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“How in the fuck is your cooking supposed to be a gift, dumbass?” Bakugou says irritably, watching his partner scroll through the various recipes online. Denki’s lip turns into a smile, his golden eyes shining with excitement as he turns to face his boyfriend, pointing out the stock-photo of the red velvet cake he’d be attempting to make tomorrow.
“You’ve never tried one,” he says. He sounds almost delighted, wriggling in his seat like an excited puppy, “You haven’t, have you, Katsuki?”
“No,” the erratic blonde bites out, “so what?”
Denki all but bounces onto his feet in excitement, leaning over the counter and shoving the laptop closer to Bakugou, practically shoving the decadent looking cake into his face, “so you don’t understand how good it can be, how creamy and sweet and chocolatey, but it’s like…. Look, I’ve made it before, I mean, my mum helped, but it’s, it’s, it’s just- words fail me, man.”
Bakugou snorts derisively, “sounds like a crock of shit that can’t be worth the fucking calories to me.”
Denki sticks his tongue out at the other man, ruffling his own shock of blonde hair and flashing a wide grin, “well, I’m making one. If you’re as manly as you say you are… maybe, you’ll try it. Hell, you can put me on your lap and fuck me while I feed it to you if it’s the only way I can get you to try some, get all the buttercream everywhere, and not just the cake’s! I bet you’d love it, Katsuki. Two of your favourite things combined, and, excuse me, grumpy, it’s totally worth the calories, please and thank you.”
He breathes unevenly, excited just by the prospect. His golden orbs meet crimson, and he nearly moans. His cock throbs in his pants and he runs his palm over his groin invitingly.
“Tch. Shut up and get the ingredients ordered then. S’not like I can control what you can and can’t cook, just clean up the damn mess you’ll make in the kitchen and try not to set anything on fire,” the blonde growls, stalking towards the taller, lithe male with a predatory, knowing glare in his eye as his irises dip low, catching the firm outline of Denki’s cock straining under his pants.
“Katsuki,” Denki purrs, looking flushed, pressing his thighs together needily, “please?”
“Yeah, yeah,” his hand is already tugging his belt loose, his cock twitching to life. His zipper slides down and he yanks the waist band beneath his cock, stroking it to full mast before smirking and gesturing to Denki, “bon appetite, brat.”
Giving a delighted crow, the electric hero shoves his laptop to one side, the purchase going through, and drops off the chair down to his knees, leaning up and lapping his tongue across the explosive hero’s balls, nose brushing up against the underbelly of Bakugou’s cock as he opens his mouth wide and takes the balls inside, sucking his cheeks in, rhythmically massaging his tongue and inner cheeks around them. He releases them with a pop, extending his tongue out to stroke the angry, taut head of Bakugou’s cock, saliva dripping from the squishy sac.
He doesn’t miss the sharp gleam of his boyfriend’s pearly teeth, exposed in a smile caught between soft and smug, and it makes him all the more enthusiastic to please him.
“What, am I supposed to be donating the cream for tomorrow’s cake, idiot?” he gloats, a hand wrapping around the base of his cock while the other locks into the back of Denki’s hair, “I’m definitely gonna frost your face, Denki.”
The blonde looks delighted, eyes wide and saliva dripping down his chin as he begs, “please, Katsuki, please… I love being coated in your cum.”
“Tch. Suck it, bitch. I’ll finish on your face, that’s a promise.”
He leans up and catching the cock in his mouth, palms gripping the back of Bakugou’s jeans as he works the shaft eagerly.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Bakugou groans, his head rolling back, his shoulders cracking and releasing the tension, “better make this quick, Denki. I’ve got work to do.”
The blonde nods, his cheeks flushed pink. He swallows, sucking harder.
“Undo your pants idiot. You’re gonna take your sad little cock and jerk yourself off. Get any of your gunk on me and you’re in for it, you dirty slut.”
He whines, lightly dragging his teeth over the skin, his hands delving down to undo his pants as requested, taking out his own cock and pumping it eagerly, bright eyes glittering in anticipation.
“Daddy,” he moans, muffled, taking the cock in deeper, letting it hit the back of his throat repeatedly, almost gagging himself on the member as he tries to get it in deeper.
Bakugou’s animalistic growling fills the air as he jerks his hips rapidly, face-fucking the svelte male, “you better cum, you stupid sissy slut!”
There’s something about Bakugou’s special brand of degradation that makes Denki go weak at the knees. His hand grips a little tighter around his cock, running his palm faster as he feels himself get close, whimpering pleasurably as his eyes roll back and he shoots his load, white ropes of cum spattering the ground, and (not that Denki will tell him) Bakugou’s jeans.
Bakugou shoves the blonde’s head off his cock, his own hand working quickly as his balls tighten and he explodes onto Denki’s waiting face, cum dripping down in rivulets. The blonde flushes and gasps, moaning softly. With his hand still in the boy’s hair, Bakugou grabs his jaw and smears his cum across his face, watching the blonde squirm and rub his face with his fingers, sucking Bakugou’s cum from them with a deranged, blissful experience on his face.
“Good boy,” Bakugou groans, sniggering, shoving the small blonde’s head aside and stalking off, “I’ll see you tonight.”
THE NEXT DAY
BAKUGOU’S BIRTHDAY
Denki had been baking the entire day, and none of the damn cakes had come out looking remotely right, but… at least the last one wasn’t a sunken mess. He’d decorated it as best he could with buttercream, and it at least looked better. He’d seen that meme, the one where that lady bought a cake and tried to make it better, but only progressively made it worse, and, well, Denki really didn’t want to be that person.
He puts the cake on the side and goes into his kitchen draw, bringing out the birthday candles he’d diligently bought and sticking them into the cake, one candle at a time. A glance at the clock told him all he needed to know; Bakugou would be home very soon, and that meant that Denki had to get ready.
Now, it was true that Denki was joking when he said he’d happily feed his boyfriend cake while he rode his cock (unless), but he wasn’t entirely without wits. He’d seen Bakugou’s expression when he’d heard about it, and definitely realised how quickly it got his foodie boyfriend hard. It wouldn’t be like Denki not to go a few steps further than necessary, and it was with great smugness he’d realised he could actually go through it and please his boyfriend. Make it a very happy birthday indeed.
Jogging upstairs, he brought out Bakugou’s black apron with, ‘fuck the chef’ emblazoned in white font, with the explosion hero’s signature orange cross scratched on behind it, (seeing as he never actually seemed to use it, Denki doubted he’d care if they, ah, fucked it up) and stripped off his clothes, tying the apron around his waist. If he had his choice, he’d have gotten something short with a frill along the edge. Denki liked to look a little feminine during stuff like this, especially when Bakugou fucked him. There was something sexy about the debauchery of it all. He guessed Bakugou wasn’t wrong when he called him a sissy and a little bitch.
He darts downstairs, apron billowing, and turns out the kitchen light, listening to the front door being unlocked as he quickly lights the candles, swallows, inhales, and starts to sing, ‘happy birthday’ to his lover.
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Katsuki, happy birthday to youuuuuu.”
Bakugou kicks off his shoes, listening to his lover sing, and approaches, wiping soot off his cheek and grinning, his red eyes gleaming, “I should have known you wanted to follow up on the offer you made yesterday.”
Denki offers up the cake and Bakugou blows out the candles, demolishing the light before he goes to turn on the kitchen light. He drags out the large dining room chair and starts undoing his pants, spreading his thighs wide to show Denki the semi that was quickly blossoming into the full, generously sized cock Denki knows and loves.
“Come on, baby,” Bakugou smirks, pumping his cock slowly, the tip already growing flushed and hard and leaking pre-cum, “come give me a taste of that Birthday cake.”
Denki doesn’t need telling twice. He puts the plate down on the kitchen table and spreads his thighs, sitting on Bakugou’s lap.
The electric hero purrs with pleasure, rutting against Bakugou’s cock eagerly while Bakugou himself sucks his fingers lewdly before slipping his wet fingers down below Denki’s waist, slipping along the crease of his ass to the find the pucker and delve his fingers deep inside Denki.
He spreads his fingers lazily, stretching out his lover’s entrance while Denki shivers and whines quietly, his hands clasping the explosive hero’s shoulders as he shifts and rides Bakugou’s fingers down to the knuckle. Removing his fingers with a hot shlick noise, he grips Denki’s hips and angles him down onto his cock, giving a low please groan once his lover’s heat engulfs his member.
“Fuck, I need this,” he hisses, tugging Denki’s head back and pressing a kiss along his neck, untying the apron from around his neck and waist before he shoves it aside, letting it drop on the floor, barely sparing it a second glance in favour of greedily looking over Denki’s lithe body. Denki chuckles, closing his eyes for a moment at the sensation of his mouth.
“Silly little Pikachu,” Bakugou says, his tone momentarily soft. Denki smiles sweetly, stroking the other blonde’s spiky hair back from his face and looking into his crimson orbs. He speaks again, a little lower, but still with a soft edge, “I do love you, dumbass.”
“And I love you too, Katsuki. So much.” He presses a soft kiss on his forehead, “It’s your birthday, Katsuki. Let me take care of you for a change…” he persuades, starting to rise and fall in a slow, sticky rhythm while he starts adjusting to the size of his cock. He grunts, letting his head fall back and eyes close.
“Fine.”
Denki smiles sweetly, affection emanating from his very heart as he kisses the other blonde’s mouth, reaching over and tearing off a small hunch of cake, the buttercream slipping over his fingers as he brings it to Bakugou’s mouth. The man’s tongue peaks out, licking up the cake.
“Not bad,” he grumbles, lapping at Denki’s fingers.
Denki smiles broadly, “I know it looks like shit, but hey, at least it doesn’t taste like it.”
“Mind not talking ‘bout shit while I’m down to my dick’s base in your ass?” Bakugou huffs, though he makes a noise that could be called agreement all the same. Smirking, Denki grabs a bigger hunk, this time smearing it across the other man’s face, in a similar fashion that Bakugou tended to do with his cum across Denki’s. He leans in and kisses him, taking more control as he swipes the creamy filling and coats Bakugou’s tongue with it, moaning softly and rolling his hips.
“More,” Bakugou growls, hips bucking as his hands dig into Denki’s waist, giving his lover a dark, heated look. Denki smirks and digs his nails into his back, pumping himself on his cock, as though he was just a breathing sex toy.
“Yeah, yeah, relax,” Denki purrs, going back for a swipe of buttercream and letting it rest on his tongue. Bakugou extends his own tongue to lick the cream from Denki’s, swirling and dancing sensually, “fuck, eating cake this way is so much better.”
Bakugou grunts in agreement, arms wrapping around his waist as he relinquishes control bit by bit, licking and sucking the bits of cake greedily, “I like it, I’ll admit.”
“Thank you, Katsuki,” Denki murmurs, cupping the blonde’s face with his cake-free hand and kissing his cheek, his nose, his mouth… anywhere he could reach, really.
“No, brat,” Bakugou grumbles, “thank you. This is probably the best birthday I’ve had for a while, and it’s pretty much because of your ass.”
Denki chuckles, looking pleased with himself as he preens, glancing back over his shoulder to look at the swell of his ass for a moment before he returns his gaze centre and takes a long glance below instead, angling himself so he can see them intertwined and connected, “my ass is pretty fantastic. Now, more cake, because I’m dying to grab a giant piece and smash it into your mouth, and if we don’t run out of cake fast enough, I’m gonna have to do it.”
“Probably… cos…” he grunts, his brain stuttering as his cock responds to Denki’s deliberately clenching down on his cock.
“Cos?” Denki taunts, squeezing his cock a little harder with his core muscles.
“Cos… fuck, stop doing that-”
“This?”
The resulting snarl makes Denki want to laugh but instead he leans in and purrs next to Bakugou’s ear, “fine, fine, go on… tell me.”
“Cos you’re just to getting a thick load of cream smacked into your face,” he growls, catching Denki’s earlobe and biting down.
Denki groans, his eyes rolling back as he giggles breathlessly, “you know I love daddy’s cream, Katsuki.”
With that, he grabs a large bit of cake and smashes it at Bakugou, who grunts with surprise at the sudden action, his vocal snarls quickly cut off as Denki shoves them into a messy kiss, whining quietly as he bucks his hips.
Bakugou groans thickly, yanking the blonde’s hair and hissing “fuck, Denki, I’m done playing, I wanna fill your fucking guts, I wanna fucking breed my sissy slut-”
“Y-yeah, yeah, daddy,” he whines and chants, babbling his lover’s name as he draws close to his own oncoming orgasms. Determination wins out and he whines softly at Bakugou, “you cum first, birthday boy, I want to feel you explode inside of me and get your cum fucking everywhere.”
“Tch, fine, but I want to fuck you on this dirty fucking floor with your ass in the air, like the special slut you are, you got that?”
“Yes, yes, daddy,” the blonde mewls.
Bakugou lifts Denki up, groaning when the other man continues to try bounce on his cock. Denki whimpers, squirming, trying to get it back inside.
Bakugou finally sets the panting mess of a man down on his hands and knee, grabbing the pretty hips beneath his palms and immediately slamming his cock in, delving straight to the base of his cock and rocking them violently as he pounds the blonde into the ground, leaving a trail of scratch marks along his ribs. He grabs Denki by the throat, forcing him to arch his back.
“Oh fuck, fuck, that’s right, feel the size of daddy’s cock,” Bakugou grunts, the wet sounds of flesh on flesh loud in his ears, “happy fucking birthday to daddy, yeah… fuck, if I could get you pregnant and stuffed with my kids, I fucking would, I fucking wo-uld” his voice raises an octave as, voice tightening as his eyes roll back, and his hips shudder, slamming his cock in as deep as he can before he starts to spurt his cum inside.
Denki gasps and pants, rearing up from beneath him, shoving him back so Denki can sit on Bakugou’s deflating cock, his hand grabbing his cock as he moans, bouncing his hips in tangent, “fuck, fuck, right there, mmmmm-”
“Jesus fucking Christ, I just fucking came, stop crushing my damn cock, that fucking hurts, you dumbass fucking slut!” Bakugou wheezes, hissing in pain.
“You can take it, don’t be a big baby,” Denki snorts, torn between a giggle and a gasp as his belly knots up tightly, shaking off his lover’s complaints and releasing a choking noise before he cries out, tensing and wailing in pleasure as his own milk-white cum spatters over his thighs and the floor. He releases a low, happy sigh, staying on Bakugou’s cock as long as possible, enjoying the sensation of cum trickling from his used hole, half stunned with pleasure.
After a while, coming back to himself, Denki blinks and turns to look at him, “so, yeah… happy birthday.” He glances up at the table and smiles at him, sliding off his cock finally, “we still have some cake left, but I don’t recommend it until after we’ve cleaned up, and you washed your hands.”
“Tch.” Bakugou goes quiet for a moment, and then his head snaps to attention, fixing on him, “oh, and don’t think I didn’t notice you got cum on my pants yesterday, you brat… I found it while I was on a patrol and some civilian asked me if I had fucking hair gel on my pants. I’ll have to punish you for that later,” his smile grows all the wider, his eyes burning like fire, “it is my birthday, and we still have more than a few hours of it left, sweetheart. I intend to make full use of your silly little, ‘anything goes on birthdays’ rule. Hell, you might regret making it by the end.”
Denki grins widely in return, anticipation brewing as he considers all the things in their closet upstairs, picturing the shibari ropes, blind fold, and ball-gag, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Katsuki, and neither would you.”
He snorts, but smiles, “no. I wouldn’t.”