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The coolness of the tiny booth’s back wall seeps through Bakugou’s thin t-shirt as Midoriya leans down to kiss him. His lips are soft, and his tongue gently prods for Bakugou’s lips to part. His large hands cup Bakugou’s slim waist pulling him impossible close. The outside world had dropped away from them when a bright flash goes off and Midoriya is reduced to quiet throaty giggles.
From outside comes a loud bang, and Shinsou’s low, sarcastic voice. “It’s a photo booth, not a make-out booth. We know what you’re doing in there.”
“Get a room, you two.” Kaminari adds, leaning in and pinching Midoriya’s cheek lightly.
“Shut up, Pikachu.” Bakugou says flatly, pushing Kaminari’s face away from his boyfriend’s before stepping back out into the bright sunlight and pulling Midoriya with him. He focuses on the soft whirring noise the machine makes as it works to print out their little photos and ignores the knowing cocked eyebrow of Shinsou.
“Is anyone hungry?” Kaminari asks, tugging on Shinsou’s arm, prodding the taller man forward towards one of the food booths.
“We were gonna check out the games. Kacchan promised me a plush All Might from that far booth. We’ll catch up with you two later.” Midoriya says, shifting eagerly from foot to foot like a kid as he waits for their photos to be printed. He coos when they finally drop into the little slot. “Kacchan, you’re so cute when you kiss me!”
“Shut up, nerd. Let’s go win you that stupid plush.” Bakugou says, standing on his toes to plant a kiss to Midoriya’s chin. It was a crime, the growth spurt that had hit Midoriya in their third year. He’d shot up taller than even Shinsou, and now stood almost as tall as Kirishima, with a thick waist, and pecs to match.
It takes him three tries, and more money than the stupid plush is worth, but he wins it for his giant hulking boyfriend and shoves it into a laughing and jumping Midoriya’s hand. Midoriya wraps his arms around Bakugou’s waist, kissing him deeply and lifting him slightly, so he has to stretch to keep his toes on the ground. Bakugou eagerly returns it, but Midoriya’s arm is pressing against his bladder, and he thinks offhandedly that they should find a bathroom soon. “Put me down, nerd.”
“Awww… Look how cute they are.” Kaminari says, playfully punching Bakugou’s arm.
“The size difference alone makes Bakugou absolutely adorable.” Shinsou teases dryly, earning a deep scowl from Bakugou.
“Yeah, because Pikachu here is so tall.” Bakugou jabs.
“Don’t bring me into this…” Kaminari closes his lips tightly, but fails to keep them closed, the rare jab at Bakugou on his tongue is too good to resist. “I’ve got a few inches on you in more ways than one.”
Bakugou lunges at Kaminari before Midoriya steps in between them, talking low in Bakugou’s ear to calm him down. Shinsou chuckles lowly at the scowl Bakugou gives him from behind Midoriya, and the way Kaminari had quickly scrambled to hide behind him. He hands Midoriya two bottles of water. “The lines were long, and it’s getting hot. Figured you’d want something to drink other than each other’s spit.”
Bakugou’s lip curls up into a small scowl, as Midoriya takes the bottles from Shinsou and shoves one into his hand.
“Thank you, Hitoshi.” Midoriya uncaps his and drinks, his arm bumping against Bakugou to encourage him to do the same.
Bakugou sighs, reluctantly downing the entire bottle in one go, for the moment forgetting his nearly full bladder. He chucks the empty bottle into a nearby recycling bin. “Happy, nerd?”
The four heroes move from booth to booth, Midoriya and Kaminari fussing over cute handmade hero merchandise from artists, partaking in games to win cheap little trinkets, and trying out new foods from around the world. Bakugou endures the teasing from Kaminari and Shinsou, dishing it back out to them until Midoriya elbows him softly, and he’s reminded that he still needs to pee. He’s ready to say something when Midoriya catches a whiff of something sweet and drags him over to a small food booth. Midoriya orders one of the sweet rings and two bottles of water.
Bakugou takes a tentative bite. It’s yeasty, and maybe a little too sweet, but it’s decent. He watches as Midoriya tries a bite and chuckles lowly at the small glob of pink frosting at the corner of his lip. He thumbs the frosting off and sucks innocently on his thumb.
He can see the heat from the small intimate gesture wash over Midoriya, coloring his pale freckled cheeks a soft rosy color as he hands Bakugou one of the bottles and pulls him in for a kiss.
“You two are seriously too cute.” Kaminari says.
“Sickeningly sweet.” Shinsou adds, earning him a small smack from Kaminari.
“Toshi and I are gonna head out though, did you guys want a ride?” Kaminari offers.
Midoriya shakes his head. “I want to check out a few more artists’ booths before we head out. We don’t live too far from here anyway, we’ll walk.”
They wave off their friends and Bakugou downs his water, his bladder once again forgotten as Midoriya stuffs the rest of the sweet treat into his mouth, his cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk as he chews. They walk the festival for a bit, and as the sun sets, they head for home, Midoriya pulls Bakugou into him, feeling his warmth. His arm wraps around Bakugou’s slender waist, a large hand pressing consistently against Bakugou’s bladder. Bakugou shifts, moving Midoriya’s hand a bit lower.
“You okay, Kacchan?” Midoriya asks.
“Yeah, I just gotta pee.” Bakugou can’t help but notice the way Midoriya’s eyes darken, right before his hand digs in, tickling at Bakugou’s side until he bursts out laughing in the middle of the quiet street. Bakugou manages to scramble out of Midoriya’s grasp and pins him under an intense red glare.
“I’m sorry, Kacchan. Come on, let’s get some food. I don’t feel like cooking tonight.” Midoriya says, his smile apologetic as he pulls Bakugou back to him.
“How can you still be hungry after all that crap you ate at the festival?” Bakugou lets himself lean against Midoriya as they walk. “Besides, it’s not like you even cook.”
Midoriya shrugs. “It’s not real food. I want real food.”
Bakugou relents because Midoriya will be hungry when they get home, because he doesn’t want to cook, and because it would give him a chance to finally use the restroom. Dinner is a quiet and easy affair, and bladder forgotten, Bakugou drinks two more glasses of water while they eat. They had just stepped outside the restaurant when Bakugou’s bladder sends a sharp pain to his dick and he remembers that he has indeed needed to piss for the last several hours.
He tries to push Midoriya away, but Midoriya pulls him into a deep kiss. He relents until Midoriya’s arms wrap around him, putting more pressure on his full bladder. He finally manages to pull back a little, still slightly breathless from the kiss.
“I love you, babe.” Midoriya says, nuzzling at Bakugou’s neck.
Bakugou’s neck relaxes, giving Midoriya easier access to the sweet spot just behind his ear. “I love you too, nerd, but I have to piss.”
Midoriya nips harshly at the sweet spot, making Bakugou whimper, before whispering in Bakugou’s ear. “I know.”
Bakugou’s fingers grip tight on Midoriya’s wrists, even as he arches his neck open so Midoriya can bite harder. “Izu…”
Midoriya’s fingers dig in tighter. “That’s not my name when we’re alone, baby boy.”
Bakugou’s eyes go wide, looking around, sure that someone heard that, but there’s no one near them. No one can hear the small, whimpered moan that escapes Bakugou’s lips as Midoriya gently kneads Bakugou’s stomach. “Daddy…”
“Good boy.” Midoriya pulls Bakugou along, stopping often to tease him, by pressing lightly on his stomach or simply leaning down to cup his face and kiss him.
They pass by a loud café, with slow jazz music flowing out of it and Midoriya spins Bakugou around to dance. He presses the blonde’s back to his chest and sways his hips, his straining erection settling against Bakugou’s ass, and his hand pressing firmly on Bakugou’s heavy bladder. Midoriya spins Bakugou out of an older couple’s way, and the woman’s soft comment wafts through Bakugou’s ears. “It’s good to see young couples so in love.”
Bakugou thinks to himself that this may be love, but it’s also torture; the way Midoriya’s arm wraps around to squeeze him, the way they’re constantly stopping for small kisses that Bakugou doesn’t want to pull away from, even as he resists the urge to wrap his hand around his aching dick and squeeze it just so he won’t piss himself. He thinks the end is in sight as they reach the apartment. Midoriya fumbles lazily with the keys until Bakugou finally takes them out of his hand to unlock the door.
“What’s the rush, Kacchan? Midoriya asks as Bakugou quickly unlocks the door and kicks off his shoes.
“I told you I had to pee.” Bakugou says, shrugging off his coat. He goes to make a beeline to the bathroom when Midoriya grabs his wrist.
“I remember.” Midoriya’s mouth is on Bakugou’s lips, tasting every inch of his mouth until Bakugou is grabbing at him just as desperately, his full bladder once again pushed to the back of his mind as Midoriya slowly strips them both, tossing clothes that Bakugou will pick up later to the floor as they make their way to the playroom.
Bakugou stops them just outside the playroom, his heavy bladder now insistent, and he tries once more to escape towards the bathroom, chuckling as he pulls away from Midoriya’s soft lips. “I really gotta go.”
Midoriya’s green eyes are dark as they meet Bakugou’s crimson ones, his voice is low and commanding, going straight to Bakugou’s groin. “No.”
Bakugou feels the heat rush instantly to his cheeks and he drops his gaze at Midoriya’s tone. “Daddy, please.”
Midoriya pulls Bakugou into their playroom and shuts the door. “No, baby boy. If you want to go so badly, you can do it right here.”
Bakugou can feel the heat spread down his neck to his chest and he shakes his head; but he can’t deny the thrill of the challenge now. “’M not gonna do that.”
Midoriya smirks, running his hands up Bakugou’s well-toned chest before guiding Bakugou down to his knees, stroking his thick cock just inches from Bakugou’s pale pink lips. “Color, baby.”
“Green, daddy.” Bakugou flattens his tongue, and runs it along the underside of Midoriya’s shaft, teasing the tip of his tongue into the slit to lap at the precum beading there. He lets Midoriya slowly feed the thick shaft into his mouth, lazily fucking his throat.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Making daddy feel so good.” The pace Midoriya sets is slow and torturous, purposefully controlled so Bakugou’s mind has time to wander, constantly going back to heavy feeling in his gut, while his hands grab heavily at his cock in a vain attempt to stop himself from peeing.
When Midoriya finally spills hot cum down his throat it feels like a gift and he swallows it happily. “Thank you, daddy.”
Midoriya pulls him to his feet and into a tight hug, peppering his face with soft kisses. “You’re such a good boy for daddy, baby. Are you ready to let go?”
Bakugou shakes his head. “No, daddy.”
“No?” Midoriya sits down and pulls Bakugou to stand between his legs. “Are you being a stubborn boy tonight?”
Bakugou shakes his head, moaning as Midoriya reaches around to press on the plug that’s been buried in his ass all day. He’s rocking in and out, slow and firm, nudging Bakugou closer until his cock is rubbing in the hollow between Midoriya’s muscular pecs. Bakugou’s fingers tighten on Midoriya’s shoulders as Midoriya slowly strokes him. He’s hard, but he’s so full he can’t even think about cumming; he needs a different type of release first.
“Let go, baby. You can do it. It’s okay.” Midoriya coos up at Bakugou, gently sliding the plug out of Bakugou’s ass, and replacing it with his fingers, curling and pressing against the blonde’s prostate.
Bakugou can feel the hot tears starting to stream down his face as he shakes his head, his fingers now painful in Midoriya’s shoulders.
“Color, baby.” Midoriya asks.
“Green, daddy.” Bakugou replies quietly.
“Then turn around and have a seat on daddy’s lap, baby.” Midoriya says.
Midoriya’s legs slip between Bakugou’s and Midoriya guides him down onto his cock. Bakugou moans as Midoriya’s girth stretches him until he’s fully seated and impossibly full. Midoriya’s large warm hands cup his pecs, fingers gently rolling and pinching one hard nipple while he pulls Bakugou back against him. Bakugou cries out as he’s shifted, Midoriya’s cock pressing insistently against his prostate, and he rests his head back on Midoriya’s shoulders.
Midoriya kisses Bakugou’s face, shushing him as he starts to shake and cry. “Just let go for me, baby. You can do this.”
Bakugou shakes his head again, and Midoriya’s hand slides down to massage at his bladder. He can feel it building, and he squirms to try to relieve the pressure, but all he does is work Midoriya’s cock against his prostate again. “Daddy, please…”
“Let go for me, baby. Let go for daddy.” Midoriya says.
“Nnn…” Bakugou’s breath catches in throat. He feels hot liquid filling his insides as Midoriya pisses in his ass. He shakes his head at the impossibly full and warm feeling inside of him, it squelches and leaks out around Midoriya’s cock, dripping and slick between their thighs as he slowly fucks into Bakugou; one large hand holding him close, the other pressing harder and harder down on his bladder. Bakugou shakes his head mumbling “Daddy, no.” over and over again as the pressure builds until he can’t hold it anymore. It starts as a dribble, just a few small squirts. And as soon as it starts, he knows he can’t stop the onslaught, so he finally let’s go, moaning loudly as warm piss spills over his stomach and thighs.
“That’s it, baby. Such a good boy for daddy.” Midoriya kisses Kacchan’s blonde hair, rubbing slow circles along his chest and stomach as Kacchan relieves himself, the tension in his body relaxing as he slumps boneless against Midoriya’s chest. “I’m so proud of you for finally letting go, baby.”
Bakugou curls his face up into the crook of Midoriya’s neck. “Thank you, daddy.”