Another crashed bed and Bakugou just groaned. He was sick of this. At least this time the bed fully collapsed and they weren't rolling off the side (like last time). Laughter filled his bedroom as Midoriya wrapped his sweaty arms around him.

"Let's just get a really nice futon and forget the bed altogether," Midoriya breathed, kissing his forehead.

Bakugou had been insatiable lately. He didn't know what it was, but dammit, Midoriya brought out a side of him he didn't know he had. He had never been the type to cuddle in post sex bliss, or snuggle someone tightly as he slept. But he would find himself waking up in the morning with his arms possessively around Midoriya, and finding he quite liked it. The way Midoriya curled into his chest, relaxed against him, it just made him smile.

"So… Leadie says we have some gala to attend next week," Midoriya said, pushing him to his back and climbing onto his chest. His face was still flushed and his hair wilder than usual.

Bakugou grunted. "Just a damn wasted evening charming assholes that would rather see you fall."

"Kacchan! Not all heroes are like that!" Midoriya gasped.

"Maybe not for Japan's Sweetheart ," he teased, then watched as Midoriya rolled his eyes at him. Fuck that was cute!

Rolling Midoriya onto his back, he kissed him deeply, letting all those little moans and giggles sink into him. Sweaty arms wrapped around him as Midoriya squirmed underneath. They needed to soon get ready for their late afternoon patrol shift, and had spent all morning in bed. Both of their stomachs were growling- but neither cared. They had other things on their minds.

"Kacchan!" Midoriya gasped, his back arching and making his body press tighter against his. Kissing Midoriya's neck, there was a bright red spot turning purple. Favoring that spot more than he should, he started sucking there and the more he did- the more Midoriya squirmed and made those damn adorable noises.

"Going to fuck you so hard you'll walk with a limp," he growled.

"But I'm already limping!" Midoriya giggled.

"Good!"

Pressing Midoriya's legs back, Bakugou growled. He loved how damn flexible Midoriya was- he could practically bend him half. They both desperately needed a shower, but his cock was telling him it could wait. Midoriya moaned so sweetly as he plunged in, feeling the heat from his inner walls wrap around him.

"Hah!" he moaned, then set his legs on his shoulders, staring down at the half lidded eyes, and the way Midoriya bit his bottom lip.

Fuck! Why had he fought so long against all this? Midoriya had been such a wild cat in bed- he had never imagined this.

Grunting and thrusting, he felt his balls tightening as Midoriya stroked himself. Japan's Sweetheart was definitely not as sweet as everyone thought. If only they could see this side of him. That wanton side that was just yesterday on his knees in their hallway sucking him off. Or the other morning where he was bent over their kitchen table as Bakugou ate his ass out.

"Gonna… fuck the… sweetheart… hah! Fuck! Out of… you!" he gasped, slamming as hard as he could into Midoriya, the broken bed rattling as he gave everything he had into these thrusts. Midoriya was screaming out his name and he roared as he felt him release deep inside of him. "FUCK!" he yelled, letting go of Midoriya's legs and falling on top of him.

Both of them were catching their breath, his head buried into Midoriya's neck, his heart pounding in his chest as fingertips trailed up and down his sweaty back.

"Oh for fucks sake!" Leadie cried out, opening their bedroom door. "Don't you two have anything better to do?"

Bakugou yelled and Midoriya yelped. Grabbing a blanket, they threw it over themselves and scrambled up.

Leadie had her arms full of clothing and set them on the chair in the room.

"Seriously?! Another broken bed?!" Leadie cried out as she went to open the curtains and the window. "Fucking smells like a locker room in here!"

"What the hell are doing here?" Bakugou growled, "I'm taking my damn key back!"

"No you are not," Leadie said, "I've been calling you both for the past two hours! We have to get Izuku a decent tux for this gala."

"Oh right! Well I have a suit!" Midoriya chirped, smiling sweetly over at Leadie.

Leadie smiled at him, and ran a long finger down his cheek then pulled back and rubbed her hand on her skirt. "For crying out loud, Katsuki! Stop fouling up your husband and breaking beds!"

Midoriya giggled and Bakugou rolled his eyes.

"Honey, go shower, then I need to see if these fit or we need adjustments. And I'm sorry sweetie, but your suits are horrendous!" Leadie said, leaving the room. "Katsuki! Make yourself useful and come make some damn coffee!"

Midoriya giggled and Bakugou playfully punched his arm. "If only she knew what a damn cock slut you were," he growled.

Another precious giggle and Midoriya kissed his cheek. "But she wouldn't believe you!" Midoriya sang as he darted from the broken bed and rushed to the shower.

Bakugou sighed and grabbed his sleep pants to head out into the kitchen.

"I've already ordered a good sturdy futon for you two," Leadie said, leaning back against the kitchen counter- her arms crossed as her overly long fingers tapped impatiently at her arm.

Bakugou snorted and started to make some coffee.

"And don't make that weak shit Izuku makes!" she snarled.

"You're so damn nice to his face yet you bitch at me," he mumbled under his breath.

A smack at the back of his head and Leadie hissed at him. "You're damn lucky to have someone like him!"

Bakugou turned and faced her. "You think I don't know this?"

A satisfied smile on her face, and Leadie took a seat at the kitchen table. Grabbing an orange she started to peel it and gestured for him to sit. "You know I'm only hard on you because I know how great you can be, right?"

"Everyone is like that to me," he mumbled.

"Everyone but your husband," she pointed out. "And it is changing you for the better. Have you seen your favor today?"

"Haven't exactly gotten out of bed til now," Bakugou smirked at her.

"Spare me the details!" Leadie cried, throwing some orange peel at him. "Now look at the favor and rankings as they updated this morning. It seems the more Midoriya is influencing you, the better your favor is getting."

"I only care 'bout my ranking," he mumbled, noticing his rank was still the same.

"You know those go hand in hand," she said, "Outside of Endeavor that is… but you two could easily be a major power couple team. It's been working very well for your friends the Tetsutetsu's. Eijirou always had good ranking and favor, and his husband kept right on his tail with it all. You two keep playing nice, and that could be you! Just gotta fix your damn attitude. At least you aren't throwing baristas over the counters these days," handing a slice of orange to him, she snarled. "Eat! You need it for your fucking stamina with all these extra work outs you're getting in."

Another smirk, and Bakugou chomped the orange slice. He fucking hated oranges, but Midoriya loved them, and Leadie kept bringing them over.

"Now we have one major issue," Leadie said.

Raising an eyebrow- he really didn't want to know. He had been behaving himself lately, even when he wanted to kick a damn kid yesterday for taunting and teasing him. Right as he raised his leg back, Midoriya had put his hand on his shoulder and smiled sweetly enough to distract him as the kid ran off.

"Your husband's wardrobe," Leadie said. "He can't go to this gala looking like a damn fool! All the top heroes are invited!"

Bakugou laughed. She was right, Midoriya had the worst taste in clothes.

Draganeire found this twink in a club down in the blue district. He was a rare gem and one he planned to hold onto.

"And how long did you say you could hold your quirk?" Draganeire asked, kissing the lips of this beautiful find.

"I can go almost three hours," he said.

"Perfect," Draganeire hummed, kissing down his neck and holding him tightly. "Want to go somewhere with me in a couple nights? Only a few elite are even invited."

"Are you talking about the gala?" he asked.

Draganeire held up his ticket. "I need to RSVP today… but it says I can add a plus one."

"And you'd let me be your plus one? I've always wanted to go to one of these!"

Another kiss, and Draganeire smiled sweetly. "But of course! Now let me see your quirk in action."

A sinister smile crossed his lips as he watched this little twink transform. It was perfect.

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Midoriya groaned as he tried on the fifth tuxedo. To him they all looked the same, but apparently to Leadie and Bakugou- none of them would work.

"I like the pants on this one, but the jacket is all wrong," Leadie said, walking in circles around him as Bakugou sat on the couch with a cup of coffee.

"Yeah, if we could take these pants, and the jacket from the second one," Bakugou said.

"Yes, but they are pairs… the place won't let me mix and match," Leadie said.

"Did you tell them it was for Japan's Sweetheart? " Bakugou teased.

Leadie grabbed a pillow from the chair and threw at Bakugou- both of them laughing.

Midoriya smiled, it was nice to see those two actually getting along and not at each other's throats.

"Try on the next one," Leadie said, flitting her hand at him.

Groaning, Midoriya was in pure hell. He hated trying on clothes, and he hated dressing up. He would rather throw on a tshirt and some gym pants and just call it a day. He already had a nice suit, but for some reason Leadie said it needed to die in a fire- and Bakugou agreed.

Going back to his room- his mattress on the floor as they had broken yet another bed, he tossed this one off and went to grab the next tux. Sighing heavily, he grabbed another bag.

But as he opened the bag- he held his breath. The fabric was a deep olive color with a slight shimmer to it. Pulling out the tux, he grinned as he put it on.

It was a bit darker than his hair, with thin black pinstripes, and came with a black shirt and tie. The pants fit perfectly, as did everything else.

Staring at himself- he didn't care what those two said.

This was the tux.

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Bakugou gulped when he saw Midoriya step out. The tux wasn't the best in the group- actually it was a horrendous color and everything about it made him want to burn the city to the ground…

But seeing Midoriya's bright smile, in the tux , changed everything.

He looked fucking amazing. It was a huge step up from the lame burgundy suit Midoriya owned, and only Midoriya could pull off something like this. Biting his bottom lip, he knew he should stick up for Midoriya right about now- but he was afraid his voice would betray him and how he was feeling.

"No! I'm wearing this one!" Midoriya cried, stomping his foot like a child mid tantrum. Leadie was trying to say that tux had not made the cut and she didn't even mean to bring it along.

He could see Leadie sigh as she rubbed her temples. "Well… it is better than what you already have."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Bakugou asked. "Want me to blast the tux instead?" Maybe he could get on Leadie's good side with this.

"Kacchan! Don't you dare!" Midoriya hissed then glared at him. "Or I'm sleeping in my room tonight!"

He saw red at that! Jumping up, he was nose to nose with the nerd. "Your room is my room! We agreed!" he yelled.

Midoriya raised up on his toes, trying to be taller than him and pushed at his shoulders. "Fine! Then you can sleep on the couch!"

Why was Midoriya's red face so damn cute? Fuck, even in his horrible tux that somehow looked so damn good on him, he was weak. Grabbing him by his waist, Bakugou pressed his mouth onto his and next thing he knew, Leadie was throwing a pillow at them. "Gonna get a damn water bottle and spray you down! Katsuki! Let Izuku go! You're going to wrinkle it!"

Growling, he sent a small blast behind him, only to have Midoriya pull from his mouth and start laughing.

"Let the nerd wear this shit," he said, putting his hand on Midoriya's face and pushing him away. He hated how much power he had over him.

"Fine! The gala is in two nights, and your agency has given you both the night off! Now go get ready for your patrol!" Leadie said. "I'll return the other tuxes."

With a chirp Midoriya was skipping down the hallway, and Bakugou swore that damn suit glittered at him. It made him smile at how damn happy the nerd was over that horrendous tux.

"You do know, they will be taking pictures of you together," Leadie said, "With Izuku wearing that ."

Dammit… Leadie had won again.