Going to the club for my birthday ended up being a tradition with Kirishima, and every year he would take me to a different club. This year we ventured to the next town over, going to Plus Ultra the hottest rated step club of the year. Kirishima led us to the VIP section where our table was reserved. Getting the first round of drinks, we showed our beers and watched the dangers down below do their routines. Heels, fishnets, lace, and glitter covered the room as petite brunette women worked the stage.
"I got you an extra gift this year buddy," Kiri beamed, exposing a toothy grin. "You only turn thirty once after all." Sipping his beer a waitress brought over six shots in a tray.
"Three for you, for me. Let's get started!" Shitty hair downed his first air. Taking mine back, the familiar taste of cinnamon danced on my tongue. Shooting my next two shots I started at Kiri who was talking to someone in a suit. What was he up too?
A tall blonde appeared at my side. Eying his chiseled chest, glancing down to his tight ripped skinny jeans hanging off his hips, I grinned at the man in front of me.
"Mr. Backugo, your private room is ready sir." Smiling down at me he motioned me forward.
"Just remember to enjoy yourself!" Kiri yelled. Scowling back at him, I flipped him off before I entered a room. A large leather couch took up the back wall, mirrors were everywhere making the room look bigger than it was. A pole was placed in the center of the room. Taking a seat in the center of the couch, the blonde followed me over. Grabbing something from stand by the couch, he knelt down and smiled.
"This has been requested for you." He said slipping a blind fold over my eyes. Opening my mouth to argue, I decided to roll with it. It was my birthday after all.
"I heard you're celebrating your birthday." The voice was soft, but sensual. Music coursed through the room, but it wasn't too loud. My body flinched as a hand danced across my chest. I felt him climb onto my lap, and his arms crossed behind my neck. Circling his hips to the beat he grinded his body into fingers danced down my arms catching my skin on fire. Shivers went down my body, licking my lips. Sliding my hands up I squeezed my hands into his hips. Lightly slapping my face, I was stunned.
"No touching, Daddy." The confidence in his voice, as he whispered in my ear had my cock throbbing.
"You can touch but I can't?" I growled. The heat in my stomach grew.
"I don't have to touch either, stud." He started to pull his hands away, my body instantly jerked up.
"No!" I shouted louder than I meant to. "I'm sorry." I whispered, putting my hands back to my sides.
"Thank you for listening, Daddy." I hissed as my cock twitched in response.
"You like being Daddy, don't you?" he whispered in my ear, grinding his crotch into mine. A groan escaped my lips, as my head tilted back and rested on the couch.
"Daddy is used to being the one in control, isn't he?" His hands were forced behind his head, something slipped over his hands. Rope. His cock pulsed as he felt powerless, turning into putty for the man in his lap.
"Fuck." a moan escaped my lips, my entire body was raging. I wanted him. Whatever he wanted to do.
"How's it feel to be, powerless...Daddy?" his warm tongue licked from my collarbone to my jaw line. My breath hitched as his hand slapped my cheek, a little harder than before. My body was shaking, the pressure in my jeans was starting to get painful, this was the hardest I've been in my entire life.
"Answer me when I ask you a question." I was melting, drowning. "Do you like it, Daddy?"
"Y-yes. Yes." Did I just fucking stutter? The heat in my stomach was agonizing. His body continued to grind into my shaking body. Gasping, my body felt the absence of heat as he was no longer on my lap.
"I want you to beg me." hands on my thighs, sliding over my jeans. Cursing this blind fold, I wanted to see him. See his hands on me.
""Please fucking touch me. Please." hearing the desperation in my own voice, send flames down my body. I was going to explode. He was going to ruin me.
"You love begging for it don't you? Hearing yourself beg for someone to touch your pretty cock-" Slowly his fingers wrapped about the button of my jeans, popping it open, and sliding the zipper down. "I like hearing you moan for me, Daddy. Do you see how hard I make you?" Pulling on the restraints the rope was digging into my wrists. I couldn't think straight. I was in hell, and loving every minute of it. Sliding his hand softly over my erection, I could see stars.
"Fuck ahh..ha.." my voice was weak, and I could feel moisture building up under the blind fold. I was fucking crying.
"Fuck, baby. Look what I'm doing to you. Crying for me to make you feel good. Fuck, this is so fucking hot Daddy."
"Fuck please. Don't stop." I begged, "Ill do anything you want. Ill pay whatever you want." I need it, I need it. His warm mouth covered my shaft, and my cries echoed in the room. Thrusting my hips up his hands shoved my hips back down into the couch pinning me down. Moans escaped his as he bobbed on my throbbing cock, swirling his tongue to taste my entire length. My wrists were getting sore rubbing against the rope as I tried, and failed to break free. Hearing him gag on my cock, almost sent me over the edge.
"F-f-fuck. I'm c-close." moaning back down on my length, he sucked harder and faster on me. Feeling the heat pooling in my stomach I knew my ecstasy was almost here.
"I-i'm c-cumming!" I cried, tears pooling down my face, my load shot down his throat and he licked up every drop. Panting hard, my entire body tensed from the biggest orgasm of my life.
Grabbing the ropes, he freed my hands. I rubbed over my sore skin.
"C-can I take the blind off?" I asked, weakly, desperately wanting to see the face of the man who just blew my mind.
"Just... don't freak out." his voice was very different from our entire encounter. Taking my hands up to cloth, I pulled it off. My heart started racing again, and my eyes were wide open. Emerald green eyes gawked at me from under the forest green curly mop that was laying on his face. His cheeks were flushed, which made the freckles pop across his face. Slowly looking him up and down, I admired the fish nets that strained under his muscled thighs. A pair of green booty shorts were tight and didn't do much to hide the bulge pressing against the seam. Crossing his legs his black high heels, clicked together. he bit his swollen lip as he watched me process.
"D-deku?" I muttered out. It couldn't be, he moved to america. There's no way he moved back and my mom didn't know about it. Would the old hag have told me even if she did know?
"Hi Kachaan." Oh god. That name, I couldn't breathe. He smiled up at me, with a nervous look like I could attack him at any minute.
"How.. are you here?" my thoughts were all over the place, I managed to mutter something out.
"I work here. I moved back six months ago. I guess your mom didn't tell you, which isn't surprising." he let out a little laugh, and sent chills down my spine. Blushing as I looked down I shoved myself back in pants, as I realized I was still hanging out.
A bell chimed through the room, and the music stopped.
"Time's up, handsome." he smiled, walking towards the door. Jumping up, I caught his wrist briefly and let go. His emerald eyes gleamed, and his eyebrow raised.
Reaching into my back pocket grabbing my wallet, I took out my credit card, and handed it to the grinning man in front of me.
"Stay." It sounded more of a question than a demand. I didn't want him to leave.
"Daddy takes care of me, huh?" seeing his seductive smile for the first time, and hearing the words roll off his tongue made my cock start to twitch to life again.
"I'll be right back." he smiled, and snuck out the door. Wiping my sweaty hands on my pants, I paced trying to collect my thoughts. Deku was back. He was here. Thinking back to our childhood I remembered making his life a living hell. My anger always got the best of me until a judge court ordered anger management counselling after punching a bouncer at a club a few times. I'd gotten much better at controlling his anger for the most part, but seeing the biggest reminder of my intolerance, especially after he just sucked my soul out, had me spinning. My eyes darted back to the door when it opened back up. Deku grinned and sauntered over to me.
"Rooms yours, Kacchan." licking his lips, he put his hand on his hip, and stood in front of me. "What would you like to do now?" Glaring down, I brought my hand up to his face but stopped before I touched him.
"May I?" I asked, motioning for my hand. He nodded softly, and I cupped his face with my hand. Rubbing my thumb over his jaw line, he was practically purring at the touch. His cheeks were still flushed, and his eyes closed enjoying the soft touch of my hand.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked, he smiled against my hand.
"I should be asking you that." he chuckled, licking his lips. "What's your poison?" he asked.
"Anything you want, I'll have as well." picking up the phone in the corner of the room, he rambled off the name of something I've never heard of, went to the radio turning the music back on. A knock on the door a few seconds later, and the blonde from earlier stood smiling in the doorway with an ice bucket, bottle of wine, and two glasses, setting them down on the table in the corner, he retreated back out the door. Opening the bottle, Deku poured two glasses, and took a seat next to him, handing him a glass. Taking a sip, the cold sweet liquid washed down his throat. It tasted like grapes, and sugar, it was delicious.
"I'm glad you like it." Deku confessed, as he read my facial expression.
"You have good taste." I smiled, he stared at me for a few seconds, and I raised my eyebrow.
"You taste good, too." He bit his lip, and winked at me. How could someone be so sexy but adorable at the same time. The heat in my stomach flared up as my face flushed.
"Speaking of which, I wasn't supposed to do that. So let's not mention the happy ending, birthday boy." he winked at me, taking another sip from his glass.
"Then why'd you do it?" the words slipped out before I could stop them, he chuckled.
"Let's just say, that's something I wanted to do for a long time, and since you were begging me to do it, I couldn't resist." he bit his lip again, and I growled.
"Stop doing that." I looked away from his gaze.
"Doing what?" his voice flirted through my ears. Rolling my eyes I looked back at him.
"Biting your damn lip, Deku." Chugging my drink, I tried to focus on not getting hard again.
"Does it turn you on... Daddy?" Setting his glass down and taking mine, he slid into my lap. Forcing my hands to my side, I willed myself to follow the rules. No touching. Grinding his crotch into mine his erection pressed into mine, biting my lip I shoved my head back. Fuck, I want to kiss him. My body was in flames, feeling his body sliding against mine.
"God you feel so good." groaning into his ear. My body was on fire, Completely drunk on lust.
"Kacchan." he whispered in my ear, before sucking on my neck. His hot breath felt amazing on my skin, as his tongue swirled on my jugular. Pushing me backwards, I tumbled on the couch landing on my back. Straddling my lap, his mouth attached to my neck again, groaning on contact. Pushing back on my chest, he grinded his ass directly on my erection. A moan escaped his lips,
"Fuck baby." Groaning out to him. My hands found his hips, his warm skin under my palms. Gripping them shoving him, I flipped him under me. Spreading his legs, I leaned over him my face inches from his. I could almost taste him. I froze.
"I'm so sorry." I muttered, realizing what I did. He was panting, and his cheeks were flushed. Backing up, my back hit the wall. I didn't move, I couldn't breath. Deku sat up and slowly walked over in front of me. What did I just do?
"Kacchan." Staring at the ground, I couldn't move. I felt his hands grab mine, which I realized were shaking. "Please look at me." Forcing my eyes to him, there was a soft smile across his lips.
"Take me home." Glancing back down, I nodded.
"Where do you live?" I asked, starting to turn toward the doors.
"No." His hand grabbed mine, and pulled me to look at him. "Take me to your house." Fuck.
"I just have to tell Kayama I'm leaving. Go grab your card from the bar, and meet me out back." Walking out behind him, I turned and headed for the bar. The room around me was a blur as I stumbled to the bar. The bartender was busy getting drinks, for the sea of people in the bar. His hair was half white half red, his sides were shaved, but the top was kept longer.
"What can I get you?" Heterochromatic eyes met mine, I glanced up at him and saw that hidden under his bangs a scar on the side of his face.
"I need to settle my tab, Bakugo." he nodded and spun around. My fingers tapped against the bar. This was happening. Deku was back, and he wanted me to take him home.
"Katsuki! How was your dance?" Jumping slightly as Eijiro popped up next to me with a giant grin on his face.
"I'm, uh, taking him home." My heart was racing, trying to process what was happening. The alcohol in my system was more prevalent as the lights and sounds blared all around me.
"Whoa dude. Your reunion went well then, eh?" His sharky grin spread across his face.
"You have no idea." The bartender came back, and I signed the bill, not forgetting to add a hefty tip.
"I gotta go man, but were gonna talk about how this happened later." Punching his arm moderately, he chuckled as I headed to the back door.
Pulling my phone, I texted my driver to come pick us up. Pacing by the door, my eyes shot up when a puff of green hair walked down the hall. He changed into a plain black t-shirt, jeans, and converse. God he's beautiful. Holding the door open for him, I led him to the black escalade waiting out back. Sliding over to give Deku space, he slid his hand on my cheek and pulled me into a kiss. A small moan muffled against my lip, and his thumb rubbed on my jawline. Thankfully, I didn't live too far from the club. We quickly arrived at the condominium. Leading him to the elevator, his lps were on mine until we heard the ding on the 8th floor. Walking to the door I stuffed his keys through the lock, and followed Deku inside. Locking the door, I tossed my keys down on the table. Feeling hands on my arm, I turned around for Deku to press his lips on mine, more greedy this time. His lips lit the fire in my stomach, and I groaned into his mouth. Leaning down my hands found their way on his thighs, hosting him up he wrapped his legs around my waist. Deepening the kiss as I walked, my tongue swirled in his mouth. Feeling his tongue dance in my mouth sent shivers down my spine. He tasted so fucking good. Setting him on my bed, I knelt down and took his shoes and socks off.
"Still taking care of me, Daddy?" he muttered. His emerald eyes were filled with lust. Sliding his shirt off, I heard his deep breaths. Peeling my shirt off, I started to unbutton his pants.
"Of course, baby. I'm going to take real good care of you tonight." Pulling his jeans off, his erection was pushing against a pair of green lace panties.
"Kacchan." he moaned as I kissed up his thighs, and onto his erection. My tongue swiped the wet tip of his cock over the lace, causing it to twitch. Groaning at how good he tasted I ripped the underwear off his hips, shoving his cock in my mouth.
"Fuck yes." he moaned, thrusting his hips shoving his length down my throat. Circling my tongue around his swollen tip, My hand found the base of his shaft and I jerked him to the rhythm of my mouth. Deku's hand gripped my hair, forcing me to move faster against him. A moan muffled over his cock as his pre-cum started to drip down my tongue.
"Take your pants off." he instructed, and I shredded my clothes as fast as possible. Deku pounced up and he pulled me on the bed under him.
"Where's your-" he started. "Night stand, top drawer." I interrupted.
A devilish grin took over his face as he reached in and grabbed the lube, and a condom. Drinking in the site of him ripping the packet open, my hips jerked up as he slid the condom on me. Gasping, he ran the lube over his hand, and up and down my length. Holding the base, he moved his hips forward, and circled the tip of my cock over his tight hole. My body was aching, shaking. Waiting.
Lowering himself down on my cock, he let out a loud moan. Feeling his tight wall squeeze my cock, I forced myself not to move, as he adjusted to my size.
"Fuck baby. Moan for me, God you feel so good." I groaned. His mouth was open, panting, and his eyes were shut. His walls tightened a little, and my hands went to his hips. Slowly rocking my hips, he started whimpering.
"Am I hurting you?" I asked, keeping my hips still.
"Fuck. N-no. Fuck me." he begged. Thrusting my hips forward, the warmth and pressure I'd been craving started to fuel the fire in my stomach. Reaching his hand out he grabbed a fist full of my hair, and pulled it harder every time I thrusted into him.
"Fuck, Daddy." he moaned, leaning back he put his hands on my chest and anchored himself down. Taking control he bounced his hips, taking my cock all the way in and out as he rode me. "You fill me so good." he breathed, moaning as he increased his speed.
"Deku fuck." moaning his name slamming him down harder on my cock.
"Yes, yes, yes." he chanted above him.
"I'm- I'm close." I grunted feeling the heat pool in my groin. "Fucking make me cum, baby. Make daddy cum." I slid my hand to his cock, stroked him to the rhythm of my hips, feeling his walls tighten around me. Quicking my hand, Deku was writhing above me, crying out my name as I felt warm liquid splash across his hand and chest.
"ah .. haa... fuck!" I growled. Feeling his hand grab my throat I lost control and cried out as I spilled my load. Panting, and glistening with sweat, Deku collapsed next to me. Opening my eyes, my body quivered as I saw his face full of content. Taking a second to admire how god damn sexy he was, I slid out of bed, and tossed the condom in the trash. Scooping Deku up in my arms, his green eyes never prying from my face. Starting my shower, we hopped in, and I washed the both of us clean. Smiling down at him Deku looked up at me.
"Why do you keep looking at me like that, dork?" I smiled, tapping some soap on his nose.
"You're so beautiful when you smile, Kacchan." His words melted my core, more than anything ever had before. Leaning down I kissed his lips softly. Water ran down my body, as I wrapped my arms around him. Rinsing us off, I blow dried both of our hair, and put a pair of boxers on, handing a pair to Deku. Curling up in bed, his eyes shut the moment his head hit the pillow. Pulling him on my chest, I wrapped my arms around him, and fell asleep listening to the sounds of him breathing.
This was the best birthday I've ever had.