Thread by @C3H5_NO33

⚠️ dom/subverse; power imbalance; nsfw; obsession
⚠️ read at your own risk
#bkdk #ktdk

all his life, izuku was thankful that he doesn't have to worry about being under a dom's command or be affected by glares because like the majority of the population, izuku was a set.

here's some dom/sub verse guide. in case you are unfamiliar with the universe.

there had been a point in his life that admittedly he got curious what it's like to be a dom or a sub.

it was something that people doesn't seem to shut up about. it's all over the television, the books he read, the movies, and it was all his classmates can talk about.

but as he grew older, izuku couldn't help but feel relieve that he's not part of any of that. this allowed him to live his life without a hitch.

it gave him an almost perfectly normal life.

him being normal or set as they referred to most of the time was also the reason —

— why he got accepted in his current high paying part time job.

izuku was on his second year in university when he decided to get a part time job to help his mom, his only family, with the college expense.

luckily, he landed a job in a fine dining restaurant, atlas.

atlas is located in one of the city's limited five star hotels. it is a restaurant that was constantly fully booked teeming with celebrities, ceos, and people of all power that's why their first requirement to be an employee was for you to be /normal/.

someone who's not —

— for the lack of better word, slave to their instincts and dynamics.

after that, the next major requirement was the ability to keep their mouth shut. with the amount of influential and powerful people coming in and out of the restaurant, it's impossible not to know a —

— dirty secret or two.

that's how he after all found out that the prime minister was a womanizing prick that never brought the same woman or men twice.

sadly people will excuse his behaviour because he's a dom who's not paired.

and pairing was already so damn rare.

but working there for almost a year, izuku had numbed into those kind of things. all he needed to worry about was serving the right food, noting if his customers have allergies and making sure they were satisfied with the service he provided. anything else doesn't matter.

"hey," izuku placed the empty tray playfully nudging ochako. "what's with the long face."

"i have to work overtime for three hours," ochako grimaced. "and i was supposed to finish my plates it's due tomorrow."

izuku looked at the clock, he usually have the late afternoon shift.

it's already 8 and he's about to get off his shift in fifteen minutes.

"how about i do it for you," izuku offered knowing how he was already done with his paper works and school activities.

"really?" ochako looked at him, eyes sparkling.

"yeah, why not?"

the lady threw herself to izuku, hugging him tightly. "have i ever told you that you're the fucking best?" she squealed, hugging him tightly.

"yeah, yeah," izuku chuckled. "it's rare for them to ask for overtime? what's going on?"

"i heard there's a vvip customer tonight."

vvip?

shouldn't that be the prime minister already? izuku had seen a lot of people in atlas already but this was the first time he heard they'll have a vvip customer.

"heard he's like someone powerful than the entire government," ochako shrugged.

what an exaggeration.

"alright," was the only thing izuku said. for sure it's just another glorified corporate mogul and god knows how many corporate mogul he had served in his time in the restaurant.

"i owe you one!" ochako grinned. "i'll treat you somewhere one of these days." izuku only chuckled.

the restaurant was busy as ever but izuku finally noticed how they don't have any customers left when the clock struck 10.

he was confused at first when he remembered what ochako said that there was a vvip guest coming.

/don't tell me this person reserved the entire place?/

his suspicions were confirmed the moment the general manager suddenly told them to make sure everything was clean after he gave specific instructions regarding the client.

now, izuku was curious.

"any idea who the guest is?" mashirao asked while they're fixing tables.

izuku shrugged, "whoever the guest is looks like they're rich."

"everyone who goes to atlas is rich. didn't you see our menu? that thing could buy me not just one but 3 houses." izuku laughed at that. it wasn't exactly an exaggeration. their food was beyond expensive.

"i think i have a clue," tokoyami joined their conversation bringing in new and special dinnerware.

"well, don't leave us in suspense," mashirao replied.

"i think his name is bakugou katsuki," the other replied. izuku frowned. the name sounded both stranger and familiar.

"bakugou katsuki?" mashirao grimaced. he was also thinking where he heard the name.

"yes," shoji chimed in, joining them. "he's the biggest name in the arms industry and a genius."

arms industry?

"holy— wait, like the owner of ground zero corporation?" mashirao asked.

"yeah, that one," tokoyami nodded. izuku finally seemed to be on the same page. he wasn't really up to date with the business world but everyone knew ground zero. they're the biggest manufacturer of every weapon and technology imaginable not just in japan but worldwide.

not only that, they basically developed a new kind of bomb that every country was trying to bid for. according to sources, it was developed by the chairman of the company itself who was bakugou katsuki.

it was the ultimate annihilation weapon and everyone wants it.

izuku frowned suddenly remembering hearing a rumor about the guy.

"but i thought he's sick?" mashirao put izuku's question to words.

"well, i think he is?" shoji replied.

"i guess you can't have it all?" mashirao shrugged.

"what i heard is he's not really sick."

they looked at tokoyami. "i read it from like some forum that he's not sick, he's vexed."

izuku blinked at that. bakugou katsuki was a powerful dom. there had been a time when people could only talk about how strong his glare was. how he brought even doms on their knees.

"vexed?" mashirao huffed in disbelief. "you're telling me this rich and powerful guy who happened to be an image of all doms is vexed?" his disbelief was understandable because there's simply no way that bakugou katsuki can't satisfy his dynamics.

"he can literally have anyone he wanted," mashirao added.

that was also true.

tokoyami just shrugged and before they could continue talking the manager began ordering them, reprimanding them for just gossiping around. "guest will be here in 15 minutes, get ready."

izuku found himself lined up with other waiters to welcome the guest.

the moment the door opened, izuku could almost feel the whole place shake. he had never in his life had felt a glare. he could feel his skin raptured with goosebumps, his hair stood at the overwhelming dread.

"holy shit," he could hear mashirao gasping next to him trying to also keep his composure. all of them were set. they're not supposed to feel a glare no matter how powerful a dom was.

atlas has hosted numerous powerful doms before but this never happened.

swallowing hard, izuku pulled himself together. his eyes darted to the dom entering the place in his tailor-fit three-way suit that laid so damn beautiful against his toned body.

bakugou katsuki was huge. standing almost 6'3 with platinum blond hair and blood-red eyes.

izuku could feel his throat tightening. was this how doms always felt like to subs? he couldn't imagine being under this mercy every damn day.

he stared at the guy talking to the general manager. his features were sharp and they go so well with each other. this guy had it all.

he has the money, the look, and the power.

now, he could understand why ochako referred to him as vvip.

izuku glanced at mashirao who was loosening his tie. seemed like he wasn't the only one having a hard time adjusting to the amount of glare that flooded the restaurant.

turning back to katsuki, izuku looked at him as if he was studying every bit and piece of the dom.

if he was a sub, this would be the dom he would want, he thought. yeah, his glare was unpleasant but there was just this satisfaction of knowing he would be under a powerful dom.

the general manager and katsuki were about to walk to his table when izuku and katsuki's eyes met and it happened so fast. like a snap. izuku was brought down to his knees, and his breathing was labored.

izuku clutched his chest, confused.

what was happening?

he could feel his flesh shivering and there was this pooling heat in his stomach. it was as if his body was on fire and izuku doesn't know what to do.

"izuku!" mashirao quickly crouched down to his level, looking all worried.

"don't touch him," it's like the world stop.

izuku was breathing heavily, curled up, forehead touching the cold tiled floor. panic was slowly creeping up in him. he couldn't understand what was happening and more than that, he couldn't understand why this was happening.

he's not a sub so why?

"look at me," izuku heard a deep voice in front of him. each word felt like a finger tracing down his spine. slowly, izuku pulled himself up to look at the dom before him. red eyes holding such piercing gaze.

and izuku could feel it. he could feel this innate desire to please.

it was like his every being was screaming for him to obey. to submit to the guy in front of him. it was a stranger feeling and izuku was sure he had never felt all of this before, not even once but right now all he could think of was the need to be dominated, to be protected.

he wanted this dom before him to spoil him, to protect him, to give him everything he wanted. izuku wanted the guy to punish him when he disobey him.

katsuki cupped his chin, tilting his head, watching izuku's face flushed red and eyes glassy of every need he could think of.

"hmm," katsuki kept his red eyes on the guy. "i thought atlas only hired set?" he asked the general manager behind him.

"yes, that's right, mr. bakugou," the general manager confirmed. "before they can work here we also make them take the dynamics test to make sure of it."

"well," katsuki pulled izuku closer, his nose trailing against izuku's freckled cheeks. izuku closed his eyes savoring the touch and katsuki knew that the switch was on. the play had started and if he's not careful izuku would suffer a huge whiplash. "how can you explain this?"

the general manager stammered but izuku's coworkers were quick to back up that izuku was not a sub and never showed a sign of being one.

katsuki ignored them, eyes still on izuku's hazy ones. letting him go, "open." izuku parted his lips without a single question.

katsuki began petting his tongue, earning a moan from izuku. he was so eager, so damn eager to receive whatever katsuki was to give him. every logical thought were out of the window. izuku was no longer aware of anything else but just katsuki's presence before him.

"aren't you a good boy?" he whispered to izuku. it sent shivers down izuku's spine as the sub before him nearly whined. pulling his hand away, eyes still on izuku. "get me a suppressant." katsuki ordered and someone quickly ran their way to grab the medicine.

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it will be a slow update since i am working, if i were you just read it later.

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izuku woke up with a headache and a fuzzy memory. he sat down for a couple of minutes trying to think about what happened. yet no matter how much he racked his brains, he can't remember —

— anything at all. he couldn't even remember how he got hope. all he could remember was meeting and seeing bakugou katsuki in person.

giving up, izuku prepared for his class. on his way to school, he was reading articles upon articles about the guy.

he even got into forums just reading all these rumors borderline conspiracy theories in it. izuku ate every piece of information he can get his hands on.

izuku was almost late to his class, good thing his professor was also running late so he continued his reading.

izuku froze seeing a forum entry that must be what tokoyami was taking about.

oujisama:
[ i heard that bakugou katsuki was really a strong dom. there are rumors that he was just so powerful even him couldn't control his glare. ]

minxxxi
[ re @/oujisama it's not that he can't —

— control it. it's more on he's vexed. ]

redbluegreen000
[ @/minxxxi lol do you expect us to believe he's vexed? bakugou katsuki? that guy could probably support hundreds of subs if he wanted to lmao ]

minxxxi
[ @/redbluegreen000 they say he doesn't match well with subs. ]

izuku read more of their argument. most of the people in the forum don't believe that the dom can be vexed because they believe any sub would want to /play/ with him which was not a secret. magazines and tv shows made it known that bakugou katsuki was the most sought-after dom.

minxxxi
[ what i heard was he did try to form contracts and play with subs. there was even a team form just to find him the right sub as his condition is getting worst and of course, ground zero can't afford to lose its chairman but up until now he can't find the right sub. ]

izuku never heard of something like this before.

he did hear about people finding it hard to find a partner that will form a contract with them but he can't help but agree with half of the people in the forum. bakugou katsuki could have anyone he wanted and the idea that —

— it was his own body that rejects the sub was so out of this world for izuku.

although he could understand how it will be a huge concern especially for someone as important as the guy. after all, it's not a secret how many people die from being vexed or because of sub drop.

izuku tried to remember what katsuki looks like but his memory was unreliable. he did note how the guy was a bit pale and how he nursed some dark circles under his eyes. but then he can't trust his memory right now. the only thing crystal clear to him was the feeling of glare.

he managed to survive the whole day even when his head was preoccupied with nothing but katsuki. izuku managed to make his way to atlas for his shift.

when he got inside and change in the locker room, he could feel a shift in the air. it was as if something happened.

shoji and mashirao entered the locker room and izuku greeted them. the two glanced at each other before smiling awkwardly at izuku, greeting him back.

"uh," izuku cleared his throat. "did something happen?" he fidgeted. "I'll be honest, i can't remember anything yesterday."

mashirao scratched the back of his head, "not really. you kind of passed out?" he looked at shoji as if asking for confirmation.

"yeah," shoji nodded. "the guest's glare was overwhelming yesterday and you passed out."

"i see," izuku looked down. "sorry about that."

"it's fine!" mashirao quickly replied. izuku nodded and told them he's going to start his shift.

the moment he got to the restaurant and started working, he could instantly feel the difference. it was as if everyone was avoiding him or treating him like if they touch him, —

— he'll break or they'll be breaking some rules.

it was weird and uncomfortable but izuku kept his silence and decided to focus on his job.

"for table 7," one of the chefs said as izuku thanked him bringing the tray of appetizer to table seven where one of their regular —

— guests were settled.

suzuki enkai was a dom that was also the talk of the town. at one point he was every subs dream and according to what izuku heard, his glare was powerful and truly intimidating.

"our week is always complete with you here, mr. suzuki." izuku smiled.

he then placed down the food while the dom eyed his every move.

"is that so, midoriya?" enkai smirked.

"of course," izuku politely smiled before explaining today's appetizer while ignoring the guy's intense staring. the sub with him groaned after a while complaining.

that's when izuku found out that enkai had been using his glare.

"it doesn't work, huh," the dom clicked his tongue.

"well, unfortunately, i am a set so glare doesn't work on me," izuku smiled brightly hiding how pissed he was. enkai had always hit on him.

usually, izuku doesn't mind it but he wasn't exactly fond of the idea that enkai's subs felt unwanted because he was getting the dom's attention.

"you know i am not picky," enkai sipped from his wine glass. "you don't have to be a sub." he kept his eyes on izuku.

"well, that would just be really unsatisfying on your part, mr. suzuki and i am not a selfish partner," izuku had learned through a year of working in atlas a bit of a flirting goes a long way. and finding the right words served you well. "enjoy your meal."

the moment he got back to the station, mashirao went to him asking if he's okay.

izuku frowned, "yeah, why wouldn't i?"

"you... you don't feel anything?" the guy continued to probe. "even just a slight discomfort?"

shaking his head, izuku assured him that he's fine.

mashirao just stared at him like he was confused and izuku was confused. he doesn't know what was he on about.

"maybe it's the medicine?" mashirao mumbled. "no, that only lasts for four hours, it's the emergency kind."

finally, izuku asked, "is there something wrong?"

his coworker looked at him, opened his mouth to say something only to close it and shake his head.

"midoriya," izuku turned to look at their general manager who asked told izuku to follow him to his office. izuku's brain was working a mile a minute thinking if he did something.

"sit down," the manager gestured at the seat before his table.

izuku was starting to feel anxious. he doesn't really know what he did but he could think it was because of the fact that he passed out yesterday when there's a vvip guest.

/shit./ he bit his inner cheeks.

it's not like he doesn't have enough savings from working in atlas but it would be really nice if he kept this job because one it pays well and the work and the guests were bearable.

the general manager pulled a form and placed it down his table. izuku stared at the paper.

it was a secondary gender dynamics test form.

"i will need you to do a retest of your dynamics and i need it tomorrow."

w-what?

blinking, izuku grabbed the form and looked at his supervisor. he wanted to ask million things but couldn't bring himself to even say anything.

after some time, izuku only nodded saying he will give the result tomorrow. his brain was on haywire. why does he need to do the retest?

"also," the manager pulled a bright red leather folder and placed it before izuku. he pushed it toward him. izuku felt his heart drop.

the last time he saw a red folder was almost a year ago when ibarra, his then coworker was offered an indecent proposal.

red folders were always part of businesses everywhere. it was actually required at some places, especially places where subs were working.

red folders meant one thing a /play/ proposal but for izuku it had always been the same thing—an /indecent proposal/.

usually, it was the way of the dom to extend a one-time thing with a certain sub that caught their eyes but since all atlas employees were set, red folders —

— were rare occurrences. in atlas history, only three people were offered red folders.

/well, now four,/ his mind supplied. izuku inwardly groaned.

did enkai finally hand him a red folder? that guy was out of his mind, izuku's brain yelled.

"please take a look."

izuku stared at the folder, nodding weakly, he grabbed it and opened it. in his mind, there was no amount of money that would make him say yes to a red folder. and it wasn't even because he was against red folders, it was just izuku knew doms will never be satisfied with a set.

if being vexed and sub drops were one of the huge causes of death in the dom and sub population, a set trying to be with a dom or sub was equally dangerous.

there were doms that go overboard whenever they're with a set because they can't get any satisfaction.

izuku had come across hundreds of cases of set dying in doms' hands. of sub dying from sub drop for being with a set. in fact just this week there was another case of a set dying because of a dom.

there were things that were not meant to be and a set being with a dom or sub —

— was one of them.

opening the folder, izuku was welcomed by a simple contract. the set quickly scanned through it and almost let go of the red folder when he saw a name he didn't expect.

[ this is an agreement between bakugou katsuki (dom) and midoriya izuku (sub)... ]

let's just say that bakugou katsuki doesn't match well with subs but izuku doesn't think he's crazy enough to try entering a play with a set or in this case with him.

"but i am not a sub," izuku turned to the general manager who just looked at him before shrugging.

"you know the protocol of red folders, you have 24 hours to think about it," the general manager simply said.

izuku doesn't even have to think about it. he closed the folder and placed it on the wooden table, he pushed it towards the general manager. his silence was loud.

he didn't bother reading the terms or whatever compensation bakugou katsuki was willing to give him.

again, there's nothing that can make izuku say yes to a red folder.

the manager pushed it back, "read it and think about it. you have 24 hours." his words were firm.

izuku could have argued with him but he knew it's useless but so was taking a red folder just to return it tomorrow but he relented. he grabbed the folder as the general manager dismissed him back to work.

when he got out of the office, his thoughts were all over the place.

that he barely noticed the eyes of his coworkers staring at the red folder he was holding.

"oh my god," izuku snapped back to reality the moment he heard ochako.

"shit," he said quickly hiding the folder even when half of his coworkers have already seen it.

for the rest of his shift, izuku avoided the questions about the red folder. when it was time for him to clock out, he quickly left stuffing the folder in his bag and just left in a hurry.

his bag felt ten times heavier with the folder in it and he knew it was supposed to —

— weigh nothing.

when he got inside his apartment, he received a text message from awase asking him if he's up to drink with their other classmates. usually, izuku would say no but tonight, he just wanted to forget the red folder and bakugou katsuki's name.

something must have happened when he passed out, that was the only thing izuku could think about while he was downing his cold bottle of beer. why would katsuki offer him a red folder if nothing happened right?

it's impossible that the guy saw him and decided to give him that.

izuku was not a sub and atlas was popular for having sets as employees. it's not like katsuki would be unaware of that.

"did something happen?" awase asked him, changing the bottle in his hand with a new one.

for a moment, izuku considered telling him what happened.

he shook his head, "just work thingy." he gulped down the new bottle of beer.

awase nodded, "feels like it's not just work." their eyes met. "i won't force you to say anything."

"thanks," izuku muttered, placing down his bottle. he turned to the dance floor, watching people.

bouncing his head to the music, izuku let all his thought seep away from him and just try to enjoy the moment.

"i also heard of that," he turned to awase who was talking to one of their classmates. "a set and a dom don't work," he laughed. "he might kill her."

izuku quickly caught up on what they were talking about. it's the famous couple in their school.

"that's just not how nature works," awase concluded and izuku didn't say anything because he agreed. this solidified his decision of saying no to the red folder.

his eyes then went to the dance floor, watching subs happily dancing. some had collars around their necks, and others were eyeing their potential partners.

izuku never really thought about it. he never really envisioned himself as a dom or sub. he got curious about them, yes —

— but he never really envisioned himself to be a sub. to wear a collar. unknowingly his hand went to his neck and he thought of blood-red eyes staring at him. for a second, he saw katsuki putting a collar on him.

/all mine/

it was almost as if izuku could hear him say.

wordlessly, izuku stood up and made his way to the restroom. the moment he got there, he rushed to the sink and started splashing himself with water.

what was he thinking?

why did he even think of that?

he's a set, not a sub. he will never be a sub. not now, not ever.

he needed to stop thinking about katsuki. he has no damn business thinking about the guy. wiping his face with paper towels, izuku marched out of the rest room determined to do just about anything to get the dom out of his head because he felt like it was messing him up.

and not in a good way. never in a good way.

"where were you?" awase asked. izuku didn't reply and just chugged down a bottle of beer, grabbed a new one, and down it as fast as he could before he made his way to the dance floor.

"izuku," he felt arms wrapped around his waist.

turning around he saw kaibara sen smiling at him. the two of them shared around two classes last semester.

"i rarely see you here," the guy whispered in his ears. their bodies pressing, melting into a dance.

"guess today is your lucky day," izuku smiled.

sen gripped his waist tight, smirking, "today is my lucky day, indeed." the two of them danced to the song, bodies rutting against each other. izuku wrapped his arms around sen's nape. pulling the guy close, their lips moving closer as izuku fluttered his eyes closed.

katsuki quickly invaded his thoughts, growling a single word.

/mine./

izuku jerked away, feeling cold sweat on his forehead. sen looked at him worriedly but before he could ask what was happening. izuku pushed his way out of the crowd until he was out of the club.

the cold night breeze hit him hard in the face. he shivered ever so lightly. sighing, he looked at the night sky. izuku felt like he was going crazy.

he leaned against the wall, trying to clear his mind of everything until he could feel someone standing before him.

looking up, izuku met red piercing eyes staring at him with such intensity. izuku quickly straightened up recognizing katsuki. the guy was towering over him in his designer long coat. he looked intimidating. he felt intimidating.

all the air left izuku's lungs.

izuku wanted to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming but he could barely move. there it was again, that damn glare. it was as if there were ropes around him that stopped him from moving. his throat and mouth went completely dry.

katsuki spoke in a cold tone, "kneel."

the command ripped through izuku's flesh, in a second, he was on the ground kneeling before the dom. his skin tightened, his heart pounding against his chest so hard.

suddenly he was aware of his surroundings, how other set can't move and how other subs were also on the ground.

izuku gasped feeling katsuki tugged into his hair, gripping it so tightly to make him look at him. "where are you looking at, i am right here, deku." he leaned closer. his voice echoed down in his bones. "pay attention to me." the next words were spoken with a growl. "only me."

he couldn't understand it. he shouldn't like this in any way. there was never in his life that he felt the urge to be dominated but right now, at that very moment, every fucking cell of his body was screaming to be dominated, to be punished.

there was this overflowing desire in him to submit to the dom in front of him. izuku wanted to deny it but his every inch burned with the overwhelming want to be dominated. he could feel his pants straining, his breathing short, his skin flushed.

how? how was this possible?

he was set. he was born a set and he was supposed to stay one until the day he dies. green glassy eyes watched katsuki.

was katsuki really that powerful of dom that his glare, his commands worked on someone like him?

fuck, izuku wanted more.

"how fucking dare you just do what you fucking please," the dom's voice was a low growl that shook his flesh down to to his bone. katsuki yanked his hair more, lips almost touching the shell of izuku's ear, "tell me who gave you the permission to let anyone touch what's mine?"

yesterday's izuku would have talked back. would have pushed katsuki away but right now all he could think was how good it felt that his brain felt like melting.

katsuki pulled away, letting him go, "/use your fucking words, deku./"

"i'm—" a gasp. "s-sorry..."

the dom stared at him, he looked like he wanted to say something or he wanted to do more but izuku could barely think. it's like every sliver of consciousness was just slowly slipping away.

"*crawl*," izuku was quickly on fours while katsuki crouched down in front of him.

izuku didn't even think how they were outside the bar. barely care how they're in public's eyes. all he could focus was the way katsuki was looking at him, his hand caressing his cheek. "don't ever do that again," his voice was dripping with authority.

"do you understand, deku?"

izuku only looked at him with glass eyes. katsuki knew he's far gone and the dom knew why it was so damn easy to push him there.

"use your words," he commanded.

"y...es," izuku breathed.

the blond moved closer, gently he pulled izuku closer.

"good," he whispered, his lips trailing on izuku's skin making him shudder. "good boy," katsuki whispered and izuku could feel something in him bloomed with inexplicable satisfaction. he had never felt this /good/ before. this /satisfied/ before. "such a good boy for me."

and izuku completely slipped, his head lolling as he had completely lost control over it. katsuki lifted him without much effort as he darted towards his waiting car. the door was opened for him by his driver.

inside, he settled izuku on his lap. eyes barely open, breathing —

— slow and even.

katsuki held the back of his head, taking everything in. after more than a year, he could finally feel his dynamic being satisfied. he could feel it coursing his veins. it was like half of his burdens fell off his shoulder and he could finally relax.

"where to, sir?" his driver asked.

katsuki barely had the brain to reply but somehow managed, "drive to his apartment, we need to drop him off."

"understood."

katsuki gently ran his hand up and down izuku's head as the guy nuzzled him finally shutting his eyes close.

midoriya izuku. 20 currently a third-year at tokyo university. studying fine arts, majoring in oil painting.

the day he saw him in atlas, katsuki quickly had him investigated. at first, he couldn't believe what his employer and coworker were saying.

they told him and swore that he was set but katsuki knew he was a sub the moment their eyes met.

so he ordered a thorough investigation and turned out he was indeed a set. it was so damn hard to believe but more than that katsuki couldn't deny the pull he has on him.

"i don't get it," he remembered eijirou saying looking at izuku's files. "he's a set?" he flickered at the dynamics result on izuku's paper.

"he is," hanta backed up. "i just received a report from our guy in atlas someone even tried to use their glare on him. didn't work."

katsuki almost cracked the glass he was holding when he heard what hanta said. just the thought of someone using a glare on izuku was pissing him off and katsuki had worked for nearly 20 years to reign over his anger and dominant side.

it was ridiculous. so damn ridiculous.

"name," he demanded staring at his glass of whiskey.

"suzuku enkai." hanta quickly provided. "i can make a special delivery, just say the word, bossman," he added with a grin.

"go the fuck ahead," katsuki replied.

"hell fucking yeah," hanta left after that.

"i am more worried that this midoriya izuku is a set," eijirou pulled him back to the issue at hand.

"he's not a set," katsuki sighed, placing down his glass on the side table. "that kid is a sub." he knew. he saw it, felt it. there was no way he wasn't a sub.

"i have a theory," the two of them looked at dr. aizawa shouta entering the room. the guy had been katsuki's personal doctor for as long as he could remember. he was the reason why katsuki hasn't completely succumbed to vex. dr. aizawa turned to him, "how did you know he's sub?"

katsuki remembered rolling his eyes before opening his mouth to answer. he was prepared to tell him how izuku fell on his knees because of glare and how he started exhibiting all these sub traits but all of that didn't leave his mouth when he realized something.

eijirou looked at him worriedly before dr. aizawa sighed, "your dom was satisfied, wasn't it? not fully but it was the most satisfaction you had in the longest time."

katsuki glared at the doctor but couldn't contest what he said.

"fated pair," dr. aizawa grinned.

"w-what?" eijirou turned to the doctor in disbelief.

fated pair was something people glorified. it was something that always perked the interest of anyone however as much as people talked about it was as rare as it could get.

"that kid is your fated pair," the doctor revealed.

katsuki didn't speak, he doesn't have to when eijirou was doing the freaking out for him.

"wait, so you're telling me that kats who's already like a super mega dom," katsuki frowned at that before rolling his eyes. "but can't somehow /play/ with other subs has a fated pair?"

"if you think of it, this is the answer we have been looking for the longest time on why bakugou can't seem to satisfy his dynamic with any subs," dr. aizawa offered. "i have a feeling that this kid was meant to be a set but his dynamic adjusted to accommodate his fated pair."

the doctor then looked katsuki square in the eyes, "with that you have to be careful with him. his body didn't have a lot of time to adjust. most likely the smallest thing could throw him into a subspace or a sub drop." the doctor pulled a pack of cigarette from his coat.

/and it would be an extreme kind. if he entered subspace, it would be the highest of highs but if he drops, i don't know if we'll have anything to salvage after./

katsuki inwardly sighed, pulling izuku closer to him. the feeling of his dynamic getting satisfied was so damn good.

but he couldn't help but worry. katsuki lost his temper the moment he heard how izuku initially refused the red folder but not only that he even went out for a drink and flirted with somebody.

before he knew it, he was leaving for the club to get his stupid sub.

he almost lost his shit and seeing izuku kneel before him with a face that was practically begging for more, katsuki almost wasn't able to hold himself back.

"we're here," his driver announced.

"ten minutes," was the only thing katsuki was able to say. his driver then —

— excused himself, stepping out of the car to give him privacy.

katsuki let himself snuggle izuku more. kissing his head, just feeling his weight on him, his warmth. fuck, he doesn't even want to let go but aizawa told him to take it easy and guide izuku. help him adjust.

how in the world was katsuki be able to do that when all he could think of was to fucking devour izuku. to eat every bit of him.

katsuki wasn't a stranger to the feeling of wanting to dominate or needing to fully control, to protect, to spoil. it was his nature but with izuku —

— it's like those desires triple. it burned like hellfire that was ready to consume him right there and then.

it wasn't just izuku who needed help in adjusting, katsuki will never admit it but he does too. he needed help in trying to control himself when it comes to the sub.

just as he said, in ten minutes' time, his driver opened the car door and katsuki exited the vehicle. it was a bit of a challenge with izuku on him but he managed to do it.

he went inside the younger guy's unit with ease given that he knew the passcode of his door.

gently, he tucked izuku in bed but not after he was able to wash him a bit and change his clothes. he stayed for another ten minutes just staring at the guy before arranging for a breakfast to be delivered to him tomorrow when he woke up.

katsuki doesn't want to leave but —

— managed to.

he left izuku dreaming about him and the collar around his neck. katsuki also left knowing that there wasn't exactly a corner of izuku's house that he couldn't see.

maybe before he sleep, he will watch izuku a bit more with a wine in his hand.

•

•

•

izuku was woken up by the doorbell. dragging himself off the comfort of his bed, he opened the door only to be welcomed by some fancy food delivery.

"i didn't order anything," he quickly told the delivery men.

"mr. bakugou arranged this for you," one of them replied.

that was enough to pull izuku back to the land of the living. every cell in his body was suddenly awake as it reminded him of what happened last night.

"shit," his face turned red and the embarrassment ate him and was only stopped when the delivery men asked where to put the —

— food. izuku hurriedly cleared the dining table he mostly used for school work.

when the men were out, izuku was left regretfully chewing the delicious meal as his head played over and over again the scene yesterday.

the general manager was right, he needed a retest.

his eyes landed on the simple card that came with the food and the simple bouquet of angels' breath that came with it.

how did this guy know his favorite flower?

izuku read the card.

[ eat well and have a good day. —k ]

izuku doesn't know how to feel.

maybe he needed to scream or something because, holy shit, how in the world did he manage to get tangled up with bakugou katsuki of all people?

sighing, he just went to his room to get his phone. checking on it he was flooded with notifications from just about everyone.

everyone who seemed to know his number texted and some even tried to call. izuku ignored all of them except for his own mother who sent him an article about how bakugou katsuki finally has a sub.

izuku wanted to die. he wanted to just disappear and never be seen again.

so he did what he does best, pretending that none of it was happening. izuku finished his breakfast, freak out a bit because he has no way to thank katsuki, and then went to his class where people had been looking at him like he was some damn circus attraction before finally, —

— going to the hospital to take another dynamics test.

luckily, the test results were fast now and he doesn't need to wait a whole day or a week. so, izuku waited for it nervously in the hospital.

"mr. midoriya izuku," the nurse finally called him.

izuku quickly made his way to her. his brain was running on fumes. will the result change anything? he asked himself.

what if he was a sub? does that mean he will have to say yes to the red folder? saying yes to the red folder would be easier but does he even want to?

the nurse handed him the paper and told him with a smile, "you're a sub." izuku felt like he heard a record scratch. he shouldn't have been as surprised now knowing what happened last night but he was.

"h-how is that possible?" he stammered. "i have been a set all my life."

izuku knew he was not meant to be a sub. could his dynamic just change? just like that? somehow he was waiting for someone to come to him and yell that it was all nothing but a prank.

"i believe you must be misdiagnosed," the nurse said and izuku didn't buy it one bit.

no, he wasn't misdiagnosed.

"sometimes, there are things that happen that even science can't explain if you have your doubts, you can get a second opinion and get tested elsewhere." and that's what izuku did for his afternoon before going to atlas.

when he got to work, he had four dynamics test results and all saying he's a sub.

it didn't really sink in until he was changing his clothes and dreading meeting the general manager. how in the world would he explain that he was suddenly a sub now. it sounded stupid.

when he got into the restaurant, the general manager quickly asked him to follow him to the office.

"have you thought about?" was his first question when they were alone. of course, he's more concerned about the red folder after all atlas will get some commission from it.

"i..." izuku fidgeted. he thought about the whole thing all the way to work and he still came up with the solution that he shouldn't accept it. "i have to decline... i'm sorry."

the general manager gave a tight nod, "may i ask why?"

there's no grand reason really.

izuku just didn't want to do it. although he'd be lying if he says that reading the terms didn't temp him at all to sign.

bakugou katsuki was generous with his offer. a penthouse in an extremely expensive building. a huge allowance monthly and lastly a small company in his name.

he would also be lying if his body and every fiber of his being was not telling him to sign. even now he could feel something in him that urged him to /obey/ and sign the contract this dom was giving him. izuku constantly wrestled with it. doesn't want to give in to it.

thing was, he was holding to the hope that maybe the only reason he was experiencing this sudden change in dynamics was because he met the dom and if he put enough distance between them, he'll be back to being a set just how he was supposed to be.

"that's not the reason," his inner consciousness chuckled at him and izuku nearly squirmed in his seat.

"the reason was because you wanna see how far this powerful man will go to chase you," it gloated on him. "you wanted to see what bakugou katsuki will do to make you sign."

izuku felt himself grip his pants tightly. "admit it," his inner consciousness told him with a smirk. "you wanted to be pushed down and be punished. you want him to put you on your knees and punish you."

he shook his head and quickly pushed those thoughts away. he doesn't need —

— to pop a frigging boner in front of the general manager. clearing his throat, he placed the red folder back on the table and pushed it towards his supervisor.

the general manager took the folder and simply said, "it's your decision." he almost sighed. "although it's stupid."

it was a stupid decision.

"not because you are missing out all these great offers," the manager opened the folder and stared at everything bakugou katsuki was offering. he then looked up to meet izuku's eyes, "i know that you know this kind of man doesn't take no for an answer."

izuku watched the guy tossed the folder on the table, "this was nothing but a formality." he slumped against the backseat of his office chair. "i know you are smart, so make right decisions, izuku."

he could only stay silent, jaw clenching hard.

"did you take the test?" his manager quickly moved on to another topic.

izuku looked at him before nodding weakly. maybe he should have faked his results. he's honestly not ready to let his job go. atlas pays well and never asked them to do overtime unless it's important.

the benefits were amazing and he had never been in peace in the food and beverage industry than when he was in atlas.

izuku sighed and placed a single test result on the table. the manager reached for it, reading it.

"i didn't know what happened!" izuku quickly defended himself

"i know for a fact that i am a set," he declared.

the manager looked at him, placing down the result, "that's not what is in this paper."

izuku wanted to say more, to explain more but he knew it won't do anything anymore. in that result it was clear as day that he's a /sub./

the manager stood up, "you know the rules, izuku."

he couldn't even say anything. of course everyone knew the rules. you can only be a set if you want to work in atlas.

the guy looked at him, "this will be your last day." izuku felt like the floor beneath him crumbled.

but what else could he say. it will be unfair to everyone else if he continued to work there when he's a /sub/.

standing up, izuku bowed down to him, "thank you for everything, general manager." turning around, he aimed for the door.

"make sure to keep a suppressant handy."

"i will," izuku forced a smile at him.

wordlessly, he darted to the station, fixed his uniform and went on an autopilot.

"table 7, midoriya," the chef told him, pushing a tray of appetizers to him.

"thank you," izuku quickly got the tray and moved towards the said table.

"good evening," izuku greeted watanabe masakazu who's a guest in atlas at least once or twice a month. the guy was a dom owning a automobile company. he loved dining alone and izuku never really saw him with a sub or another dom.

izuku began with a small talk as he —

— presented the appetizers.

"i didn't know atlas hires sub now," the guy commented, placing down his glass of white wine.

izuku froze at that. of course he knew. heck, everyone in japan must have known his connection with bakugou katsuki.

he smiled at him, "they don't."

masakazu gave a hummed, keeping his amber eyes on him.

"it's my last day today," izuku continued.

"oh, i see," he eyed the wine glass, swirling it against the table. "so, you and bakugou katsuki, huh." izuku could feel those amber eyes on him again.

"not really," he shrugged.

to doms and subs that meant that there was no official contract nor relationship.

masakazu smirked, "how about you meet me after your shift," the guy pulled a card off his coat, placing it down the table. izuku stared at the matte black card accented with gold foil.

"and maybe we can negotiate," the guy was straight forward, izuku will give him that.

keeping his smile, he picked the card up, "i'll think about it." no, he wasn't really going to think about it. izuku doesn't want anything to do with other dom.

"that's a good boy."

izuku just chuckled before walking away with ease. he didn't take any suppressant knowing he doesn't need it.

he had read somewhere that it takes so little to push the switch button on subs. a little praise, some spoiling here and there and being wanted, it could turn them on.

izuku discreetly tossed the card on the bin, staring at his open palm. he couldn't feel anything. for sure the guy used his glare, he might have used a command but izuku couldn't feel a single thing.

so, how come bakugou katsuki was so different from them?

"are you okay?" shoji worriedly asked, hand over his shoulder.

izuku smiled, "yeah, all good."

he knew his co-workers wanted to talk to him and they have so many questions and izuku appreciated how they try to keep it down to respect him. they never asked nor badger him.

"thanks for worrying," he added patting shoji on his upper arm before grabbing a tray of food that this time he has to serve to table number 12.

izuku was in the middle of serving food when a guest entered the restaurant and it was as if the whole place shook.

izuku could only think of one person who has this intimidating presence. a glare that was so uncontrollable and uncomfortably strong.

his eyes darted towards bakugou katsuki who was welcomed by the general manager. every eye were on him in seconds.

"oh my god," izuku heard —

— the sub on the table he was serving. she was red and her eyes was screaming nothing but pure want as he looked over the dom.

izuku looked at katsuki who was talking to the general manager in his all black suit topped with a wool long coat, next to him was a man with red hair.

quickly, izuku pulled a set of pills in his pocket which he kept there handy. tossing all of it in his mouth, he swallowed it up with much difficulty considering he doesn't have a water.

closing his eyes, he tried to even his breathing, waiting for the suppressants to kick in.

when he opened his eyes, his vision spun for a second before he managed to reign control.

"enjoy your meal," he smiled at the guests before walking towards the station.

it felt weird. being on suppressants felt weird. it was like he was losing control of his body.

like he was maneuvering a completely different body.

izuku let out a long breath while the manager settled katsuki and his company on a table. he sighed in relief knowing it's not a table he was assigned that day. getting back to work, izuku waited for his orders.

the general manager walked towards them. "midoriya," he called. "you will hand your table over to the others, you'll only be serving table 4."

izuku wanted to protest. of course, bakugou katsuki has a way to overturn his last shift that he was hoping to finish in peace.

he stood there numb and listening while the manager designated his other table to his coworkers.

taking a deep breath, izuku just grabbed a tray and walked towards the wine cellar to grab the perfect wine. whether he liked it or not, katsuki was still a customer.

memorizing the wines and knowing how to perfectly profile a client, izuku walked to table number 4 with atlas most expensive wine.

"good evening, gentlemen," he greeted with his usual smile. izuku made small talk and katsuki just watched him. he then presented and served the —

— wine he got them. katsuki didn't say anything and just let izuku does his work.

katsuki lifted the glass, swirling the wine before inhaling its scent. "such a perfect choice," katsuki said and izuku felt himself froze on his spot.

he felt that. he felt the praise rang in him

it wasn't as strong, must be because of the suppressants but izuku was still in disbelief.

"t-thank you," izuku kept his smile. pulling himself together. "i'm glad you liked the wine." he pulled out the menu and handed it to them.

"heard atlas has the best food," the red —

— haired with katsuki grinned at him. izuku quickly told them about atlas and the cuisine it serves and how the restaurant was five michelin stars.

"how about you order for us," katsuki placed down the wine glass. his eyes meeting izuku's emerald ones.

maybe izuku should be thankful about chewing those suppressants because even with them, there was just this surging need to please katsuki and it's giving him a whiplash.

"i think you'll make the perfect choice," the dom added.

"oh, i am looking forward to it," eijirou added.

smiling, izuku grabbed the menu and assured them that he'll delight them with the food choices he'll come up with.

"any allergy that i should know of?" he asked.

"none," eijirou said. "i can eat anything," he chuckled.

izuku turned to katsuki who told him he has none.

darting to the station, izuku quickly placed an order and talked to the chef to customize some part of it.

while waiting, izuku looked at katsuki who was enjoying his wine while listening to eijirou. everyone was looking at them. was focused on them.

"wow," ochako whispered.

she stood next to him, holding an empty tray and waiting for her orders as well.

"even as a set, you can feel that he's really a dom," she added. izuku glanced at her. "this place has nearly twelve doms at the moment but he just, like, stood out, you know."

"yeah."

the lady turned to him, "are you okay?" she finally asked.

izuku nodded with a smile, "i'm good."

"okay," ochako said. "you know you can always tell us anything, okay?"

"of course."

luckily, ochako's orders came and the lady walked towards her table, serving the food.

after five minutes, his orders came and izuku quickly got them in tray, serving it to katsuki and eijirou. he explained to them the dish and suggested a way to enjoy them.

eijirou let out a laugh after izuku served the appetizers. the sub just looked at him. "sorry," he said.

the red-haired continued by pointing out how izuku chose everything that was to katsuki's liking. he pointed the hot honey grilled shishito peppers, "that's one of his favorites."

that surprised izuku. he didn't know anything about katsuki's preference. "lucky guess?" he smiled.

eijirou just smiled.

"these are amazing," katsuki said. izuku turned to him and their eyes met. "such great choices, deku." izuku could feel his throat running dry. his stomach was suddenly housing butterflies. "they're perfect," katsuki reached for his hand. "you're perfect."

he didn't know what happened but katsuki's words and touch was enough to offset the suppressants and izuku nearly fell on his knees.

his instincts were screaming at him
to be praised, to be dominated, to be wanted, to be protected. he wanted katsuki to do all of that to him.

and so much more.

"y-you're welcome," he was breathless. pulling his hand away, he muttered a soft 'excuse me' as he fumbled through his pocket for the some suppressants.

with shaking hands, he looked at the pill and was ready to put it in his mouth but katsuki stopped him.

izuku let go of the pills, looking at the dom.

"how many of that have you taken?" katsuki carefully asked. izuku just looked at him, his throat tightened and it felt like he couldn't answer him. "*use your words, deku.*" the command made izuku shivered.

"i-i am not sure."

and he wasn't.

"maybe four or five or s-six?" izuku swallowed thickly.

katsuki sighed, sitting back to his chair, he gently pulled izuku to his lap. the sub wasn't able to protest. "relax," he whispered, hand rubbing his thigh. izuku slowly let got, melting to the dom.

the fear he was feeling a while ago with his emotions on haywire was slowly easing away.

katsuki could tell that the sub was calming down. eijirou just watched the whole thing, drinking his wine.

"he's understandably scared," he commented. "all these is new to him."

katsuki glared at his best friend, "and that's why he needed guidance," he pulled izuku closer. hand gripping on his thigh. "he needed me." he said with finality. eijirou knew it was his dom speaking.

the side of katsuki that long to protect, to care and to control.

"well, he does, considering how he nearly overdosed," eijirou relented. he's not denying his best friend that not after watching katsuki for over a year being vexed.

katsuki never really had any problem with his dynamics before. he had regular subs until last year.

for some reason, his body started rejecting subs. he couldn't satisfy his dynamics anymore and slowly his physical body suffered. at some point he was even emotionally and mentally unstable.

eijirou couldn't remember how many sub and set he had to dispose.

up until now, it's still a mystery to them what changed and what happened even when they built a team to figure out what happened, it lead them to nothing.

all they were able to do was slow down katsuki's fall to vexation. they were able to keep him somehow stable.

// an
again, slow update since i am at work.

—

izuku made sure that he was not going to slip. no, not anymore. despite the effect katsuki has on him, somehow the suppressants he managed to swallow was helping him to stay conscious.

his only problem was the sub in him.

he heard over and over again how it's hard to control instincts and desires as a sub and dom but he never thought it was this hard.

if he has some doubt about his diagnosis, he was sure now that he was a sub because there's no way he should feel this way.

he flinched feeling katsuki's hand at the back of his head. "don't fight it," the dom whispered against his ears. "i got you," he added his lips pressing against the shell of his ear. "you don't have to fight it."

izuku bit his lips hard. the sub in him was just so happy —

— about the attention. the logical part of his brain was wrestling against his own sub.

"why can't you just give in!" his inner sub sighed at him. "you know you can't stop this, it's your nature."

but izuku had always been stubborn, "because i am not a sub."

his inner sub snorted, "and yet here you are at the lap of /your/ dom."

izuku closed his eyes and tried to gather himself. he has work to be done. he shouldn't be sitting in bakugou katsuki's lap, he should be serving him food. /goddammit/.

"he's not /my/ or /your/ dom."

his inner sub frowned at that and started fighting back. "he is /my/ dom! he is our dom!"

of course, izuku retaliated, "he's not. do you think bakugou katsuki would want you as a sub. we are not a sub. i am not a SUB!"

izuku envisioned his inner sub hurt, backing away.

izuku snapped from his thoughts when he felt katsuki gripping his cheeks roughly with a single hand. the dom used his command and izuku felt as if his skin ripped. "*focus on me*"

he never noticed how he was holding his breath, "i'm..."

what happened?

izuku looked at his hand, clenching it open and close. it was as if he just got back in his body.

"tell me what you're thinking," katsuki gave his thigh a squeeze. his hand was so intimately close to his crouch. izuku looked at him, meeting his eyes.

"n...nothing."

"want to try that again, deku?" katsuki's voice low. has his voice always been this... deep? how in the world does a voice sound so... sexy?

izuku kept his eyes on the dom's red ones. what was he supposed to tell him? that he was fighting with his own consciousness?

that he just had a spat with his /inner sub/. that he told his inner sub that no, he's not their dom and somehow he got hurt?

it sounded stupid. just as how all of this was just beyond stupidity.

"you'll either tell it to me or I'll force it out," katsuki's voice turned cold.

izuku could feel something in him somehow... hurt, for the lack of a better term. it was as if he was physically aching to disobey katsuki. his instinct was telling him to give in to his demand and izuku hated it.

he hated how all of sudden it felt like he has no control over —

— his body and his mind.

this just fucking sucks. being a sub sucked big time.

"i... i just want to get back to work," he forced the lie out. something inside him seemed to physically burn but izuku ignored it. "please let me go back to my work."

katsuki kept his eyes on him.

"okay," katsuki finally said. "but i need you to listen to me first." izuku felt katsuki's hand cupping his face. the dom looked at him, waiting for his response. izuku then simply nodded.

"being a sub meant you have an inner sub in you. that's your instinct," his voice was —

— somehow gentle. "that's your desire, the thing that demands for you to be dominated."

izuku doesn't get why katsuki was telling him this.

"and no matter what you do, you don't fight your inner sub, do you understand?" izuku suddenly felt something pooling in his stomach.

what could even go wrong? it's his own consciousness. everyone fights their own consciousness every once in a while.

"you don't deny your inner sub," the dom kept his face in place that izuku couldn't even look away. "doing that can cause you to drop."

drop? like sub drop?

izuku thought that sub drop was caused by sloppy or cruel doms.

"and you can't drop, deku." katsuki sounded so serious. he heard that sub drop could be fatal but it takes extreme cases for it to be fatal. "do you understand?" the sub didn't really get it but just nodded.

"use your words," the dom demanded.

"yes, i understand," izuku weakly replied.

"good," katsuki caressed the back of his head. "good boy." izuku was always caught off guard by katsuki praising him. his inner sub basked in its glory while izuku felt conflicted about it.

it's just so weird how it felt so good and so satisfying to hear the dom praise him.

"c-can i go back to my work?" izuku looked down.

"yes, go ahead," katsuki replied and izuku carefully stood up from his position. his inner sub whined about it but izuku mentally stuck —

— his tongue on him.

fixing himself, he told them to enjoy the food and walked to the station to prepare the main course.

"he nearly dropped," eijirou commented following izuku with his eyes. "i guess he's in denial about his dynamics right now."

katsuki didn't reply.

the dom just grabbed his glass of wine and downed it. his jaw clenched remembering how he pulled izuku back from the verge of dropping. it didn't even last for three minutes but it was enough to send him into panic. he almost carried izuku out of atlas but he knew better than —

— to do that. katsuki tried his best to keep his composure and he was so damn near losing it. he eyed izuku who was talking to the chef.

"he needed to accept the red folder," katsuki sipped from his glass.

"you knew he rejected it, kats," eijirou reminded him.

"we'll give him a couple of days to think," the dom placed down the glass. eijirou didn't say anything.

izuku strutted his way to them with a tray of food in his hand. with a smile, izuku served them the main course, explaining the food and making small talk.

the rest of his shift was somehow bearable. katsuki kept to himself but he would praise izuku here and there and izuku had to fight his inner sub who was begging him to kneel in front of the dom. to lay his head on his thigh and let katsuki run his fingers in his green curls.

// an
again, slow update since i am at work and just taking a quick breather.

—

izuku quietly changed in the locker room, 10 minutes after the dom and his friend finally left. once he's changed, he quietly emptied his locker room, and folded his uniform neatly.

he placed it in the corner of his locker together with his name plate.

"hey," mashirao called to him. turning around, he saw him and tokoyami. "you better keep in touch." the guy added, rubbing his nape. izuku could tell how he wanted to say more but decided to keep it simple.

"of course," izuku offered an assuring big smile. "I'll still pester you guys, don't worry."

"we expected nothing less," tokoyami smiled. izuku really didn't want to leave atlas. it wasn't just the pay and the benefits. it was also his coworkers and if he was being honest, —

— he always has a hard time adjusting to new environments.

showing the release papers in his hand, he excused himself as he needed to still drop the paper at the general manager's office.

when he got out, ochako pulled him in the corner and hugged him tight.

for a second, izuku wondered what it would have been if he didn't offer to take ochako's overtime shift that day. would any of this happen?

will he meet bakugou katsuki?

will he still be a set?

pushing all thoughts away, izuku looked at ochako who was wiping her tears away.

"ochako," he chuckled. "you're acting as if we can't see each other outside atlas."

"it's not that, you know it," the lady pouted. izuku didn't reply. "i know you loved this job and i feel like if they offered you to stay for a lifetime you would. i just don't... i don't know."

izuku patted ochako's back, assuring her that he's fine and that it's just how life was. none of this was what izuku expected his life to be but there he was.

in his mind, he will just work in atlas while he tries to finish his degree and build his art career.

"gotta hand this over to the general manager," izuku showed her his release paper. "i'll see you when i see you, okay?" ochako wiped her tears again before nodding and forcing out a smile. izuku chuckled, "don't worry, you won't miss me that much."

"i better not."

izuku left atlas as soon as he handed his release form over and the general manager told him a few reminders and of the compensation he'll still get. luckily, the general manager was with him when izuku stated he really didn't have any idea that he was a sub.

when he got out of the building he didn't expect to see katsuki standing by his rolls-royce with a cigarette on his lips.

their eyes met and izuku doesn't even know what to do or think.

katsuki took one last drag from his cigarette before dropping it and stepping on it.

"i'll drop you home," the dom offered. izuku knew it wasn't a question and katsuki would never take a no for an answer so he only nodded before saying a meek 'thank you'.

never in izuku's wildest dream did he think he'll be able to ride a frigging rolls-royce, sitting next —

— to one of the most powerful man he ever crossed paths with.

as soon as they drove away katsuki handed him a familiar red leather folder. izuku stared at the folder before accepting it.

"i need you to rethink your decision," katsuki said as the general manager's words —

— echoed inside izuku's head.

/i know that you know this kind of man doesn't take no for an answer./

"i'll be honest with you, it's a formality and the whole thing is not up for negotiation," katsuki added. izuku opened the folder and stared at the contract before him.

"if you want more than what's written there we can immediately change it." the dom added.

izuku stared at his and the dom's name. his mind reeling at the things he read in the forum. does this mean that somehow he was a match for bakugou katsuki?

"why?" izuku closed the folder

he turned to look katsuki in the eyes. "why me? you can have any sub you want so why go after someone like me? someone you just met? someone who's not on your level?" izuku could hear his inner sub whined. complaining on how he's making everything complicated.

his inner sub demanded him to submit to katsuki. screaming to be taken care of, to be spoiled. izuku deliberately ignored it.

he wanted to know what katsuki's answer would be. will he confirm that there was no sub that can satisfy his dynamics?

"what do you want to hear?"

izuku held the folder tight.

"i can could tell you that you match me somehow," katsuki moved closer to him. "i could tell you that you caught my eyes the moment i fucking saw you on your knees." he pushed izuku down the seat, hovering above him.

he could feel the dom's glare creeping but he was holding it in most likely because of his driver and bakugou katsuki's glare could affect even sets.

izuku gasped feeling the guy's finger wrapping around his neck. he swallowed hard, air leaving his lungs.

his skin erupted into goosebumps. his inner sub was preening and izuku could feel the need, the want blooming in his chest. katsuki pressed tighter, cutting off izuku's air.

he should hate this, izuku thought but as he looked at those red eyes staring at him like he was his —

— prey, izuku couldn't help but feel so damn turned on.

katsuki smirked, "you look so damn pretty for me like this," his voice was low, rumbling under izuku's skin. "baby," his grip loosened and air rushed to his lungs.

it was like he's slowly losing it.

izuku felt like he was slowly losing grip of reality. slowly losing hold of his life.

his head was screaming for katsuki to dominate him. he was aching for it like he had this thirst that he doesn't fucking know how to quench.

"i'll make it simple," katsuki leaned closer.

the tip of the dom's nose, leaving a ghost trail behind against his freckled skin.

"i want you." izuku shuddered at katsuki's deep voice whispering against his ear. "i want to fucking dominate you." he added, his hand leaving his neck now gripping onto his green curls.

the dom pulled a bit away before he removed the distance between them. and izuku could feel his hot breath fanning against his own parted lips. katsuki's red eyes staring at his own so intensely.

"you don't have any idea about all the things i want to do to you,"

izuku's mouth was a desert. there was an ache in the pit of his stomach that was howling to be fulfilled.

"i want to fucking rip you, piece by piece," there was a low growl in katsuki's words. "i want to fucking ruin you." his lips moved to the corner of izuku's lips, pressing.

"then, i'll take my damn time putting you back together," he added, smirking before completely pulling away. leaving izuku still breathless. craving. wanting more. so much more. izuku took a sharp breath before pushing himself to sit down, dick hurting from how hard he was.

"i know you're probably confused because you're not supposed to be a sub," katsuki fixed himself.

izuku turned to look at him.

"and it's most likely scaring you," the dom met his eyes. "but running away from it won't change the fact that you are now a sub."

he knew that of course. more than anyone, izuku knew that. it was one of the truths that he has to face now but can't he take his time with it? his whole life he had always been a set and he never knew what glare felt or what it was like to have these desires. these instincts.

"the faster you accept it, the better," katsuki added. "besides, it's not like you can do anything about it." and that's the part that frustrated izuku the most. "we both know how much you wanted me to dominate you."

izuku refused to reply to that.

yes, he lived his life being a good son, a good student, and he followed the rules but izuku had always been stubborn. he has no qualms in bending the rules sometimes if he knew it was for the greater good.

for the rest of the ride, izuku didn't say anything.

katsuki also didn't say anything and just worked on his phone.

in 20 minutes, they reached izuku's place. the sub didn't bother asking how they knew his place. for sure, bakugou katsuki threw some cash to investigate him. he wouldn't even be surprised if the dom —

— knew how he help some of his classmates cheat during fifth grade.

"thank you for the ride," he politely said when him and katsuki got out of his luxury vehicle.

izuku turned around to walk to his unit when katsuki spoke. "there's no use fighting it."

he turned to look at the dom. "you can't deny yourself something that your instincts want." he felt his grip on the red leather folder tighten. katsuki crossed the small distance between them. lifting his arm, katsuki fiddled with his hair. "i got you, izuku."

the way his name rolled with ease on katsuki's tongue. it sounded like it was the most beautiful name, like it was some prized art.

"take a leap i'll be at the end to catch you," the back of his fingers traced izuku's jawline. "i'll take care of you."

his inner sub wept in joy.

"i..." the words almost didn't make it out of his throat. "i'll think about it. i'll see you next time then, mr. bakugou." izuku backed away before walking to his unit. his inner sub was holding both his shoulder, shaking him so damn hard, asking why he's doing this.

•

•

•

after staring at the red folder for nearly two hours, izuku decided to put it away. tucked it behind his canvases.

slumping back on the sofa, he mindlessly scrolled through social media, wincing here and there when he see something about katsuki or about him.

he stopped on hitoshi's latest instagram post of a blurry picture of himself. he was looking at the camera, a cigarette dangling off his lips, one hand was raking his purple hair.

the guy had always looked hot and most likely it's also because he's a dom.

that got izuku thinking. when he was in atlas there were several doms there. in fact, he knew enkai tried to use his glare on him but somehow it didn't work.

does this mean that he would only react to katsuki?

his eyes darted to hitoshi's picture and before he knew it he was —

— in the dom's direct message.

[ hitoshi. ]

izuku thought he'd have to wait but he could immediately see hitoshi typing a reply.

@/shinsouhitoshi
[ is there any problem, midoriya? ]

biting his lips, izuku realized what he'll be asking but he's already there, so.

[ do you think you can go to my place tonight? ]

he could feel the anxiety bubbling in him as he watched that dreaded 'shinshou hitoshi is typing' for at least three minutes.

@/shinsouhitoshi
[ yeah, i can i don't have anything to do but will it be okay? ]

izuku frowned.

[ what do you mean? ]

@/shinsouhitoshi
[ your dom??? ]

that made izuku groan in frustration.

[ i don't have a dom. ]

hitoshi took more than five minutes before he replied.

@/shinsouhitoshi
[ oh, i thought you're with bakugou katsuki. ]

[ no, i'm not. ]

and it wasn't a lie. he's really not in any way or form connected to the guy, well, unless you count the red folder offer he has.

@/shinsouhitoshi
[ oh, cool. i'll be there in 20 minutes then. ]

[ alright, see you! ]

and then he sent another message.

[ can you buy beer? ]

hitoshi simply replied with a thumbs-up emoji while izuku anxiously wait.

like what the dom said, he was at izuku's place in 20 minutes. izuku welcomed him, helping him with the cans of beer he got from a near grocery store.

they settled in the living room deciding to watch —

— an old godzilla movie. they talked about it since hitoshi was a film major and he knew things here and there about movie production.

the two of them knew each other since high school. there was a year when they only hang out with one another, avoiding people.

"so, what is it?" hitoshi finally asked after their 3rd can of beer. izuku coughed hard at the question, pounding his chest. he placed down the beer on the coffee table and pulled himself together. he then looked at hitoshi who was waiting for him to say anything.

one thing izuku was thankful for was the guy didn't even pry or interrogated him about why all of sudden he was a sub.

"uh," izuku rubbed his nape. "i have a huge favor to ask and you're the only one i really trust." hitoshi was just silently listening, finishing his drink.

taking a deep breath, izuku decided to just spit it out to get it over with, "/play/ with me."

this time it was hitoshi who coughed hard. he placed the beer down and tapped his chest. he turned to izuku, "are you..." he couldn't even find the right word. "for real?"

izuku nodded, skin flushed. "i told you, you're the only one i trust and i... to be honest, i don't know what's happening to me and this is all new so..." he continued to mumble and hitoshi just took a deep breath to ground himself.

"okay," he finally cut izuku's mumbling.

the sub looked at him, blinking in disbelief that he really agreed.

hitoshi turned to face him, "but i need you to be really honest," a pause. "you don't have any dom, right? you are not in any contract or anything?"

izuku shook his head. "i'm not and i don't have a dom."

for split second he thought about katsuki. his hand on his neck, the way his voice crawled under his skin. his eyes, his smirk.

/take a leap i'll be at the end to catch you./

but then he really didn't lie to hitoshi. katsuki was not his dom and they're not in any contract.

/i'll take care of you./

"we have to set a ground rule," hitoshi said and izuku nodded. he read a thing or two about the whole play. "is this a one time thing?"

izuku turned red at that, "uh, yes. just tonight."

"okay," hitoshi almost sounded disappointed.

or maybe izuku was just thinking too much.

"how about we start with a safe word. what is your safe word?" that izuku didn't really think of, he pinched his lower lip and thought of a word but the first thing his mind gave him was katsuki's red eyes and that damn red folder.

"uh... red?" izuku sounded so unsure.

"okay," hitoshi began asking him some things in order to set the /ground rules/. izuku was barely paying attention because his inner sub was fighting with him.

it was screaming and throwing a massive fit. "he's not our dom! no!"

izuku mentally rolled his eyes because he knew that and he's not planning to keep hitoshi as a dom. he asked for this because he wanted to test something.

"how about we start?" hitoshi snapped him back to reality. izuku just nodded. "stand here," the dom pointed a spot.

he nearly frowned because one, it doesn't feel like anything, and izuku couldn't tell if hitoshi was using his glare or his command.

ignoring what he felt, he stood up and stayed on the spot hitoshi pointed out. purple eyes gazed at him from head to toe.

izuku was just waiting, under those intense stares. he's starting to get uncomfortable with the silence and how he had been standing there for almost a minute.

without any warning, hitoshi threw in a command, "*kneel*."

izuku blinked at that, he almost felt the command —

— but it's like a really, really weak nudge. hitoshi looked at him confused. izuku met his eyes because even izuku knew that hitoshi was not like any average dom. hitoshi was able to make doms back in their high school kneel.

he's not bakugou katsuki level but izuku knew —

— hitoshi was on a whole different level as his own dom.

"*crawl*" this time, hitoshi amped up his command still izuku wasn't compelled to follow it. he couldn't feel the command at all. hitoshi combed his hair with his finger in frustration. "what's going on?"

"i... i don't know," izuku said. he looked confused himself and hitoshi knew he was not lying. "is something wrong with me?" he weakly asked looking at his hand, flexing it a bit.

the next question hitoshi asked, threw izuku off, "midoriya, do you have a fated pair?"

fated pair?

izuku heard about it all his life. heck the best selling novels and movie always involved fated pairs. however fated pairs were so painfully rare that he never saw one in real life and it's not just him, most people haven't encountered one in real life.

it felt like a myth if izuku was being more honest.

"b-but... are fated pairs even real?" he fidgeted on his spot, staring at hitoshi.

"yes," the dom replied before groaning and weakly slumping on the sofa. "give me a second," he whispered, head tilted, eyes close.

he massaged his forehead. izuku was quickly filled with guilt knowing what happened to hitoshi. the play was suddenly cut, he didn't obey him, and the whole thing happened so fast. hitoshi's dom probably had a whiplash.

"they're rare, like 1 in 700,000 rare but fated pairs are —

— very much real?" hitoshi struggled to finish the sentence.

izuku began panicking, so he did the first thing that came into his mind after he has read hours and hours about dom and sub. he got on his knees, settling between hitoshi's legs, he then leaned his head on the —

— dom's thigh.

this made hitoshi take a sharp deep breath. his eyes casted down on izuku who's emerald eyes were looking up to him. shit, hitoshi inwardly cursed feeling his dynamic being fed. it was one thing to get frustrated when his glare and command didn't work but it —

— was another to have this sub that seemingly so powerful to reject all dom be on his knees on his own will like this.

his dom was felt like it was the king of the world.

hitoshi lifted his hand, tracing izuku's feature. "you're so damn pretty like this." a pause. "for me."

izuku didn't know how to response to that so he just acknowledge it with a simple thank you.

it's... it's different, izuku thought. his dynamics wasn't being satisfied. there was no fulfillment in this rather he felt more on edge. he felt more thirsty.

it was like he was in front of a table teeming with foods he loved and he was so hungry but he can't eat.

his throat felt parched. there was this emptiness in his stomach but izuku ignored all of it.

"fated pairs are rare but they're very much real," hitoshi said.

izuku almost flinched when he felt hitoshi's fingers swimming in his hair.

why does it felt wrong?

"usually, when someone has a fated pair their dynamics could only be satisfied with each other. a dom will start to reject subs while a sub won't be affected by other dom's —

— presence. glares and commands don't work on them but this also means that they can't satisfy their dynamic."

izuku could feel himself squirm in his place but tried to kept it to himself to not worry hitoshi.

"you know what happens when your dynamics not satisfied right?"

izuku nodded. vexation and drops.

"and for people with fated pairs, it's a bit extreme," hitoshi added. izuku didn't answer and just closed his eyes, his inner sub was crying and izuku was trying to talk it out of it but the guy was not responding to him.

"come of it," hitoshi paused. his hand began caressing izuku's head. "the reason why you are suddenly a sub could be because you have a fated pair."

thay perked up izuku's interest. pulling him away from worrying about his inner sub.

"i've seen an indie film about it before."

hitoshi began explaining how in the film a guy had lived 27 years of his life as a set until he met a 23 year old dom who happened to be his fated pair.

"it could be that you met your fated pair and your dynamics adjusted to accommodate your pair," hitoshi explained.

that would explain everything, izuku thought. it can only be the explanation.

"but in order for your dynamics to shift like that, your fated pair must be someone so damn powerful," hitoshi added.

if hitoshi was right and based on what's happening, then he's fated pair was...

the door clicked open and both izuku and hitoshi bolted from their place. soon they both heard footsteps walking towards them.

izuku shuddered feeling his whole place be overwhelmed by a powerful glare. his skin tightened and hair on his nape stood up.

/shit./

⚠️ noncon/dubcon; violence; read at your own risk

—

both of them was surprised to see katsuki loosening his wine red tie. he looked so calm but his eyes were made of hellfire that sent shivers down izuku's spine.

the dom walked towards them and before any of them could —

— react, hitoshi was sent flying by a strong kick that he crashed on the coffee table knocking over bottles.

izuku turned to call his friend's name but he couldn't move from katsuki's glare. their eye met and izuku could fucking taste his fury.

"*kneel*"

it was like the whole place shook. izuku had been under katsuki's command before but this was different. it was as if he was no longer holding back.

izuku was on the ground, his every inch shaking. he was breathing heavily. the command was so strong. it felt so damn good.

izuku could feel his drool down his cheeks. his body was shaking at how good it felt. katsuki cupped his chin making him look at him, "look at you coming from a simple command." the sub was so out of it to be even embarrassed or to worry about how he came in his pants.

katsuki ran his thumb on izuku's lower lips. watching how the sub's skin was so flushed, his green eyes beautiful and glassy. screaming with so much need, begging katsuki for so much.

"you can't cum anymore unless i say it," the dom almost hissed. he let izuku go.

hitoshi groaned, trying to pick himself up. he wheezed, he could feel some of his ribs must have cracked.

before he could even stand up, katsuki threw another kick this time it connects to his jaw and he was sent stumbling on the floor.

hitoshi coughed, blood leaving his lips

it fucking hurts but mostly, hitoshi couldn't move from the combination of glare and killing emanating from the dom before him.

fuck, hitoshi had never met a dom that strong. usually, it was him who does that to other weaker doms.

this must have been what being in the hand —

— of mercy felt like.

somehow it's funny to him how scared he felt. if he was going to be completely honest, he felt like he might die.

looking at the blond and those red eyes, he seemed like the kind of man that never hold back.

katsuki grabbed a fistful of his hair.

before hitoshi can even say anything, katsuki bashed his head on the floor that his vision was quickly filled with black dots.

fuck, it hurts. it hurts so much.

"i didn't bother bringing anything so you'll have to deal with this," katsuki coldly said. there was no remorse.

ah, hitoshi thought as his vision blurred, no wonder izuku's dynamics changed.

there was a time in his life where he hoped izuku was a sub whenever they were alone in the classroom and izuku had fallen asleep during their last subject while he waited for him to wake up.

katsuki lifted his head from the floor. hitoshi should be angry on izuku but all he could think off was that one time he kissed him on his lips, wishing to all the gods to be kinder in his next life and let him be happy with izuku.

hitoshi closed his eyes waiting for —

— katsuki to slam his head back on the floor and kill him.

"i'll... sign it," he heard izuku forced himself to say. "i'll sign it!" he voice filled the whole room.

katsuki turned to the sub, "so please," he was crying. "please stop."

"i-it's my fault! i was the one who asked him to come hear," izuku was bawling. he was shaking. fat tears rolling down his cheeks. "p-please..."

hitoshi could feel katsuki let him go as his head fell with a thud on the floor.

"i'm sorry," izuku cried over and over.

// an
slow update, i am tired, i just want to get lost in my thoughts for a bit.

*.✧ beginning of the thread:

https://twitter.com/C3H5_NO33/status/1541475149853368320?t=4t_NUqQRfI79CbDokUGPDQ&s=19

izuku couldn't breath as he broke down into loud cries. he felt katsuki's arms pulling him up.

"look at me," the dom cupped his face. his thumbs wiping the endless stream of tears in his face. "you really think crying will save you from being punished?" katsuki asked.

he gripped izuku's chin, steadying him. katsuki stared at his pretty eyes, all glassy and shiny from his tears. the corner of his eyes were turning red. izuku's skin were flushed. he looked so unbelievably gorgeous crying so helplessly like this and katsuki wanted all of it.

the dom in him ravaged with the desire to keep him to himself and the humming anger knowing that the tears were not for him.

how fucking dare izuku? first, he let someone touch him then he knelt and submit to another dom.

how dare he just easily do that to what's his.

katsuki growled inch away from izuku's wet lips. "you think you can look pretty and i will just let go of what you did?"

izuku hiccupped. katsuki's red eyes had always been intense but this was different. he could feel his greed, his anger, all these emotions.

he remembered katsuki's words back in the car. his declaration of how he wanted to rip him piece by piece. on how he long to ruin him. izuku thought he just have /way/ with his words but right now, he could feel the weight of it.

why did he even think that katsuki won't do it?

"you need to be punished," the dom added. "i need to put you in /your/ place." izuku could feel dread fill him but at the same time he was given all these satisfaction that he couldn't feel nor get from hitoshi. "and you know where that is?" katsuki gripped his hair tight.

izuku could feel katsuki's lips pressed in the corner of his, "where i fucking put you. if i put you beneath me that's where you belong. if i put you next to me you'll sit still and look fucking pretty." izuku took a sharp gasp, mumbling his sorry's. "do you fucking understand?"

katsuki yanked his hair down and that made the sub gasp, "use your words, deku."

"y-yes," he managed to whimper.

letting him go, izuku fell on the floor. he hated this. he hated how instead of anger and disgust at what katsuki did, he felt so damn turned on. so satisfied.

his inner sub snorted, "i knew it, you like it when he punish you. when he dominates you like this."

izuku didn't bother replying to his inner sub who was sitting comfortably in his beautiful couch, looking at his nails. "you love it when our dom push you down."

maybe, izuku thought, maybe he's going insane. he wanted to fight his inner sub and claw its face.

he felt katsuki, tilting his head, their eyes meeting, "if you wanted to be a brat, i will fucking treat you like one." it felt like his voice got deeper. more rich.

"if you prefer punishments over rewards, i will not hold back," he continued. "and you know i am the only one who can give that to you."

izuku couldn't deny that anymore.

/fated pair./

was this guy really his fated pair. izuku bit his lip hard until he drew blood.

no, he doesn't want to let his inner sub win. no, he doesn't want his instincts to win and he will fight it over and over if he has to. even when he knew its a losing battle.

"i am not your sub," his voice shook. "i will never be your sub."

izuku never thought saying that would physically hurt. his chest tightened and for second, he felt what seemed to be a thunderclap headache. looking at katsuki, he knew the dom felt the same. katsuki narrowed his eyes on that.

"but if you let hitoshi go and live, i will sign —

— the contract and i will do anything you want. i won't fight it anymore. i will be with you... i don't need your money, just let hitoshi go," izuku could taste his own tears mixing with that distinct rusty taste.

katsuki looked at him coldly before letting out a snort.

"okay," katsuki nodded. "where's the contract."

izuku quickly told him where he hid it, katsuki reached for it and placed it in front of izuku. weakly, the sub pushed himself to sit down. wiping the blood off his lips with his thumb, he used it to sign the red folder.

the sub pushed the folder back to katsuki who looked at every page with izuku's bloody thumb mark on.

the red folder was closed with a loud clap. red eyes stared at the leather folder, "deku, one thing about me," lifting his gaze, their eyes locked. "i don't negotiate."

izuku felt like an ice cold bucket was doused on him. suddenly he was fully awake and somehow aware of everything in his surroundings. he could hear the buzzing of the light, the slow pained breathing hitoshi was making.

"and i don't believe in mercy," katsuki's tone was cold.

"not for people who touch what's mine," katsuki stood up, walking to where hitoshi was lying. he looked down at the other dom, "heard that, must be fucking fantastic to hear izuku begging for your life to be spared." he placed a foot against hitoshi's throat.

katsuki placed his hands inside his pocket, eyes watching hitoshi struggle for air. "how fucking easy it would be to just crush your throat."

hitoshi wheezed clawing and pushing the leg away but all his efforts were futile. "ah," his tone was flat. "i am fucking pissed."

one moment izuku was watching as katsuki was crushing hitoshi's throat and the next thing izuku knew he was in a huge hall. floor made of marble, surrounded by intricately designed columns and a full white throne, nestling intricate design.

he walked towards the empty seat, confused and curious.

"that's how far," izuku turned to look at his inner sub behind him, looking at his nails. "no, i think that's not really right. i think he can do so much more."

izuku furrowed his brows.

his inner sub met his eyes, smirking. "what are you talking about?" izuku finally asked.

"you were asking how far bakugou katsuki will go to make you sign the contract right?" his inner sub walked towards him. "you wanted to know what this dom can do just to get you."

izuku felt his hands clenched tight as he rushed towards his inner sub, he yanked the guy's collar roughly but his inner sub just smirked back.

oh, izuku's going to kill him.

"you treat me as if i am a different person," his inner sub said. "when i am you and you are me."

"i am not you," izuku hissed. "i don't enjoy any of this."

his inner sub finally laughed at that, "oh, when will you be honest to yourself?"

izuku pushed him away, the inner sub just smiled at him. "if you don't like it, then why are you here?" a pause. "huh, izuku?"

"what do you mean?"

"oh, wait," his inner sub spread his arms wide and spun around like an idiot and izuku was about to lose his patience. "welcome to subspace!"

no.

what?

"such a beautiful place, right?"

there's no way.

"oh, i love it here."

subspace? why the fuck would he be in subspace, hitoshi was there about to get his damn throat crushed after bakugou katsuki deviated from what they agreed.

"he didn't?" his inner sub chimed in. "you signed an unrevised contract, come on even you knew better."

izuku watched the guy settle down on the throne, like it was just some couch. "and really you should be more honest to yourself." he added staring at the beautifully designed ceiling. the ceiling was filled with detailed artwork. "so just be honest to yourself."

honest to himself? he was honest to himself? what was this shit going on about?

his inner sub looked at him, "one powerful dom that people feared and wanted. this dom that could even put set on their knees. a dom that would do anything for you. break bones, burn down cities..."

"bakugou katsuki has the whole damn world in his hand and yet he fumbled all over just for you," his inner sub continued. "and you like it. you love the thought of how this powerful man was so desperate for you and he can have anyone else but he /wants/ you."

izuku swallowed hard, stepping backward. it almost felt like a physical hit. like his inner jab him in his chest.

the inner sub chuckled, sitting properly on the throne, "and i get it because as i am saying, you are me and i am you." a pause. "i am your desires and instincts."

izuku couldn't say anything. his inner sub walked to him, hugging him close, his chin resting on his shoulder. "you can lie to everyone else," he caressed izuku's back. "but you can't lie to me. i'll always know what you really wanted. what your instincts wanted."

izuku woke up in an unfamiliar room. pushing himself up, he looked all over the place. it was huge and has the interior of a modern bauhaus. everything looked so neat and expensive. a small part of his head throb. shaking his head, his eyes landed on katsuki.

the dom was settled on a chair, white shirt rolled up to his elbow. his eyes were closed. he looked so peaceful sleeping like that even when he was sitting down.

this was the first time that izuku really got to look at him. the people and magazines were not really exaggerating.

this guy looked like he was favored by the gods and maybe he was considering who and what he was. izuku hugged his knees to himself. he started crying thinking of everything and what happened.

he was confused and worried. he felt like he was losing control of his life.

the worst part of it was he knew he liked some part of it as much as he loathed it.

the side of the bed sunk as katsuki sat on it. gently he wiped izuku's tears. the sub looked at him, wanting to say anything but only sobs made it out his lips.

katsuki pulled him in his arms.

"when you feel better we can visit your friend in the hospital," katsuki whispered, caressing the back of his head.

that made izuku's heart drop.

"listen, i don't negotiate and i don't like bending my own rules," his voice sounded so soothing. "i guess you are an exception."

izuku gripped on his shirt.

"but i am expecting you to never do that again," he kissed the side of his head. "do you understand, deku?"

"yes," he nodded against the crook of his neck where he buried his face. "t-thank you."

"you're welcome," katsuki kissed the crown of —

— his head.

they stayed like that for a while before katsuki said that izuku needed to eat.

"i..." izuku looked down on the sheets he fisted. "i have a question."

"what is it?"

looking up, meeting the dom's eyes, he asked, "are we a," a pause. "...f-fated pair?"

katsuki's immediate answer hit like a fucking brick, "no." the dom cupped his face leaning close, "but it doesn't matter because i want you. i only want you."

it felt like izuku's heart sunk and he doesn't know why. why did it hurt? did he really expect they were fated?

izuku felt katsuki's lips against his own. just like that the dom was kissing him so gently and deeply and izuku couldn't help but respond and just get lost.

"it doesn't matter," katsuki whispered against his parted lips. "even fate can't take you away from me."

•

•

•

hitoshi doesn't want to see him. he refused to see him and izuku could understand why. technically while he didn't lie to him, he put hitoshi in danger knowing that bakugou katsuki was pursuing him. was waiting for him to sign a red folder.

izuku knew he should respect —

— hitoshi's wish but he couldn't help but still try. izuku tried several times to call him, drop flowers and fruits in his hospital room which katsuki actually paid for. hitoshi was even staying in some presidential suite but the dom refused to see him.

and izuku understood.

in his desperation, he even contacted one of hitoshi's sub who had been given access to the room.

"how is he?" izuku asked yukio. yukio had been hitoshi's sub for some year. hitoshi never really does the exclusive thing but yukio was the longest sub he played with.

"he's doing okay and he's healing quite nicely. maybe he'll be out in the hospital soon," yukio gave him a reassuring smile. izuku let out a sigh of relief. at least, he knew hitoshi was doing well. "i heard that hitoshi banned you from visiting him, sorry about that."

"it's fine!" izuku quickly replied shaking his head. he then held into his iced latter, staring at the drink. "hitoshi had every right to do that. i basically put him there. it's... my fault."

yukio reached for his hand, "i don't know what happened but i know you are very, —

— /very/, important to hitoshi. i'm sure he'd want to see you again. just give him time."

izuku met the other sub's eyes, "thank you, yukio." somehow that gave izuku a bit of a hope.

"how are you adjusting to being a sub?" yukio changed the topic, drinking his iced tea.

"it's a... work in progress," izuku admitted. "but... mr. bakugou is helping me with it."

yukio smiled, "that's good to hear. i was so surprised when i found out that you are a sub, i always thought you are a set."

he was a set. when he was recuperating, izuku researched —

— about his situation. even watched the indie film that hitoshi mentioned.

but that's all he has, an indie film. there was no concrete proof that one dynamics can change. izuku also tried to search for other fated pairs but can't find any.

"yeah," he just smiled back.

they talked more before izuku said he had to leave when he received a text message. the two subs walked out of the cafe and izuku waved goodbye to yukio when a car stopped in front of them and the driver opened the door for him.

yukio kept his smile and waved at izuku.

up until now, it doesn't sink in to him that izuku was a sub and not only that he even got a powerful dom with him.

"what a lucky bastard," yukio clicked his tongue. if he got the chance to see bakugou katsuki, he's sure he'll drop izuku without a second thought.

his trail of thoughts was interrupted when a red car parked in front of him. the window opened as he saw kirishima eijirou grinning at him.

"get in, yukio," he gestured the passenger seat with a head tilt.

yukio happily got inside the luxury sports car.

"tell me you gave an awesome performance," eijirou said, driving away.

"of course," yukio stated proudly.

"good, and you'll be rewarded. money's in your bank," eijirou smirked at him. "what did katsuki's pretty doll wants to know?"

"he's just asking how's hitoshi."

eijirou snorted at that.

"he's sad that hitoshi doesn't want to see him but also understands why. told him that hitoshi is getting better and would be discharged soon."

"great," eijirou grabbed something and handed it to yukio. it was a matte black envelope.

"what's this?"

"your next performance," eijirou chuckled. "you'll be leaving the country and start a new somewhere with /hitoshi/." eijirou then told him how everything was prepared for him, his new place and his new job and all he needed to do was to fly out.

"but," yukio opened the envelope and saw a plane ticket in it dated by the middle of the next month. "i don't want to leave."

"well, that's not an option, you know that," eijirou shrugged.

yukio stuffed the ticket back and just relaxed on his seat. "is he... really dead?"

eijirou laughed at that, "what do you think?" yukio shouldn't have asked after all he was paid to stay in an empty presidential hospital suite whenever izuku was trying to visit hitoshi.

the sub swallowed down. "does he really have to die?"

the red hair shrugged.

"let's just say that katsuki is not really fond when someone touch what's his," eijirou smiled, focusing his eyes on the road.

yukio shuddered at that. would a dom really do that for his sub? a sub he just met.

"they almost grew up together," yukio finally said.

"hitoshi is someone important and someone izuku trusts," he added. "aside from his own mother, hitoshi is the only person izuku has. isn't that... a bit cruel?"

eijirou let out a hum, "well, he has katsuki right now, does he?"

yukio gave an empty chuckle.

hitoshi's death hurts him too. he was his dom but more than that hitoshi was also a friend.

"a dom and sub relationship could only lasts so long, they are few who's lucky. with how powerful bakugou katsuki is, i bet he'll get tired of izuku in less than and year and leave him."

yukio turned to eijirou, "and when he's bored with him, then what?"

eijirou stopped the car and reached to open the door for yukio, "then it's none of your business." yukio looked at him sharply but eijirou glared at him and the sub whimpered. "get out, yukio."

yukio pulled himself together and slipped out of the car after unbuckling his seat belt. "we'll update you about your next performance," eijirou smiled. "thank you for your hard work." just like that eijirou was driving away as yukio crouched down trying to calm himself.

the sub stood up and fixed his coat, "izuku what the hell did you get yourself into?"

maybe he should get hitoshi at least a grave. he doesn't know what they did to him and his body and yukio doesn't want to know as well. pulling his phone out, he phoned someone.

•

•

•

izuku removed his coat the moment he got back to his new place. a penthouse unit that katsuki got for him.

walking inside the unit, izuku saw katsuki by the glass wall, holding a glass of wine. wordlessly, izuku darted towards the dom. katsuki turned to look at him.

"i thought you will be busy today," izuku said.

katsuki lifted his arm, showing his hand to izuku, "how about you greet me first?"

the sub stared back at his hand before going to his knees and kissing katsuki's hand. the dom then caressed his hair, "good boy."

izuku looked up to him and could feel satisfaction blooming in his chest. sometimes the feeling still threw him off but slowly he's getting used to it.

katsuki moved closer to him, "i realized it's been some time since i had some rest." his hand gently trace izuku's features.

"so today," katsuki tilted izuku's head. staring back at his emerald eyes. they looked so damn beautiful and even in his lips those eyes haunts katsuki. "i decided that we will /play/."

that quickly snapped izuku back to reality. him and katsuki had never played.

"stand up," katsuki said, walking his way to the kitchen. he finished his wine and placed the empty glass by the counter.

somehow izuku's heart was pounding so hard against his chest. he knew this day would come but he hoped that it's not as soon as this.

the simple things they do was still enough to satisfy his dynamics and izuku never really had the urge or need to play and he thought katsuki was the same.

katsuki stopped by the wooden dining table. leaning on it, he looked at izuku. "why don't we start with your safe word?"

izuku stared at the dom, his white shirt laid out nicely against his body that it showed how much muscle he packed. his sleeves were pushed until his elbows and his black pants looked good in him.

"uh," he swallowed hard. his eyes then landed on the wine glass on the counter.

"wine?" izuku turned to look at katsuki who nodded, acknowledging his safe word.

"come here," the blond said and izuku hesitantly walked to him. katsuki wrapped his arms around his waist. "relax," he said. "we will not do anything that you don't like."

izuku just looked at his blood red eyes. there's just something in it that he could just get lost into.

"and you have the power to stop this," katsuki's voice had been so soothing for him. sometimes, izuku hated how much he liked his voice. the way it's deep and rich just —

— suited the dom so much. it was like a warm blanket but could also be a deadly threat.

"if you don't like what we're doing, you can simply use your safe word," katsuki added, kissing the corner of his lips.

but izuku knew using the safe word has physical toll on subs.

it physically and mentally hurt to use safe words since it's a defiance to doms that's why doms were often encourage to make sure to know when a sub will say their safe word.

"okay," izuku simply replied.

"good," katsuki pulled away, watching izuku's face.

he then pressed his thumb against izuku's lower lips. "because we will play for 24 hours."

that surprised izuku.

"don't worry, i will go easy on you since it's our first play," katsuki parted izuku's lips with his thumb. "the moment we start you are not my sub anymore."

izuku could feel himself take a sharp breath in.

katsuki's eyes glinted with something izuku couldn't name. "rather you will be my slave." a pause. "and as a slave you are not allowed to do anything unless i tell you so." katsuki pressed his thumb against izuku's tongue.

"if i tell you that you can't breathe, you will hold your breath even if it means you are going to pass out." how's that different from what they're already doing, izuku wondered.

"everything you do will be decided by me, do you understand?" katsuki pulled his finger away.

he doesn't but izuku replied with a meek yes as katsuki looked at his watch and press something. katsuki looked at him, their eyes locked.

"follow me, slave," katsuki smirked walking towards the bedroom. izuku took a second before he trailed behind katsuki.

when they got in the bedroom, izuku'a phone rang and the sub quickly pulled it out.

"did i tell you, you can do that?" katsuki turned to him.

izuku quickly reasoned out that it's an important call from his thesis advisor.

"did i fucking tell that you can speak?"

izuku quickly lowered his head, "i'm so—"

"did i tell you to speak?" katsuki asked in a low growl making izuku flinch. "give me your phone." izuku handed him the device and katsuki pocketed it. "what did i tell you?" izuku looked at him but held his tongue.

"that /everything/ you do will be decided by /me/. you can't do anything unless /i told you so/." the blond reminded him. izuku could hear his heart pounding in his ears.

"get on your knees," katsuki sneered. the sub fell into his knees. "hands out, hold them in front of you."

—

// an
do not use this as an educational material for a real life play/scene. i bent some rules here so it fits my narrative. there are better ways to learn more about bdsm than this bkdk dom/subverse thread that my horny brain spat out.

nitro.

—

while holding his breath, izuku put out his hands in front of him, palms open. his stomach clenched as he was filled with dread and anticipation. he heard katsuki casually remove his belt and izuku felt a shiver run down his spine.

is he going to hit me, he thought.

izuku kept his eyes on his palms and didn't even dare to look at katsuki. there was an ongoing debate in his head about whether katsuki will hit him or not.

"of course, he'll hit you," his inner sub snorted. "you've been bad." izuku glared so damn hard at the inner sub.

"oh please," the inner sub rolled his eyes. "you'll like it."

izuku was pulled back to reality when katsuki folded the belt in half, telling him, "i'll strike two times. one for answering the phone and one for talking." the sub swallowed hard, he eyed the leather belt.

"and i need you to keep your mouth shut," katsuki looked at him and izuku almost squirmed in his place. "okay, keep your palms open, deku."

izuku took a sharp deep breath. katsuki flexed the belt, "i'll count it for you since you need to keep your pretty mouth shut."

katsuki drew his hand away and izuku had to bite his lips so damn hard that it almost bleed when the belt landed on the meatier part of his palm.

"one," katsuki counted.

it hurts. the belt burns against his hands. and izuku had to fight himself to keep his voice down.

"it hurts right?" katsuki asked, tilting izuku's head. his knees were hurting and his palms were burning from the hit. katsuki didn't hold back after all. "good, because it's a punishment. it's supposed to hurt, love." the dom smiled. izuku just swallowed hard.

"open your palms," he ordered and izuku followed him. katsuki drew his arm back and hit him hard counting 'two'.

the sub almost let his voice out but managed to keep it down. feeling the part of his palms burn from the hit. "you did great," katsuki whispered against the —

— crown of his head. "stay there," the dom left. izuku watched the dom leave as his heart fell in the pit of his stomach. he wanted to stop katsuki from leaving but he knew he can't speak and he doesn't want to cling to the blond.

his palm hurts, his knees were killing him.

and now he had to deal with this weird feeling inside him as he saw katsuki leave him after he hit him. it's nothing compared to what he saw when he was doing his research. it wasn't even remotely sexual just how he expected when it came to /play/.

izuku felt like he was pulled back to reality the moment he saw a cold bottle of water on his palms. looking up, he saw katsuki.

"your knees are probably killing you," he said and izuku didn't know how to react because all he could feel was relief and he doesn't even know why.

gently, katsuki helped izuku up. the dom settled on the edge of the bed where he placed izuku on his lap. "whenever you are punished you're probably confused because it's not supposed to feel good but your instincts are telling you otherwise," izuku kept his eyes on him as —

— katsuki soothed his palm with the bottle of water. "that's what is to be a sub," their eyes met.

izuku managed to nod a little.

"now, imagine what it will feel like to be rewarded," katsuki's voice was low, almost a whisper but to izuku it felt so loud.

"a sub will always want to be dominated, to be taken care of, to be spoiled, and as punishments satisfy your dynamics, it doesn't come close to being rewarded. being praised too for being good, for obeying, for pleasing."

izuku shuddered remembering how it felt whenever —

— the dom was praising him. calling him /good boy/.

"izuku," katsuki placed down the bottle on the bed and help izuku's wet hands. "i want to reward you. i want you to feel how good it is to be rewarded but tell me how am i going to do that if you keep disobeying me?"

// an
slow update

—

izuku swallowed thickly. how can he not disobey? he knew his instincts were screaming for him to submit to katsuki but this was all new to him. he lived 20 years of his life not having to worry about dynamics, about glares, about doms.

"i know this is new to you but you have to listen to what your dynamics is telling you," katsuki squeezed his hand a bit. "let's make it simple, you follow me you get rewarded and your dynamics will be satisfied. disobey me and you'll get punished, you understand?"

izuku was about to open his mouth but remembered how katsuki said he couldn't use his voice so he nodded.

"good," katsuki cupped his face and made him stand up. "stay there." the dom then entered the walk-in closet. five minutes after, he emerged with clothes in his hands.

but what really took izuku's attention was the black leather collar he was holding which has a golden buckle and a folded pendant.

katsuki handed the clothes to him, "change your clothes." izuku hesitantly accepted the clothes and was about to go to the bathroom when katsuki —

— walked by the bed, sat down, and said, "change in front of me, i want to watch you."

izuku bit his inner cheeks before nodding. he placed the clothes on the bed first and started stripping. layers of clothes slowly came off while red eyes watched him.

the sub could feel a lump in his throat, his skin tightening. katsuki was doing nothing but watch but somehow it felt like his huge hands were mapping every curve of izuku's body.

izuku stood awkwardly only in his underwear and katsuki wordlessly gesture for him to continue.

he felt his cheeks, his nape flared up in embarrassment. it's not like he hasn't been naked in front of someone before but right now, izuku felt like a teenager who was doing something he shouldn't be doing.

"izuku," his name rolled off so effortlessly from katsuki's tongue.

"you are so damn beautiful," suddenly izuku could feel millions of butterflies in the pit of his stomach and it made him more embarrassed. the way katsuki was looking at him like he was about to devour him was not helping as well. "i want to see all of you, love."

swallowing hard, izuku removed the last piece of clothing off his body. he had never felt so exposed in his life. standing with nothing on in front of such powerful dom.

"you look gorgeous," katsuki's voice was like a tongue tracing down his spine and he can't help but get hard

"you're perfect, izuku." something so deeply satisfying bloomed in the sub's chest. his inner sub was eating all the praises like it was the best meal he ever had.

"i want to touch you, feel you," the dom added and izuku was dying for it. he was dying to be touched. to be felt.

he wanted katsuki to just do whatever he wanted.

"but that will have to wait," the dom grabbed the clothes on his side and handed them over to izuku as the sub started getting dressed feeling left on the edge. left wanting, craving katsuki's touch.

when he's fully clothed, katsuki looked at him. pleased. izuku was wearing a loose silk longsleeved shirt that laid against his skin so fantastically. it has a deep v line that showed his chest. it was paired with a tight black pants that accentuate izuku's thighs and ass.

it was too tight for izuku's comfort. it's something he wouldn't wear mainly because he likes his pants a bit loose or would just wear his trusty cargo shorts.

"come here," katsuki offered his hand. izuku accepted it as he stood between the dom's legs. "you look amazing."

"kneel," izuku knew katsuki held back the command but he still felt it down his soul. his bones shivered.

izuku knelt in front of katsuki, looking up at his dom's red eyes. katsuki then worked on the collar he was holding. "there's a small party at one of the villas tonight."

the sub felt all the air in his lungs left when he felt the collar around his neck. "and we will be attending it," katsuki secured the collar around his neck.

why was bakugou katsuki putting a collar on him?

putting a collar meant being exclusive. putting a collar meant he's —

— claiming him. it meant ownership.

the air rushed back to izuku's lungs as he felt the metal pendant settle against his collarbone. katsuki caressed his cheek, watching him with an expression izuku couldn't read.

"no one else can have you," the dom declared quietly.

"it looks beautiful on you," katsuki smiled. "come and give me a kiss, slave." izuku pushed his thoughts away, as he reached for his dom, kissing him

katsuki pulled him closer, licking his lips, prying it open. the moment izuku parted his lips, katsuki kissed him deeply.

not enough, that was izuku's first thought when katsuki pulled away, staring at his red huffing face. he wanted to kiss katsuki more, taste him more. there was just something about the way katsuki kissed him that struck him. like he was so desperate for him.

katsuki gently wipe the corner of his lips before telling his sub to stand up. izuku was barely able to follow his command. his knees felt like jello and there was this feeling in the pit of his stomach that he tried so hard to ignore.

the dom checked his watch, "let's go."

izuku followed katsuki to the car and kept to himself. he left his phone at home and had been bored at just sitting and keeping his mouth shut. he was fidgeting with his hands, thinking of what kind of party were they going to. he just hoped it's not a red party.

a red party involves doms and subs publicly playing and izuku has no issue with that but he felt like he would not be ready for it.

"stop fidgeting," katsuki said, eyes not leaving his phone. "take a deep breath," izuku followed, pressing his palms against his thighs.

// tbc

once a upon a time, a couple thinks it's a good idea to have a baby so now i have to pay bills and be sad.

sorry, i haven't updated. i'll try to catch up soon.

nitro.

// an
slow update.

*.✧ beginning of the thread:

https://twitter.com/C3H5_NO33/status/1541475149853368320?t=4t_NUqQRfI79CbDokUGPDQ&s=19

katsuki let out a sigh, placing down his phone, he turned to izuku, "tell me what you're thinking."

the sub faced katsuki, lips still pressed together. his adam apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

"t-the party..." it felt weird somehow weird speaking. "is it a..."

he was too scared to even finish his questions. too scared of the answer.

"yes," katsuki replied immediately, confirming what he was dreading. suddenly, izuku was pale. "it's a red party."

izuku was not ready for a red party. he doesn't think he'd be ever ready for one.

his anxiety was spiking up, rolling in huge waves that even when katsuki acted dumb, he wouldn't be able to deny it.

the dom reached for izuku's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze, filling the gaps between his suddenly cold fingers. "izuku," the dom called gently.

"i told you, we will not do anything you don't want to," katsuki reminded him, their eyes locking up on each other. "your wellbeing is the most important to me," the dom lifted his hand, landing a gentle kiss on the back of it. " and that's why safe words exist."

safe word.

izuku had read about safe words before. they exist to protect subs but using a safe word had always been a double edge sword. it could stop the dorm, disarm them and snapped them out of the play in an instance but the sub suffers mentally because of it.

using safe words for sub felt like rebelling against their doms and it was never a good feeling.

izuku remembered the numerous occasions he defied or at least tried to defy katsuki and he could honestly say that it wasn't the best feeling in the world.

this was why doms were urged to be careful about dealing with their subs. they were expected to see when the sub was about to say their safe word or when the play was getting too much. but of course, humans would always try to test the limit. would always fall for temptations.

"and i told you about our play, you don't have to worry." katsuki added another reminder.

oh yeah, izuku thought. they're play was not meant to be anything sexual.

"you got nothing to fucking worry about," the blond added, keeping izuku's hand on his. the sub gave a nod.

"thank you," he added in a quiet voice.

katsuki turned to look back on his phone, "now keep your pretty little mouth shut for me."

izuku knew that his speaking privileges were once again revoked. he then endured another 30 minutes of silence, distracting himself with the view.

his nerves went on whack once more the moment the car stopped on a huge villa. it was a modern victorian house that has a generous driveway. cars coming in and out and dropping people of katsuki's social status. sometimes they're alone, other times they come in pair.

taking a deep breath, izuku exited the vehicle when katsuki offered his hand for him to take.

he felt out of place. though katsuki chose such beautiful clothes for him, izuku felt like he doesn't belong in this world and he knew he doesn't. him and katsuki stood on different —

— grounds. and even when he's bakugou katsuki's sub, izuku never consider himself of his level.

he's just a sub afterall.

katsuki could replace him anytime he could and izuku wouldn't even wonder why. with how powerful of a dom he was he could have hundred subs if he wanted to

izuku was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt katsuki's hand on his lowerback, leading him inside the villa.

"focus," the dom whispered and izuku almost return an apology but manage to remember he had to keep his mouth shut.

getting inside, all eyes were suddenly on them

that made izuku more anxious. he could feel something crawling under his skin as dread bloomed in his chest.

he thought of how he should get used to this as he was katsuki's sub. people would always be interested in any name that was next to katsuki. that's just how it was.

"breathe," katsuki pulled him close. "i got you." izuku glanced at the dom and finally let go of the breath he was holding in. he didn't even notice it.

determined to keep his cool, izuku looked all over the place, silently awed by how beautiful it was. it was elegant. expensive

something he could only see in dramas or read in books before. everything from the interior to the furniture and fixtures and even the way people dressed was just so fine, so sophisticated.

katsuki lead them to what seemed to be an open space in the middle of the house.

there was a door that lead to a pool area located in the heart of the villa. it was enormous with a beautiful huge pool, surrounded by tiled ground that hosted several chairs and table.

there was an impressive number of people already there both subs and doms.

servers were roaming around handing drinks. in one of the corner was a huge buffet that offers food. on the other end of the pool was a dj booth, blasting loud music all over the place.

eyes were on them and suddenly everyone were looking and whispering.

izuku felt the weight of the collar sitting on his neck.

of course, they'll talk. bakugou katsuki brough a sub. a collared sub.

"do you want some champagne?" katsuki turned to him, unbothered.

he was about to refuse when he thought a little alcohol will definitely help.

deciding he needed the liquid courage, izuku gave a nod. katsuki then called one of the servers. he grabbed two glasses and handed izuku one.

the sub almost opened his mouth, making the dom raised his brow a bit. izuku them grabbed katsuki's hand and wrote on his palm with —

— his finger.

( thank you. )

the dom snorted at that. "you can't just ignore your manners, huh," katsuki sounded amused as he lead them to their table. "you're welcome, deku."

deku? izuku blinked, settling on a seat.

"your name could be read like that," katsuki pointed out.

ah.

izuku nodded. he didn't like it but he just let katsuki go with it. it's not like he could protest anyway. instead, he focused on the champagne, noting how it was even the better kind than what they served in atlas.

remembering atlas somehow make izuku sad.

it felt like a distant memory. his eyes trailed to katsuki who was on his phone and he wondered if him and katsuki never met would everything be different.

of course it would, his brain told him.

izuku tried to not dwell too much into it. there's no use thinking of what ifs.

he was also forced to halt all his thoughts when a group of sub came to them. they all looked elegant and beautiful in their designer clothes. but what izuku noticed were the bracelets they were wearing. it was simple silver chain bracelet with a circular pendant.

"master," one of the sub smiled at katsuki, bowing to him. katsuki silently offered his hand and the sub kissed his knuckles. izuku couldn't peel his eyes off the sight.

then he saw it. the pendant on the bracelet. all of them were engraved with a character.

Bakugou.

of course.

izuku could feel a lump forming in his throat. how could he even think that he was katsuki's only sub. green eyes stared at the group of sub all smiling, all poised. all making sure to put a great face and look for their dom.

suddenly his stomach churned.

there were all these million thoughts running in his mind. he was filled with questions.

even his inner sub was huffing in annoyance. arms crossed over his chest, glaring at every one last sub that were greeting katsuki.

"they need to go," his inner sub demanded.

izuku couldn't even argue with his inner sub because he doesn't know how he should react to all of this.

his inner sub glared at him, "do something. they need to go. that's our dom!" as usual, there he go throwing another tantrum. "he's only ours."

"shut up," izuku replied.

"what?" the inner sub rolled his eyes on him. "don't tell me you are okay being just /another/ sub."

"well, we are just /another/ sub," izuku pointed out. his inner sub looked at him offended. ever the drama queen.

"i am not just another sub!" it retaliated.

"i refuse to be just another sub. i am THE SUB." izuku decided to tune his inner sub at that point because he refuse to sit through all that dramatic monologue his inner sub was so damn ready to throw at him.

"deku," izuku jolted in his place as he turned to katsuki.

his eyes then look at the food suddenly being served in front of him.

"eat," katsuki told him. "i need you to finish everything.

izuku opened his mouth to retaliate as he looked at the dom who was still surrounded by his /other/ sub. izuku just nodded.

"i'll be back, you should be finish eating when i get back," the dom said and stood up. "you can't leave your seat unless i tell you," he added as he landed a kiss on the crown of his head.

katsuki then walked towards a group while /his/ subs trailed behind him.

"tch," his inner sub bit its thumb. "you better fix this," he glared at izuku.

izuku rolled his eyes on him, "just accept it."

the inner sub snorted, rolling his eyes back, "you think i am the only one who felt like this." izuku's face fell. "you and i are the same."

"i don't know what you are talking about."

"oh please, i am you, you are me," his inner sub walked closer to him, hooking his arms over izuku's nape. the inner sub leaned closer, their nose almost touching. "admit it, you hated it as much as i do. you want him to be just yours."

izuku kept his ground eyes looking back on those familiar green ones. his inner sub cupped his face, pulling him closer their lips almost touching that he could felt the phantom breath of his inner sub against his lips. "you need him to be yours. just yours. no one else."

his inner sub then pulled away and hugged him, hand caressing the back of his head. "and you can do it, you know."

what the fuck was he to do? he was just a sub.

laugh ripped out of his inner sub. "that's the thing, you are the sub," he whispered against his cheek.

"what people don't know as a sub, you have the power." his inner sub moved away. "you are the one giving the dom the power. if you don't want to, a dom can't do a single shit." he looked so proud. so confident and he looked beautiful that way. his inner sub chuckled.

"i am you," his inner sub smiled. "you are me."

izuku felt like he was thrown back to reality as he was slowly becoming aware again of his surroundings. he needed to just stop talking to his stupid inner sub. he them began eating the food in front of him.

his eyes trailed to katsuki who seemed to be talking to other doms, in his hand was a glass of whiskey. the other subs were no longer next to him, they were on the other side talking to other subs.

izuku hated the bitter taste in his mouth as he forced to swallow the food down.

he tried to focus on the food he was eating and finish everything as fast as he can. at some point he was distracted by a pair playing but nothing to explicit.

luckily, this red party wasn't as bad as he heard or read online. it seemed to be just another rich people get together

"hi," izuku turned after taking the last bite of his roast beef. a guy settled on the empty seat next to him. "i'm shindou yu." he added handing him a glass of champagne which izuku quickly refused.

one look and you know he's a dom and he was proud of being one.

"oh," yu placed down the glass of champagne. "what a beautiful collar."

izuku almost thank him but covered his own mouth before he could speak. the dom immediately picked up on what's happening that he asked, "you can't talk?" a pause. "or you're not allowed to talk?"

izuku nodded at what he said.

yu let out an attractive chuckle. the guy was charming in his own way. he has the typical handsome face with a confident aura and the style to go with it. "i'm also guessing you're in a play."

that made izuku flush but he also nodded.

"well that's too bad," yu rest his chin on his palm, elbow propped on the table. "with a beautiful face like that, your voice most be beautiful as well."

izuku almost cracked and talked but kept his mouth shut, shaking his head.

"you are bakugou's sub, right?" yu asked.

the dom then turned to look at katsuki who was still having what seemed to be a serious conversation with other dom given how his brows were furrowed deep. izuku followed his line of sight as he turned to the group of subs who were wearing identical bracelets.

"or one of his subs," that somehow irritated izuku and the sub refused to acknowledge the feeling.

yu then reached for his collar, "but don't worry, you're clearly the favorite." he grinned. probably that should have eased izuku but that made him more on the edge.

"that guy had always been greedy. he always have this place filled with his subs." yu relaxed on his seat. "they all could stay here or anywhere they want. they're his sub but he never makes it exclusive so some of us can still play with his subs." yu stared at him, at his collar

"but he put a collar on you to make all of us know you are exclusively his," there was an amusement in the dom's voice. yu then leaned forward, "you are beautiful but so are his other subs so what makes you different, hmm?"

izuku didn't like the change in his tone.

the way his eyes gleamed in mischief. clearly this person was not someone who respect things and would do anything to get what he wanted.

"do you suck him good or are you that tight?" izuku was now uncomfortable.

yu then let out a small laugh, "sorry, this is just how i talk"

the dom put out a sad facade, "i probably offended you. i didn't mean it." he scratched his cheek with a finger, "sometimes, i forget boundaries and thought everyone is my friend. i hope you'll let that slide." a pause. "as an apology, let me tell you something."

izuku was not really interested in what he's going to say until yuu spoke, "seeing as how he still has this place and his subs, i don't think he's planning to pair with you," he offered a sad smile to izuku. "which is a bit of unfair if you think of it, right?"

"but i know what you are thinking, it's okay because katsuki is a powerful dom and he needed as much sub as he can but that's still unfair to you especially if you are to be exclusively his."

izuku wanted nothing but for yu to get straight to his fucking point.

"i heard you worked in atlas before," yu grinned. "i am 100% sure he made you sign a red folder." yu then pulled a business card off his pocket, pushing it toward to izuku. "a red folder can be challenged." green eyes stared at the black business card on the table.

"it will cost a lot but," yu kept that maniacal grinned, "i love me some good challege."

izuku stared at the paper and then looked at katsuki who was still engaged in some conversation when one of the subs suddenly hugged katsuki from the back and izuku could feel —

— something heavy settling inside his stomach.

what was this feeling?

"i will fucking rip her throat open," his inner sub growled.

swallowing hard, izuku could feel his hands turning cold. there was this dark feeling spreading in his chest.

his eyes turned to yu.

his inner sub laughed. loud, free, and sinister. "oh, i will love this one."

izuku ignored it as he let out a breath he was holding. lifting his arms he began removing the collar on his neck. yu watched him amused. "so, you are a brat, huh?" a smirk. "that's sexy."

izuku placed down the collar on the table. "well," he spoke. it felt weird after trying to stay silent for long. he looked at yu's eyes. "i am no longer exclusive."

there was suddenly this hunger in the dom's face. "i was right," yu moved closer to him. "your voice is beautiful"

his brain had been telling him how katsuki would be mad. how he was defying his dom but even his inner sub was enjoying what he was doing.

yu placed a hand on his thigh, slowly moving up, "fuck," he whispered. "i want you," the dom admitted without shame.

"what's holding you back," izuku asked. voice low, unaware of how seductive it was. "because i am not holding you back."

there was this dark excitement in him that knew what will happen.

yu chuckled moving closer, until his lips was an inch away of izuku's.

and on cue, yu was yanked away from izuku and was thrown on the ground. katsuki's glare filled the whole place. everyone were frozen on their place.

izuku's inner sub clapped his hands slowly.

the amount of glare brough a lot on their knees. feeling them with dread.

izuku watched as yu tried to get up and fight katsuki instead the other dom overpowered him as he didn't hold back with his punches and no one even tried to stop katsuki despite yu falling on the floor, lips and nose busted. he was bleeding and katsuki's knuckles where dripping.

eijirou placed his arm in front of katsuki, "you'll kill him." the guy nearly shouted. trying to stop katsuki from his rampage.

"that's the fucking point!" katsuki growled back, pushing eijirou's arm away. "give me your gun."

"kats," eijirou warned.

"give me your fucking gun!"

the command ripped through, eijirou tried to fight it.

izuku looked at him, the next word he said was unexpected, "just give him the gun." yu looked at izuku, bewildered.

eijirou pulled the gun off his holster hidden under his coat. katsuki was breathing heavily.

the dom released the safety mechanism. eijirou turned to izuku who was still watching the whole thing. "this thing is on you." the red-haired said.

izuku didn't even look at him nor responded it was as if he was only snapped back to reality the moment he heard the gun shot.

katsuki fired the gun over and over until all the bullets were spent. wordlessly, he turned to eijirou pushing his gun back against his chest. eijirou accepted the gun watching katsuki walk towards izuku.

the dom yanked his sub, pressing him against the table.

plates and glasses falling on the ground, shattering. izuku looked straight at the dom's red eyes, hand over his neck. "you really like making me mad, you fucking brat."

izuku only smiled. "don't get mad, i am not yours." katsuki's glare sharpened. "we're not a pair."

"you are mine," katsuki growled, hand tightening against izuku's throat.

"no, i am not," his chest burned but izuku was too far to stop now. "just as how you are not mine. i can do what i want with anyone i want." air was becoming short. painfully short.

katsuki let him go.

he let out a laugh, raking his hair, "you threw a fit just because you're jealous?"

ah.

that hit izuku. how come he didn't notice. he was jealous. so that was that bitter feeling in his chest and the bitter taste in his mouth.

katsuki looked at the other subs.

"*come here*" the command was impossible to defy. all the subs hurried to him. even when the dom's glare left them weak in their knees. some crawled if they had to.

"take off all your bracelets and leave," the dom coldly added. "you are all no longer my sub."

some let out their protest. others sobbed.

"*get out.*" katsuki coldly commanded. "never fucking show your face here again."

izuku's inner sub let out a laugh that turned into a giddy giggle. "i told you," he looked so happy. "you got the power over this."

eijirou glanced at izuku who was still on the table before looking at katsuki. pulling himself together he clapped his hands, "alright, out, everyone." even the other doms followed and so were the servers leaving katsuki and izuku alone with shindou yu's dead body.

pulling izuku off the table, katsuki settled him on his lap, "you need to be punished." the dom said, hand on izuku's waist.

izuku was still processing what happened while his inner sub was just doing its happy dance looking like an absolute idiot.

"on your knees, brat," katsuki said letting him go. izuku debated if he'll follow him and decided to just follow before katsuki use his command.

"have you ever suck anyone before, huh, you fucking brat?" katsuki asked, cupping his chin, making his face steady.

izuku shook his head. katsuki pushed a thumb between his lips. the sub opened his mouth as katsuki began petting his tongue. the dom unbuckled his belt, pulling his cock out. izuku stared at it in disbelief he knew he will be big but he was enormous.

swallowing hard, izuku held katsuki's huge dick and began with kitten licks. eyes not leaving katsuki's blood red ones. opening his mouth, he swallowed the tip and slowly moved putting the whole length inside his mouth, down his throat. his eyes began to water.

"so fucking pretty," katsuki groaned. "look at you taking me all in." he brushed a finger on the bulge on izuku's throat. the sub pulled away breathing heavily. his throat hurts but he continued to bob his head taking the dom's dick in his mouth.

swallowing around katsuki's cock, the dom almost let out a growl. "fuck," he breathed. katsuki began fucking his mouth, hips snapping with desperate moves until he finally spilled down izuku's throat.

the sub was crying through all of it, swallowing katsuki's hot release.

"show me your mouth," katsuki panted. izuku obliged, opening his mouth as katsuki looked at it with satisfaction. praises raining out of his mouth that satisfied izuku's dynamics in new ways.

katsuki then pulled izuku up, settling him on his lap. he reached for a collar.

the dom cupped izuku's face, "we are not a fated pair," katsuki said, eyes on izuku's.

"i know..." izuku added.

"i wanted to punish you for what you did. removing the collar, letting someone touch you," katsuki whispered. "you always knew how to fucking make me angry."

izuku didn't reply.

"but i also understand why you did it," katsuki said. "i was unfair to you, making you exclusively mine but not giving myself exclusively to you."

somehow that made izuku's chest flutter. his inner sub, ever the drama queen, fanned himself to stop the tears

"i don't want this to ever happened again," katsuki added. "i want us to be a pair."

izuku swallowed hard. his heart thundering against his chest.

fated pairs were automatically paired but for those who are not, they'll have to go on a certain procedure that will tie —

— a sub and dom exclusively together. being paired was rare because not a lot have that kind of devotion knowing that there could be other people that could satisfy them.

for someone like bakugou katsuki to ask that... izuku couldn't believe it.

"are you sure?" the sub asked.

his inner sub was rejoicing.

"more than anything," katsuki added. "i want you, deku." he cupped izuku's face. "i'll only want and need you." izuku almost preened. this powerful dom was really willing to be exclusive with him.

"okay," izuku said, breathless.

katsuki hugged izuku who melted against him, slowly falling into a subspace. he kissed his temple, "i'll take care of everything." izuku didn't reply as he was already out of it. eyes glassy and head just floating. katsuki let izuku be. 10 minutes after, he carried him to the car

•

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•

"you're still up?" eijirou asked entering his study.

katsuki didn't reply, eyes still on the city view, hand holding a glass of whiskey. "he wanted to be a pair," he finally said after a minute of silence.

eijirou snorted, "just as how you wanted."

they both know that him and izuku were already a pair with how they were fated.

katsuki always had subs and was known to keep them in a fancy villas and provide for them but he never had any relationship with them not when his body kept rejecting subs.

it was all for show.

to stop people from talking. to contain the rumor that he was vexed. they tried their best to make sure that people knew he was healthy even when he was near his death during the time he was vexed.

he would visit the subs and dine with them but that's how far he'd go with them.

the subs were to be let go by the end of the month. eijirou settled everything, gave them compensation, made them sign ndas. he also dealt with shindou yu, his family and the other dom and servers during the party.

"i didn't expect it to work that well," eijirou said.

katsuki purposely brought izuku on a red party in the villas with his other subs to show him how he's not the only one. to make him want to be the only one. to make izuku want to pair. for him to suggest it on his own.

and if eijirou was more honest, he didn't expect it to —

— work that well.

he expected izuku to be rattled and insecure but not to purposely drive katsuki on the edge.

"your sub worries me," eijirou sat on the chair. katsuki turned to him with furrowed brows. "he did that on purpose. lead shindou yu and anger you to do that."

katsuki finished his whiskey placing it down on his table. he let out an amused snort, "i know." he smirked, looking proud. "what an adorable little shit."

eijirou rolled his eyes. "you need to be careful," he said. "that sub could be a monster that will swallow you whole."

the dom turned to look back at the city skyline. "i wouldn't fucking mind." a paused.

the red-haired sighed, "you're insane."

"you know this already, what the fuck is your point?" katsuki looked at his best friend ove his shoulder.

"he could be your downfall."

katsuki turned and walked to leave the room, opening the door he turned to eijirou, "it's to boring sitting alone on the top, ei." he left. "maybe being knocked down a bit is not that fucking bad." he closed the door behind him.

eijirou let out a sigh.

his eyes landed on the empty glass of whiskey. he then grabbed the glass staring at it. "as if i'll let anyone push you out of your thrown. we worked too hard to be where we are now, kats."

he then licked the rim of the glass.

"i'll protect you no matter what."

// tbc

good news, i am still breathing.
do not imitate what you see here at home.

nitro.