Thread by @cassthruart

#BKDK - NSFW
age gap, cheating(not bkdk), dilf kacchan, smut

How did Izuku get here? What in his life had he done to deserve this?

He managed to get off work early to surprise his girlfriend of two years.

It was their anniversary, of all days. There wasn't anything spectacular planned; they were just broke college students after all. But Izuku bought her flowers, he planned to surprise her, prepare a nice dinner for them and make her favorite dessert, maybe cuddle on the couch.

And if they were up to it, maybe they'd have sex, but that wasn't necessary.

Izuku has a spare key to her dorm room, and there had never been any reason to knock before, so he just let himself in.

But before he could even announce his arrival, the lewd sound of skin slapping, moans, and mewls filled his ears, overwhelming his scenes. Then he saw them.

It's horrible to watch, but Izuku finds he can't look away.

As if looking away too soon will prevent himself from fully accepting the truth, making it easier for her to weasle in some explanation or excuse. How many times had he suspected? How many times had she denied it, and told him he was crazy?

The two don't notice him at first, too immersed with themselves, but their heads quickly snap in his direction at the harsh thud when Izuku dropped the grocery bags.

All three are stunned, and not really sure what else to do, Izuku speaks first. "I'm sorry for interrupting," he says, then turns back around, shutting the door behind him.

Izuku takes off down the hallway, and it doesn't take long for Hina to come running out of the room with a blanket wrapped around her naked body. She shouts for him to stop; he doesn't. Shouts for him to come back; he doesn't.

At one point, she grabs the collar of Izuku's jacket to stop him, and he just let's it slip off him. He'd rather deal with the cold than look at her right now.

The ruckus she's making wakes up other students in the dorm, and they start coming out of their rooms one by one.

Good ... start a scene. Let everyone else know what happened.

Before exiting the building, he does one more thing. He unravels the key to her dorm room from his key ring, drops it on the floor, then heads for his car.

Up until this point, he didn't really have a chance to breakdown; he was also still in such a state of shock. But he didn't want to cry over her, though no doubt he would eventually. The thought of giving her that satisfaction too just made him more angry.

Anything she asked for, Izuku did for her with the best to his ability. Like driving her to and from work because she didn't have a car, or refusing a scholarship to attend the same college as her so they could stay together. And this is what she does?

The least she could do was not fucking cheat on him.

Izuku could have called anyone. There were friends close by, and he had his mom. But for some reason, there was only one person he wanted to talk to in that moment.

It was a bad idea, a horrible idea, but he couldn't stop himself.

The phone rings three times before he answers. "Yeah?"

Izuku's anxiety rises from the hint of annoyance in his tone, but at the same time, the deep timbre of his voice is almost soothing in itself. "Kacch-Bakugo, sir?"

"Deku?" Immediately his tone changes to one with worry. "Is everything all right? Where's Hina?"

"She's ... still at the dorm," He replies, hating the way his voice is obviously shaky. "And n-no ... it's not."

"Talk to me, Deku. What's goin' on?"

Izuku takes a deep breath. "Can I come over? I'll explain everything when I get there."

There's a notable pause, and for a second, it seems he'll say no. "Of course, I'll wait up for you." Izuku thanks him. "Izuku?"

Izuku's heart skips a beat. "Yeah?"

"Drive safe. Don't do anything stupid."

💚🧡

After a short drive, Izuku arrives at the Bakugo residence. He managed to get there without any issues, still numb from what he had just witnessed. Hina had been calling him nonstop, left tons of texts and voice messages, but Izuku hadn't answered any of them.

He'd block her number soon, just not yet.

Izuku had already gone over in his head what he was going to say, and his reasoning for wanting to go over. He needed to get his stuff out of her room, so hopefully he didn't have to risk seeing her again.

But if he were being honest, the main reason was to see Kacchan for what felt like the last time.

The front door swings open, only a few seconds after Izuku rang the doorbell, as if he had been waiting right there for him.

And before him stands the blonde haired, red eyed gorgeous Adonis of a fucking man that is Hina's father, Katsuki Bakugo.

He's wearing gray sweats, hung low on his hips, and a loose fitted t-shirt, that just doesn't do him fucking justice.

Katsuki is ripped, and to Izuku, the man is like a godsend; one he didn't think he deserved to look upon at all. Izuku couldn't understand why he stayed single for so long. Katsuki was divorced, that's all he really knew, but he figured he just liked to keep to himself.

Izuku and Hina started dating their senior year of high school, and over the last two years, Izuku had gotten really close with Katsuki. Izuku found that he rather enjoyed Katsuki's company,

initially thinking it was due to the fact that he never really had a father figure in his life. They even had nicknames for eachother. But it only took so many trips to the comic book store and super hero movie marathons for Izuku

to realize he had developed a bit of a crush on the older man. He had never acted out on it, of course! Izuku loved Hina. He wouldn't do something like that. And with his girlfriend's dad?! Well ... now ex-girlfriend.

Katsuki had this immensely intimidating aura around him, but he was actually super sweet, caring, and attentive. Sometimes while waiting for Hina to get off work, Katsuki would invite him over to watch a movie or something before having to go pick her up.

Katsuki helped Izuku pick out a suit for prom, he'd make him dinner sometimes, they'd talk about school and Katsuki would give him advise. He even offered to help Izuku with his work outs. Holy shit ... he'd probably miss that the most.

Seeing Kacchan shirtless and glistening with sweat in his home gym. His rippling muscles on display, his nearly obscene grunts and groans-

"Deku! What are you doing? Get inside, it's freezing!"

Izuku snaps out of his daze, and does as he's told. "Right! Sorry!"

"Fuckin' christ, I was worried sick," Katsuki says as he shuts the door, and turns to Izuku. "Will you tell me what's going on? She's just telling me you guys got into a fight,-

but she won't tell me more than that."

Of course she wouldn't, and Izuku suddenly gets a pang of guilt. Does he really need to tell this man what his daughter did?

Izuku didn't want to tell him, but he also wants it to be clear that they were /not/ going to work things out. "Hina," Izuku pauses, and pinches his eyes shut. "Cheated on me."

A dumbfounded look between disbelief and shook registers on Katsuki's face.
"/What/?"

Izuku nods, and tells Katsuki what happened, without going into crazy detail. Just that he got off work early and ended up walking in on them.

At first, Izuku thinks that Katsuki doesn't believe him, but then he's hauled against his solid chest in an embrace. "Christ, Izuku. I'm so fuckin' sorry that happened." Izuku hugs him back, resting his cheek on the other's shoulder. "I don't ... really know what to say."

Izuku chokes back a sob, but at the end, he can't help it. Katsuki just let's him get it all out.

After a few minutes, Izuku pulls himself together and releases Katsuki. Hina is his daughter after all, it's not like Izuku expected a certain reaction or anything from him.

But he can't help the sadness he feels. "It's okay, Kacchan," Izuku says, and suddenly very unsure if he can still call him that. "I'm just ... going to get my stuff from her room."

Not one second later, Katsuki's cell phone rings, and they both recognize the ring tone.

The older man nods, telling Izuku he can go on up before answering the call. Izuku hurries up the stairs, and thankfully, he can't really hear anything as he passes the threshold of her bedroom and shuts the door.

The only thing he can hear is the muffled sound of Katsuki's voice and his tone making it clear that he's upset too. At one point, his volume raises, but Izuku still can't really make out what he's saying.

His curiosity is buzzing, and he immediately chides himself, hoping that he'll scold her for her actions, favoring him in this moment. But he pushes those thoughts aside, trying to distract himself by doing what he came there to do.

He didn't realize that there actually wasn't much of his stuff there. Just a few hoodies, some CDs that she'd never miss. She never really appreciated any of his interests anyway. There's a small pile together on her bed by the time Katsuki came running back up the stairs.

He knocks then slowly opens the door.

"Deku, I think she's gonna-" Izuku's phone rings, the tell-tale sound of All Might's voice echos in the room. "-call you."

There's a heavy tension in the air as Izuku pulls his phone from his pocket. Staring at the caller ID, he tries to decide if it's even worth talking to her. What good would it do? He'd been ignoring her for this long, he might as well let her know that she'll be blocked soon.

He sighs, and answers the call. "What?"

"/Izuku!/" Izuku pulls the phone away from his ear for a moment as she yells, spewing vemon in her words. "Are you out of your fucking mind? You're at my house?! And you told my dad?! Why would you do that?-

Don't you have a shred of fucking decency?--"

Hina continues to yell into the phone, but Izuku cuts her off, fuming. That fucking bitch ... There was no apology, not even her attempting to cover for herself. She doesn't give a shit, it was clear she never did.

"/Decency?!/" He argues back, pacing back and forth. He's never been this mad in his life, nor this hurt. "Hina, decency went out the window when I found you bouncing on some other guy's fucking dick!"

The silence is deafening between them, but Izuku is sure he can hear whispers from someone else on the other end, some other /guy/ who's still with her. Izuku is the first to break the silence.

"Lose my number, and yours will be blocked. I don't ever want to hear from or see you again."

"Izu-" Izuku hangs up, cutting her off before she can even finish saying his name. Then he blocks the number, and that's the last of her.

There's a weight lifted off his shoulders from just that; Surprisingly, yelling at her and getting all that out made him feel a bit better.

All of the guilt from before comes crashing back at the sound of Katsuki clearing his throat.

Izuku turns around, finding him standing in the doorway with his head down. He looks so tense, and Izuku is sure he just fucked up.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," He apologizes genuinely, and strides over to him. "You didn't need to hear all that. I'll just take my stuff and-"

Katsuki raises his head to look at Izuku again, his stare holds something different now, amusement maybe? "It's all right. It's a little more than I needed to know, but it's all right." Katsuki grabs his shoulder, giving him a light squeeze.

"She's my kid, but I can still be pissed off with her when she fucks up. I know I call you Deku all the time, but that's just fun and games. You're a good guy, Izuku, and I'm sorry for what she did."

Izuku grins slightly, and Katsuki shakes him, like trying to cheer him up. "Thanks, Baku-"

"Stop with that, I told you to keep calling me Kacchan. I like it," Katsuki says with a smirk, and Izuku blushes red.

Why does he have to do that? It kind of gives Izuku the wrong idea. There's no way that Katsuki means anything serious by it. "Hey, do you have anything to do after this?"

Izuku shakes his head.

"Well, if you're up to it, how about I make us dinner, you can eat, we'll sit down, watch a movie or ... something." Izuku catches the hesitation, and the way he spoke that last word breathlessly makes Izuku's heart race. Surely, he's imagining this, right?

"And listen, keep her number blocked, by all means, she fuckin' hurt you bad. But you can keep mine."

Izuku's eyes widen, and his lips fall open slightly in shock. He doesn't even have to think about it, and just mindlessly nods.

Katsuki smirks with a devilish glare, and runs his fingers through Izuku's emerald curls. "I'll start with dinner. I'll be downstairs when you're ready, /De-ku/."

Then he winks. //Katuski fucking Bakugo winks at him//.

Izuku turns red again, his dick twitching to life in his pants just from that alone. He leaves Izuku to his own devices as a blushing mess, exiting the room, and shutting the door behind him.

What the fuck? What the actual fuck?!

There no way he means ... what he /thinks/ he means, right? This fucking temptation in the flesh is ... flirting with him? With Izuku, no less. As plain as he thinks he is, Izuku never would have thought in a million years.

A bad thought came to him then. It was a horrible idea, a crazy one even. He shouldn't, but ... why not? Sure, Katsuki is his ex's father. But they're both adults. Not to mention just the thought of it made him tremble with excitement.

Is this what it feels like when the devil claims a soul? Never has an opportunity been so tempting, so wrong, yet so right.

They say revenge is best served cold. Well, how about served with the fucking knockout of a man that is Katsuki Bakugo. His ex's father, a pure becon of debauchery--Forbidden and virile with his fuck-me eyes.

Tbc.