Thread by @C3H5_NO33

⚠️ cheating, upsetting themes
#ktdk #bkdk

"director aizawa is married with two kids."

izuku turned to look at the blond man standing next to him, placing a cigarette between his lips. he had never seen him before. most likely he's from a different department.

the blond smirked, removing the unlit cigarette off his lips, "and by the looks of it, you knew that he's married."

izuku felt the lump that form in his throat. panic bloomed in him but he kept his face straight, refusing to give anything away. "everyone knew he's married."

he watched the blond placed the cigarette back between his lips, lighting it. "really?" he hummed.

izuku noted how he was tall, most likely around 6'2 to 6'3. his build was insane, it almost felt like the sleeves of his white shirt was about to burst.

he could see a peek of how well sculpted his body was through his two undone buttons of his shirt. however, what really takes the cake was the blond's face. he was gorgeous and it was an understatement. his features were perfectly match with those red intense eyes.

on how izuku was unaware that someone that looks like this works in their company was unbelievable. with that looks alone, he knew people will talk. the girls will dreamily sigh about him and the guys would most likely give underhanded comments.

but not once in izuku's 2 year —

— tenureship in their company has he heard about the guy.

"so," the blond blew smoke in the air, eyes darting on izuku. "you just don't care?"

izuku met his eyes, he offered a practiced smile. "i am not sure what you're talking about."

"you don't care that he's married."

"why would his marital status bother me?"

the blond pulled his phone out and showed a picture. izuku froze. it was a photo of him and director aizawa shouta at the basement parking lot.

a photo of them inside shouta's car, izuku on his lap, their lips on each other's.

the blond looked at the phone, clearly amused, "you have to admit i did a good job in taking this."

izuku's hand clenched on tight fists.

the stranger turned to him, "how much do you think director aizawa will pay me to delete this?" he let out a hum. "wanna bet?"

izuku swallowed the bubbling panic down as he turned to face the guy. "what do you want?"

"how long have you two been seeing each other?" the blond ignored his question.

izuku was about to ask another question when he heard ochako called his name.

"izuku!" she rushed to him.

"where did you eat? you should have come with us!" the lady began telling him about the special deal that they had in one of the nearby restaurant in their office.

izuku barely listened as he turned to the blond who was just suddenly nowhere next to him.

"izu, you okay?"

turning to ochako, izuku swallowed hard, forcing a nod, "i'm fine, let's go up."

"you sure?" ochako looked worried.

"i'm sure," he replied with a smile. he grabbed ochako by the shoulder, gently pushing her to get inside their office building.

for the rest of the day, izuku couldn't concentrate. he made numerous mistake. luckily, all were minor but he was still reprimanded by tenya for them. because of his poor concentration, he had to stay behind to finish a presentation.

his phone beeped.

🖤
[ you seemed to be stressed out today, you need to take it easy. ]

izuku could feel his heart swelling inside his chest. he knew it was wrong but he couldn't help but feel giddy about anything thay involved aizawa shouta.

the moment he remembered about the blond he met —

— at lunch, he felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. dread filled him.

he knew it was stupid to justify it because cheating was cheating no matter the reason. there will never be any valid reason for what he and shouta had been doing.

another message came in.

🖤
[ i wish i could be with you tonight, just hug and sleep next to you. i'm sorry, my love. i'll see you tomorrow? ]

izuku felt his lips curved into a small sad smile.

it's not like he wanted to be a paramour but before he knew it, he was in that situation.

swept off his feet by aizawa shouta.

it all started when he was chosen to go with the director on a business trip. they grew close and before izuku knew it, they started to hang out every friday, drinking in some private wine bar and talking about life.

he didn't mean to fall in love. it wasn't his intention. he knew about how aizawa shouta was married and has two kids. the entire company talks about how he was the ideal husband and father aside from the fact that he was a great director.

izuku let out a sigh.

he began typing his reply.

[ it's okay. i am happy with what we have. it's more than what i could ask for. ]

sometimes, izuku would imagine what it would be like if this little dirty secret of them were suddenly out in the public.

he knew it would be an ugly mess.

people loved to talk and they would love to talk about the perfect family man aizawa shouta having a lover... a man lover to boot, and to make it worse, izuku was also his subordinate.

he sent his reply, pocketed his phone and shut down his computer. grabbing his coat, he —

— fixed his things and left the office.

when he reached the ground floor, he checked the time and sighed, knowing he already missed the trains.

a black audi rs q8 parked in front of him. the window lowered and izuku saw a familia face.

"get in," the blond smirked.

his first instinct was to say no but as izuku remembered the photo that he showed him this afternoon, he knew he got to do what he got to do.

taking a deep breath, he grabbed the door handle, opening the car, sliding in the passenger seat.

"hard day at work?" the blond asked.

izuku could only balled his fists. he wanted to tell him that it was because of him but not a single word made out of his lips.

"if looks could kill, i would have been long dead," the stranger snorted. he then moved closer to izuku who instinctively backed away.

the blond put izuku's seatbelt on, "safety first," he smirked. god, izuku wanted to wipe that smug look off his face even when it looked so damn good on him.

seriously, why does this guy look hot? was he a model of some sort.

moving away, the blond began to drive.

izuku gripped unto the seatbelt, "what do you want?" he asked, filling the silence that sat for almost five minutes. "you are driving a luxury car so i don't think you need money."

the blond snorted. he glanced at izuku from the corner of his eyes. izuku was obviously tensed.

"oh, baby, you won't be able to fucking afford me," the guy declared.

"you don't know that," izuku insisted.

the blond let out a laugh. "does it feel like i am holding a gun against your temple?"

izuku didn't reply. he tightened the grip on the seatbelt.

whoever this asshole was, he was clearly enjoying this.

"or does it feel more of me holding a gun against aizawa shouta's head?"

izuku flinched at his words. if this jerk decided to put the picture out in public, it will damage izuku but it will be nothing compared to how —

— much it will taint aizawa shouta's image. after all the guy also married to the daughter of a famed and well loved politician.

"the moment the photo is out, he'll crash and burn to nothing. how much of his life will he be able to salva—"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

the blond didn't reply. the amusement on his face drained as he parked the car on the road side. he turned to izuku. "i don't appreciate you raising your voice on me."

izuku who had been too riled up could barely care about what the blond told him. "quit messing around."

"what do you really want from me?! what are you trying to achieve with this!?" izuku was breathing heavily. he knew, he knew more than anyone else that the moment this guy went to shouta about this, shouta will cut izuku off his life like he was nothing.

it doesn't matter if the two of them had been in an affair for almost a year.

izuku was more than aware that compare to everything going on in aizawa shouta's life. he was nothing.

he was surprised the moment the blond roughly cupped his cheeks with a single hand.

"i fucking told you to not raise your voice at me, you little shit," he growled lowly. izuku could feel every word's tremor under his skin. "don't raise your voice at me, do you understand?" izuku couldn't look away from his piercing red eyes.

izuku forced a nod as he felt the blond let him go.

"good," the blond moved away.

somehow, izuku couldn't move. it was as if the dread he felt numbed all of him.

"you are fucking impatient," the blond raked his hair.

izuku bit his quivering lips.

he felt like he was a ball of all these emotions he could no longer identify and he was like a ticking time bomb. the only difference was he doesn't really know when he will explode.

"director aizawa had always been the perfect guy. he knew and does his job extremely well."

izuku knew that too well. he was one of the people who admired the director for his track records of flawless work.

the blond continued, "he does politics like it's nothing, not only that his public image was spotless." he then let out a low laugh.

"do you have any idea how many have been trying to find dirt on him?"

izuku could feel his stomach churning.

"so, imagine my fucking surprise when i saw him in a car with one of his employees," izuku could feel the corners of his eyes stinging. all air left his lungs.

"tell me, does he give you some huge allowance?"

izuku remembered three cards and a passbook that shouta gave him.

"did he give you some nice place?"

izuku thought of the huge condominium apartment he was currently staying at.

"how about a car?"

izuku refused one.

shouta insisted to buy him a car but izuku was adamant he doesn't need one as he doesn't like receiving gifts from the director.

"did he promise you that he will one day divorce his wife and be with you forever?"

"stop," izuku's voice was a whisper.

the blond let out a laugh.

he didn't notice the tears that stained his freckled cheeks.

izuku never wanted anything from aizawa shouta other than his affection. he wasn't with him because of money or because he wanted to climb the corporate ladder.

he was with him because as fucking stupid as it was —

— he loved him. izuku loved the director despite the fact that he was married and has two children.

he loved him enough to endure that kind of humiliation and situation.

it was love.

and he knew that was not a valid reason. what he's doing was wrong. he knew it.

— he was in love with him. he loved aizawa shouta. he loved the director who was married and has two children.

the reason was simple and stupid, it was love.

and he loved him enough to endure such humiliation. to be okay with their situation.

and izuku knew it was wrong.

"just tell me what you want," izuku's voice was breaking. sobs were slowly spilling off him.

the blond reached for his cheek, wiping his tears, "do you cry like this whenever he pins you down?"

izuku couldn't reply. he was slowly being wrecked by sobs.

he watched the stranger licked his tears on his thumbs.

"i want to taste," izuku watched as his red eyes almost glow from hunger. "i want to taste aizawa shouta's little dirty secret."

izuku looked at the guy, in disbelief, "w-what do you mean?"

"you know what i mean."

izuku couldn't find the right words to reply.

"i want to fuck you," the blond's lips curled into a sinister smile. his stares were intense it was as if he was just slowly undressing me.

"what ma-makes you think i am... going to agree," izuku sounded offended.

the blond let out a chuckle. "you have no problem fucking someone who's married and a father of two adorable kids, why can't you do the same with me." izuku could feel anger rising in his throat. "or do you only want married men? ah, the thing was marriage ain't for me."

izuku swallowed down the venom of rage threatening to leave him. though he was crass, izuku couldn't exactly deny what he was saying.

"will you delete the photo?"

"hmm, depends," the blond smiled. "if you satisfied me, why the fuck not. i am generous after all."

izuku bit his inner lips. "okay," his voice was low. he doesn't really want to do it. though his and shouta's relationship was nothing but an affair, izuku wanted to stay loyal to him. "i'll do it but you have to delete the photo."

the blond cupped his face with one hand.

he pulled him closer, "again, it depends. i am not deleting anything unless you satisfy me." izuku could feel his warm breathe fanning against his lips. he could smell his expensive perfume. "you better work hard and blow my mind if you want the photo to be deleted."

the blond let him go, "nothing in this f
world is ever free, baby."

izuku turned away. he wanted to shout, he wanted to get mad. he was hurt, his pride was hurt but he knew none of those was important. the only thing in his mind right now was the need to get rid of the photo.

"how about you key in your address," the stranger gestured to the screen on his car.

"let's go to a hotel," izuku suggested.

"nah," the guy quickly dismissed. "i want to fuck you in the bed that aizawa shouta got you."

izuku clenched his fists tight.

"just type your address, baby."

izuku couldn't hold back his glare and the hiss on his words, "why don't you just drive there since you seemed to know where i live."

the blond chuckled as he began to drive. izuku didn't expect for the blond to really know where he lived.

"so tell me how did you two happened?"

izuku kept his eyes on the road, "i don't see the need to tell you anything."

the blond snorted, he pulled out a phone, connected it to the car speaker and played something.

/izuku.../

izuku whipped his head to the driver seat as he —

— recognized shouta's breathless voice.

/anggh, my love, you feel so good. so tight./

/shouta... deeper, please./

izuku paled at the sound of his own voice.

/you like that?/

/yes, yes, please, shouta.../

"you're needy, aren't you?" the blond snorted. "it's making me hard."

reaching for izuku's hand, he placed on his crotch as izuku quickly pulled his hand away feeling the guy's dick straining against his pants.

the blond laughed.

"please stop," izuku's voice quiver.

/izuku... izuku... fuck, izuku/

"we're getting to the best part though."

"please, please stop," izuku begged.

/shou—/

the blond pressed something on his phone and the recording stopped. he clicked his tongue, "and that's my favorite part./

"h-how did..." izuku was shaking. "whi are you?"

the other guy let out a chuckle, "now t
you asked."

he added, "it took you a while to ask." the car then turned to the entrance of the basement parking lot. izuku stared at the condominium building where he lived. he really knew where he lived.

they then parked as the blond climbed out of the car while izuku was frozen.

he was snapped back to reality when the door on his side was opened. the blond removed his seatbelt and offered his hand. "you can call me katsuki, deku."

izuku stared at the hand offered before him. feeling the back of his throat burn, he reached for katsuki's hand.

katsuki smiled as he helped izuku out of the car, closing the door. he then slipped his fingers between the gaps of izuku's fingers, holding him tight as they walked to the elevator.

if katsuki wasn't holding him, izuku was sure he would have fallen on the ground.

when they got in the elevator, katsuki punched for izuku's floor button. izuku doesn't even have the strength to ask how he knew that.

if the guy had that /recording/, knowing his floor and unit number was nothing.

they walked to the corner unit, katsuki gestured to the door.

izuku weakly pressed the code on his door but his nerves kept making him punch the wrong code.

katsuki stood behind izuku, guiding his hand. "what are you doing?" izuku could feel his body pressed against his own. it's 118715." he said as he guided izuku to press the numbers.

the door beeped, clicking open. "it's director aizawa and your birthday." katsuki pushed the door open as the lights automatically turned on. "a little cheesy, isn't it?" he chuckled. "let's get inside, deku."

izuku allowed katsuki to pull him inside his house.

"not bad," katsuki commented, looking all over the huge corner unit. it was a loft type condominium and it was spacious. it was something izuku knew he couldn't afford with his current salary. "i got to say, director aizawa does have some good taste."

katsuki turned to him, "it's a little small, if it were me, i'll give you a damn penthouse." he walked closer to izuku, he gently tucked izuku's hair behind his ear. "you deserve that much, deku." izuku felt his other hand on the back of his head.

leaning down, katsuki trailed butterfly kisses on izuku's cheek and jaw line. "i heard school fees are expensive nowadays."

izuku flinched at his words. he felt katsuki's hand sliding off his coat as it pooled on the floor. izuku could feel the all the air leaving his lungs.

katsuki pulled away, smiling, "one of the many reasons why i am not having a kid." he leaned, giving izuku quick pecks on his lips. "well, unless you wanted one, i'll think about it, deku."

not really wanting to hear more bullshit from katsuki, izuku pulled katsuki on a kiss.

the blond eagerly responded. just like that izuku found himself kissing katsuki so intensely. his mouth was invaded by the guy's skillful tongue making him moan at his every move.

fuck, izuku could feel his knees weakening. he told himself he won't get sweep away but —

— jesus, the way katsuki was kissing him was simply mind numbing.

katsuki lifted him and izuku was quick to wrap his legs around his waste.

"this was so much better than what i imagined," katsuki smirked against izuku's lips before kissing him deeper.

katsuki laid him down the huge sofa as he yanked hid shirt off, the buttons flying everywhere.

"fuck," he ground against izuku, kissing him again. izuku couldn't help but let his lust filled mind take control as he held unto katsuki, nails digging on katsuki's flesh.

he wad pulling him closer in a desperate attempt to kiss him deeper to press their skin together.

katsuki started kissing every inch of him. he was sucking, kissing, licking and biting like a man that was starved all his life. he held izuku as if he har always longed to do so.

as katsuki was sucking and biting his inner thighs, izuku choked on a sob that katsuki pulled away and looked at his tear stricken face.

"crying won't make me stop, deku," katsuki kissed his tears away.

"i know it's wrong," izuku hiccuped. "but i love him..."

katsuki pulled the pants completely off izuku, he then lifted him and climbed to the bedroom. he placed izuku down the queen size bed.

"whether you love him or not, what's wrong is wrong," katsuki removed his shirt off. and izuku was right, his body was just so define.

it was like it was carefully crafted by a skilled artist.

"deku, he's married," katsuki licked his tears. "he has kids." izuku sobbed. "do you really think he'll divorce his wife and leave his kids for you?"

"i never asked him to do that," izuku defended.

katsuki trailed open mouth kisses on his body. he took his nipple inside his mouth, sucking it in as izuku's back arched.

"i-i am okay with what we have..." izuku breathlessly added.

"how long are you going to be okay with this arrangement?" katsuki flicked his tongue against —

— his hard nipple while pinching the other between his fingers.

izuku let out a moan. slowly, his mind was starting to muddle with every touch and move katsuki made.

pulling his ass up, katsuki started to eat him much to izuku's surprise. he tried to make him stop only —

— for all his words to turn into a blabbering mess as katsuki manage to turn his brain into a goo with his skills.

the blond guided izuku's hand to part his cheeks. "come on, open yourself up for me." izuku followed his words as the blond aligned his throbbing dick on his hole.

the size of it set all the alarms in izuku's brain.

"it won't fit," izuku weakly protested.

"shh, open yourself up for me," katsuki pressed the tip against izuku's clenching hole. "i know you'll be able to take me whole, baby."

"it won't fit," izuku repeatedly said.

"remember to breathe, baby," katsuki licked his lips as he pushed inside. izuku could feel all the air leaving his lungs. he was being stretched wide. his stomach felt suddenly full.

oh god, he's big, he couldn't breathe.

"fuck, see, i told you, you can do it."

izuku tried to push katsuki away, he tried to tell him he was too big, he felt too full but katsuki kept coaxing him. telling him he was doing a good job taking all of him in.

as soon as katsuki determined it was okay to move, he began with slow shallow thrusts.

he was quick to pick the rhythm, thrusting deep into izuku and hitting all the right spots.

izuku's vision was filled with white as soon as he felt himself tipped over the edge spilling hot cum against his own stomach.

katsuki scooped his release with a finger.

izuku couldn't stop crying from pleasure and pain. nothing but moans left his lips.

"you look so beautiful when you come," katsuki pressed his hand on izuku's stomach, increasing the pace of his thrust.

"izuku," he called his name as glassy green eyes looked back at him.

"you are not aizawa shouta's lover," katsuki slammed deep. leaning down, he kissed izuku which the latter welcomed. "you will never be his lover. to him, you are just his little dirty secret."

izuku choked on a sob. katsuki was fucking him harder. rougher.

"someone he turned to whenever he was bored of playing his perfect image," katsuki grunted as he fucked him deeper. izuku let out a cry, desperately clinging through the sheets.

and it felt finally real. he was really fucking some stranger named katsuki against his bed.

in a place that his lover got for him.

it was just last week when shouta and him were /making love/ in the same bed and now he's getting roughly railed against the same bed by someone else.

"you are just an entertainment in his little perfect boring life."

izuku found himself coming again. his hot release flooding his stomach.

"and the moment he had enough, he'll set you aside to find a brand new shiny toy," katsuki looked down on him with a cruel smile.

izuku sobbed, turning away. his tears kept flowing.

he knew.

katsuki doesn't need to tell him those things because he knew them from the start.

he tried not to get attached. he was determined to not be in a relationship but like an idiot, he fell in love.

izuku let out a loud moan as he felt katsuki hit his deepest part.

at some point, all of his logic flew out of the window. izuku couldn't think or feel anything but katsuki. all he could focus on was the feeling of katsuki rearranging his guts and shaping him his liking.

he doesn't even know how many times he came or how many times they did it.

izuku knew he passed out and he woke up at some point with katsuki scooping his own cum out of him.

he knew katsuki wiped him clean and slept next to him but when he woke up in the morning, the guy was gone and he only left a breakfast he prepared on the dining table.

he didn't eat the food and just went straight to take a shower. when he saw all the marks katsuki left in his body, izuku broke down into tears.

as if it was not enough that he was aizawa shouta's little mistress, he also had the nerve to bring a stranger home.

he allowed himself to cry before he began showering and preparing for work.

izuku was buttoning his shirt when his phone rang. he stared at the black heart emoji on the screen. as he stared for two long, the call went missed.

his phone rang again, this time he answered.

"my love," shouta's voice filled his ear.

"hey," he weakly replied.

"you don't sound well..." izuku felt guilt gripping his skin. "are you okay, izuku?"

"i'm fine," izuku replied. "just tired."

"are you sure? do you need to take a break? maybe you should file a sick leave."

izuku shook his head, "i'm okay. i am preparing to go to work."

shouta let out a sigh, "i'll call you a cab."

"no need."

"please, i don't want you to ride the train when you don't seem to be feeling well."

"shouta..."

"izuku, just listen to me, okay? please?"

he can feel the corner of his eyes stung. the guilt sat at the back of his throat. burning.

"i love you," izuku almost choked.

"i love you so much more, izuku," he could hear the sincerity in shouta's voice. "i know our situation is not ideal but i really love you."

"i know"

"just be patient, okay?" shouta's voice was gentle.

"hmm."

"it will get better, i promise."

"thanks, shouta."

aizawa sighed, "i miss you so much." a pause. "i want to kiss and hold you, my love."

izuku felt his tears on his cheek. "me too."

another sigh, "i got to go."

"okay..." izuku wiped his tears as he weakly sat on the edge of the bed. god, he could still smell lingering scent of katsuki's perfume.

"i'll see you in the office?"

"okay."

"i'll message you when the cab is there. i love you, izuku."

"me too, shouta."

the call ended.

izuku took a deep breath, putting his phone down. suddenly he thought of katsuki and the photo and recording.

he wondered if he deleted them but then he was unsure whether katsuki was /satisfied/ last night.

he buried his face over his palms. that guy was dangerous.

not only does he knew about his relationship with shouta but somehow he also knew where he live and even his passcode.

he hoped and prayed to heavens that he's satisfied and leave him alone even when he knew katsuki was most likely won't leave him alone.

izuku wanted nothing but to lie down at home but when the cab stopped in front of their huge office building, izuku was only able to take a deep breath and pull himself together.

maybe he should have listened to shouta to file a sick leave.

when he got into the lobby, he was surprised with the amount of people on the lobby. it seemed like something big was happening.

"izuku!" ochako called, waving her arm. "over here."

izuku was quick to go to here. "what's going on?"

"the ceo is back," ochako replied.

their ceo was infamous for having to go on a leave for over 2 years. on how that worked, izuku doesn't even know. all he knew was the guy got in some sort of accident or something and he had to be in leave.

"is that why everyone is here?"

"yeah, sort off."

"are we required to be here?"

"not really?"

"well, i'll go to my desk, i am not feeling the well, i'm sure the ceo won't bother with a regular employee like me," izuku said and ochako chuckled.

"alright, i'll tell you everything later!"

but before izuku could leave, —

— the directors came in seemingly following someone. his eyes automatically went to shouta who was standing and talking to someone.

"oh my god," ochako gasped next to him. "doesn't he look too young to be a ceo?"

izuku's eyes went to the man walking next to shouta.

his eyes widened as his heart dropped in his stomach at the sight of katsuki in an expensive tailored suit. he stood surrounded with confidence and authority.

everyone around him started bowing to greet him.

"he looks so handsome!" ochako squealed silently next to him.

izuku was pale as he felt everything spiralled. he could feel that he was about to faint. his mind was running a mile a minute. all kinds of thoughts and scenario ran through his head.

the jerk who has a photo and recording of his and shouta's affair and the man he slept with —

— last night turned out to be their ceo.

izuku wanted to quickly leave the place but he couldn't even move. he couldn't take his eyes away from shouta and katsuki who seemed to be talking about something.

"you," suddenly katsuki was pointing at him. all eyes darted to izuku.

shouta was visibly surprised.

"come over here," katsuki added, pocketing both his hands.

ochako had to nudge him to snap him back to reality. izuku forced himself to walk towards them. the moment he reached them, izuku bowed down and greeted them with a stutter.

"what's your name?" katsuki asked but the look on his face was pure amusement.

"midoriya i-izuku, sir."

"well, midoriya izuku," katsuki smiled. "you'll be my secretary starting today, let's go." he was quick to turned and dart to the elevators leaving no room for protest.

izuku had no choice but to follow the guy even when he was confused and despite all the surprised look darted towards him, them.

he followed katsuki to the elevator exlusive for the higher ups. katsuki pressed for the 35th floor.

the silence between them was heavy.

when they got off the 35th floor, they were welcomed by the other secretaries.

"he's my new secretary," katsuki simply stated. "don't disturb us." he walked to the office and izuku followed.

the moment the door closed, katsuki pressed him against it, kissing him.

"s-sir," izuku tried to push him away.

"shut up," katsuki replied, kissing him deeper, his knees pressing against izuku's crotch. it was fucked up when i, izuku thought of how he was suddenly hard.

"fuck," katsuki pressed izuku's lower lips with his thumb.

"i can't get enough of you," katsuki whispered kissing him again. he pulled izuku and somehow they managed to make it to his desk while their lips never left each other.

katsuki pushed him down against the wooden desk. lips kissing on his neck, while he unbutton izuku's shirt.

"s-sir, wait," izuku tried to stop him. katsuki ignored him as he loosen his tie, throwing it on the floor.

izuku bit his lips hard as soon as he felt katsuki suck on his nipple while he unbuckle his belt.

"k-katsuki," izuku gritted.

"shh, i got you, baby."

"please," izuku doesn't even know what he was asking for. somehow he wanted him to stop but at the same time his body burned of the memory of katsuki last night.

katsuki took both their throbbing dick in his hand, rubbing them together.

"shit," the friction created delicious —

— sensations that made izuku forgot where he was, who he was with, and how he was not suppose to do that.

"open your mouth," katsuki whispered, biting the shell of his ear. izuku somehow followed, letting katsuki kiss him. and the blond did.

he kissed him so intensely that his knees grew weak.

"ahhh, ka-katsuki," izuku groaned as he could feel the heating sensation in his groin. he's close. god, he's so close.

"come, baby," katsuki urged and just like that izuku let himself go, coming so hard in katsuki's hand.

izuku just lied there, blown away. his vision was still filled with stars, his breathing ragged while katsuki shower him with quick kisses all over.

he snapped back to reality when he heard a knock on the door.

"sir, director aizawa shouta is here."

izuku panicked.

"give me five minutes," katsuki calmly replied as he wiped himself off using tissues. he also wiped izuku off who was quickly trying to put his clothes back together and look decent but he his hands were shaking too much.

katsuki calmly helped him with his pants and shirt.

picking up, izuku's tie on the floor, he called for his other secretary, "let him in."

izuku froze on his spot as katsuki just put the tie on him. the door opened and shouta was surprised seeing izuku stood while katsuki was putting his tie on him.

"see? it's fucking easy, i don't know why you can't tie it properly," katsuki fixed the tie, pressing his hands on izuku's suit, flattening it. "looks, fucking better."

izuku could feel his hands shake.

what was he thinking?

he knew he already made a mistake last night —

— and there he was repeating the same damn thing.

how in the world would he be able to face shouta?

"t-thank you, sir," izuku forced a respond out. he mechanically turned to shouta and bowed down, "director aizawa."

shouta only nodded. his eyes scanned izuku from head to toe

katsuki walked to the couch, settling down. "deku, can you get us something to drink? i'll have a coffee. how about you, director aizawa?"

"just water," shouta replied, eyes still on izuku.

"please have a seat," katsuki gestured to the seat opposite him.

izuku bowed down and quickly left the office while shouta took the seat opposite katsuki.

"what can i help you with?" katsuki asked, relaxing against his seat.

"i thought you might need help since you just return."

"that's considerate of you," katsuki snorted.

"i didn't expect you to suddenly promote someone to be your secretary..." shouta said.

of course, katsuki thought. this was the real reason why aizawa shouta was in his office.

katsuki only shrugged.

"any reason for that?"

katsuki smirked. "well, he's cute."

"cute secretary motivates you to work," he added, enjoying how shouta was trying to keep his face straight.

izuku knocked on the door, bringing a tray with him and placing the drinks down.

katsuki patted the space next to him, "sit down, deku."

"sir," shouta said.

"i am not doing anything, i am just asking him to sit down," katsuki smiled. he turned to izuku. "it's okay, right?"

knowing what katsuki has, izuku nodded. he replied with a quiet, "it's okay." and sat down next to katsuki.

the blond kept his eyes on izuku.

he turned to shouta, "adorable, right?"

shouta didn't reply on that instead he turned to meet katsuki's eyes, "i can suggest you other secretaries with years of experience that will definitely do great in their job."

"you don't think deku will do a great job?"

"i believe mr. midoriya has a different field of expertise."

what a boring answer, katsuki thought.

"i think deku will do okay, right, deku?" he turned to izuku with an overly friendly smile.

"i..." izuku glanced at shouta. "i will do my best, sir."

katsuki turned to shouta, "see? deku's okay." he placed a hand on izuku's thigh. he turned to his new secretary, "don't worry, deku, this may be sudden but i'll make sure you are well compensated."

"t-thank you, sir." izuku prayed to heavens for katsuki to remove his hand.

katsuki turned back to the director in front of them who's eyes were on the hand of katsuki on izuku's thigh.

katsuki wondered how hard should he push him.

"by the way, how's kiyoko?" izuku flinched at that question. "everyone is wondering if there's a third child on the way."

"she's doing well, she recently got into ceramics and is taking some classes," shouta reached for his glass of water. "and no, we don't have any plans for a third child."

"that's too bad," katsuki kept his smile. "your kids are adorable. you need to have more."

katsuki continued. "speaking, how are the kids?"

"they're doing well. they're growing a little too fast," shouta took a small sip from his glass not noticing how tight he's gripping it.

"that's good to hear, bring them here next time, i'm sure it will be fun," katsuki replied.

the blond then turned to izuku, "my secretary would be willing to baby sit them, right, deku?"

izuku could feel himself shake a bit. the guilt was eating him alive. he knew he was wrong. katsuki also knew it but he was making him face the truth he had been ignoring.

it was cruel. katsuki was truly a jerk but then he also knew he had no right to complain about it.

izuku pulled a smile, directed it to shouta, "i would love to babysit them, director."

shouta placed down the glass, "i don't want them to cause some problems..."

"don't worry, deku," katsuki quickly spoke. "director aizawa's kids are smart, adorable and well behaved. you won't have a hard time."

he's cruel, izuku thought seeing how katsuki's eyes lit up with malicious delight.

"that's good to hear," izuku turned to shouta.

"please bring them here next time, director."

shouta forced a small smile out, "i'll see what i can do."

"how about you, deku?" katsuki quickly jumped to another topic. "any girlfriends or boyfriends?"

izuku wanted to stand up and punch katsuki.

"i..." izuku swallowed down.

"don't hold back for us," katsuki chuckled.

"i'm seeing someone," izuku looked down.

"and here i thought i have a chance," katsuki smiled. he could see how delighted shouta looked. he tried to hide it but it bled on his face. "guess, i'll just have to steal you away."

shouta's face fell, his eyes met katsuki who smirked at him knowingly. "i'll steal you away and never let you go," he squeezed izuku's thigh. "after all, your boyfriend is..." a pause. "a married man."

izuku stood up from his seat. katsuki looked up to him, "you okay, deku?"

izuku thought of all the things he wanted to yell at katsuki. he wanted to punch him in the face. he wanted to scream but nothing made out of him except for a soft, "i have to go to the restroom."

"okay," katsuki simply smile as izuku quickly left the room. almost running out.

"you are teasing your new secretary too much," shouta's voice was tight.

katsuki shrugged. "he'll be fine, he knew that i was just joking."

shouta stood up, "you are crossing the line, katsuki." he never saw shouta this dead serious. katsuki found it appalling and amusing.

katsuki stood up and walked to his desk. he leaned against the huge wooden table. minutes ago, izuku was against that table falling apart in his hands.

"i've crossed the line a long time ago," katsuki turned to shouta with a serious expression. "you seem to care about —

— my secretary a lot."

"i just don't want you to treat people like that," the older guy replied. "you know better than that." he fixed his coat.

"do i?" katsuki mused. "even if i know better doesn't mean, i will do uphold it. you know that more than anyone else, director."

shouta only looked at him before turning to look at his wrist watch. "let's catch up some other time." he said his farewell and left.

katsuki only let out a laugh, shaking his head a little. aizawa shouta had always been smart, he wondered how much has he caught on.

it's not that he hated aizawa shouta, the guy also didn't do anything to him. if he was more honest, he actually helped him but there was just something infinitely fascinating to see a supposedly perfect man desperately hide his dirty laundry.

the moment he found out about —

— izuku's existence, katsuki was intrigued. he wanted to know who was this midoriya izuku and why in the world was aizawa shouta all over him enough to risk his reputation. enough to hurt the woman he claimed he loved with all his heart. enough to betray his own kids.

katsuki stared at the blue sky perfectly framed in his glass walls.

before he knew it, he started to get too heavily invested in midoriya izuku. too curious. and one day, that curiosity could no longer be satiated by observing from afar.

was he wrong for meddling?

he doesn't think he was. if anything, he was actually saving izuku from the heartbreak. he was saving kiyoko and their kids. he was reminding director aizawa shouta that he was already married and he was no longer young to play around like a foolish boy.

if anything, katsuki was doing god's work.

he was helping everyone and by doing something like this the only reward he wanted was izuku.

katsuki only wanted a little taste and now that he had known every inch of izuku, he wanted all of him.

and he wanted him all for himself.

•

•

•

izuku splashed his face with water for the third time. he doesn't know what's going on anymore. he doesn't know how he ended up in this situation.

tears kept falling down his cheeks. he had no right to be hurt. he had no right to cry but he couldn't help it.

hearing shouta talk about his wife and his children was something he tried to avoid at all cost.

because it reminded him how wrong his relationship with shouta was and how wrong the love he has for him was.

izuku slapped both his cheeks. "get it together."

the door of the restroom opened. izuku eyed shouta's reflection on the mirror as he closed the door and locked it.

"izuku," his boyfriend called.

"sh—director..."

shouta moved closer to him, cupping his wet face. "don't call me that."

izuku gently pushed his hand away.

"we're at the office."

"i know," shouta cupped his face with both hands. "i'm so sorry." he didn't have to clarify what he was apologizing for. shouta knew how much izuku was not fond of talking about his wife and kids even if he heard them regularly from everyone.

"it's fine," izuku pushed his hand away. he turned to get some paper towel and wipe his face. "it's not like i can avoid it forever."

"izuku..."

izuku let out a bitter laugh, "at the end of the day, it's the truth, shouta, you are married, you have kids and i am your lover."

izuku turned to the director. "it's not like you'll get a divorce and be with me. we both know we're just together for a good time so you don't have to say sorry or feel bad."

shouta didn't say anything and simply pulled izuku on a hug. he rubbed izuku's back.

"don't worry, i'll convince the ceo to get a new secretary for now, just endure it, okay?"

izuku forced himself to nod, ignoring the fact the shouta didn't tell him that he'll divorce his wife. ignoring the fact that he silently acknowledge that there relationship could —

— only go that far and nothing more.

izuku could feel his heart shatter.

/you are just an entertainment in his perfect little boring life./

he gently pulled away from shouta, "i'll have to get back to work, i'll see you around, director." izuku refused to look at shouta.

darting to the door, izuku quickly left not wanting to give shouta a chance to say something.

he got back inside katsuki's office feeling numb.

"let me guess, he apologized," katsuki said as soon as the door closed. he has that smug look on his face.

"he told you he will make me look for a different secretary but he never told you that he will divorce his wife and be with you."

izuku couldn't even say anything as it was spot on.

katsuki let out a laugh. "deku, why are you so fucking sad? you know this already."

the ceo walked to him, he placed his hand at the back of his head, his fingers playing with his green curls. "you kept saying you don't want anything more but look how devastated you are."

katsuki wrapped his arm around his waist pulling him close.

"you wanted more."

katsuki leaned closer, he kissed izuku's temple, then his cheek, then his jaw line, and then his neck.

"you needed more."

he pulled away, their eyes met.

"but aizawa shouta won't give you what you need and want."

izuku felt like he was slowly falling apart.

and katsuki was picking him apart, piece by piece while enjoying the whole process.

"you know why?"

izuku just kept his eyes on katsuki.

"because you're nothing but a toy for him. something to pass time. a little thrill to get him excited."

izuku fought back his tears.

"you're wrong," he forced the words out. "he loves me! he just can't hurt his kids and i understand that! his kids needed a complete family."

katsuki laughed, he pulled izuku on a hug, patting his head like he was a kid. "izuku, come on, you are not that naive."

pulling away, katsuki cupped his face, "it's okay," he shushed him as izuku could feel another set of tears falling. "it's time to wake up from this dream."

"i... i don't know what to do," izuku finally admitted. "it hurts so much i feel like i am dying."

"you won't die."

"how can i let him go?" izuku sobbed. "i'd rather endure this than not be with him."

katsuki kissed the top of his head, "he did so well in making you believe you only have him huh. he did so well, isolating you from everyone else."

izuku didn't reply and only sobbed.

"stop crying," katsuki wiped his tears away. he kissed him gently. "i'll set you free."

izuku closed his eyes and responded to katsuki's kiss. it was softer and gentler than all the kiss they shared. it left izuku in dazed.

before he knew it he was in the car with katsuki.

he doesn't know where they were going but he couldn't careless. katsuki told him that he'll set him free and that's all he wanted.

katsuki took him to his house, a penthouse at one of the most expensive buildings in the city.

there katsuki savored every inch of him.

he kissed and worship every part of him and izuku enjoyed every second of it. he never felt like that. no one had ever held him like that.

katsuki held him like he had loved him all his life. izuku knew they just met each other and it was impossible but he embraced the thought.

he woke up alone in bed, the room painted in orange light of the setting sun. he could hear a voice filling the room.

pushing himself to sit up, izuku stared at the huge television in front of him playing some news.

"Director Aizawa Shouta of GZ Corp is caught in a scandal."

izuku stared at the screen as the reporter went on how the esteemed director was caught having an affair.

he gripped the sheets tightly as he watched numerous photos of him and shouta together. some were kissing others were they were walking and holding hands.

"according to sources, he was seeing midoriya izuku, an employee of gz corp for nearly a year now where he bought him a luxury apartment and multitude of other luxury items."

izuku could feel his throat tightened at his image on the news.

it's over, he thought.

the door of the room opened as katsuki entered with a tray of food in his hand.

he darted to the bed, sitting on the edge as he placed the tray on the side table. "how's your sleep?" he asked a hand cupping izuku's cheek.

izuku kept his eyes on the television.

"d-did you do this?" izuku weakly asked.

"no," katsuki replied. "if you think i am the only one who knew about this then you underestimated how many wanted director aizawa shouta to fall."

izuku turned to him.

"what?" katsuki raised an eyebrow.

"do you know how many directors kicked in the company, exposing their crimes?" katsuki asked. izuku knew some of them. "he's bound to have enemies from that. i wouldn't really gain anything from ruining him. it will only put me in disadvantage."

"disadvantage?"

"what else am i going to use to keep you with me, hmm?" katsuki moved closer to him. izuku blinked, thinking how much that actually made sense. katsuki held this thing against him yesterday like a gun. "i am actually pissed at the person who leaked this whole damn thing."

izuku doesn't even know what to say.

"but it's fine," katsuki dismissed. "you can try to run, i'll catch you no matter what." his hand then traced izuku's thigh down to his ankle. "and when i catch you... i'll just have to break your ankles then."

"you're insane," izuku said.

"i don't think i am," katsuki pulled his hand away and reached for the tray. "i just know what i wanted and how i'll keep them."

izuku refused to listen more to it especially when the report about shouta's wife came to the television. according to the report, shouta's wife was —

— beyond devastated.

izuku reached for his phone. he ignored the multitude of messages and missed call he received from a lot of people including shouta.

he began reading in the internet.

[ aizawa is trash but so is this midoriya izuku. he for sure knew he was married ]

[ what was he thinking ruining a whole family? this is why you avoid people like midoriya izuku ]

[ wow, there's plenty of people in the world and he really chose a married man. ]

[ he just ruined two kids life, how was he going to live with that ]

[ what an asshole. ]

katsuki snatched his phone away and scrolled through what he was reading, "this is the kind of person you avoid as your friend." katsuki read out loud.

"i'm 100% sure he was in it for the money, he got himself a good apartment as a lover lol," he continued to read.

"the apartment is not that good, it's nothing fantastic," katsuki commented.

he continued to scroll, "cheating is cheating. no reason could justify it. i don't care if he says he just fell in love, midoriya izuku should have known better."

izuku swallowed hard.

"there's no point reading through this," katsuki tossed the phone back in bed. "you already knew all of this."

"what was i thinking?" izuku looked down, he hugged his knees to his chest. katsuki looked at his naked figure, littered with marks he made. "i'm so stupid."

"it was indeed stupid," katsuki placed the tray back to the side table, he then got in bed and hugged izuku to him. "oj the plus side, you can be with direct—oh, he's no longer a director, he got kicked out—aizawa now if you wanted."

izuku didn't reply.

he only closed his eyes and relaxed against katsuki's hold.

"what should i do?" izuku sounded lost. everything collapsed in a snap.

"stay with me, just rest and let time take care of everything," katsuki replied, hand caressing izuku's back. "people will forget about it."

izuku just snuggled close to katsuki, seeking comfort from him and katsuki willingly gave what he needed.

for the next days, izuku tried to go back to his normal life however wherever he goes reporters follow him not only that people continue to harass him.

they would continue to call him name and give him disgusted look.

there was no other job willing to accept him. he couldn't get his own apartment. the harassment continued to the point that people started throwing things on him.

it got worst when kiyoko did an interview.

in the interview, she cried her heart out but what was worst, she pinned all the fault on izuku.

it only got worst when shouta released a statement and did an interview where he alluded that it was izuku who tempted him into the relationship and asked him for things.

all through out the ordeal, katsuki stayed with him. katsuki let him stay in his place, katsuki provided him with everything he needed.

there was one time where katsuki bathe him after people began throwing eggs on him.

katsuki stayed with him as he cried his heart out.

the blond also helped him forget everything that was going on. as izuku began to suffer from so much stress, he started to seek katsuki more. he wanted to always be with him, to always feel his touch, to feel his lips all over him and to just forget everything with him.

izuku continued to try to get back to his normal life however the more he tried the more difficult it became until one day he just gave up.

"you know i wouldn't mind if you rely on me more," katsuki whispered to him as they were sitting on the bathtub. "you can stay with me."

he kissed his shoulder lightly. "it would be my greatest fucking joy to take care of you."

"i..." izuku turned to him. "won't you feel burdened?"

"deku," he held his hand, kissing his knuckles. "you know i don't do shit i don't like."

"kacchan..."

"it's fine, i got you."

izuku snuggled close to him.

"so, stay with me okay?" katsuki whispered, holding him close. "i'll protect you from everything, from everyone."

izuku nodded, "okay." he closed his eyes. "you're the only one i have, you know."

"and that's fine, i'll be the only one you need."

"thank you for staying with me even after everything."

"you really underestimate how much i like you, you little shit," katsuki kissed the crook of his neck.

izuku just chuckled softly and just like that he fell asleep in the tub against katsuki.

katsuki kissed his head.

he held izuku's hand, taking in the moment.

in the coming days, izuku stopped trying to get back into his normal life and started to just accept his new life with katsuki. not only that he grew closer to him and started to open up a bit more much to katsuki's delight.

time passed quickly.

three months together, him and izuku officially became a couple although katsuki would always tease izuku how they have done absolutely everything before they even finally became a couple.

after a year, katsuki received a text message from shouta.

the guy asked him to meet somewhere. katsuki would much rather spend his time with izuku but decided to meet shouta anyway.

"let's get straight to the point," shouta told him as soon as they saw each other. "it was you. after tracing everything for a year, it was you."

"me?" katsuki has a smug look on his face. he wasn't even hiding anything rather he looked proud.

"you're the one who leaked everything to the press," shouta clenched his fists tight.

"it took you a whole fucking year to figure that out?" katsuki crossed his arms over his chest

"you're supposed to be smarter than that, director aizawa shouta," katsuki chortled.

"why... what did i ever do to you?" shouta's voice was almost trembling from anger.

"nothing," katsuki replied. "i just happened to really like something that you have so i took it."

shouta stood from his seat, grabbing katsuki by his collar. "since you have been a kid, you have been selfish like this."

katsuki just calmly pushed his hand away. "you act as if what you're doing is right. give me a break, old man."

the older guy weakly slumped back on his seat, "i was supposed to divorce kiyoko... i was supposed to be with izuku... i have all these plans for us..."

katsuki let out a snort, "oh, don't fucking worry, i know." the blond pushed himself to stand up.

shouta looked miserable.

after what happened, he stayed married to kiyoko who saved his image and allowed him to take his position back in gz corp.

"where did you think i got all those images and file?" katsuki smirked.

shouta's eyes widened.

"say hi to your wife for me." katsuki then left.

he left the guy devastated but katsuki didn't feel an ounce of guilt. it was not his fault. if aizawa shouta wanted izuku, he could have done everything just like what he did.

what's important was izuku was with him and no one will ever take him away from him.

// end

// an

as adults, we all agree this shit is toxic. kiyoko finding out shouta was divorcing her for izuku and started planning how to trap him with her is a mood.

i would trap shouta with me too.

nitro.