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Meetings Are Distracting

CEO!BKG AND ASSISTANT!KIRI 
HIGHKEY kinky um
NSFW warning
ftm Kirishima (Kirishima w a pussay)
heavy degrading, teasing, praising, begging, dirty talk, eating pussy, kissing obvi, raw sex, spanking, femboy, fingerfucking, cock prepping(?), hair pulling, marking, possessiveness, scratching

They're secretly dating. They sneak in kisses and make out in Katsuki's office when he has just the tiniest break. When his lunch break comes around, they're animals in fucking heat. 

Recently, they've both been busy with an upcoming meeting he has with other CEOs and possible partners that have them both occupied. The meeting day comes, and Katsuki and Eijiro have a break, maybe around ten to fifteen minutes. They're in his office, going over everything. Eventually, Eijirou puts down his clipboard and looks up at his boyfriend, who's staring at his screen. With a sweet smile, he walks over to him and drapes his arms over his shoulder from behind. 

A few minutes later, convinced that they'll have enough time, lips are locked, and Eijiro is being pushed up against his desk, but just seconds after, Katsuki is beeped, and his presence is requested. At first, they ignore it, but he's beeped thrice more. He groans and presses the button on the machine, where they tell him there's a problem with the copying machine and they can't print out the necessary copies of the files for the meeting. 

He panics and tells Eijiro he has to get this sorted out, and they'll finish this later. Eijiro tries to convince him to let somebody else deal with it, but Katsuki dismisses him with a click of his tongue, leaving him hot and bothered and excruciatingly soaked.

Later in the meeting, Eijiro is annoyed by everything. Even when somebody hits on him, he snaps at them and tells them to flirt with somebody else. All he wants is Katsuki—only Katsuki. Now that they were interacting with everyone, sharing ideas individually, he thought Katsuki would've taken him somewhere private and sorted this out. Still, the ash-blonde wouldn't even give him the time of day, angering Eijiro even more.

When he sees his secret lover leaving and walking over to somebody else, he goes to him before he can make it there.

He tugs on the hem of his suit jacket, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Babe. Babe, can we finish what we started? Everybody's busy, come on... I want you so bad, please." Katsuki looks away, shaking his head no. The redhead pouts and whines. "Sir, please. I want you to fuck me, please.." He leans into his vision, catching his eye.

Katsuki scowls and glares at him, nudging him away and dismissing the whine that escapes him. "No is no, Eijiro. Later." They finally approach a rather tall, purple-haired male, and Katsuki strikes up a conversation with him, plastering on that dazzling smile and cocky personality that charms everybody—ignoring Eijiro entirely.

The redhead couldn't help but feel invisible and angry. He didn't understand. They had more time than before; if he issued a break, they'd have at least 45 minutes. It also didn't make sense why he kept dismissing and ignoring him.

Gritting his teeth, he tugs on his sleeve jacket harshly. "The least you can do is stop pretending I don't exist," he said, voice low. That stops the ash-blonde mid-sentence and catches the third party's attention.

"Is there something wrong?"

Katsuki shakes his head, laughing it off and shrugging off Eijiro's touch. "Of course not. Although it seems something's come up. Give me a minute, will you?" The purple-haired man smiles gently and nods. Katsuki grabs Eijiro's wrist and drags him into the next empty room, his face stoic and plain.

Eijiro's heart's pounding as he's shoved against the wall, a hand on his throat. Oh, god, oh, oh god- But then he makes eye contact with Katsuki's eyes and freezes. He's angry. No, he was pissed.