You’re full of shit.” He has
“Kacchan.” He stands up and walks around his desk, arms open as if to embrace Katsuki and he flinches at the thought. Izuku is observant, madly so, and stops a few feet away from his prior lover. “You look good.”
Katsuki scoffs. “You’re full of shit.” He has
bags under his eyes the color of lavender and he ran out of the high end hair gel Izuku bought him last month.
“Maybe.” The corner of Izuku’s mouth upturns in a smirk and Katsuki is seeing the dimples he fell for. He crosses his arms defensively over his chest, creating a
“Maybe.” The corner of Izuku’s mouth upturns in a smirk and Katsuki is seeing the dimples he fell for. He crosses his arms defensively over his chest, creating a
mental barrier between them. As if that’d fucking work, but he’ll take what he can get.
“Can we get on with it?”
The smirk disappears before him. “Right. Business calls. Have a seat.” Izuku gestures to the loveseat off to the side of the room and Katsuki opts to sit in the
“Can we get on with it?”
The smirk disappears before him. “Right. Business calls. Have a seat.” Izuku gestures to the loveseat off to the side of the room and Katsuki opts to sit in the
single chair beside it. Don’t give openings, he thinks to himself.
Izuku finds his own seat on the couch, propping his elbows on his knees and form hunched over in a contemplative fashion. “I’m sorry about interfering with your job hunt. It was irresponsible of me to insert
Izuku finds his own seat on the couch, propping his elbows on his knees and form hunched over in a contemplative fashion. “I’m sorry about interfering with your job hunt. It was irresponsible of me to insert
myself into your affairs like that.”
“Out of all the things you could apologize for, you choose this?” Katsuki responds and it brings Izuku to full attention, features scrunched as if being punched in the gut.
“I was working my way there... there’s some things I want to tell
“Out of all the things you could apologize for, you choose this?” Katsuki responds and it brings Izuku to full attention, features scrunched as if being punched in the gut.
“I was working my way there... there’s some things I want to tell
you about everything in the media and I think you might want to listen—“
“No,” Katsuki cuts him off. “I’m not here for excuses or explanations. Get to the job opportunity and leave out the personal shit.” It’s hard, watching Izuku crumble right next to him. It serves him right
“No,” Katsuki cuts him off. “I’m not here for excuses or explanations. Get to the job opportunity and leave out the personal shit.” It’s hard, watching Izuku crumble right next to him. It serves him right
though.
“But—“ Izuku reaches out, to cradle his cheek or touch his arm, or something else but he pauses midair when Katsuki speaks again.
“No, Izuku.”
“But—“ Izuku reaches out, to cradle his cheek or touch his arm, or something else but he pauses midair when Katsuki speaks again.
“No, Izuku.”
His hand drops back into his lap. “Fine. About the job, then. I want you to film the wedding. I don’t want anyone else.”
Everything explodes in Katsuki’s mind all at once.
Everything explodes in Katsuki’s mind all at once.
💍TBC💍
"You're fucking joking, right?" Katsuki tries to force a laugh but his heart is lodged in his throat and no sounds come out. "You've done some fucked up shit but this is low."
Izuku frowns, folds his hands in his laps as he seemingly takes in every inch of Katsuki with his
Izuku frowns, folds his hands in his laps as he seemingly takes in every inch of Katsuki with his
intense stare. "I'm not asking to be mean... or to torture you."
Katsuki exhales slow and deep. He wants to reach forward with his hand curled into a fist and land a punch square to Izuku's pretty jaw. He settles imagining the scene in his mind on repeat and tucking his hands
Katsuki exhales slow and deep. He wants to reach forward with his hand curled into a fist and land a punch square to Izuku's pretty jaw. He settles imagining the scene in his mind on repeat and tucking his hands
under his thighs instead. "Then you won't mind if I say no then."
"Kacchan," Izuku is that familiar tone that leaves Katsuki feeling like a child being scolded by a parent. "I won't ask you for anything else after this. I'll leave you alone."
"Kacchan," Izuku is that familiar tone that leaves Katsuki feeling like a child being scolded by a parent. "I won't ask you for anything else after this. I'll leave you alone."
"Next thing you'll be asking me to film your /child's birth/." The elephant in the room is addressed... maybe just it's trunk, the implication of its entirety lingering behind the statement. Izuku's face falls and it's bittersweet.
"I would never ask you to do that."
"I would never ask you to do that."
"Asking me to film your wedding is /better/? For fuck's sake, you're so dense sometimes." Katsuki chooses that moment to stand up. He's done entertaining ideas that would only hurt him.
"Please," Izuku follows suit, quick to catch up to him. Katsuki stumbles in their close
"Please," Izuku follows suit, quick to catch up to him. Katsuki stumbles in their close
proximity, braces himself against the office wall where he finds himself boxed in by Izuku's arms. His body becomes jelly when Izuku stand over him, palms serving as Katsuki's cage. "I don't want anyone else."
He can't let on that his heart is racing, or that his dick twitches
He can't let on that his heart is racing, or that his dick twitches
when Izuku's thigh ghosts between his legs. "Hah! Should have thought of that before knocking up Cheeks."
"If you would just listen to me--" Izuku is dangerously close and three months prior, Katsuki would have let himself be devoured by him.
"If you would just listen to me--" Izuku is dangerously close and three months prior, Katsuki would have let himself be devoured by him.
He pushes at Izuku's chest (and fuck, he forgot what touching him felt like) and frees himself enough to put distance between them. Izuku stands defeated, placing a hand where Katsuki touched him.
"I won't give up, Kacchan. I've never given up." Katsuki wants to scream in his
"I won't give up, Kacchan. I've never given up." Katsuki wants to scream in his
face, wants to shake him by the collar and shout 'then why did you give up on me?' He was supposed to be it for Izuku. Ochako was the business transaction that was never meant to go through.
"You're doing neither of us any favors by insisting on this," Katsuki gestures at the
"You're doing neither of us any favors by insisting on this," Katsuki gestures at the
space that separates them. There's anger coating his words but he shows enough restraint for the time being. Not that Izuku deserves his consideration.
"Do this for me and if at the end, you still want me to leave you alone, I will. I won't call. I won't interfere with your
"Do this for me and if at the end, you still want me to leave you alone, I will. I won't call. I won't interfere with your
employment. I'll pay you for this job and for you to get a new place. Anywhere in the world. I'll do that if you ask me. /After/ the wedding." Katsuki wants to consider it. He /does/ consider it, briefly. It's a lot to process under Izuku's gaze.
"It's almost endearing when you're begging," Katsuki chuckles dryly. God, he can't believe he's entertaining the asshole.
Izuku perks up at the sound of his laughter, albeit it ingenuine and mocking. "I'll get on my knees if I have to."
Izuku perks up at the sound of his laughter, albeit it ingenuine and mocking. "I'll get on my knees if I have to."
"Don't." He sucks in a deep breath. His mind wanders to Izuku's head bobbing back and forth on his dick, expert tongue lapping up all his sensitive spots. It's an image he's seen hundreds of times-- emerald eyes looking up at him, framed by those dark curls he loved to knot his
fingers through. Katsuki needs out. Fast. He pushes the thought out of his mind (which takes more effort than it should), and he averts his attention to the doors of the office.
"Why? Why do I have to film the damn thing?" It comes out softer than he intended and he hates
"Why? Why do I have to film the damn thing?" It comes out softer than he intended and he hates
himself for it.
"Because it can't be anyone else."
Izuku is so vague and Katsuki can't take it anymore. He gathers what's left of his willpower and dignity and starts walking again. "I'll think about it."
And fuck, he really wishes he wouldn't think about it. But money is
"Because it can't be anyone else."
Izuku is so vague and Katsuki can't take it anymore. He gathers what's left of his willpower and dignity and starts walking again. "I'll think about it."
And fuck, he really wishes he wouldn't think about it. But money is
tight, he's living in a shitty motel, and Izuku has a way of worming past his walls.
"Thank you, Kacchan" is the last thing he hears before he leaves and he knows he's already fucked.
"Thank you, Kacchan" is the last thing he hears before he leaves and he knows he's already fucked.
💍TBC💍
Preparation for the wedding is boring. Izuku has barely touched a thing since the beginning of it all, Ochako and her personal wedding planner taking the bulk of the responsibilities. Between their wallets, they could have anything they wished without batting an eyelash.
Ochako is busy with her firm but that’s the beauty of co-owning a firm with plenty of capable associates: she can take a few steps back and she does. Wedding cakes aren’t going to taste themselves, you know.
By April, all major decisions have been made—for the most part.
By April, all major decisions have been made—for the most part.
Ochako has chosen the DJ, the arrangements, the photography team, and Izuku just nods when she tells him so. When she brings up the additional fee to add a team solely dedicated to filming the ceremony and reception, Izuku tenses. It’s the first time he actively refuses a
decision she has made.
“I already have someone in mind. The photographers alone are enough.”
That’s the end of their conversation.
“I already have someone in mind. The photographers alone are enough.”
That’s the end of their conversation.
After his meeting with Katsuki, Izuku’s composure steadily decreases. Breathing the same air, practically able to touch, it sends his mind into a tizzy.
Katsuki doesn’t say no to him, not really. The playful banter and proudness he possessed made for fun foreplay, but in the
Katsuki doesn’t say no to him, not really. The playful banter and proudness he possessed made for fun foreplay, but in the
end, Katsuki knew that Izuku knew what was best for him.
So when Katsuki didn’t outright agree in his office, he’s shocked! Confused, even. Izuku thought it’d be enough to ask.
Like clockwork, every day he sends sweet words praising Katsuki’s camera skills and starts tacking
So when Katsuki didn’t outright agree in his office, he’s shocked! Confused, even. Izuku thought it’d be enough to ask.
Like clockwork, every day he sends sweet words praising Katsuki’s camera skills and starts tacking
on additions to sweeten the pot. His old crew could come if they wanted. He’d pay them nicely too! He’d play for their lodging, their food, any expenses they use to get ready for the event.
Katsuki never replies to those messages but Izuku knows he checks every one.
Katsuki never replies to those messages but Izuku knows he checks every one.
He’s in his office with his secretary when he gets a call from Katsuki. She isn’t pleased when he shoos her away to take the call, eyes firmly locked to the door to make sure she gets the hint that they are to be closed for the time being.
“Hi Kacchan,” he finally says when
“Hi Kacchan,” he finally says when
the call connects. It’s been almost a week since they met up in person and his head is spinning, no floating, on cloud nine.
“Deku.” Katsuki’s voice is serious and gritty. Izuku doesn’t mind though, he can’t when his lover is still using his little nickname.
“Deku.” Katsuki’s voice is serious and gritty. Izuku doesn’t mind though, he can’t when his lover is still using his little nickname.
“What can I do for you?” There’s a building silence on the other end of the line. “Kacchan?”
A sigh. “I’ll do it.”
“You will?” Izuku tries to hide the excitement brimming in his voice.
“But,” Katsuki replies sharply, “I have changes to the conditions.”
A sigh. “I’ll do it.”
“You will?” Izuku tries to hide the excitement brimming in his voice.
“But,” Katsuki replies sharply, “I have changes to the conditions.”
Izuku settles into his office chair to listen, hoping not too much will change. He wants to provide for Katsuki. Make him as comfy as possible, considering the circumstances he’s forcing him into. “I’m listening.”
“First off, I don’t want you paying my rent or getting me a
“First off, I don’t want you paying my rent or getting me a
place. Pay me backrent for the months I was forced out of my place for compensation—“
“No one forced you to leave—“
“I’m not asking for your opinion. Just listen and shut your mouth.” Izuku bites his lip to keep himself from responding. He needs to be patient, remember?
“No one forced you to leave—“
“I’m not asking for your opinion. Just listen and shut your mouth.” Izuku bites his lip to keep himself from responding. He needs to be patient, remember?
“I’ll be fine with rent after you pay me. And I don’t want ANY help after. No tie downs left to you. I want all connections severed after this.”
Shit, that cut through him deep. Patience, he thought with gritted teeth. Katsuki will change his mind. “Okay. Anything else?”
Shit, that cut through him deep. Patience, he thought with gritted teeth. Katsuki will change his mind. “Okay. Anything else?”
“I’ll have to talk to them, but my team will be there. Book for the four of them.”
“Done.”
“I don’t have a high ass quality camera of my own, neither do those jackasses. You’re paying for our equipment and then we get to keep it. Think of it as a souvenir.”
“Done.”
“I don’t have a high ass quality camera of my own, neither do those jackasses. You’re paying for our equipment and then we get to keep it. Think of it as a souvenir.”
Izuku’s bank account could handle that. “Sure. Send me the models and I’ll have them purchases and ready at the venue.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“I uh, want this written up too. A contract. One of your wife’s friends can do something up, right?”
“Fiancé,” he corrects sternly. “I’m sure that could be arranged.” Maybe he could put in a clause that negates the contract if Katsuki has a change of heart. He has signed plenty
“Fiancé,” he corrects sternly. “I’m sure that could be arranged.” Maybe he could put in a clause that negates the contract if Katsuki has a change of heart. He has signed plenty
of the damn things but didn’t know how binding they could /really/ be once a party has changed their mind.
“Great. That’s it for now then, I guess.”
Izuku continues to hold his tongue. He doesn’t like the negotiations, of course, but he’s playing the long game. That’s the
“Great. That’s it for now then, I guess.”
Izuku continues to hold his tongue. He doesn’t like the negotiations, of course, but he’s playing the long game. That’s the
only kind of game Katsuki responds to, anyways. “Alright. Keep in touch with a staff count, equipment, and expenses. Kacchan, I feel like this would be much easier if I gave you a card—“
“No.” The statement is firm. “I got rid of mine for a reason. No tethers. No trails to you.”
“No.” The statement is firm. “I got rid of mine for a reason. No tethers. No trails to you.”
“Okay. I’ll handle it then.”
“Knew you would.”
He doesn’t want to end the call. Wants to hear Katsuki’s voice a little longer, but his office phone is ringing and he’s still on the clock. “Talk soon.”
“Later, nerd. Lov-“ the call goes dead and Izuku snorts, a smile creeping
“Knew you would.”
He doesn’t want to end the call. Wants to hear Katsuki’s voice a little longer, but his office phone is ringing and he’s still on the clock. “Talk soon.”
“Later, nerd. Lov-“ the call goes dead and Izuku snorts, a smile creeping
to his lips. Some habits never die. That’ll work in his favor.
💍TBC💍
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The next time Izuku sees Katsuki, it’s four days before the wedding. Ochako insists the camera crew starts the moment final preparations begin, or so that’s what Izuku tells them. After all, Katsuki would never come early based on his word alone.
He greets the five familiar
He greets the five familiar
faces at the estate’s doors. It’s lavish, adorn with an abundance of flowers and and tasteful decorations in yellows and oranges. Izuku can admit that between Ochako and the wedding planner, the place looks lovely. The wide eyes of the camera crew only serve to cement that point.
Only Katsuki looks unimpressed, with his brow furrowed and lips down turned into a frown. It’s cute.
“Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to film this event for us,” he says with a smile. Ochako is at his side now, hand placed gingerly on his shoulder.
“Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to film this event for us,” he says with a smile. Ochako is at his side now, hand placed gingerly on his shoulder.
“We reserved one of the guest houses for your crew,” she adds in excitedly. “There’s two in total! One for Izuku and his groomsmen and yours, which is a bit smaller but I promise it’s just as nice! I’m staying in the main house.”
Ochako’s words just glaze past Izuku. Behind the
Ochako’s words just glaze past Izuku. Behind the
bobbing heads, Katsuki looks over and catches his eye. He smiles and he swears he sees him go pink under the sun.
“Sarah, my wedding planner, has written up a schedule and assignments for all of you to better maximize your talents,” Ochako adds next. Izuku looks over to her,
“Sarah, my wedding planner, has written up a schedule and assignments for all of you to better maximize your talents,” Ochako adds next. Izuku looks over to her,
playing the doting fiancé. “She left copies of everything in the guest house. We start bright and early tomorrow when the rest of our wedding parties arrive! Look over everything, but most of all, enjoy yourselves tonight. If you need anything, feel free to contact Sarah, myself,
or Izuku. Our numbers are there as well. Though we’d prefer if you contacted Sarah first since we’ll be a little busy...” She giggles and squeezes Izuku’s shoulder before taking a few steps off in the opposite direction. “Gotta run! Izuku dear, will you bring them to the guest
house on your way?”
“Of course,” Izuku replies, lets his cheek be kissed by pink lips. He watches his fiancé head off, plump and smiling ear to ear. Sad to know how many lies sit beneath such a perfect wedding. “Shall we?”
He ushers them down a path leading to the left of the
“Of course,” Izuku replies, lets his cheek be kissed by pink lips. He watches his fiancé head off, plump and smiling ear to ear. Sad to know how many lies sit beneath such a perfect wedding. “Shall we?”
He ushers them down a path leading to the left of the
main estate. The entire time, Katsuki’s crew is caught up in the buzz and grandeur. The blond looks unimpressed with it all, slinking to the back of the group as Izuku heads it. He’s putting distance between them.
“This is your stop,” Izuku says, slowing his pace. Katsuki has
“This is your stop,” Izuku says, slowing his pace. Katsuki has
remains further away even as they come to a stop. It simply won’t do. “If no one has any questions, I do need to steal Katsuki for a few moments.”
“I think we’re good!” Ashido insists, yanking Kaminari towards the entrance.
The blond groans unhappily. “I was gonna ask about
“I think we’re good!” Ashido insists, yanking Kaminari towards the entrance.
The blond groans unhappily. “I was gonna ask about
fooood, I’m starving!”
“Fend for yourselves today! After tonight, all meals will be provided by hired staff!” He calls out to the whining man, who perks up at sound of being cooked for. Eijirou and Hanta follow after, leaving Katsuki and Izuku alone at last.
“Fend for yourselves today! After tonight, all meals will be provided by hired staff!” He calls out to the whining man, who perks up at sound of being cooked for. Eijirou and Hanta follow after, leaving Katsuki and Izuku alone at last.
“I thought you said all meals would be provided,” Katsuki says with a raised eyebrow.
“I left a card in there. I’m sure they’ll find it.”
He scowls at Izuku. “I thought we agreed no cards.”
Izuku shrugs. “It’s not in your name so I didn’t think you’d care too much. I’ll
“I left a card in there. I’m sure they’ll find it.”
He scowls at Izuku. “I thought we agreed no cards.”
Izuku shrugs. “It’s not in your name so I didn’t think you’d care too much. I’ll
take it back after the event.”
Katsuki doesn’t seem satisfied with the answer. He crosses his arms defensively over his chest. “What do you need, anyway?”
“I’ve got the contract for you to sign.” Izuku starts walking to the second guest house, but doesn’t hear the
Katsuki doesn’t seem satisfied with the answer. He crosses his arms defensively over his chest. “What do you need, anyway?”
“I’ve got the contract for you to sign.” Izuku starts walking to the second guest house, but doesn’t hear the
Katsuki following. He looks over his shoulder curiously to the unmoving man. “Are you coming or not?”
“I was hoping to do that on more neutral grounds,” Katsuki says, implicating that Izuku’s living room wasn’t, in fact, neutral. Touché.
“I was hoping to do that on more neutral grounds,” Katsuki says, implicating that Izuku’s living room wasn’t, in fact, neutral. Touché.
“Fair. Well, I still have to grab it. Walk me there?” Katsuki shoots him a nervous glance. “I won’t bite. It’s just walking.”
Katsuki takes another moment to think before starting over on Izuku’s direction, giving a defeated sigh. They walk in silence, only the sound of
Katsuki takes another moment to think before starting over on Izuku’s direction, giving a defeated sigh. They walk in silence, only the sound of
crunching gravel filling the air between them.
It’s a short walk and Izuku is opening the door to the guest house a few minutes later. It’s empty— his wedding party would be arriving tomorrow along with Ochako’s. Katsuki lingers in the doorway, shoulder propped against the
It’s a short walk and Izuku is opening the door to the guest house a few minutes later. It’s empty— his wedding party would be arriving tomorrow along with Ochako’s. Katsuki lingers in the doorway, shoulder propped against the
frame.
“I’ve got water in the fridge if you’re thirsty. Feel free to wait in the living room while I fetch the papers.”
“I’m good.” Katsuki remains there, still as a statue. Izuku thinks it’s cute how on edge he has him.
“If you insist.” Izuku pops into the main bedroom
“I’ve got water in the fridge if you’re thirsty. Feel free to wait in the living room while I fetch the papers.”
“I’m good.” Katsuki remains there, still as a statue. Izuku thinks it’s cute how on edge he has him.
“If you insist.” Izuku pops into the main bedroom
where his things are. He hasn’t unpacked everything just yet, though he knows exactly where the papers are. That doesn’t stop him from taking his sweet time though. He unnecessarily digs through his bag until he hears Katsuki enter the house.
“What’s taking so fucking long?” He calls out from the other side of the wall. Izuku spends just a hair longer with his suitcase before snatching up the papers and exiting the bedroom.
Katsuki is staring up at a hideous painting hanging over the fireplace. Izuku stands behind
Katsuki is staring up at a hideous painting hanging over the fireplace. Izuku stands behind
him, breath ghosting the back of Katsuki’s neck. “It’s awful, is it?”
“Who decorated this place? It’s a goddamn eye sore.” Katsuki’s words are forced. Izuku can feel him go stiff in their close proximity. He seems off guard.
“Absolutely,” Izuku hums. Katsuki puts distance
“Who decorated this place? It’s a goddamn eye sore.” Katsuki’s words are forced. Izuku can feel him go stiff in their close proximity. He seems off guard.
“Absolutely,” Izuku hums. Katsuki puts distance
between them, turning to face Izuku directly. The micro expressions he makes are delicious— full of nerves and doubts and obvious arousal. Izuku has grown accustomed to interpreting the slightest of shifts and changes in his blond counterpart, knows how to read every line of
him.
“Let’s just get this over with.”
“I thought you said you wanted to do this on, what was it... more ‘neutral ground’?” God, that pink flush... it only serves to make Katsuki look more delectable. Shit, he is going to lose his cool like this.
Katsuki grunts. “Changed my
“Let’s just get this over with.”
“I thought you said you wanted to do this on, what was it... more ‘neutral ground’?” God, that pink flush... it only serves to make Katsuki look more delectable. Shit, he is going to lose his cool like this.
Katsuki grunts. “Changed my
mind. Don’t wanna spend any more time with you than I have to.”
“Ouch,” Izuku laughs bitterly. “Okay, okay.” He grabs a pen and brings the papers over to the table.
“And I’m not signing it until I read it all— isn’t one of your wife’s dumb lawyer friends supposed to be here?
“Ouch,” Izuku laughs bitterly. “Okay, okay.” He grabs a pen and brings the papers over to the table.
“And I’m not signing it until I read it all— isn’t one of your wife’s dumb lawyer friends supposed to be here?
Like as a witness or whatever?” He makes his way over to the contract and holds it in his hands, careful to not take his eyes off Izuku for more than a few seconds at a time.
“My /fiancé’s/ associate said it would be fine. But if you’re so insistent on a witness, why don’t you
“My /fiancé’s/ associate said it would be fine. But if you’re so insistent on a witness, why don’t you
ask Ashido? Or maybe Eijirou?”
Katsuki’s jaw slackens and he flips through a few of the pages without saying a word. “Or... have you not told anyone about us?”
He doesn’t respond to that either. Izuku’s heart thumps in his chest. If Katsuki hasn’t told anyone, there must
Katsuki’s jaw slackens and he flips through a few of the pages without saying a word. “Or... have you not told anyone about us?”
He doesn’t respond to that either. Izuku’s heart thumps in his chest. If Katsuki hasn’t told anyone, there must
be a part of him that cared for him. Any of his friends could out their entire affair— and sure it’d hurt Katsuki but the majority of the damage would fall on him.
Damn, he wants to kiss him.
Damn, he wants to kiss him.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m gonna read this. Make changes. And then we’ll both sign it.” It isn’t a question. He doesn’t make it one.
Izuku merely nods. “Okay. I’m going to go shower while you read. I’ve already been through it.”
Katsuki ignores him to read the paper. He doesn’t
Izuku merely nods. “Okay. I’m going to go shower while you read. I’ve already been through it.”
Katsuki ignores him to read the paper. He doesn’t
sit, his palms face down on the table on either side of the contract and his back hunched over. His eyes are narrowed in concentration as he carefully reads over each line. Izuku missed this. /Misses/ this.
He leaves Katsuki be and heads to the shower where he plans on
He leaves Katsuki be and heads to the shower where he plans on
jacking off to that particular image of Katsuki: embarrassed and blushing and falling apart under his stare.
Twenty or so minutes pass when he’s done. He slips a pair of boxers on and towel dries his hair, freshly cut in order to tame it for the wedding. He’s tugging jeans on
Twenty or so minutes pass when he’s done. He slips a pair of boxers on and towel dries his hair, freshly cut in order to tame it for the wedding. He’s tugging jeans on
when Katsuki calls him into the other room. He drapes the towel around his shoulders and does as he’s asked, buttoning his pants as he does so.
“What’s this shit about me changing my mind? I don’t think this is necessary—“ Katsuki looks up from the contract to see Izuku,
“What’s this shit about me changing my mind? I don’t think this is necessary—“ Katsuki looks up from the contract to see Izuku,
shirtless and still dripping from his shower. “Fuck dude, put on some clothes.”
“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” Izuku laughs. Katsuki is now sitting on the table in favor of a chair and he leans close in to take a peek at the contract. “Oh yes. I like this part though.
“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” Izuku laughs. Katsuki is now sitting on the table in favor of a chair and he leans close in to take a peek at the contract. “Oh yes. I like this part though.
I don’t want to change it.”
Katsuki’s eyes don’t look away from his exposed chest, no matter how many times he tries to. His attention always comes back. “You think I’m gonna change my mind?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. But if you do, I’d like the contract to be null and void. Is that
Katsuki’s eyes don’t look away from his exposed chest, no matter how many times he tries to. His attention always comes back. “You think I’m gonna change my mind?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. But if you do, I’d like the contract to be null and void. Is that
so wrong?” Izuku looks up from the paper to meet Katsuki’s dark eyes. They’re close enough to touch noses when he does this and god, it’s excruciating to not just lean in...
So he does. Izuku leans in and takes Katsuki by the mouth, a large hand taking him by the chin and the
So he does. Izuku leans in and takes Katsuki by the mouth, a large hand taking him by the chin and the
other supporting his back.
At first, there’s resistance. Then suddenly, Katsuki is relaxing into it and allowing his mouth to be opened by Izuku’s exploring tongue. It’s heated and sloppy and desperate. The papers drop to the ground and Katsuki’s hands find his skin, his chest,
At first, there’s resistance. Then suddenly, Katsuki is relaxing into it and allowing his mouth to be opened by Izuku’s exploring tongue. It’s heated and sloppy and desperate. The papers drop to the ground and Katsuki’s hands find his skin, his chest,
his biceps. They explore everywhere they haven’t touched in months, frantic and starved to trace every freckle.
They only pull back for air, or when Izuku sucks a small purple bruise at the base of Katsuki’s collarbone. The sounds he makes when he does! They’re exhilarating
They only pull back for air, or when Izuku sucks a small purple bruise at the base of Katsuki’s collarbone. The sounds he makes when he does! They’re exhilarating
and encourage him to leave a few more under the collar of his shirt.
“Fuck,” Katsuki groans, lips swollen and red from Izuku’s playful nips. “Fuck I shouldn’t be doing this.” He halfheartedly pushes at Izuku’s chest, but he quickly latches back onto his mouth.
“Fuck,” Katsuki groans, lips swollen and red from Izuku’s playful nips. “Fuck I shouldn’t be doing this.” He halfheartedly pushes at Izuku’s chest, but he quickly latches back onto his mouth.
Their kisses seem to last for hours, rutting and grinding against each other. Izuku wants to take him on the table, /needs/ to, but stops himself from pushing too far too fast.
“Baby, I’ve missed you,” he whispers against his cheek and Katsuki shudders under him.
“Baby, I’ve missed you,” he whispers against his cheek and Katsuki shudders under him.
“Stop, Izuku,” he pleads softly, like he can’t control himself. “You’re getting fucking married. You’re having a child.” There’s no harsh tone in his words. He sounds out of breath, defeated.
Izuku pulls back to take Katsuki’s hands, kisses between every knuckle and at each
Izuku pulls back to take Katsuki’s hands, kisses between every knuckle and at each
of his fingertips. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll figure it out.”
Katsuki swears under his breath and yanks himself out of Izuku’s grip. He gathers the scattered contract with green eyes hyper focused on him. “No. Shit. That was a mistake.”
“Kacchan.”
Katsuki swears under his breath and yanks himself out of Izuku’s grip. He gathers the scattered contract with green eyes hyper focused on him. “No. Shit. That was a mistake.”
“Kacchan.”
“I mean it.” Katsuki has tears looming in his eyes and Izuku wants to wipe them away. He caused them though. This is his punishment. “Maybe I can’t be mad you cheated. I was always going to be the one you cheated /with/, right? But I can be angry you lied to me. And I can have
some self-decency to not wanna break up a perfect marriage or a fucking pregnancy.”
Katsuki takes the pen and signs the contract in front of him. “I stand by this thing,” he finally adds. “I gotta fucking go.”
“Wait! Please,” Izuku begs, grabbing his arm. Katsuki doesn’t have
Katsuki takes the pen and signs the contract in front of him. “I stand by this thing,” he finally adds. “I gotta fucking go.”
“Wait! Please,” Izuku begs, grabbing his arm. Katsuki doesn’t have
the energy to be angry at him right now. He can see it.
“What? What else can you say?” Katsuki sighs.
Izuku inhales and exhales sharply. “It’s not mine.”
“What? What else can you say?” Katsuki sighs.
Izuku inhales and exhales sharply. “It’s not mine.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” He asks, eyes widening at the implication. Katsuki pulls his arm away. “Deku. Izuku. What are you trying to say?”
“The baby. It’s someone else’s, Kacchan.”
Katsuki hijacks it out of the guest house before either of them have any time to process
“The baby. It’s someone else’s, Kacchan.”
Katsuki hijacks it out of the guest house before either of them have any time to process
what that really could mean.
💍TBC💍
💍TBC💍
Katsuki’s world collapses right before him. He’d be stupid to believe Izuku, especially after all the shit he put him through, but the words set his skin on fire.
The baby isn’t his.
The baby isn’t fucking his.
Several months of letting him believe it was— telling him after
The baby isn’t his.
The baby isn’t fucking his.
Several months of letting him believe it was— telling him after
all that time? What could would it do? Izuku at the end of the day is still walking Ochako down the isle and he, he’s just the unfortunate fuck who fell in love with someone he’ll never truly have.
Coming to the wedding was a mistake. Letting Izuku crawl into his life again,
Coming to the wedding was a mistake. Letting Izuku crawl into his life again,
creep under his skin and settle there... he had allowed it too easily.
Katsuki ignores the knocks on his door of his friends when they ask him to go out. His emotions are too out of whack to handle talking to anyone, let alone the psychopaths he calls friends.
Katsuki ignores the knocks on his door of his friends when they ask him to go out. His emotions are too out of whack to handle talking to anyone, let alone the psychopaths he calls friends.
They leave him with promise of bringing leftovers and some groceries.
When they arrive back later that night, Katsuki settles in the living room while they try to pick out a movie. He doesn’t say much, and doesn’t eat. He thinks he might barf if he does.
When they arrive back later that night, Katsuki settles in the living room while they try to pick out a movie. He doesn’t say much, and doesn’t eat. He thinks he might barf if he does.
The movie and chatter die down around 9pm. Kaminari drags Hanta and Ashido out to smoke out back on the patio, leaving Eijirou and Katsuki alone to the melody of the movie’s credits.
“Hey, you doing okay?” Eijirou asks him and Katsuki wants to fall apart, he really fucking
“Hey, you doing okay?” Eijirou asks him and Katsuki wants to fall apart, he really fucking
does. It’s not as simple as allowing himself to be vulnerable though. Izuku is involved and there’s a fucking baby. Which may or not be his.
“M’fine.”
Eijirou sighs. “If you say so. You’ve been off since the breakup with he-who-shall-not-be-named, but this is a whole other
“M’fine.”
Eijirou sighs. “If you say so. You’ve been off since the breakup with he-who-shall-not-be-named, but this is a whole other
level.”
Katsuki merely shrugs at the observation. Hard to act okay when the source of his pain is literally breathing down his neck and shoving his tongue down his throat.
“It’s tough seeing you like this, bro.” His mouth twitches into a frown. “...is he going to be at the
Katsuki merely shrugs at the observation. Hard to act okay when the source of his pain is literally breathing down his neck and shoving his tongue down his throat.
“It’s tough seeing you like this, bro.” His mouth twitches into a frown. “...is he going to be at the
wedding? Is that why you’re so on edge?”
Katsuki tenses with Eijirou’s realization. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he finally says after a moment of paralysis. “I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.”
He doesn’t leave his room for the rest of the night, the faint smell
Katsuki tenses with Eijirou’s realization. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he finally says after a moment of paralysis. “I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.”
He doesn’t leave his room for the rest of the night, the faint smell
of weed drifting through his window screen.
💍
Katsuki wakes up and is automatically consumed by intrusive thoughts about Izuku. He even considers taking one of the cars and booking it back home. One of many things he doesn’t have the balls for lately.
💍
Katsuki wakes up and is automatically consumed by intrusive thoughts about Izuku. He even considers taking one of the cars and booking it back home. One of many things he doesn’t have the balls for lately.
He’s the first one up, which isn’t surprising. Katsuki nurses a headache with a Tylenol and brews a coffee while going over the schedule the wedding planner put together. Today was when the wedding parties would arrive— they’d do a walk around the estate, a lunch at the golf
course prepared by some hoity-toity chef, and whatever minor wrap up things they could. Tomorrow would be the bachelor and bachelorette parties, the following day the rehearsals and final touches, and then, the wedding. Just the thought of it made Katsuki’s heart sink into his
stomach.
He brings his freshly made coffee to his lips and reads the next handout the extra prepared: assignments. Each day had specific ones, but there was a common theme— Ashido was always paired with Ochako and Katsuki, with Izuku. Fucking figured. CEO asshole most likely
He brings his freshly made coffee to his lips and reads the next handout the extra prepared: assignments. Each day had specific ones, but there was a common theme— Ashido was always paired with Ochako and Katsuki, with Izuku. Fucking figured. CEO asshole most likely
bribed or manipulated the wedding planner to keep Katsuki closer in his corner. It’s what he does best after all.
The others slowly trickle into the kitchen, the scent of coffee wafting throughout the guesthouse. Katsuki absentmindedly pours himself another cup, debating on
The others slowly trickle into the kitchen, the scent of coffee wafting throughout the guesthouse. Katsuki absentmindedly pours himself another cup, debating on
whether he confront or completely ignore Izuku.
He decides on the latter. It’s a lot harder to fall into bad habits if he pays no mind to them.
Hanta and Kaminari are in charge of filming the party as each arrive. It seems excessive but no one outwardly complains: the job
He decides on the latter. It’s a lot harder to fall into bad habits if he pays no mind to them.
Hanta and Kaminari are in charge of filming the party as each arrive. It seems excessive but no one outwardly complains: the job
pays well and with that in mind, who were they to question how a bunch of rich people spent their money?
The lunch comes and goes, even allowing time for the crew to much in between takes. Zooming in on Izuku’s dimples while he laughs at someone’s joke is like Katsuki’s waking
The lunch comes and goes, even allowing time for the crew to much in between takes. Zooming in on Izuku’s dimples while he laughs at someone’s joke is like Katsuki’s waking
hell.
It goes on like this for the entire day. Izuku smiling something wicked at the camera just to get a ride out of Katsuki, or green eyes scanning the immediate area when the camera wasn’t rolling to catch a glimpse of him. Katsuki never repays the glances or the smiles,
It goes on like this for the entire day. Izuku smiling something wicked at the camera just to get a ride out of Katsuki, or green eyes scanning the immediate area when the camera wasn’t rolling to catch a glimpse of him. Katsuki never repays the glances or the smiles,
no it’s much easier pretending that Izuku only exists through the lens of a camera.
Katsuki notices how it steadily drives Izuku mad. He doesn’t search for him in the sea of people or offer him looks between shots— no it’s during the brief instances where
Katsuki notices how it steadily drives Izuku mad. He doesn’t search for him in the sea of people or offer him looks between shots— no it’s during the brief instances where
Izuku enters his periphery that he senses the unhappy twitch of his mouth or the strain of his stare.
Izuku tries to get him alone. It’s hard with the number of people vying for his attention, but Katsuki being his camera man makes it less impossible.
Izuku tries to get him alone. It’s hard with the number of people vying for his attention, but Katsuki being his camera man makes it less impossible.
Katsuki narrowly avoids him all night thanks to his overbearing best friend hanging at his hip and the nerd with glasses, Izuku’s best man, steadily talking his ear off all night.
It’s a bitter reminder that Katsuki fell in love with a man who kept him hidden. What kind of love
It’s a bitter reminder that Katsuki fell in love with a man who kept him hidden. What kind of love
could it have really been if Izuku hardly mentioned his best friend’s name in passing?
The night ends with him locking himself in his room with a bottle of whiskey from the open bar. And when his phone buzzes repeatedly from a Izuku’s calls, he turns off his phone instead of
The night ends with him locking himself in his room with a bottle of whiskey from the open bar. And when his phone buzzes repeatedly from a Izuku’s calls, he turns off his phone instead of
giving in.
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The next morning begins the same. A breakfast outside the main estate’s patio that doesn’t need to be filmed and open to the crew fills their morning, a meeting with Sarah fills their afternoon, and then some free time before dinner when the main event of the
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The next morning begins the same. A breakfast outside the main estate’s patio that doesn’t need to be filmed and open to the crew fills their morning, a meeting with Sarah fills their afternoon, and then some free time before dinner when the main event of the
day really begins.
The Bachelor and Bachelorette parties. Katsuki has no clue why anyone would want to have this moment of their lives filmed. If it were him, he probably wouldn’t even have a party. But it’s not him.
Ashido and Eijirou are scheduled to work the Bachelorette
The Bachelor and Bachelorette parties. Katsuki has no clue why anyone would want to have this moment of their lives filmed. If it were him, he probably wouldn’t even have a party. But it’s not him.
Ashido and Eijirou are scheduled to work the Bachelorette
party while Katsuki is stuck with tweedle dee and tweedle dum. Instructions tell them to arrive out front in semi-formal attire for 4pm, and while he’s dreading it, Katsuki drags Hanta and Kaminari to himself the designated meeting spot at 3:50 sharp. He’s a fucking professional
and all personal bias needed to be set aside. (Katsuki doesn’t see the need for three cameras for a Bachelor party, he wants to stay back if he’s being honest...)
He has a half a mind to turn around and fake illness to put his mind at ease, but finds it too late when Izuku
He has a half a mind to turn around and fake illness to put his mind at ease, but finds it too late when Izuku
arrives with his small handful of friends. Izuku is wearing a pair of slim fitting trousers that hug his crotch perfectly and a matching vest over a white button up. God, he’s fucking mad and disgusted and /was betrayed/ by this man but he’d be lying if the sight didn’t make his
mouth go dry. Izuku is, still, undeniably, captivating.
Izuku greets the three of them cheerfully, his focus settling in on Katsuki in his red button up and black slacks. It’s the same deep red as his the studs in his ears, a sight too familiar to Katsuki.
Izuku greets the three of them cheerfully, his focus settling in on Katsuki in his red button up and black slacks. It’s the same deep red as his the studs in his ears, a sight too familiar to Katsuki.
The groom is wearing a pair of cheap ass earrings Katsuki scrambled to afford on his own dime, to his goddamn Bachelor party. Of all the things to pick.
💍TBC💍
💍TBC💍
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The ride turns out to be to a private jet, which is extra as hell. They end up in a city adorn with lights and bustling crowds and it reminds Katsuki of places like Las Vegas, places you only see in the movies.
They end up in a swanky hotel and casino combination that smells of
They end up in a swanky hotel and casino combination that smells of
strong cologne and smoke. A room out back is rented out for their party but they spend the majority of the night out on the floor, laughter and liquor filling their systems. Kaminari and Hanta seem to be having a grand time, sneaking in a shot here or there on insistence of the
the groomsmen. Katsuki remains sober, watching every detail through the lens of the camera. When they end up out back, Izuku insists the three of them set their equipment down for a while and take some time to relax for themselves.
That comment alone makes Katsuki more tense.
That comment alone makes Katsuki more tense.
Izuku is impossible to read and tonight is no different. Playing slots and cards he doesn’t bat an eye in Katsuki’s direction unless he’s smiling into the camera after a win.
That doesn’t change much when the cameras are set down. Izuku talks to them as a group, asking a fair
That doesn’t change much when the cameras are set down. Izuku talks to them as a group, asking a fair
share of questions to Kaminari and Hanta with a drunken curiosity. When Izuku turns towards him, Katsuki is suddenly aware how he’s let his guard down. He jumps in his chair in response which causes Izuku to laugh.
“Hey, everything’s okay,” Izuku promises, and Katsuki is
“Hey, everything’s okay,” Izuku promises, and Katsuki is
annoyed he almost allows himself to believe it. “I just was asking if you’re doing okay.”
“Yeah! You seem tense!” Kaminari interjects. He’s slung over the purple haired fuck with the bags under his eyes. Katsuki clicks his tongue in disapproval. He wonders how Eijirou would
“Yeah! You seem tense!” Kaminari interjects. He’s slung over the purple haired fuck with the bags under his eyes. Katsuki clicks his tongue in disapproval. He wonders how Eijirou would
feel at the sight.
“Have a drag,” Hanta chuckles, passing the remainders of a roach in Katsuk’s direction. He shakes his head. “A drink, then?”
“I’m fine. No interest.” Katsuki flashes a hard look in Izuku’s direction but he’s preoccupied with the best man.
“Have a drag,” Hanta chuckles, passing the remainders of a roach in Katsuk’s direction. He shakes his head. “A drink, then?”
“I’m fine. No interest.” Katsuki flashes a hard look in Izuku’s direction but he’s preoccupied with the best man.
There’s a knock at the room’s door before a tall man with blond hair enters, bright eyes framed dark eyeliner. Izuku blinks up at the man and tosses a look in Iida’s direction, who clearly isn’t the one behind the mysterious guess based on his reaction.
“I heard we have a soon-to-be married man here who is condemning himself to a lifetime of pussy,” the man says with a low drawl. He unbuttons his shirt to expose a muscled chest, straddling Izuku as the fabric hits the floor. “Why don’t we show you want you’ll be missing.”
Iida is off in the background trying to pinpoint who ordered the stripper with a foul mouth, and the rest of the party is too drunk to really care. Kaminari and Hanta are cheering the stripper on with outrageous hollering, more than thrilled to be a part of the show.
Katsuki’s grip on his camera tightens when Izuku’s hands are directed to the stripper’s hips, who is rolling and grinding down like it’s the goddamn last dance of his life.
“Holy shit this is hot,” Kaminari says, practically drooling. “I can’t wait to tell Ei about this.”
“Holy shit this is hot,” Kaminari says, practically drooling. “I can’t wait to tell Ei about this.”
Izuku gives the stripper a long one up, dragging his eyes from his powerful thighs up to his lips. He pauses momentarily to look past the stripper’s shoulder, directly at Katsuki who is squirming under his gaze.
Fuck. “I need some air,” he says angrily, standing up to leave
Fuck. “I need some air,” he says angrily, standing up to leave
without waiting for acknowledgment. Katsuki pushes past the crowds of people on the main floor and ends up outside under the harsh neon lights.
The air is warm, yet cool enough to settle the rising flush in his face. He can’t tell if he’s angry, jealous, flustered, or a
The air is warm, yet cool enough to settle the rising flush in his face. He can’t tell if he’s angry, jealous, flustered, or a
combination of all three. Izuku Midoriya had a way of doing shit like that to him.
One stranger tries to bum a cigarette off him and another attempts to flirt him back to her hotel room before he’s fed up with all people in general. Katsuki makes his way into the hotel lobby
One stranger tries to bum a cigarette off him and another attempts to flirt him back to her hotel room before he’s fed up with all people in general. Katsuki makes his way into the hotel lobby
where the bachelor party has rooms booked and hops on an empty elevator.
He idly checks his phone as doors come to a close, /12:34/ in the morning, or night, and it seems like that might be considered early in a city like this. Katsuki realizes the doors are opening and someone
He idly checks his phone as doors come to a close, /12:34/ in the morning, or night, and it seems like that might be considered early in a city like this. Katsuki realizes the doors are opening and someone
is stepping onto the elevator to accompany him.
“Were you planning on staying in the elevator all night?” A familiar voice says and Katsuki is forced to look up. Izuku is holding his suit jacket over his shoulder, button up slightly tousled and loose at the top. “You haven’t
“Were you planning on staying in the elevator all night?” A familiar voice says and Katsuki is forced to look up. Izuku is holding his suit jacket over his shoulder, button up slightly tousled and loose at the top. “You haven’t
picked a floor. Did you forget?”
Katsuki sucks in a sharp breath, watching Izuku swirl the amber liquid in his glass in wait. “Same floor as you, obviously.”
“Mhmm.” Izuku punches in the twentieth floor, the highest in the building. Arguably the floor with the best view of
Katsuki sucks in a sharp breath, watching Izuku swirl the amber liquid in his glass in wait. “Same floor as you, obviously.”
“Mhmm.” Izuku punches in the twentieth floor, the highest in the building. Arguably the floor with the best view of
the city below, at least, according to Iida who helped book the place.
They stand in silence as the elevator climbs up, agonizingly slow. A few people hop on and off at random intervals, leaving no room to converse. When the last person besides them steps off on the eighth
They stand in silence as the elevator climbs up, agonizingly slow. A few people hop on and off at random intervals, leaving no room to converse. When the last person besides them steps off on the eighth
floor, Izuku turns his attention to Katsuki.
“You’re not gonna ask me why I left my own bachelor party?”
Katsuki shrugs, struggling to feign indifference. Of course he’s curious but that’s exactly what Izuku wants out of him. “None of my business.”
“You’re not gonna ask me why I left my own bachelor party?”
Katsuki shrugs, struggling to feign indifference. Of course he’s curious but that’s exactly what Izuku wants out of him. “None of my business.”
Izuku frowns, slotting a knee between Katsuki’s thighs. “I think it’s plenty of your business, baby.”
The blond scowls, all too familiar with this position, this power play. “Get off me. You’re drunk and I’m fucking tired.”
Fifteenth floor.
The blond scowls, all too familiar with this position, this power play. “Get off me. You’re drunk and I’m fucking tired.”
Fifteenth floor.
“He was too vulgar. Said all the dirtiest things like a cheap porno. I like it better when it’s more authentic,” Izuku offers even though Katsuki didn’t ask. “Like when you tell me to fuck off. Or demand I fuck you. Ugh, you make such dirty words sound so good, Kacchan.”
(CW: drugging, non-con elements)
“Izuku,” he warns again. They’re almost to the top floor by then.
Izuku makes a noise of acknowledgement, taking a large gulp of his whiskey with a mischievous grin. Katsuki notices how he doesn’t swallow, instead he forces him into a deep kiss and lets the whiskey trickle into
Izuku makes a noise of acknowledgement, taking a large gulp of his whiskey with a mischievous grin. Katsuki notices how he doesn’t swallow, instead he forces him into a deep kiss and lets the whiskey trickle into
Katsuki’s own mouth. He struggles to spit it up, knows he can’t swallow it down, but Izuku is tilting his head back to pour down the remaining amber. He coaxes the liquid down with a thumb to Katsuki’s throat, gentle yet firm strokes, until he’s satisfied he has ingested the
rest.
Izuku backs off enough to allow Katsuki to dry heave. Nothing comes out. “You don’t look so good. Come on, baby, let’s get you to a bed so you can lay down.”
“What did you just fucking give me?” Katsuki demands. The world is growing fuzzier with each thrashing movement.
Izuku backs off enough to allow Katsuki to dry heave. Nothing comes out. “You don’t look so good. Come on, baby, let’s get you to a bed so you can lay down.”
“What did you just fucking give me?” Katsuki demands. The world is growing fuzzier with each thrashing movement.
“Just something to help loosen you up, Kacchan. Consider it returning the favor.”
His whole world goes dark when they reach the twentieth floor.
His whole world goes dark when they reach the twentieth floor.
It’s about to get all crazy up in here. Like content and /spicy/ wise.
Which POV do you wanna see?
Which POV do you wanna see?
Katsuki wakes up bleary eyed and stiff. It takes several minutes for his eyes to focus and to feel the tight strain of his body’s positioning.
When he can finally see, let alone think, he zeroes in on the fact he’s tied up. On a bed. He makes a small yelp of protest but his
When he can finally see, let alone think, he zeroes in on the fact he’s tied up. On a bed. He makes a small yelp of protest but his
mouth is dry and there’s soft rope shoved past his teeth. Nothing comes out, or rather, it’s wispy and barely audible.
He wants to fucking kill Izuku.
He wants to fucking kill Izuku.
As if on cue, the man comes sauntering in, his button up splayed open to expose his chest and dress pants hanging loosely around his hips as he currently undoes his belt.
“Kacchan! You’re awake,” Izuku says, like he’s not fucking strung up like meat. Katsuki makes another
“Kacchan! You’re awake,” Izuku says, like he’s not fucking strung up like meat. Katsuki makes another
disgruntled sound in response. “Oh. You can’t really speak like that, can you? Hold on.”
Izuku crawls on the bed to meet him, lets his fingers drag along the fabric of the rope and gives it a gentle tug. It’s not enough to pull it out and Katsuki looks up expectantly.
Izuku crawls on the bed to meet him, lets his fingers drag along the fabric of the rope and gives it a gentle tug. It’s not enough to pull it out and Katsuki looks up expectantly.
“You won’t scream, will you?” He asks softly. “I want to talk but if you start yelling I might have to put it back in.”
Katsuki’s pulse quickens under the implication of Izuku’s words. He shakes his head, not entirely sure if he means it himself. Anything to speak, though.
Katsuki’s pulse quickens under the implication of Izuku’s words. He shakes his head, not entirely sure if he means it himself. Anything to speak, though.
Izuku pulls the rope of out his mouth and it’s followed by a trail of drool. Katsuki licks his lips and wets his mouth, all in preparation to speak. He’s fucking afraid right now.
“I’m sorry I had to go through such lengths.” Izuku beats him to conversation first. “But you of
“I’m sorry I had to go through such lengths.” Izuku beats him to conversation first. “But you of
all people understand, right?”
/That was different./ He wants to say it but nothing comes out. It feels like a lie brewing on his tongue.
Instead he watches Izuku settle at the edge of the bed. “I want to talk to you, Kacchan. You’ve made it so difficult to do lately.”
/That was different./ He wants to say it but nothing comes out. It feels like a lie brewing on his tongue.
Instead he watches Izuku settle at the edge of the bed. “I want to talk to you, Kacchan. You’ve made it so difficult to do lately.”
“I already agreed to film your stupid wedding,” Katsuki spits. His wrists are sore from hanging above his head. “What more do you want?”
It’s a stupid question.
“Kacchan, I love you.” The words sting more than the rope cutting into his skin. He imagines punching Izuku square
It’s a stupid question.
“Kacchan, I love you.” The words sting more than the rope cutting into his skin. He imagines punching Izuku square
in the jaw and leaving him— no wedding video, no stolen kisses, no ‘Kacchan’. The feelings his imagination provokes are bittersweet.
“Get fucked. This isn’t love, Deku! If you loved me, you wouldn’t be marrying someone else, and you sure as hell wouldn’t have gotten them
“Get fucked. This isn’t love, Deku! If you loved me, you wouldn’t be marrying someone else, and you sure as hell wouldn’t have gotten them
pregnant!”
Izuku frowns, reaches to cup Katsuki’s cheek. He turns his face away from him. “I told you the baby isn’t mine.”
“What a load of shit.”
“I’m serious, Kacchan! I can prove it to you. I can do a DNA test, have them sealed and sent to you so you know I didn’t tamper
Izuku frowns, reaches to cup Katsuki’s cheek. He turns his face away from him. “I told you the baby isn’t mine.”
“What a load of shit.”
“I’m serious, Kacchan! I can prove it to you. I can do a DNA test, have them sealed and sent to you so you know I didn’t tamper
with them... will that make you believe me?” Izuku strokes his cheekbone with his thumb and his mind goes dizzy.
“It wouldn’t change anything.” Katsuki can’t afford to give into the sense of relief that’s bubbling within him. It’s not safe to trust Izuku.
“It wouldn’t change anything.” Katsuki can’t afford to give into the sense of relief that’s bubbling within him. It’s not safe to trust Izuku.
“I think it would change EVERYTHING.”
“If you’re so sure it’s not yours, why didn’t you tell me right away? Why did you wait months after I left to finally say something?” His composure his cracking under the weight of bright green eyes.
“If you’re so sure it’s not yours, why didn’t you tell me right away? Why did you wait months after I left to finally say something?” His composure his cracking under the weight of bright green eyes.
Izuku sighs, letting his thumb rest at the base of his jaw. “I didn’t think you’d believe me.”
“You’re probably right.” Katsuki snorts at the statement. “So what? What if I believe you now? Like I said, nothing changes. In a few days you’ll be married to Round Cheeks. You told
“You’re probably right.” Katsuki snorts at the statement. “So what? What if I believe you now? Like I said, nothing changes. In a few days you’ll be married to Round Cheeks. You told
me you had no intention of going through with it!”
“It’s business, love. You wouldn’t—“
“—I wouldn’t understand, dumbass. I’m tired of your excuses and dancing around shit.”
“Kacchan, I don’t love her like I love you. Getting married doesn’t change that. It’s good for the
“It’s business, love. You wouldn’t—“
“—I wouldn’t understand, dumbass. I’m tired of your excuses and dancing around shit.”
“Kacchan, I don’t love her like I love you. Getting married doesn’t change that. It’s good for the
company that I go through with this.” Those words make Katsuki back away from his touch, his skin feeling cold where calloused fingers once lingered.
“What about me? Is it good for me?”
“I— Kacchan, come on—“
“Can’t lie your way out of this one, can ya?” Katsuki watches
“What about me? Is it good for me?”
“I— Kacchan, come on—“
“Can’t lie your way out of this one, can ya?” Katsuki watches
the powerful CEO falter, truly falter, for the first time. “Untie me, Deku.”
It’s an order Izuku doesn’t refuse. He’s quiet, hesitant as he unwraps Katsuki’s wrists which finally give way and fall into his lap. The same ropes that they’ve used over and over again as lovers,
It’s an order Izuku doesn’t refuse. He’s quiet, hesitant as he unwraps Katsuki’s wrists which finally give way and fall into his lap. The same ropes that they’ve used over and over again as lovers,
almost nauseatingly symbolic.
Katsuki rubs at the indents in his skin, hyper vigilant as the man in front of him plays with fraying ends. “Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll leave.”
Another empty promise? Katsuki’s convinced that Izuku would never leave him alone. He bites
Katsuki rubs at the indents in his skin, hyper vigilant as the man in front of him plays with fraying ends. “Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll leave.”
Another empty promise? Katsuki’s convinced that Izuku would never leave him alone. He bites
inside of his cheek and murmurs: “I don’t love you anymore.” He doesn’t mean it.
A soft smile tugs at the corners of Izuku’s lips. “I don’t believe you, Katsuki.” The use of his full name sends shivers down his spine.
A soft smile tugs at the corners of Izuku’s lips. “I don’t believe you, Katsuki.” The use of his full name sends shivers down his spine.
“You never said I had to mean it, just that I had to say it,” he barks back, heat crawling up his neck and to his face. He basically just admitted to still loving his lying, sadistic, ex boyfriend who’s getting married. Classic. Fucking great. End his misery now.
“True,” he says. “But tell me this... do you really want me to leave right now?” His slowly advances his fingers up the rope, lets them slide against the part wrapped around Katsuki’s thigh.
“Yes.” Katsuki means for it to be harsh, firm. Instead it comes out wavering and
“Yes.” Katsuki means for it to be harsh, firm. Instead it comes out wavering and
uncertain.
“I don’t believe you,” Izuku repeats himself. Katsuki desperately wants to avoid his touch, stop himself from getting dragged back into the chaos that is Izuku Midoriya. But this isn’t how it works, is it? He can’t be dragged back if he never left.
“I don’t believe you,” Izuku repeats himself. Katsuki desperately wants to avoid his touch, stop himself from getting dragged back into the chaos that is Izuku Midoriya. But this isn’t how it works, is it? He can’t be dragged back if he never left.
Whatever part faltered within Izuku moments ago had long vanished. He tugs at the rope around Katsuki’s neck, pulling him into an open mouthed kiss.
💍TBC💍
Katsuki plays right into his touch, even goes as far as to lean into it. He knows he /shouldn’t/ give into Izuku, but his brain short circuits the second a strong hand travels to the small of his back and pulls him in deeper.
If love was a drug, Izuku’s would be fucking crack. Katsuki’s mind is full of alarms and sirens as he instinctively wraps his arms around Izuku’s neck. The promise of the high is enough to dull even the loudest of warnings.
Izuku plays off Katsuki’s reciprocation. He guides him to lay down flat on his back, peppering kisses down his jawline until he reaches his throat. “Kacchan,” he whispers against his skin, palming the growing erection in Katsuki’s pants. “You’re so hard for me.”
That comment is almost enough to bring Katsuki to his senses. Izuku thumbs the tip of his cock against fabric, feeling the growing spot wetness while he sucks loving bruises into his neck. Katsuki remains slightly hazy from the drug’s effect and he falls victim to the coaxing
touch of his ex lover.
“I know you’re still mad at me, Kacchan, but let me make you feel good right now...” Izuku tugs at the band of Katsuki’s boxers, the only clothing he awoke with.
“Shut up, I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.” He guide’s Izuku’s hand down his
“I know you’re still mad at me, Kacchan, but let me make you feel good right now...” Izuku tugs at the band of Katsuki’s boxers, the only clothing he awoke with.
“Shut up, I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.” He guide’s Izuku’s hand down his
boxers with a forceful shove. Izuku greedily takes his cock in his hand, pumping and stroking him with an excited gasp.
Katsuki wants to regret letting Izuku touch him like this, instead he sinks into the bed with his pleasure. Izuku pulls at the waistband but with the ropes
Katsuki wants to regret letting Izuku touch him like this, instead he sinks into the bed with his pleasure. Izuku pulls at the waistband but with the ropes
situated at his thighs, he’s unable to yank them down in the manner he wants. “Hold on,” he says, stopping mid stroke to grab at fabric. The sudden lack of touch leads Katsuki to practically whine, unstimulated and unhappy.
Izuku manhandles his underwear and before he knows it,
Izuku manhandles his underwear and before he knows it,
they’re ripped apart for easier access. Watching the sight turns him on even more, shame and horniness pooling in his gut.
Katsuki expects hands to wrap around him once more but is greeted with the warm sensation of Izuku’s mouth taking in his cock.
Katsuki expects hands to wrap around him once more but is greeted with the warm sensation of Izuku’s mouth taking in his cock.
“F-fuck.” Izuku was seriously pulling no punches. Katsuki moans like a virgin getting sucked off for the first time. He hasn’t felt this good since before Milan and it’s a dizzying, all encompassing sensation that would make his knees buckle if he were standing.
Izuku pulls at his hips as he swallows him down to the base and Katsuki loses himself. He desperately laces his fingers in dark curls, tugging and pulling like a haphazard puppet master.
Katsuki moans with each stroke and lap of Izuku’s tongue. He honestly isn’t going to last
Katsuki moans with each stroke and lap of Izuku’s tongue. He honestly isn’t going to last
long at this rate, and he yanks at Izuku’s hair to get him to slow down, maybe back off for a breather. The action has the opposite reaction though, Izuku pushing against resistance to take him wholly over and over again.
“Shit, I’m close,” he says through clenched teeth and
“Shit, I’m close,” he says through clenched teeth and
Izuku doubles his efforts until Katsuki is cumming down the back of his throat. He shudders as the wet mouth slides off his spent cock, watching as Izuku wipes his mouth off the back of his sleeve.
“I’ve missed how you taste, Kacchan,” he says with a smile.
“I’ve missed how you taste, Kacchan,” he says with a smile.
Katsuki furrows his brows. “Don’t be gross.” A low chuckle escapes Izuku’s lips and it feels warm in his chest. Shit, he’s let this go too far. He doesn’t say anything as Izuku climbs off the bed to his feet, eyes curiously following where he went.
“Sorry, sorry,” he mutters back. He trails a finger down Katsuki’s chest, stopping right at the dip of his hip. Without warning, Katsuki is being flipped onto his stomach and the loose ends of the rope are being tied together at his wrists, which are pulled back behind him.
“Deku,” he warns, voice muffled by the bed. A strong hand presses into one of his shoulder blades, further sinking him into the bed.
“Lift your hips up, baby.” Katsuki hesitates but eventually complies with the order. Izuku places kisses along his spine, the
“Lift your hips up, baby.” Katsuki hesitates but eventually complies with the order. Izuku places kisses along his spine, the
nape of his neck, and finally right below his earlobe. “This used to be one of your favorite positions. You practically begged me to fuck you tied up like this.”
Katsuki felt the warmth of his breath against his skin, shivered under the weight of his words. “I don’t beg.”
Katsuki felt the warmth of his breath against his skin, shivered under the weight of his words. “I don’t beg.”
“Right,” he hums. Katsuki can’t see him clearly in this position. His left cheek is against the pillow and his gaze is directed towards a painting of of a pomegranate tree. He can hear Izuku stripping down, perhaps reaching for something in the drawer behind him. There’s a second
of silence before the bed creaks and Izuku is hovering over him.
“You look so beautiful, presenting yourself like this for me.” A curious finger traces his entrance while Izuku plants a kiss atop his shoulder. “Tell me, Kacchan. Have you thought about me touching you?”
“You look so beautiful, presenting yourself like this for me.” A curious finger traces his entrance while Izuku plants a kiss atop his shoulder. “Tell me, Kacchan. Have you thought about me touching you?”
This is a bad idea. Katsuki gives a small yelp when a wet finger probes the rim of his hole, tentatively, like waiting for permission. “Fuck, just do it already!”
“That’s not an answer to my question.”
“That’s not an answer to my question.”
“Yes, of course I fucking thought about it. Happy?” He flushes red with his embarrassment. This man has continuously fucked him over. He deserves no redemption, no lenience.
And perhaps it’s the leftover drugs in the system, or the way Izuku’s breath ghosts the back of his
And perhaps it’s the leftover drugs in the system, or the way Izuku’s breath ghosts the back of his
neck, but tonight, he wants to give in. Time and time again Izuku has been selfish with him. It’s his turn to feel good amongst the shit hand he’s been dealt.
“Incredibly so, Kacchan,” Izuku eventually responds, cruelly sliding two lubed fingers into him. Katsuki goes rigid
“Incredibly so, Kacchan,” Izuku eventually responds, cruelly sliding two lubed fingers into him. Katsuki goes rigid
with the sudden intrusion, a feeling that could only be described as a burning fullness. He lets out a groan, broken and breathy as he adjusts his position to better support him.
Katsuki has touched himself since leaving Izuku, used a dildo or vibrator here and there, but
Katsuki has touched himself since leaving Izuku, used a dildo or vibrator here and there, but
nothing compares to the expert hands scissoring and touching the deepest parts of him. A third finger joins in to elicit muffled moans out Katsuki, who is fucking himself in a desperate attempt to feel him deeper.
“You’re so desperate for me,” Izuku says while removing his
“You’re so desperate for me,” Izuku says while removing his
fingers. Katsuki fights back a whimper that would only serve to prove his point. He peeks up over his shoulder when he’s left empty.
“Take a picture if you want to remember the moment, dipshit,” Katsuki sneers. He doesn’t take kind to being called desperate, or the waiting game
“Take a picture if you want to remember the moment, dipshit,” Katsuki sneers. He doesn’t take kind to being called desperate, or the waiting game
Izuku seems so keen on playing. The man above him offers a lazy smile and nods, pumping his cock and preparing it with lube. It’s a teeth grinding moment that Katsuki has to bear, but the wait is worth it, as the head of Izuku’s cock presses into him.
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Izuku bottoms out without warning and it takes everything in Katsuki for his hips to not dip back into the mattress. Izuku takes two fistfuls of rope in his hands and yanks him closer, fucking into him with a maddening pace.
“You feel so good, fuck, so good baby,” Izuku praises, tugging him back once more until Katsuki’s back is flush with his chest. He thrusts his hips upwards while dragging the blond down onto his cock, letting out a groan when he’s certain he has successfully found Katsuki’s
prostate. Katsuki is moaning without holding back now, a small line of drool trickling down his chin.
He’s too fucked out to focus, or do anything other than calling out Izuku’s name in sharp cries when he’s stimulated repeatedly. He feels a warm pressure pooling in his gut and
He’s too fucked out to focus, or do anything other than calling out Izuku’s name in sharp cries when he’s stimulated repeatedly. He feels a warm pressure pooling in his gut and
he knows he’s close to cumming untouched just by being fucked in earnest by his old lover’s cock. A part of him wants to feel guilt or remorse, perhaps even a sliver of embarrassment, but one of Izuku’s hands is wrapped around his throat and squeezing with just enough pressure
for it to burn and /burn good/. Izuku is guiding Katsuki further onto his cock by his throat, fingertips digging crescents into his skin, and he’s so close
/so close/
and Izuku must feel it to because he’s humming in his pleasure. He slams up into Katsuki with a few forceful
/so close/
and Izuku must feel it to because he’s humming in his pleasure. He slams up into Katsuki with a few forceful
thrusts that send him over the end, then keeps going, painfully over stimulating and causing Katsuki’s eyes to fill with wet tears.
“I-Izuku,” he groans, body going slack after his orgasm. Izuku doesn’t let him rest, keeps fucking him in earnest right against his prostate.
“I-Izuku,” he groans, body going slack after his orgasm. Izuku doesn’t let him rest, keeps fucking him in earnest right against his prostate.
“Say it again,” Izuku demands from him.
Katsuki has fat tears rolling down his cheeks and he can do nothing but oblige. “Izuku, please.” He’s not even sure the words come out.
But it does something to Izuku. He bucks his hips one last time before cumming inside of Katsuki.
Katsuki has fat tears rolling down his cheeks and he can do nothing but oblige. “Izuku, please.” He’s not even sure the words come out.
But it does something to Izuku. He bucks his hips one last time before cumming inside of Katsuki.
He pulls out and splatters the remaining cum on his lower back, watches it dribble down his ass. Some sort of claim or assertion of dominance.
Izuku relaxes his grip on Katsuki’s throat and gently lowers him back down to the bed, untying his wrists with soothing sounds and
Izuku relaxes his grip on Katsuki’s throat and gently lowers him back down to the bed, untying his wrists with soothing sounds and
turning him into his back. He wipes his cheeks with his thumb, kisses the salty tears and then the sweat of his brow.
“Kacchan.” His voice is so loving it makes Katsuki feel sick. “Don’t leave. Stay with me tonight.”
“Kacchan.” His voice is so loving it makes Katsuki feel sick. “Don’t leave. Stay with me tonight.”
He pretends to be asleep as the guilt settles in his stomach. Was it worth the price of getting hurt? Just to feel a jagged piece of Izuku Midoriya’s love again?
Katsuki feels Izuku place a tender kiss on his lips and stand up to use the restroom. He cleans him off even when he
Katsuki feels Izuku place a tender kiss on his lips and stand up to use the restroom. He cleans him off even when he
is feigning sleep and tucks him under the covers like a child.
“I love you,” he whispers, seemingly expectant that no one will hear. “I’m so sorry for everything... I hope you can understand everything soon.”
The lights flicker off and Izuku wraps an arm around his waist.
“I love you,” he whispers, seemingly expectant that no one will hear. “I’m so sorry for everything... I hope you can understand everything soon.”
The lights flicker off and Izuku wraps an arm around his waist.
Katsuki spends his night restless under the touch of the man he loves.
He can’t keep doing this to himself.
He can’t keep doing this to himself.
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Izuku is snoring softly when Katsuki finally works up the nerve to crawl out of bed. He doesn’t know if it’s been minutes or hours since the man beside him fell asleep, all he knows is they it’s tortuous and long all the same.
He quietly gets dressed in the dark, careful not
He quietly gets dressed in the dark, careful not
to disturb the silence. Katsuki finds himself holding his breath with every subtle sound that he makes. It dawns on him that he is scared of Izuku. Scared of being caught, what he might do to his mind and heart all over again.
But at this point, hasn’t Izuku already won?
But at this point, hasn’t Izuku already won?
It’s his bachelor party, less than 48 hours until he’s standing at the altar with Ochako, and Katsuki has crawled into his bed.
The thought makes Katsuki’s stomach churn.
The thought makes Katsuki’s stomach churn.
Katsuki does a final sweep of the hotel room for his camera, he’s sure he had it when he went down in the elevator, but his search is fruitless. The throbbing in his head is telling him to stop for the moment, catch his breath and recenter himself— and then he hears stirring.
“Kacchan,” a sleepy voice calls out. He freezes in his tracks. “Kacchan, where are you going so late? Come back to bed.”
“No.” The answer causes Izuku to rise from his daze, propping himself up to squint at Katsuki through the darkness. “I need to get to /MY/ hotel room.”
“No.” The answer causes Izuku to rise from his daze, propping himself up to squint at Katsuki through the darkness. “I need to get to /MY/ hotel room.”
Izuku uncovers himself and it causes Katsuki to take a step back. He frowns, remaining in his place. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Ha! What’s wrong? You’re asking me /what’s wrong/?” Katsuki rubs his temples in frustration. “Let’s start with this. We just fucked at your bachelor party.
“Ha! What’s wrong? You’re asking me /what’s wrong/?” Katsuki rubs his temples in frustration. “Let’s start with this. We just fucked at your bachelor party.
Don’t even get me started on the fact your drugged me and then tied me up to do so.”
“I wouldn’t have had sex with you if you had said no, I would never—“
“Shut up. Shut the fuck up.” Katsuki is trembling, practically foaming at the mouth with his rage and fear. This is the
“I wouldn’t have had sex with you if you had said no, I would never—“
“Shut up. Shut the fuck up.” Katsuki is trembling, practically foaming at the mouth with his rage and fear. This is the
man he loves, looking up at him with those wide doe eyes that cut through the darkness. The love has gone sour waiting for Izuku’s empty promises. No denial or bed warming can change that. “I can’t do this. I can’t keep doing this. I meant it when I said I never want to see you
again after this wedding. Either you’re too stupid or too selfish to see how badly you’re fucking me up with your games.”
Izuku goes to stand up but Katsuki holds out a hand to stop him. “I’m going to leave this room. Tomorrow you’re going to get married. That’s it. It was
Izuku goes to stand up but Katsuki holds out a hand to stop him. “I’m going to leave this room. Tomorrow you’re going to get married. That’s it. It was
never going to last. We both fucking knew it going in. Whatever your reason, you chose her. And I keep choosing you regardless of that fact.”
“Sit down, let’s talk this out—“
“No,” he says again firmly and Izuku flinches at the word. “The more you talk, the farther I get
“Sit down, let’s talk this out—“
“No,” he says again firmly and Izuku flinches at the word. “The more you talk, the farther I get
pulled back in. I’m done, Izuku. For real this time.”
Izuku doesn’t argue when Katsuki heads for the door. There’s a palpable tension in the air shifting around them yet no one says a word to break it. When the door clicks shut and Katsuki finds himself in the hallway, blinded
Izuku doesn’t argue when Katsuki heads for the door. There’s a palpable tension in the air shifting around them yet no one says a word to break it. When the door clicks shut and Katsuki finds himself in the hallway, blinded
by the bright lights, he squints back tears. The silence hurt. He knew long ago that Izuku would never really choose him but this was the final moment he needed to separate delusion from reality.
Katsuki takes his time heading back to the room he was meant to share with
Katsuki takes his time heading back to the room he was meant to share with
Hanta and Kaminari. His phone’s battery is clinging to its last bit of life when he checks the time. Five thirty in the morning.
He’s sure to be quiet when he enters. The lights are on and his friends are passed out in a mess of drunkenly entangled limbs, shoes and dress pants
He’s sure to be quiet when he enters. The lights are on and his friends are passed out in a mess of drunkenly entangled limbs, shoes and dress pants
still on from the night’s activities. Katsuki is just thankful the other queen bed is empty, so he turns out the lights and climbs under the sheets— hoping to finally get some much needed rest.
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Half of the wedding party is hungover, camera crew included, when eleven am
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Half of the wedding party is hungover, camera crew included, when eleven am
check out approaches. Kaminari briefly broaches the subject about Katsuki’s disappearance but doesn’t push too hard when he’s met with curt responses.
The jet ride is low energy back to the estate. They’re due to arrive a few hours before the rehearsal dinner and everyone seems
The jet ride is low energy back to the estate. They’re due to arrive a few hours before the rehearsal dinner and everyone seems
to be thankful for a sliver of time for much needed rest. Izuku pays no glances in Katsuki’s direction the entire time and it feels odd. Liberating? Maybe. That seems to be too dangerous of a word.
They arrive without interruption and part their separate ways, Kaminari and
They arrive without interruption and part their separate ways, Kaminari and
Hanta dragging their feet behind Katsuki who only feels the lingering effects of the roofies and the lost sleep. They head to their respective beds when they get back to the guest house and Katsuki plops on the couch beside Eijirou and Ashido who apparently have been back for
hours. When he settles into his seat, he takes notice they he seems to have interrupted a rather serious conversation.
“You look like shit,” Ashido comments, and all Katsuki can do in return is grunt. “Long night?”
“Don’t change the subject on my behalf.” He closes his eyes
“You look like shit,” Ashido comments, and all Katsuki can do in return is grunt. “Long night?”
“Don’t change the subject on my behalf.” He closes his eyes
like he’s waiting for her to suddenly start talking again.
Except it’s Eijirou’s voice that comes instead. “We saw a few weird things last night. Well, mostly Ashido did, but.”
“—okay, so get this.” Gossip queen extraordinaire assumes her position. Katsuki keeps his eyes shut
Except it’s Eijirou’s voice that comes instead. “We saw a few weird things last night. Well, mostly Ashido did, but.”
“—okay, so get this.” Gossip queen extraordinaire assumes her position. Katsuki keeps his eyes shut
but listens all the same. It’s best to hear her out or else the conversation ends up eons longer than it needs to be. “I was filming, and seriously most of the girls are buzzed except the bride, right?”
Because she’s pregnant.
Because she’s pregnant.
“She’s been sipping water and bubbly imitation shit all night.”
With Izuku’s, or not Izuku’s, child. He hasn’t decided what to believe yet.
“And I fucking saw her head to the bar area and down like three shots of tequila in a row when the rest of her party were not paying
With Izuku’s, or not Izuku’s, child. He hasn’t decided what to believe yet.
“And I fucking saw her head to the bar area and down like three shots of tequila in a row when the rest of her party were not paying
attention to her.”
Katsuki’s eyes snap open. Attention grabbed. “Huh?”
“Dude, and I mean, it’s none of our business but Ashido said she saw Ochako ‘fluff’ herself up quite a few times last night.” Eijirou makes a gesture at his stomach to get the point across.
Katsuki’s eyes snap open. Attention grabbed. “Huh?”
“Dude, and I mean, it’s none of our business but Ashido said she saw Ochako ‘fluff’ herself up quite a few times last night.” Eijirou makes a gesture at his stomach to get the point across.
“Like totally none of our business,” Ashido says with a nod.
“Bullshit, you make everything your business.” Katsuki runs a hand down his face, mind jumbled and still foggy.
“I really do.” She offers a proud smile and brings her pointer finger to her chin.
“Bullshit, you make everything your business.” Katsuki runs a hand down his face, mind jumbled and still foggy.
“I really do.” She offers a proud smile and brings her pointer finger to her chin.
“So what are you getting at, then, pinky?”
“Well, again, it’s really just a guess and we have no proof—“ Eijirou starts.
“We think Ochako is lying about being pregnant!” Ashido always has to deliver the final blow. The awe-striking moment. “Or she wants to kill the thing.”
“Well, again, it’s really just a guess and we have no proof—“ Eijirou starts.
“We think Ochako is lying about being pregnant!” Ashido always has to deliver the final blow. The awe-striking moment. “Or she wants to kill the thing.”
Fuck. The first though that crosses his mind:
Does Izuku know? Should he know? Even if it’s a guess…
Katsuki isn’t sure how much more of this fucking shit he can take.
Does Izuku know? Should he know? Even if it’s a guess…
Katsuki isn’t sure how much more of this fucking shit he can take.
💍TBC💍
“Are you sure?” Katsuki asks, a little too interested. Eijirou quirks a brow and keeps his mouth shut.
“No, not really. Here, take a look for yourself!” Ashido darts out of her seat to grab her camera and the footage from the bachelorette night in question. Eijirou and Katsuki
“No, not really. Here, take a look for yourself!” Ashido darts out of her seat to grab her camera and the footage from the bachelorette night in question. Eijirou and Katsuki
sit in silence for a few minutes, the sound of Ashido rummaging through her things echoing in the background.
“Hey bro,” Eijirou starts. “Is something up?”
It’s his best friend. He should trust him— though the words stick to the back of his throat. “Everything is fine.”
“Hey bro,” Eijirou starts. “Is something up?”
It’s his best friend. He should trust him— though the words stick to the back of his throat. “Everything is fine.”
“You’re a bad liar.”
“Like hell I am, shitty hair for brains.”
“It’s him, isn’t it?” Eijirou asks and Katsuki feels like he’s choking. Ashido returns before he can respond— before he can deny the accusation.
“Like hell I am, shitty hair for brains.”
“It’s him, isn’t it?” Eijirou asks and Katsuki feels like he’s choking. Ashido returns before he can respond— before he can deny the accusation.
“Okay, buckle up buttercups!” She cheers, settling into the space between them to go over the footage.
It doesn’t take long for Katsuki to see that their speculations aren’t based out of thin air. Every time the camera pans to Ochako when she thinks she’s not being watched, her
It doesn’t take long for Katsuki to see that their speculations aren’t based out of thin air. Every time the camera pans to Ochako when she thinks she’s not being watched, her
behavior shifts. Those brief instances are enough to completely unsettle him. Katsuki leaves the room without a word to either of his friends and shuts himself off to world.
At least until the rehearsal dinner.
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At least until the rehearsal dinner.
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Said rehearsal dinner runs smooth to warrant a happy thumbs up from Ochako and her little wedding slave Sarah, too. Wedding planner. Right.
Izuku has a gentle touch at Ochako’s waist as they bid each of their wedding party guests good night. The camera crew stick around long
Izuku has a gentle touch at Ochako’s waist as they bid each of their wedding party guests good night. The camera crew stick around long
enough to watch everyone file out and Izuku pretends that Katsuki is just an ordinary man behind that camera. It’s hard, nearly impossible, but he gets through the night without so much as glancing in the blond’s general direction.
Izuku notes the cameras circling in as the last of the party dwindles.
“Have a good night, everyone! We start early tomorrow so rest up!” Sarah says with a smile to the last of the guests and the crew. She turns to Ochako and Izuku. “Alright love birds, outta here! No bags
“Have a good night, everyone! We start early tomorrow so rest up!” Sarah says with a smile to the last of the guests and the crew. She turns to Ochako and Izuku. “Alright love birds, outta here! No bags
under the eyes or this whole affair might as well be ruined!”
Izuku plants a kiss to Ochako’s brow before she’s dragged off to the main house. The cameras drop to waists and it signifies the end of the night. He avoids all eye contact with Katsuki and begins his hike down the
Izuku plants a kiss to Ochako’s brow before she’s dragged off to the main house. The cameras drop to waists and it signifies the end of the night. He avoids all eye contact with Katsuki and begins his hike down the
path to the guest house.
He can feel Katsuki’s eyes digging into him with every step. Izuku can’t turn though, can’t face the man who left his bed in trembling anger— perhaps also fear. Of him.
He can feel Katsuki’s eyes digging into him with every step. Izuku can’t turn though, can’t face the man who left his bed in trembling anger— perhaps also fear. Of him.
Fuck. Izuku’s fucked everything up. The secrecy, the lies, the inability to stay away from Katsuki— it’s made everything worse. He’s made his bed and he intends to lie in it tomorrow at the wedding.
Izuku makes it to the master bedroom of the guest house without caving to his
Izuku makes it to the master bedroom of the guest house without caving to his
desire to talk to Katsuki. Apologize. Grovel at his feet.
The image cuts short when he finds a CD on his bed. Weird, he thinks. He pops it into the drive of his laptop while he strips of his formal attire, plugs his cell phone onto its charger while the CD loads up.
The image cuts short when he finds a CD on his bed. Weird, he thinks. He pops it into the drive of his laptop while he strips of his formal attire, plugs his cell phone onto its charger while the CD loads up.
Izuku sits on his bed as poorly clipped footage begins playing. Ochako. From her bachelorette party?
Oh. She’s drinking.
And. What is she doing now?
Oh. She’s drinking.
And. What is she doing now?
He watches his fiancé adjust her stomach in her flowy dress and knock back a shot in the corner of the room. “Chako, darling, you’re getting sloppy.”
Izuku had always known the baby had been a lie to some degree. Hell, they had never slept together. No one would believe that
Izuku had always known the baby had been a lie to some degree. Hell, they had never slept together. No one would believe that
though, not after the intricate stories and contracts and parading. Ochako claimed it some freak accident. It “probably happened at Fantasy Suites” and “you were drunk out of your mind, Zuzu”.
Her excuses never stuck. Yet the contracts and the ultrasounds she brought home were
Her excuses never stuck. Yet the contracts and the ultrasounds she brought home were
enough to make him stay. Albeit, temporarily.
Izuku ejects the disc and puts it aside. It must have been Katsuki who sent it, right? He’s the only one with any reason to be suspicious of Ochako since he revealed the secret. He smiles down at it and then reaches over to his
Izuku ejects the disc and puts it aside. It must have been Katsuki who sent it, right? He’s the only one with any reason to be suspicious of Ochako since he revealed the secret. He smiles down at it and then reaches over to his
phone to dial an old friend’s number.
He’s got a lot to do before the ceremony tomorrow, but at least he knows Katsuki cares.
💍TBC💍
He’s got a lot to do before the ceremony tomorrow, but at least he knows Katsuki cares.
💍TBC💍
The morning of the wedding occurs in a blur. Ashido and Kaminari are tossing clothes left and right to get dressed for the occasion while Hanta has kidnapped Eijirou to get breakfast to go. The crew has to be ready much earlier than the wedding party to capture every moment.
Katsuki sits in the living room, lips twitching as he watches the chaotic scene unfold. He rather watch paint dry than watch these two get ready for an event ever again. He scrolls through his feed with feigned interest— headlines of the wedding popping up everywhere he goes.
He thinks to himself— this is it. The last day. All of this mess will be over and he never has to think of this stupid wedding again. (He knows, in reality, he’ll think about it all too much.)
A text message lights up his dimming screen and he perks up.
A text message lights up his dimming screen and he perks up.
|Shitty Hair: they’re out of that spicy sausage you like, want something else?|
He sighs, disappointed with himself for the small spark of hope that surged in him. A hope that it was Izuku, still chasing after him. He quickly replies back and locks his phone, slouching back on
He sighs, disappointed with himself for the small spark of hope that surged in him. A hope that it was Izuku, still chasing after him. He quickly replies back and locks his phone, slouching back on
the couch. The feeling in his stomach most likely wouldn’t let him eat anyway.
Some time passes and Katsuki is nudged awake with a black coffee and a strangely sympathetic smile from his best friend. “Rise and shine, bro. Time to head over.”
The beginning of the end.
Some time passes and Katsuki is nudged awake with a black coffee and a strangely sympathetic smile from his best friend. “Rise and shine, bro. Time to head over.”
The beginning of the end.
Katsuki nods and sips at the lukewarm coffee, cooled from its journey in the car. Hesitantly, he follows his friends out of the building and splits off with Hanta and Kaminari to the other guest house. Eijirou claps Katsuki’s shoulder, that same smile on his face.
If his head wasn’t so fuzzy with the chaos of what this day holds, Katsuki would have noticed the odd behavior sooner— the look that screams “sorry you’re going through this” like he lost his goddamn puppy in a tragic accident.
Hindsight is 20/20 though.
Hindsight is 20/20 though.
Katsuki gives Eijirou a confused look, the redhead parting towards the main house before he can receive it.
The trio enters the house and begins to set up their equipment, quiet chatter filling the living area as the groomsmen shuffled out of their respective rooms. Katsuki
The trio enters the house and begins to set up their equipment, quiet chatter filling the living area as the groomsmen shuffled out of their respective rooms. Katsuki
kept an eye on the last closed door. Where was Izuku? Not that he should care.
He does, though, so he gives a small knock before entering the dark bedroom. “Hey, you’re going to miss your own wedding, dipshit.”
It’s empty. The bed looks untouched and the suitcases are packed
He does, though, so he gives a small knock before entering the dark bedroom. “Hey, you’re going to miss your own wedding, dipshit.”
It’s empty. The bed looks untouched and the suitcases are packed
away neatly in the corner of the room. Katsuki takes another step into the room without thinking about it. He runs a hand over the bed, not slept in he assumes (Izuku never really made it a habit to make his bed), and wonders if he spent the night with Ochako.
Katsuki curls his hand into a fist and takes a step back. Same fucking cycle. Think of him. Think of him with Ochako— the lies. Get angry. Back to square one, rinse and repeat.
“Hey.” That familiar voice rings in his ears and he swallows thickly.
“Hey.” That familiar voice rings in his ears and he swallows thickly.
“We’re starting filming, came to let you know.” He maneuvers around Izuku, surprised when there’s little resistance to his departure.
“Thanks.” Izuku smiles, sad, just like the one Eijirou gave him earlier. “Oh, and thank you for the disc yesterday. It’s nice to know you care
“Thanks.” Izuku smiles, sad, just like the one Eijirou gave him earlier. “Oh, and thank you for the disc yesterday. It’s nice to know you care
at least that much.”
Katsuki stops at the doorframe. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Izuku.”
Izuku opens his mouth, to say something or argue but pauses instead. The smile falters, if only briefly. “My mistake. Go on ahead. I’ll be right out.”
Katsuki stops at the doorframe. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Izuku.”
Izuku opens his mouth, to say something or argue but pauses instead. The smile falters, if only briefly. “My mistake. Go on ahead. I’ll be right out.”
Katsuki nods, does as he’s told, wondering what he could have meant. Less than four hours until the wedding— after then, it won’t matter anymore.
💍
💍
Izuku stands off to side of the guest house while guests finish filling into their seats. The weather is gorgeous and couldn’t be more perfect for an outdoor wedding. Katsuki is watching him periodically in between shots of the scenery.
They had just finished up with the photographers and the ‘first look’ session, the air surrounding the duo seemingly off. Izuku still wore that dazzling smile and looked adoringly at Ochako but every motion was robotic and hollow.
Did they fight last night? Did Ochako find out about the bachelor party? Or did Izuku confront her about the fake pregnancy? If it /was/ fake— Katsuki isn’t sure he can trust Eijirou and Ashido’s sleuthing skills by themselves.
The weirdest part? Izuku won’t look at him. He stares off blankly into the distance, not paying him any mind. A complete 180 from his previous behavior— Katsuki should be happy. He /is/ happy.
Right? Right. It’s bittersweet.
Right? Right. It’s bittersweet.
“Stop being a nervous fucking wreck. It doesn’t suit you.” Izuku looks down at Katsuki, uncertain if he’s imagining it or not.
Izuku forces a chuckle. “Yeah, you’re right.” That’s all he says, straightening his body to stand tall as his focus shifts back to the guests.
Izuku forces a chuckle. “Yeah, you’re right.” That’s all he says, straightening his body to stand tall as his focus shifts back to the guests.
Katsuki follows his gaze with the camera and finds a lanky man with long dark hair dressed in all black. He zooms the camera in to get a better look, notes the outline of a scar under one of his eyes. A strung out kind of man, out of place at a shindig like this.
Izuku refuses to look anywhere else but at the man. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
“Huh?” Izuku blinks.
“New boyfriend? Seems a little old for your tastes,” Katsuki mutters. He can’t help the jealously creeping under his words.
“Huh?” Izuku blinks.
“New boyfriend? Seems a little old for your tastes,” Katsuki mutters. He can’t help the jealously creeping under his words.
Izuku shakes his head with laughter. “Yeah, no, you’ve got it all wrong, Kacchan.”
“None of my business.” Katsuki bites the inside of his cheek.
“He’s a friend,” he continues to explain even though Katsuki pretends not to listen. “He’s known Ochako for a long time, actually.”
“None of my business.” Katsuki bites the inside of his cheek.
“He’s a friend,” he continues to explain even though Katsuki pretends not to listen. “He’s known Ochako for a long time, actually.”
If Katsuki intends to respond, he doesn’t get a chance to. Sarah is swooping in and directing the wedding party to take their places at the “altar”. In this case, the altar is a beautifully constructed archway made of white wood adorn with flowers the color of the sunrise.
Hanta and Kaminari assume their fixed positions at the ceremony and Katsuki finds his spot off to the side of the first row. Ha. Front row view of seeing Izuku-fucking-Midoriya getting married. How lucky for him.
It feels like hours pass, when honestly it’s more like minutes, when the music begins and the crowd goes silent. Katsuki desperately wants to look as the bridesmaids walk down the aisle but remains honed in on his subject. One by one they file in and take their spots on the
the bride’s side. There’s a small chorus of gasps as Ochako begins his walk, at least he assumes it’s her after everyone else has gone.
Izuku’s face remains neutral. Katsuki watches every twitch of face, his mouth— there’s no light in his eyes as his bride walks towards him.
Izuku’s face remains neutral. Katsuki watches every twitch of face, his mouth— there’s no light in his eyes as his bride walks towards him.
And then, she’s there. Standing across from him with pretty pink cheeks and a dress that perfectly hides the roundness of her stomach. They take each other’s hands and the music gently fades to silence.
The ceremony begins and Izuku looks anything but happy.
The ceremony begins and Izuku looks anything but happy.
💍TBC💍
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This is the beginning of the end. The music fades and it’s deadly quiet until the woman officiating the wedding begins her speech. Everyone’s faces are flushed a light pink from sun beating down on their skin and the woman’s voice is sing song-y in all the right ways.
She sounds like a broadcaster or host, which honestly wouldn’t surprise Katsuki in the slightest. He’s thankful for the tripod or otherwise his camerawork would be shaky with nerves. It isn’t his wedding, he has no right or reason to be nervous… but through the lens of the
lens of the camera he’s watching every twitch of Izuku’s lips or fingers, too close to the situation for comfort.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Ochako is beginning her vows and Katsuki feels like he’s swallowing dirt. It’s dry and hard to breathe, suffocating even, and he hates the
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Ochako is beginning her vows and Katsuki feels like he’s swallowing dirt. It’s dry and hard to breathe, suffocating even, and he hates the
position he let himself get into— the position Izuku /forced/ him into.
He coughs into the nook of his elbow which warrants a few dirty looks. Izuku glances over, if only briefly, and Katsuki hides behind the camera like a fucking coward. There’s no place for bitter emotions
He coughs into the nook of his elbow which warrants a few dirty looks. Izuku glances over, if only briefly, and Katsuki hides behind the camera like a fucking coward. There’s no place for bitter emotions
at a wedding that isn’t your own.
“Zuzu,” Ochako says so sweetly that Katsuki has to stop himself from gagging. What an awful nickname. His camera is trained on Izuku’s expression, as directed by wedding planner extraordinaire or whatever her title was, and there’s an
“Zuzu,” Ochako says so sweetly that Katsuki has to stop himself from gagging. What an awful nickname. His camera is trained on Izuku’s expression, as directed by wedding planner extraordinaire or whatever her title was, and there’s an
astonishing lack of emotion.
Ochako continues. “Thank you for everything you’ve done and continue to do for me. You’re truly a selfless person and that’s what made me fall for you, even on national television.” She pauses for the small chorus of laughter, her reaction painfully
Ochako continues. “Thank you for everything you’ve done and continue to do for me. You’re truly a selfless person and that’s what made me fall for you, even on national television.” She pauses for the small chorus of laughter, her reaction painfully
rehearsed. “I love you, Zuzu. You’ll make a wonderful husband, and an amazing father.”
Katsuki missed the beginning half of the bitch’s vows but finds it generic and boring. What’s worse is that Izuku isn’t even trying to mask that he’s feeling something akin, no feigned tears
Katsuki missed the beginning half of the bitch’s vows but finds it generic and boring. What’s worse is that Izuku isn’t even trying to mask that he’s feeling something akin, no feigned tears
or wide smiles. Wasn’t he supposed to be a great actor?
Ochako begins to look a tad nervous as the woman directs the crowd’s attention to Izuku, who is next to say his vows. She glances into the crowd and Katsuki notices her eyes go slightly wider upon locking onto something in
Ochako begins to look a tad nervous as the woman directs the crowd’s attention to Izuku, who is next to say his vows. She glances into the crowd and Katsuki notices her eyes go slightly wider upon locking onto something in
the sea of people. She goes to pull back her hands but Izuku squeezes tight until knuckles go white. Katsuki looks over his shoulder to gauge what, no who, she’s looking at. The dark haired man from before.
“Ochako, darling, it’s not nice to look away when I’m about to pour my
“Ochako, darling, it’s not nice to look away when I’m about to pour my
heart out,” Izuku finally starts. It brings everyone’s attention back to the couple at the front. She forces a smile and nods. “That’s better. You’ll want to be paying attention.”
The tone of his words shift, and with it, so does the air. “I met this lovely woman, not out of
The tone of his words shift, and with it, so does the air. “I met this lovely woman, not out of
luck or fate or chance, but on the show ‘The Bachelor’… which most of you all already know, I must sound horribly redundant but I find it an important detail. See, my PR team and lawyers came to me two weeks before filming to tell me of a great business opportunity.”
The look on Ochako’s face looks devastated. “What are you doing—“ she hisses under her breath, and Izuku only continues.
“Up and coming lawyer Ochako Uraraka, rags to riches, beautiful and powerful. Her firm working with my company would be an excellent merger for us, and it
“Up and coming lawyer Ochako Uraraka, rags to riches, beautiful and powerful. Her firm working with my company would be an excellent merger for us, and it
would only boost All Might Tech’s image and credibility to have her on our side. And I agreed— I had nothing to lose, and she seemed like an intelligent woman who could keep up with me.” Izuku flashes a smile towards the crowd. “See, ladies and gentlemen, the show was rigged from
the start. Shocking! I know. It happens more frequently than you’d think on reality television, I’m afraid.”
Gasps emerge from the crowd. Katsuki’s heart is hammering in his chest, his head. What the hell is Izuku doing exposing all of this in front of everyone?
Gasps emerge from the crowd. Katsuki’s heart is hammering in his chest, his head. What the hell is Izuku doing exposing all of this in front of everyone?
“So with the contract made, the papers signed, we agreed to myself picking Ochako in the finalé and eventually marrying her if all worked out.” Izuku says with all the indifference in the world. “A week before the show, I was contacted by a friend of Ochako’s. Shouta Aizawa, can
you wave for us in the back?”
The man grunts and dips his head lower, unimpressed with the sudden attention brought upon him. “He’s shy! So sorry about that.” Katsuki is fucking reeling on the inside. He watches Ochako try to tug herself away from her fiancé but he stands
The man grunts and dips his head lower, unimpressed with the sudden attention brought upon him. “He’s shy! So sorry about that.” Katsuki is fucking reeling on the inside. He watches Ochako try to tug herself away from her fiancé but he stands
firm. “Honey, not you too. I think you’ll want to stay for this part.”
“Izuku, what the hell is going on?” Ochako snaps, unable to get away.
“Your friend over there told me about the investigation on you. All he needed was the evidence, the inside man.” Izuku smiles something
“Izuku, what the hell is going on?” Ochako snaps, unable to get away.
“Your friend over there told me about the investigation on you. All he needed was the evidence, the inside man.” Izuku smiles something
wicked. “Sorry, let me enlighten you all. See, our dear Ochako, has been laundering from her firm. Big money. She probably would have gone after my company’s money too— This isn’t her first time either!”
All hell breaks loose. Everyone breaks out in questions and chaos, the
All hell breaks loose. Everyone breaks out in questions and chaos, the
reporters that were let in for the wedding media release awaken as the vultures they are (no video cameras though, Sarah’s rule) and begin clawing their way up to the crowd. Sarah, off in the back, throws her clipboard to the ground and leaves, most likely to the open bar that
won’t get much use with the wedding in shambles.
“You… you can’t do this! You signed confidentiality agreements, you agreed to marry me! You can’t get out of this so easily!” Ochako stomps her foot and twists her way out of Izuku’s hold. Her face is red with embarrassment or
“You… you can’t do this! You signed confidentiality agreements, you agreed to marry me! You can’t get out of this so easily!” Ochako stomps her foot and twists her way out of Izuku’s hold. Her face is red with embarrassment or
anger, perhaps a combination of the two. “You still have an obligation, a duty to that Izuku Midoriya. All you did was ruin yourself too. You won’t even be able to testify against me in court! You can’t prove a damn thing!”
Ochako’s hair comes loose out of her low bun and she
Ochako’s hair comes loose out of her low bun and she
looks absolutely insane. Katsuki catches it all on camera, too much going on to process it all.
“The contracts are meaningless.”
“What do you mean? I reread them over and over. Air tight, no loops. It’s binding, sweetheart.” Her
“The contracts are meaningless.”
“What do you mean? I reread them over and over. Air tight, no loops. It’s binding, sweetheart.” Her
tone matches the venom in Izuku’s.
“You forgot one thing, ‘sweetheart’,” Izuku says, mocking her. “I signed the contracts with Ochako Uraraka.”
Shouta, the tall man, is suddenly on the stage and cuffing Ochako. “I’m placing you under arrest…”
“You forgot one thing, ‘sweetheart’,” Izuku says, mocking her. “I signed the contracts with Ochako Uraraka.”
Shouta, the tall man, is suddenly on the stage and cuffing Ochako. “I’m placing you under arrest…”
“Fuck you!” She spits at his feet and wiggles in the grasp of his subordinates.
“…Himiko Toga, for falsification of records, identify theft, practicing of law under someone else’s license, money laundering, attempted murder…”
“…Himiko Toga, for falsification of records, identify theft, practicing of law under someone else’s license, money laundering, attempted murder…”
“Holy fucking shit.” Katsuki would have dropped the camera if it weren’t for the tripod. Izuku turns to him, mouths ‘I’m sorry’, and follows Shouta and the bride down the aisle and out of the crowd.
He catches every moment on tape, even when Ashido screams “Yeah, and the lying bitch isn’t even pregnant!” as they make their way out of the ceremony.
Katsuki’s whole world is turned upside down and it’s not even his wedding. All he can think of is Izuku, the last look of true regret spread across his freckled features.
How many more lies would he end up unfolding before this came to an end?
How many more lies would he end up unfolding before this came to an end?
💍TBC💍
Eijirou grabs Katsuki by shoulder and the next thing he knows, he’s hiking it back up to the guest house with the crew. It all happens so quickly: Ochako/Himiko/whatever the bitch’s real name was, leaves in a detailed police vehicle. Along the way, Shouta and Izuku disappear off
the premises as well. It takes nearly the rest of the afternoon for the premises to clear of reporters and curious guests and police officers.
While they wait for their exit opportunity, they sit on the patio of their guest house. They smoke in silence while Katsuki angrily
While they wait for their exit opportunity, they sit on the patio of their guest house. They smoke in silence while Katsuki angrily
glares down his phone. If anyone wants to ask him what’s up, they don’t. Sometimes it’s better not to say anything at all when Katsuki got like this.
He eventually leaves the patio and makes his way to the next guest house over, ignoring all offers by Ashido and Eijirou to
He eventually leaves the patio and makes his way to the next guest house over, ignoring all offers by Ashido and Eijirou to
accompany him. He needs to clear his head and get out of the overwhelming cloud of weed. His feet bring him to Izuku’s door— he ignores the grooms men’s inquiries too. No one stops him.
Katsuki shuts the bedroom door behind him and immediately kicks over the neatly packed
Katsuki shuts the bedroom door behind him and immediately kicks over the neatly packed
suitcase— it’s anticlimactic yet oddly invigorating. “Fuck you, dumbass.”
Izuku should have told him. Maybe things could have been different. His mind buzzes with all the ‘what ifs’ and possibilities as he settles into Izuku’s bed. He punches the pillow next to him for good
Izuku should have told him. Maybe things could have been different. His mind buzzes with all the ‘what ifs’ and possibilities as he settles into Izuku’s bed. He punches the pillow next to him for good
measure, and then lays there, perfectly calm for the first time in days.
Katsuki doesn’t write a note when he leaves, but he also doesn’t pick up the suitcase. He makes his way back to his friends and when they spot an opening, they leave after a police stop at the gates.
Katsuki doesn’t write a note when he leaves, but he also doesn’t pick up the suitcase. He makes his way back to his friends and when they spot an opening, they leave after a police stop at the gates.
The rest goes smoothly from there. Or, it should.
Radio stations flood with the news of the destroyed wedding— popular television sweethearts turned scandal of the year. Who is Himiko Toga? Was she after Izuku’s money? Is she really pregnant? What will Izuku do? How much does
Radio stations flood with the news of the destroyed wedding— popular television sweethearts turned scandal of the year. Who is Himiko Toga? Was she after Izuku’s money? Is she really pregnant? What will Izuku do? How much does
he really know?
There’s always more questions than answers.
💍
Several days pass when Katsuki finally gets the call. His breath fucking hitches seeing the name on the caller ID.
“Kacchan.” His voice. Izuku’s stupid voice.
“What do you want?”
There’s always more questions than answers.
💍
Several days pass when Katsuki finally gets the call. His breath fucking hitches seeing the name on the caller ID.
“Kacchan.” His voice. Izuku’s stupid voice.
“What do you want?”
“Can we talk?” There’s a desperation in his voice that makes Katsuki’s knees go weak.
“We are talking, nerd.” He wants to, he needs to know everything. It’s what he deserves.
That magical laugh sounds somewhat hollow on the other end of the line. “You know what I meant. Will
“We are talking, nerd.” He wants to, he needs to know everything. It’s what he deserves.
That magical laugh sounds somewhat hollow on the other end of the line. “You know what I meant. Will
you come?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s fair.” Izuku pauses. “I’ll be at the old apartment at seven tonight. Do what you will with that information… if you come, I’ll tell you everything. If you don’t… well, that’s it. That’s the end. The contract stays intact. I pay you and I
“I don’t know.”
“That’s fair.” Izuku pauses. “I’ll be at the old apartment at seven tonight. Do what you will with that information… if you come, I’ll tell you everything. If you don’t… well, that’s it. That’s the end. The contract stays intact. I pay you and I
will never call you again.”
He bites his bottom lip. “I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I ask.”
The phone call clicks off and Katsuki is alone with his thoughts again.
He bites his bottom lip. “I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I ask.”
The phone call clicks off and Katsuki is alone with his thoughts again.
💍
Seven comes and goes, but still Izuku waits. He stands at the kitchen island where memories of Katsuki making Katsudon for his birthday linger, or every time they fucked against it, unable to hold themselves together long enough to get to the bed in the next room over.
Seven comes and goes, but still Izuku waits. He stands at the kitchen island where memories of Katsuki making Katsudon for his birthday linger, or every time they fucked against it, unable to hold themselves together long enough to get to the bed in the next room over.
At the end of the day, their relationship was built on lies, ended by them too. Izuku knows it’s foolish to expect Katsuki to come back to him, to welcome him with open arms again, but the hope festers in his chest. His methods were unconventional, perhaps airing on the side of
mad… Izuku is seemingly self aware enough to know that he may have come off a little too strong in his endeavors to win Katsuki back. He admits it! Just as much as he admits that he can’t imagine a life without him. Or he can, just doesn’t want to.
Izuku looks at the clock, sighs softly as the minute hand lurches forward. He takes one of the empty whiskey glasses sitting on the counter and tucks it back in a cabinet before filling his own glass. He’s not coming.
Someone knocks on the door as he brings the drink to his lips. He opens the door to Katsuki, who pushes past him while simultaneously taking the drink from his hand.
“Kacchan, I didn’t think you were coming. You’re never late.” The clock reads seven forty seven.
“Kacchan, I didn’t think you were coming. You’re never late.” The clock reads seven forty seven.
“I got here at six thirty and it took me this long to decide whether it was even a smart idea to come inside. So,” Katsuki stops to take a swig of the whiskey, “Start talking.”
“Sure, sure.” He gestures for him to sit while he fixes his own glass of whiskey with the cup he
“Sure, sure.” He gestures for him to sit while he fixes his own glass of whiskey with the cup he
had just put away. He brings the bottle of whiskey to the coffee table and sits on the opposite end of the couch, putting distance between them. He’d be delusional to call this a romantic moment but the hope fluttering in his chest bubbles into something akin to happiness as he
watches Katsuki take another drink.
“So, I’ll start from the beginning?”
Katsuki simply nods, and he takes his cue to begin talking.
“So, I’ll start from the beginning?”
Katsuki simply nods, and he takes his cue to begin talking.
Izuku goes over the contracts, the deals he made with “Ochako” and her team, all in brief. Most of it is technical and boring, the important part being the binding properties of it all. Things changed with Shouta Aizawa approached him with his investigation— he had been on
Ochako’s trail for years and an inside source of his brought him to Izuku’s doorstep. At first he was to gain her trust, then get to know her more— let her loosen up a bit, get comfortable. He was the new ‘inside’ man, even if he wasn’t sure how’d get out of the contracts.
Shouta promised he would help with that when the time came.
“I never had any intention to marry her, I never lied about that,” Izuku interjects his story to tell Katsuki.
“Keep going.” The look the blond gives him gives him chills, makes him want to wrap him in his arms.
“I never had any intention to marry her, I never lied about that,” Izuku interjects his story to tell Katsuki.
“Keep going.” The look the blond gives him gives him chills, makes him want to wrap him in his arms.
“Right.”
Shouta keyed him in on important details little by little. The show ended and he was advised to keep things seemingly normal, but they never slept together. It was clear that part was getting on his fiancé’s nerves the more time went on.
Shouta keyed him in on important details little by little. The show ended and he was advised to keep things seemingly normal, but they never slept together. It was clear that part was getting on his fiancé’s nerves the more time went on.
She got him black out drunk and claimed pregnancy several weeks later. Had the tests to back them up, but after months of fretting, Shouta was able to confirm all the information Ochako was feeding him was falsified. How? Izuku couldn’t be too sure, the man had the answers to
many things he cared to know nothing about.
“When did you find out she wasn’t who she said she was?” Katsuki interrupts him to ask.
“I went ballistic when you left, Kacchan.” Would it serve him better to pretend he wasn’t an absolute mess when he arrived back home to an
“When did you find out she wasn’t who she said she was?” Katsuki interrupts him to ask.
“I went ballistic when you left, Kacchan.” Would it serve him better to pretend he wasn’t an absolute mess when he arrived back home to an
empty apartment. “I wanted out. It was destroying everything, pretending to stay with her. Letting her think she had me in the palm of her hand. Shouta told me then. Was it smart? I’m not sure, it probably made me crazier.”
Katsuki presses his lips together. “Why didn’t you tell me about any of it? If you claim to care so fucking much about me?”
“I wanted to. I did. Shouta told me I could compromise the investigation, get jail time myself worse case scenario. Who was to say you’d believe me?”
“I wanted to. I did. Shouta told me I could compromise the investigation, get jail time myself worse case scenario. Who was to say you’d believe me?”
“You didn’t give me a chance.”
Izuku lets out a long sigh. “I didn’t. I’m so sorry. For going behind your back, for all the lies— for hurting you. I should have left you out of my life entirely when I agreed to this.”
“But you didn’t.”
Izuku lets out a long sigh. “I didn’t. I’m so sorry. For going behind your back, for all the lies— for hurting you. I should have left you out of my life entirely when I agreed to this.”
“But you didn’t.”
“—but I didn’t,” Izuku repeats. “You made me weak. Wild. I was so enamored but you… I still am. Everything I’ve done was meant to be for you.”
Katsuki finishes his drink and sets it on the table. Izuku silently offers to fill his glass with more and he shakes his head no.
Katsuki finishes his drink and sets it on the table. Izuku silently offers to fill his glass with more and he shakes his head no.
“I’ve heard enough, Izuku.” Hearing his name pains him. He doesn’t want to let Katsuki go. “Thanks for finally telling me the truth but I think. I think it’s best we hold up to the contract.”
Izuku’s heart sinks to the floor. “Kacchan, please, let me fix this. Anything. I’ll do
Izuku’s heart sinks to the floor. “Kacchan, please, let me fix this. Anything. I’ll do
anything—“
“I know. I’m just a normal fucking guy, though. All of this? It’s ruined me. My whole fucking life is messed up because of this past year with you and I need space from it. No weddings, no contracts, no Izuku Midoriya.” Katsuki grits his teeth and stands up.
“I know. I’m just a normal fucking guy, though. All of this? It’s ruined me. My whole fucking life is messed up because of this past year with you and I need space from it. No weddings, no contracts, no Izuku Midoriya.” Katsuki grits his teeth and stands up.
Izuku stand with him and touches his arm, a ghost of a touch, a silent request. Katsuki looks up at him with furrowed brows, unable to make direct eye contact for too long.
“Goodbye, Deku.” Katsuki kisses him softly and it feels like Izuku’s lips will catch on fire from the
“Goodbye, Deku.” Katsuki kisses him softly and it feels like Izuku’s lips will catch on fire from the
contact.
“I love you, Kacchan.”
Katsuki doesn’t say it back. He leaves with the faintest hint of tears welling up in his eyes and Izuku knows he’s trying to hide the fact he’s crying.
It’s bittersweet. It hurts. He wants to chase after him. Lock him up, never let him go.
“I love you, Kacchan.”
Katsuki doesn’t say it back. He leaves with the faintest hint of tears welling up in his eyes and Izuku knows he’s trying to hide the fact he’s crying.
It’s bittersweet. It hurts. He wants to chase after him. Lock him up, never let him go.
This is one contract he can’t get out of. Katsuki is gone.
💍TBC💍
💍TBC💍
In the following weeks, everyone a part of the camera crew is approached by countless of news channels and production companies. Some hoping to cover the scandalous wedding, others aiming to hone in on the criminal life and happenings of Himiko Toga that led to her time on
The Bachelor, and the role her fiancé played in her capture.
Himiko is detained with no bail while she awaits her trial. Sources speculate it not happening for at least another year while both teams prepare their sides.
Himiko is detained with no bail while she awaits her trial. Sources speculate it not happening for at least another year while both teams prepare their sides.
The /real/ Ochako is found living with the locals of a town in South America where she was dropped off and left for dead. The footage of her returning home is eerie— her and Himiko look uncannily similar, like sisters that could be mistaken for twins. Tabloids run with many
angles but nothing sticks. It seems her coming home alive is all that matters. Regardless, it doesn’t settle right with everyone.
While he’s not kept on the inside loop, Katsuki is asked to serve as a potential witness should the time come. Him and his crew will be interviewed a handful of times due to their connections to both the wedding and The Bachelor.
Thankfully Katsuki’s role was always behind the camera so no one approaches him outside of lawyers and investigators. He’s, for all intents and purposes, still invisible to an extent. He takes time off from his job search using the generous paycheck the wedding provided—
after all, he’s mourning the loss of Izuku Midoriya.
Who, ironically, follows him wherever he goes. Katsuki can’t escape him— magazine covers, television and radio interviews, anything from All Might Tech —except this time, the real Izuku has held up to his end of the bargain.
Who, ironically, follows him wherever he goes. Katsuki can’t escape him— magazine covers, television and radio interviews, anything from All Might Tech —except this time, the real Izuku has held up to his end of the bargain.
No phone calls. No drop ins. No contact.
Everything he sees is just a hollow mask of the man who once had an inexplicable hold on his life. He grieves, he takes his frustration out at boxing classes or the gym, he moves on the best as he can.
Everything he sees is just a hollow mask of the man who once had an inexplicable hold on his life. He grieves, he takes his frustration out at boxing classes or the gym, he moves on the best as he can.
Katsuki gets his own apartment on the other side of town, eventually lands a stable job at a bigwig studio where he’s hired to be one of the main cameramen for Present Mic!, a popular talk show. The wedding footage he sold turned out to be a foot in the door for many job
opportunities— he practically had his pick of the lot.
A part of him wonders if a glowing recommendation played a part in it. That part of him is more hopeful than the rest.
A part of him wonders if a glowing recommendation played a part in it. That part of him is more hopeful than the rest.
💍SIXTEEN MONTHS LATER💍
Katsuki shifts his weight, adjusting the tie around his neck. It’s stupid and hot and he, among everyone else in the courtroom, are on the edge of their seats awaiting the jury’s verdict. They’ve been away debating Himiko Toga’s fate for hours, at least
Katsuki shifts his weight, adjusting the tie around his neck. It’s stupid and hot and he, among everyone else in the courtroom, are on the edge of their seats awaiting the jury’s verdict. They’ve been away debating Himiko Toga’s fate for hours, at least
half the day, and they’re slowly trickling back into their seats. The head juror remains standing.
“We the jury, find the defendant, Himiko Toga, guilty…”
Everything goes blank. More people speak, sentences are doled out, and the woman who now dons light blonde hair is being
“We the jury, find the defendant, Himiko Toga, guilty…”
Everything goes blank. More people speak, sentences are doled out, and the woman who now dons light blonde hair is being
escorted out of the court room. It’s over, it’s finally fucking over.
The real Ochako Uraraka stands from her seat next to Izuku Midoriya, and Katsuki knows it’s his cue to leave. He’s been to every day of the trial he can since it began without interacting with his ex—
The real Ochako Uraraka stands from her seat next to Izuku Midoriya, and Katsuki knows it’s his cue to leave. He’s been to every day of the trial he can since it began without interacting with his ex—
he’s had his mourning period but that doesn’t change the fact he has no clue how’d he’d react coming face to face with him again.
Katsuki leaves the courtroom and pulls the tie off his neck and sheds his suit coat. He stops outside the courthouse to take a breath, to take in
Katsuki leaves the courtroom and pulls the tie off his neck and sheds his suit coat. He stops outside the courthouse to take a breath, to take in
the scene and reality of it once more. A chapter has finally closed on his life.
“Kacchan?” He turns to find Izuku beside him, looking up to the height of the courthouse as well.
“Deku.” There’s a comfort in the way he says his name this time, so much different than the last.
“Kacchan?” He turns to find Izuku beside him, looking up to the height of the courthouse as well.
“Deku.” There’s a comfort in the way he says his name this time, so much different than the last.
“It’s over, huh?”
“Yeah, it’s finally over.” Izuku looks down at him with a smile so bright it outshines the sun. “It was nice seeing you… you know, today and all, but during the trial.”
For once, Katsuki smiles back at him. His chest feels light as he reaches in to touch
“Yeah, it’s finally over.” Izuku looks down at him with a smile so bright it outshines the sun. “It was nice seeing you… you know, today and all, but during the trial.”
For once, Katsuki smiles back at him. His chest feels light as he reaches in to touch
Izuku’s arm gently, wordlessly. Nothing needs to be said between them as they exchange glances in what feels like years.
“I don’t mean to overstep, Kacchan, but would you like to grab coffee with me? That is, if you’re not busy.” Izuku waits for his reply as Katsuki counts
“I don’t mean to overstep, Kacchan, but would you like to grab coffee with me? That is, if you’re not busy.” Izuku waits for his reply as Katsuki counts
the freckles on his flushed skin.
“Whatever nerd, as long as you’re buying.” He pushes past Izuku playfully, heading in the opposite direction of the coffee shop they once frequented so many times together. Izuku gives him a quizzical look and follows with a soft chuckle.
“Whatever nerd, as long as you’re buying.” He pushes past Izuku playfully, heading in the opposite direction of the coffee shop they once frequented so many times together. Izuku gives him a quizzical look and follows with a soft chuckle.
Katsuki is finally ready to understand an Izuku unencumbered by lies and contracts. A new chapter begins, and this time, out of view of the cameras.
💍THE END💍
omg thank you all so much for joining me on this wild ride. this series has been so fun to write! the storyline was crazy and emotional and one of a kind. I hope you enjoyed every bit of this as I did. ~Brynn💖
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