That tux has to die- that was all that was on Bakugou's mind. Even during the car ride back home, he felt his hands wanting to spark against that god awful fabric. The way Midoriya was kissing his lips, teasing him with his hand running up his thigh-

"Damn nerd!" he growled, grabbing the back of his head, biting at his bottom lip. "Going to destroy this fucking tux!"

Midoriya giggled against his mouth, his hand moving higher up his thigh. "How about I ruin you instead?"

His brain went to total mush. Midoriya was still kissing him, but everything in his mind and body had malfunctioned over a few simple words. A few more kisses and Midoriya leaned back, a confused look on his face.

"Kacchan?"

Blinking, he grabbed Midoriya's head again, pressing their mouths together. Pushing Midoriya against the seat of the car, he straddled his lap, rutting their cocks together through their tuxedo pants. "Fucking…. Damn nerd… tease… ugly tux."

Words fell from his mouth, but he was at a loss what they even meant anymore. Midoriya had a firm hold on his ass as the car slowed down and the man in the front seat cleared his throat. "Sorry to interrupt… I believe this is your stop?"

It was all a blur. Leaving the car, both of them headed for the stairs, too impatient to even wait for the elevator. They ran as fast as they could- and this was some Cinderella shit where he lost his shoe on the second flight of stairs, but couldn't care enough to stop and grab it.

He about broke down the door getting into their flat. For some reason, he wanted Midoriya more than he ever had. He blamed the alcohol- again. They weren't drunk, but they weren't completely sober either.

He felt One for All pulsing through Midoriya's body as he was pinned to the wall. Even Midoriya's lips felt powerful. He was weak against this- body and soul. Being held so easily against the wall, feeling Midoriya's knee slide between his legs… he was gone.

"Stop… teasing me!" he growled.

Midoriya giggled and ran his mouth down his neck, hot air moist against his skin. Letting go of his wrist, Midoriya's rough hands moved to untuck his shirt, his fingers trailing over his skin. He felt as if the air was being sucked from his lungs before Midoriya pulled back, a smug look on his face as he slowly took his jacket off.

"You do look sexy as hell like that," Midoriya said, leaning back in for a kiss. "Your tux, that far away look on your face... "

Bakugou growled. He was tired of this nerd playing with him. Reaching out, Midoriya took his hands and pulled at him. They were heading back to his room, and he was being kissed breathless again. He felt his own tux jacket being removed, then buttons flying around the room where Midoriya had pulled his shirt open.

They had a really nice, plush futon- and his body sank right into it- Midoriya's body covering his as his legs spread easily for him. Their hips rutted together while Midoriya continued to kiss him. He liked this side of Midoriya, it was one he had not seen too often. Usually it was Midoriya begging and whining underneath him- but right now, Midoriya was running the show.

He was moaning- more than he ever had before. His clothes were peeled from his body as Midoriya quickly lost his own. He felt the sweat on their skin as their bodies pressed together, and Midoriya was back kissing him, kissing down his neck, sucking his nipple as his hand worked down his body.

"Fuck!" he gasped, his back arching, Midoryia's green hair all messed up in his view.

Midoriya giggled and peeked up at him, pressing his knees back and teasing him with his cock. This nerd like to tease more than anything, and Bakugou was having none of it tonight. He waited for Midoriya to get that damn look of confidence back on his face- and that was how he knew he had him.

Grabbing Midoriya's shoulders, he flipped him so he was on his back. Growling, Bakugou straddled him, leaning down to bite at his lip. "Don't think I won't destroy that tux in the morning."

Midoriya giggled, then he felt wet fingers on his bottom- spreading his cheeks, teasing him once more. A feral moan escaped him as familiar fingers breached him, stretching him. It was all becoming a blur as their cocks slid next to each other- Midoriya curling his fingers inside of him, making him see stars.

Sweat built up on his lower back as he rocked his hips over Midoriya as if he couldn't get enough. Dammit it wasn't enough, he needed more. Taking Midoriya's face in his hands, he bit at his lips before sliding his tongue deep inside his mouth.

Another curl of Midoriya's fingers made his cock spurt precum, and he knew he was done with the teasing and foreplay. Pushing Midoriya's shoulders, pressing his back into the futon, he reached for Midoriya's cock- stroking it in his palm. Staring down at those large green eyes darkened over with lust, Bakugou rose up on his knees, pressing Midoriya's cock to his rim.

He didn't go at it slow- it burned and stung all at the same time and he loved it. Quickly sliding down Midoriya's cock, he felt the hands on his thighs gripping hard. He held his breath and once he was fully seated, he let the air out of his lungs.

"...Kacchan," Midoriya breathed- his voice broken and cracked.

"Fucking nerd," he growled, ignoring the stinging as he rose up and slammed back down. He felt as if he were about to be split in two- and he didn't fucking care. Midoriya was moaning under him, squeezing his thighs, grabbing his hips as he started to bounce up and down on his cock. His own cock bobbed up and down, slapping on Midoriya's stomach as he went at it.

Leaning down, he let his hips and body roll as he slowed down the pace, feeling each inch of Midoriya's cock deep inside of him- throbbing, reaching him exactly where he needed it.

"Fucking Deku," he growled, his body moving of its own accord at this point. It felt amazing and he felt as if his skin were going to burn up.

They were being rolled over, and when he looked up at Midoriya, he saw One for All pulsing through him- holding him down. Crying out, he wrapped his legs around Midoriya's strong center and rode out the brutal thrusting. Both of them were long gone, and his hands started quirking against the futon as Midoriya roared- slamming his body with One for All at one percent.

Screaming out, his hands exploded against the futon, his cock releasing all over his stomach and chest. Midoriya screamed his name, thrusting through his orgasm before falling on top of him.

Neither of them could catch their breath, and when Midoriya rolled off of him, they both saw the half burnt futon and groaned.

"Dammit," he growled, "I really liked this futon…"

"Guess we can go sleep in the other room," Midoriya said.

Wincing as he sat up, grabbing his lower back, Bakugou growled. "Do you always have to go so fucking hard?"

Midoriya giggled, kissing his shoulder. "You don't like when I go soft."

He put his hand on the nerd's face- pushing him away. He needed a damn shower.

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When Bakugou got up the next morning, he made his way into the kitchen. The familiar smell of coffee filled the air, and he looked around for Midoriya. They had the morning off due to the gala, but were still on call if needed.

That's when he saw Midoriya's phone on the counter. Where the hell was that nerd?

"Oi! Deku?" he called out.

And he got nothing back. What the hell?

Grabbing some coffee, he felt the soreness in his bottom and lower back. Damn, they really needed to calm down a bit- but at the same time, it was too fucking good not to go as hard as they had. Smiling to himself as he sipped his coffee, he saw his phone vibrating itself almost off the counter.

Scandalous pictures showing Ground Zero kissing Draganeire at the Gala right before Deku receives his award!

Oh what the glory fuck now?

Opening the article- sure enough there it was. Bakugou squinted. It looked like him, but that sure as fuck wasn't him. What was that idiot up to now? The pictures looked damn right legit, and he sighed.

Had Midoriya seen these? What did Leadie have to say?

And where the fuck was Midoriya?

His social media was in an uproar. Of course they hated him… again, but what else is new?

"Deku!" he called out- wondering if Midoriya saw this and… believed it. Making a call- Leadie picked up immediately.

"About time you woke up," Leadie said.

"So I take it you have seen the pictures?" he asked.

A hum and Leadie seemed unimpressed.

"Well?! Are you going to say anything?" he barked.

"Katsuki… in all the time I've known you, I've never known you to be a cheater. Even with that Draganeire boy, and if you recall, I warned you he was nothing but a social status climber out to use you! But did you listen to me? Oh no! You knew better! Now look where it got you!"

A sigh and he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I know! Dammit! He is the worst kind! But these pictures-"

"-those pictures aren't you and we both know this," Leadie said.

"But does the public?" he asked.

"I made a statement on your behalf," Leadie said. "You're welcome. Now go find your husband and make sure he knows. I've been calling his phone all morning and he didn't pick up."

He knew Leadie was already on top of this. What the hell would he do without that woman… he got chills thinking about it. She was amazing at her job, and that was why he put up with her shit.

"If you hear from him-"

"-Don't worry, I'll send him home," Leadie said.

"Oh um… we need a new futon," he mumbled.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Leadie started her rant as Bakugou set the phone on the counter and walked around his flat- wondering where the hell Midoriya had run off to.

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Midoriya had seen the pictures. At first his heart sank, but then he got to thinking- Bakugou was with him the entire time at the gala. The only time he wasn't, he was with Kirishima, and he sure as hell knew Kirishima wasn't going to allow a damn thing to happen.

Midoriya squinted at the picture- it definitely looked like Bakugou at first glance- but his bow tie was in place and his suit was- well, not the same one Bakugou had been wearing. Glaring at the picture, he knew this was just another damn trick. What was with people? Why couldn't they accept that they were happy?

Shaking his head, he wasn't even going to be bothered by it. Why should he give them the satisfaction? He knew Bakugou was faithful- almost to a damn fault. Maybe they could have a quiet morning before Bakugou saw these pictures and they would deal with it- together.

He could hear Bakugou snoring as he slipped out of the flat. He knew the bakery down the block had the best Asiago bagels ever, and he was craving one. He figured fresh bagels were a great way to wake up and start their morning.

Masaru thinned his lips as he stared at the picture that had circulated around the internet. He knew his son, and he knew that was not his son. It didn't matter what the media said, this was not his Katsuki.

"I'm going to rip that boy a new one!" Mitsuki screamed, hurling the last of their tea cups into the wall.

"Honey, please," he sighed, if she would slow down for one minute and look more closely at the picture- she too would see that was not their son.

"We are going over there! Right now!" Mitsuki screamed, her hair even wilder around her head as she screamed.

"Honey, stop for a moment," he said, standing up and rubbing her arms gently. She was in a fit and he needed to calm her down. "Take a deep breath, then I want you to closely look at the picture."

Mitsuki growled at him, then relaxed and took a deep breath. Leading her towards the table, she looked again.

"That is not my good for nothing son!" she screamed.

Masaru kissed her temple. Their son would never do something like this.

Bakugou stood in the kitchen, going through the pictures that were on every damn media site by now. They were mainly of his hand aimed at stopping a camera from taking pictures- and a smug ass look on Draganeire's face. He hated how damn attractive Draganeire was- that was not something he could deny. It was just his insides were rotten and he was nothing more than a user, out to improve his own ranking.

He should have listened to Leadie when they had first hooked up. He hadn't seen how Draganeire was only out to use him and climb the ranks. Bakugou had just wanted to climb into his bed.

He hated how his dick got him into trouble. Between Draganeire and then getting married- not that getting married was really trouble, hell, that had been the best fucking mistake of his life.

Yet, he wondered where his husband was- and why he wasn't here. Seeing these pictures made him wonder if Midoriya had seen them too, and finally said 'to hell with this' and just left.

Moving back to his bedroom- he saw their tuxes strewn about the room. That hideous jacket of Midoriya's stood out like a sore thumb, and he found his hands reaching for it. Pulling it to his nose, it smelled like Midoriya, and he remembered how cute and terrible he'd looked wearing it.

Midoriya made him weak- but he also made him better. Had some fake pictures ruined it all? After a terrible start to their marriage, things were just getting good. For once… he had felt content with his life- and dare he even think… happy?

"FUCK!" he yelled, grabbing the tux jacket, and falling onto the charred futon. Where the hell was that damn Deku?

The emails never seem to stop. Leadie was now a pro at deleting the shit ones and getting to what was important. These B list media sites thinking they could bully her- well they had another thing coming.

The fake pictures were causing a social media uproar. She had been calling Izuku all morning, wanting him to make a statement on his blog- something that wasn't just coming from her, as it seemed no matter how many times she said it, the media was against Katsuki.

Pressing her lips together, she started to dig in on this Draganeire boy. He had become more than a thorn in their side. She needed a way to stop him, and stop him now . His rank and favor were mild at best- and his quirk was pure shit. All he had going for him was his looks and fleeting charm.

He was foul to the core, and his intentions were filthy. He had wooed Katsuki and somehow made everything he touched since then turn to shit.

She was sick of dealing with him, and sick of his petty jealousy over her client. Her head ached, and she really needed to rest her fingers to allow the lead to replenish. Each swipe of her fingers over the paper caused a mild pain through her joints.

Sighing, Leadie withdrew her fingers, reaching for a standard pen, grimacing at how dull the lines were when she started to write. Quirks had their limits- and working with the Wonder Duo was pushing hers to the max.

Grabbing her phone, she made a call. This Draganeire needed to be stopped. It was time to do some digging- and order some new futons.