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Bakugou always felt that he was better than everyone. All that praise has definitely gone to his head when he was a child. He knows his. However, one person that always made him feel that he wasn't good enough was Deku, his boyfriend. It was their anniversary night. They've been together since they were 14, he was 20 now. That is almost 6 years of officially dating, and Bakugou hopes more years are to come. He dreams of marrying Deku one day, not today of course. They are still way too young...but one day.
Bakugou breathed a whimsical sigh as he closed the oven door. He set a timer for 45 minutes for the food that he prepared. It was a simple dinner, Roasted pork tenderloins with asparagus and potatoes. It was to be paired with a wine, but Bakugou hasn't decided on which bottle to grab. He stretched lightly before stepping away from the oven and starting heading into his bedroom. He had special plans tonight, mostly involved getting a well needed and deserved dicking down and indulging in a slight kink that both Deku and Bakugou liked.
Taking a quick shower, making sure he smelled fresh and stretched out wide enough for Deku to be able to slide right in. He shivered slightly as his fingers, slick with water and lube, grazed his prostate, and he was almost tempted to get himself off real quickly. He eased his fingers out and reached to grab the bejeweled buttplug from the side of the shower and put it in. Just because he stretched himself out, with four fingers because god damn was Deku huge, but he needed to stay stretched out. He hissed in pleasure as it was snuggled against his prostate just right. He already knew he was going to be sprouting at least a half semi all night. He stepped out of the shower to dry off and walked to his closet. He reached for a box that was hidden behind his clothes, out of sight so Deku couldn't find it and ruin the surprise.
Opening the top, the first thing that ran through his mind was, ‘Lacey.’
He softly pets the fabric in the box before holding it up and observing it. It was a lace one piece and Bakugou could not wait to put it on. So, with slow movements, Bakugou put on his ensemble and stood proudly in the full-length body mirror. The lingerie fit around his body beautifully. The style was a halter, deep v that stopped down to his navel. It had a thick ribbon that wrapped around under his pecs and another one around his waist, accentuating his already tiny waist. The front covered up his nipples, but pushed his chest together to create more of a cleavage. His half hard dick was fully covered by the lacy fabric as well, the inside of it was silky, so his dick would itch to hell and back. Bakugou turned around to observe what his back looked like. It was the backless save for where the ribbon wrapped around all of his body. The one wrapped around his waist held the fabric needed to cover his ass, which was barely covered at all. He knew that he was a little fuller (okay a lot fuller) then most guys, so the fabric only reached a little less then halfway of his asscheeks. Not that he was complaining, he felt that his ass was the best thing about him. But Deku loved his chest and arms more. So he made sure to never skimp out on either thing when he worked out sometimes.
He looked back into the box to see matching thigh high socks that he put on, encasing his milky eyes in sheer fabric. He knew he looked good, and he couldn't wait for Deku to see him like this. He was tempted to send a picture to Deku and have him hurry home, but he wanted it to be a complete surprise. He smirked and made his way to Deku’s closet to pull on a huge green sweater that Deku loved to see Bakugou in. Deku was bigger than him, so the sweater landed mid thigh, right above the socks, and extended over his hands creating ‘kitty paws’ that Bakugou had to roll up.
For the final touch, he put on some eyeliner, making a sharp wing and mascara. Both waterproof and some lip plumping lip-gloss, to make his lips poutier then usual. He added a red choker for good measure before heading back to the kitchen to check on the food.
By the time it hit 8 pm, Bakugou already had the food prepared on the table alongside a nice bottle of red wine and some water. He filled all the glasses up, also putting some candles on the table and dimming the lights to create a more romantic affect. Finally, he put some slow music he found online and sat at his end of the table to wait for Deku.
He looked at the time again; it was already 8:15. Deku should be here already so he decided to send a text asking where he was.
To:Deku <3
Where are you?
8:16
Bakugou huffed a sigh as he drank from his glass of wine. His right leg was resting underneath his left leg, causing it to swing back and forth from the ground.
To:Deku <3
Hello?
8:20
To: Deku <3
Are you alright? Please respond!
8:30
By this point, Bakugou was pretty worried. Usually Deku responded quickly unless he was out with friends, but he was supposed to be home so there was no way that he would be...right? It was their anniversary night, and he even made sure that his co-workers sent Deku home early today so that they had a lot of time to themselves tonight. Deku worked as a part-time librarian that was 20 minutes from the apartment that they currently lived in. Since today was a Friday, the library was open till midnight. Crazy hours but it was a college town and college students need a lot of time in the library. Bakugou would know.
He decided to call Deku, but all it was doing was ringing. Then he decided to text his coworker, Todoroki.
To:Half-Assed Bastard
Deku still at work?
8:50
To: Exploding Trash
No. We sent him home like you so ‘nicely,’ asked us to. But, he left at 7:30.
8:52
To:Half-Assed Bastard
Okay, thanks.
8:52
He put his phone down on the table as another message from Todoroki came through, asking why he wanted to know. But, Bakugou wasn’t computing anything in his brain right now. If Deku left at 7:30 he would have been here before 8 pm, he should be here already. But it's already an hour and a half, and Deku still wasn’t here. So where would he be.
To: Exploding Trash
Why are you asking? Is he not home?
9:00
To:Half-Assed Bastard
Nope. Can you try calling him?
9:05
Bakugou tried calling again after 10 times of him not picking up, making this the eleventh phone call that Deku has ignored from him.
Bakugou was pissed, and quite frankly a little hurt. This was their anniversary night and usually Deku was on time and attentive. But, Deku wasn’t here. Now that Bakugou thinks about it, Deku has been dismissive all day today. They both mumbled a happy anniversary to each other before getting ready and heading to class. Before they went their separate ways, Bakugou reminded Deku that he was cooking tonight, who then reminded him that he has work till midnight. To which Bakugou smirked and said ‘we will see’, and that was the last interaction they had all day today. There were small snippets of texting here and there but not nearly as excessive as they used to be.
Bakugou looked at the cold food that he prepared before sighing and getting up to put away. He wasn't hungry anymore so he put his food in the fridge while he put Deku’s in the microwave so it was easy to warm up.
He grabbed his glass of wine, finished it and then grabbed Deku’s to finish before just grabbing the whole bottle of wine with him to the living room. He turned off the music and turned the T.V to something to watch.
Before he knew it, he had been waking up to the sound of Deku walking into the apartment.
“Zuku?” He questioned quietly. Sitting up to stretch and look at Deku from the couch.
“Kacchan? Why are you sleeping out here?” Deku greeted back. He was toeing off his shoes and jacket that he wasn't wearing this morning, Bakugou vaguely remembered.
Bakugou hummed and rubbed his eye with a fist. “Waitin’ for you. Where were you?”He heard Deku sigh before he came to pick up Bakugou to take to their room.“I told you, I worked late today. They needed extra help sorting, so I stayed longer. Sorry Kacchan.”Bakugou put his head in Deku’s neck, sniffing slightly, he smelled like cherry blossoms. It smelled familiar but Bakugou couldn’t place it.
Bakugou hummed again. Wanting to tell Deku that he was supposed to be sent home early today, Todoroki said. But it flew out the window when he was placed in bed.
Bakugou woke up sore. He noticed that he was still dressed in the same clothes as last night, and Deku was sound asleep on his side, back facing towards Bakugou. He winced when he sat up, the plug still being inside Bakugou.
He walked into the bathroom, closing the door softly and looked at himself. His hair was a mess, eyeliner and mascara smudged, but only because he was sleeping. He took the choker off and saw that it left red markings on his neck from being a little tighter than normal. He slowly took Deku’s sweater off and laid it on the hook hanging from the door. That's when Deku decided to make his appearance.Bakugou trailed his eyes down Deku’s body. His green hair was more messy than usual, having just woken up and eyes were closed as a yawn took place. Freckles stretching across his cheeks, down his bare torso. He was only in dark sweatpants that rode low on his hips, showing off the v and the dark green happy trail that hidden what was supposed to be given to bakugou last night. Bakugou trailed his eyes back up to Deku’s face, as he took that moment to open his green eyes, and then widening them at what Bakugou was wearing.
“What’s this?” He breathed out.
“Your anniversary present, yesterday.”
“Yesterday? Our anniversary wasn’t yesterday.”
Bakugou fixed him a look. “Yes it was, February 2nd.”
Deku’s eyes went wider then they were before. “Oh, babe. I am so sorry! Work kept me super late!” His hands started moving in a frantic way.
“Whatever,” Bakugou grumbled. He didn’t have the energy to be mad that Deku forgot their anniversary or the fact that he lied to his face. He just slowly started to take his lingerie piece off. And as he bent down to take his socks off, Deku inhaled sharply. “Holy hell Kacchan.” He was confused for a minute before he felt one of Deku’s hands on his hips and the other spreading one cheek open.
“I’m sorry, babe. Let me make it up to you.”
“Wa-Ah!” Deku yanked the plug out to throw into the sink before he fell to his knees and inserted his tongue into his stretched out hole. Bakugou scrambled to hold onto the ledge of the sink as Deku thrusted his tongue in and out. Licking all round and even nipping at his sensitive ring.
“Can I fuck you, Kacchan?” Deku asked, pulling his mouth away from his entrance but replacing it by two fingers. Bakugou keened, arching his back as Deku’s fingers expertly found his prostate and started prodding at it. “YES! Please, Zuku. I need you.” He whined. Deku stood up to yank his dick from his sweatpants before shoving it in Bakugou’s awaiting hole, both hands on his hips.
Bakugou moaned loudly at the intrusion, this is what he wanted last night. He was still angry, but that wasn’t on his mind right now. Right now, his mind was reveling in the fact that Deku’s dick was able to reach all his good spots in him. It was a big dick, bigger than his own at 7 inches, pretty thick too, the stretched him so much better then his plug did.
“Fuck, Izuku!” He screamed as Deku slammed into his prostate with ferocity. “Harder! More! Ungh.” He whined. His vision was blurring, he knew he was close to finishing.
“Are you close baby?”
“YeeEES! Ohhh.” He gasped.
“Hold out for me, yeah? I’m almost there.”
“Fuck! Please, I can't.”
Deku growled before fucking into him faster. His fingers dug into his hips, and Bakugou knew he was going to have bruises for days there. His hands were slipping from their hold on the counter, pushing his face closer to the countertop. His back was arched, angling his hips to meet Deku’s thrusts. Deku released one of his hands on his hips to wrap around his waist and grab Bakugou's dick to jerk him in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck, fuck!”
“Come for me, Baby!” Deku whispered in his ear.
Bakugou released a high-pitched moan. His muscles grew taught and back bowed. His toes curled and his vision blanked for a bit. He still felt Deku pounding into him. “Fuck!” He yelled as he came. He coated Deku’s hand as well as the sink cabinets and he squeezed onto Deku tightly, feeling his hips stutter as warm liquid filled inside of him. Daku continued to rut his hips into Bakugou before slowing down and stopping.
Bakugou's side of his face was smashed onto the counter, arms above his head as he had given up on holding onto the ledge. His legs were shaking, the only thing keeping him was Deku’s hands on his hips and dick up his ass.
“Fuck, Kacchan.” Deku groaned, slowly sliding out. Making sure to keep steady hands on Bakugou to keep him from falling. He sat him on the toilet before starting a shower for the both of them.
After the shower, Deku put him in some underwear and another of his sweaters before placing him back in bed. “Sorry, Kacchan! Ochako asked me to help her with math, so i’ll be out for a few hours.” Deku kissed his forehead. Bakugou hummed, eyes blairley looking at him as he changed into some black joggers and a regular white T-shirt that said ‘T-shirt’ on it. Bakugou rolled his eyes before closing them again.
“Love you, Kacchan!” Deku said, leaving the bedroom.
“L’ve you.” He mumbled back, knowing Deku already left the house.
Bakugou awoke a few hours later and grabbed his phone to check the time. 10 am . It blinked at him. He realized he had three messages from Todoroki.
It was then that he remembered that Todoroki texted him back last night.
To: Exploding Trash
He said he was with you?
9:15
To: Exploding Trash
Bakugou?
9:16
To: Exploding Trash
Katsuki?
9:17