Dinner at the restaurant had been going fairly well. Having a ten year reunion with their Class 1A, came the expectations of detailed conversations of one another's successes, failures, processes and endeavours.

When Bakugou and Midoriya walked in together, none of their ex-classmates tripped on their seats or chocked on their drinks. At the age of twenty-three, five years after graduating from U.A and becoming professional heroes, Bakugou and Midoriya announced their secret relationship going on for six years and their engagement through the bite mark on Izuku's mating gland.

Marriage through law was not what they decided, to avoid social expectations from this titles. Especially when Bakugou was an alpha and Midoriya an omega.

At the age of twenty-eight both Bakugou and Midoriya had managed to create a respectful relationship. Though Bakugou still held out his outburst of rage, they've have downed a little through age. Much through the surprise from everyone.

“How does it feel to be the number one hero?” Asked Uraraka.

Midoriya cleared his throat after eating a piece of juicy steak. “Fulfilling. I'm just happy to have Kachaan by my side.”

“Two top number one heroes. That's something that hadn't been done before,” Lida commented.

The conversations continued and laughter came in natural waves through the hour. The afternoon was quickly receiving the hours of the night. The place was comfy and their friends made both their hearts warm in nostalgia.

Bakugou and the rest of the table were laughing at one of the stories Kirishima had experience not long ago, when Bakugou felt Midoriya grip Bakugou's thigh tightly for a brief second before moving them back to Midoriya's thighs. Bakugou turned to glance at Midoriya and his laughter stuttered for a bit.

Midoriya still held a smile on his face but he could see the corners of his lips twitch in downward. Something wasn't right.

“I'll be back. I'm going to the restroom,” Midoriya said, standing up from his chair.

“I'm going to,” said Bakugou.

“Hey. Hey. Hey. Don't try having too much fun,” said Mina knowingly, the rest following with a smirk or an arched eyebrow of amusement.

“Think what you want. I need to take a piss,” explained Bakugou and followed behind Midoriya to the restroom.

When they got there, no one was thankfully there. Midoriya placed his hands on the sink. “You alright?” Asked Bakugou, placing a hand on Midoriya's waist. Midoriya's lips moved, his eyebrows furrowed and with his emerald eyes closed. “I can't hear you,” Bakugou said and leaned closer.

“My heat,” Midoriya whispered. “I thought it was coming in three more days.”

“Want to call it a night?” Asked Bakugou quietly.

Someone entered the restroom and Bakugou turned to see it was Kirishima. “Hey, Bakugou - Oh what's wrong?” Kirishima came closer to them.

“We're leaving,” Bakugou said, hugging Midoriya to his chest at having another alpha nearby. “Midoriya's heat came early.”

“Oh. Really. That's too bad,” Kirishima said.

“I-I'm sorry,” Midoriya apologized. “I had to ruin it.” Bakugou caressed Midoriya's green hair.

“Nah. Don't apologize,” Kirishima said.

“T-take me to the car,” Midoriya whispered for Bakugou to hear while Kirishima told them they could catch up another time. Midoriya could feel slick dripping down his thighs and releasing a scent of distress and arousal.

Kirishima smelled it and went to the door, “I'll go grab your stuff and tell them it was an emergency.”

“Thanks Kirishima,” said Bakugou. “Here.” Bakugou digged his hand on his pocket and took out his wallet as Midoriya leaned in to smell Bakugou's scent gland on his neck. He released a calming scent to reassure his omega. “That's twenty for the split,” he said and handed it to Kirishima.

“I'll see you right now,” said Kirishima.

“Please. Tell them I'm sorry,” Midoriya whispered on Bakugou's ear.

“Tell them we apologize and meet us in the parking lot,” Bakugou told Kirishima before he closed the door.

“Sure,” Kirishima responded.

“Rub me a little,” Midoriya pleaded, turning completely to Bakugou and standing in between the sink and Bakugou.

“Just a bit, okay?” Bakugou warned, placing his hands on Midoriya's waist and back.

“Just to calm ahhh,” Midoriya moaned quietly in the end when he felt Bakugou's tongue run on his neck and felt Bakugou's hips rub onto his groin. Midoriya quickly grabbed a hold of his husband's butt, pulling him more to him. “H-harder,” Midoriya pleaded, head back as Bakugou sucked on his mating mark.

Bakugou leaned his head away and grabbed Midoriya's chin to look at him while still grinding their hips on one another. “Let's go home first,” Bakugou apologized before giving him a single wet kiss of promise, care, love, lust and protectiveness.

Bakugou fixed Midoriya's suit and Midoriya did his best to appear calm. “H-hurry,” he pleaded quietly. Bakugou guided Midoriya to the door while kissing his neck from behind and rutting on his ass as a recurring promise Midoriya was to experience back at home. Hopefully in the car.

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Midoriya laid in the back passenger seat and was happy that the windows were tinted enough to remove his belt and unzip his pants. His breathing became labored in pain and arousal. He could hear Bakugou thank Kirishima for grabbing their stuff and apologizing for the inconvenience.

Not soon after Bakugou entered the car and turned the ignition on. “We'll be there in ten minutes,” Bakugou said and looked back as he moved the car back. He caught a glimpse of Midoriya stroking his hard dick and entering a finger inside his wet hole. Bakugou gulped and felt his dick spark to life. Thankfully both of them had seat belts on.

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There was nothing wrong with parking the car inside their garage. Nothing wrong with turning off the ignition and locking the car while still inside. Not even when the sensory light of the garage had went out a minute later to leave darkness at its wake. There was no time to get in bed. Besides, they had always wanted to try it out.

Bakugou grabbed some towels that he left in the passenger seat behind the driver's seat and unbuckled Midoriya from his seat. Midoriya had cum twice in their way here. It took all of Bakugou's willpower to not jerk himself when he was waiting on a red light. Luckily, they have arrived home.

“Come here,” Bakugou said huskily, pulling Midoriya from the passenger seat and guiding him to the back of the van. A perfect spot for the upcoming session. The seats had been changed into their bed like form, waiting for their sweat and moans.

The smell of omega in heat intensified. Midoriya was gently placed onto the bed-like seats, unable to see the face of his alpha as he moved in between his naked legs. It was at this moments that Midoriya realized the intimate thrill that could be felt within him knowing there was no one home for they had no kids and the fact that this was their and not someone else's home. Away from any prying eyes and ears. He couldn't help shiver as the silence and darkness mixed with their breathing. Though dark, Midoriya could feel the hands of Bakugou grab onto his bare hips. He could feel Bakugou's breath start to feather his moist lips.

“I can't believe I have you for myself,” whispered Bakugou.

Midoriya brushed his fingers on Bakugou's cheek before cupping his face and leaning in. His nose bumped on Bakugou's cheek, then moved his lips on Bakugou's ear. “I don't want to hold back no more,” Midoriya whispered breathlessly as he felt Bakugou's hand roam up his inner thigh. Midoriya visibly shuttered, hands gripping Bakugou's arms, back arching and legs trembling as they instinctively closed. Slick started to pool on the towel under them. His inner thighs were the most sensitive area of his entire body and Bakugou took advantage knowing Midoriya will quickly harden after his climax a minute ago. “I want to hear you as well,” Midoriya added before Bakugou ran his tongue on the side of his neck and sucked on his skin. A stuttered exhale escaped Midoriya's gaping mouth.

“I love you so much,” Bakugou said before feathering his lips around Midoriya's face. Lips kissed tenderly on Midoriya's forehead, nose, freckles and lips. He moved against Midoriya, his hips ever so subtly rubbing the sensitive hard on forming in between the two.

Naturally, Midoriya's hands roamed on his alpha's shoulders and down the curve of his waist and down the round ass his alpha so godly has and in which he has never had the opportunity to fuck. Usually, because Midoriya had always liked to be consumed by his alpha's extraordinary sense of painful, stinging thrusts of hot ecstasy.

He couldn't explain how Bakugou's hard throbbing dick whose veins pulsed at the mere sight of Midoriya, could feel so complete within him. A pressure that was able to hit something within him so intense it would make his eyes water in heat and blurry his mind and vision. Dozens of continuous moans that ranged from cute, exotic and sometimes downright monstrous, would slip his needy mouth with every thrust.

Bakugou was going to fuck him. Fuck him like a senseless bitch where no one will be able to stop him unless Midoriya said so. There was nowhere to go and Midoriya was pleased.

Their tongues devoured one another, tasting the dinner wine they surprisingly came to like unlike the others from previous years. Within the darkness, the slap of lips and the sound of popping saliva were a triggered arousal to both their ears.

The cold of late fall was becoming one of the beginning of summer. Their breaths were accelerating as they took in their passion with their tongues running a lick on their bases before Bakugou turned his head to thrust his tongue further inside Midoriya. He sucked Midoriya's tongue as like that of a thin popsicle, slippery and exhilarating.

Midoriya moaned and rubbed his groan more desperately against him, causing Bakugou to gasp and lean away. “I can't wait to try new positions with you,” Bakugou said and removed Midoriya's sweater.

“How new?” Midoriya asked, helping take off his husband's sweater and shirt too.

“Awkward new,” he said before running his tongue on Midoriya's neck and running his hands on his nipples.

“Let me suck you,” Midoriya requested in labored breaths and went to reach for his black pants.

“Whatever you want,” Bakugou said and allowed Midoriya to remove his belt. “But let's do it with you sitting down.”

“Where?”

“Rest your back behind the seat behind us,” Bakugou instructed. He guided Midoriya around the bed-like seat to seat behind the right passenger seat with back resting on it while still sitting on the bed-like seats. Bakugou removed Midoriya's jeans and underwear, leaving him naked like himself. The warmth they believed took over the van contrasted with cold air hitting their hard dicks.

Without ever letting go of Midoriya, Bakugou kneeled in front of him and moved his dick in front of Midoriya's lips who welcomingly opened it at the touch.

Tongue darted out feverishly around Bakugou's penis. Wet and twirling expertly before engulfing it with the entire warmth of Midoriya's mouth. Bakugou released a long moan of satisfaction and praise, hands petting Midoriya's green hair.

“You've gotten better - ugh! Hssss...shit. Fuck. Uuhhh. D-deku! wha- Uhhh. hmm,” Bakugou's eyes widen at the way Midoriya took him to the core of that nerve that had Bakugou's knees trembling and thrusting inside his husband's mouth. Bakugou's hands gripped the seat in front of him and rested his forehead on it as well. “Too much,” he gasped. The vibrations inside Midoriya's throat caused Bakugou to feel out of place in a good way. The hands groping his ass wasn't helping him calm himself. Bakugou couldn't see anything and it just made his other senses heightened.

“S-stop,” Bakugou reluctantly said.

“Too much for you?” Midoriya said, out of breath.

“Fuck yeah,” Bakugou admitted, hand caressing Midoriya's hair. “Let me open you up.”

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The first position was indeed missionary to get things warmed up. Midoriya's promise of not holding back remained at its word.

Midoriya whined breathlessly, as if he hadn't drank water in a long time. Clutching onto the ass of his husband, attempting to bury his dick deeper inside his dripping hole. “H-ar ahh,” Midoriya tried several times to voice out to no avail but had thankfully come across Bakugou who willingly complied.

Much like Midoriya, Bakugou was not afraid to voice the pleasures Midoriya's insides were providing. In the darkness, everything felt more closer. Every inhale and exhale. Every groan and moan. Every whine and gasp. Every slip and slap of wet skin against skin. And every wanting sob intensified in a ten fold.

Bakugou's hips started to quicken pace, a burning peak approaching. At the same time, Midoriya's moans and breathing became irregular and like one may compare to real pain.

Midoriya was close to cumming. And so was him.

Bakugou's teeth brushed Midoriya's mating mark that had healed long ago. His teeth pierced the skin and heard Midoriya yell in ecstasy. All for his omega he so desired.

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No time to waste. The fire within build up again. Midoriya rode Bakugou in the front passenger seat, a normal but refreshing pace. Midoriya made so many exotic facial expressions that turned Bakugou more and more into the edge of climax. Midoriya ran a hand through his green locks with his mouth open and looking up Bakugou in the eye. Fuck. Midoriya bit his teeth in pleasure and moved his hips faster until his body shook, his cum coating Bakugou's chest.

Being fucked from behind while placing his hands next to the steering wheel, was a first in this type of setting. Bakugou had even fucked Midoriya from behind and front, beside the open door to the driver's seat.

“Let me fuck you,” Midoriya said as Bakugou thrusted inside Midoriya in front of the car bumper. “Please.”

“Isn't that weird for an omega in heat?” Bakugou said and stopped.

“Yes. But that doesn't mean I won't get any pleasure from it.”

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“I'm going in,” Midoriya said hungrily, moving his dick in front of Bakugou's twitching stretched hole. Bakugou's face was flushed, hands resting atop his head as he tried to relax himself.

“I trust you,” Bakugou said.

It felt weird having Midoriya take the lead. Especially when Midoriya was in heat. It was surprising how the roles had made Midoriya seem more bigger and predatory. His emerald eyes held a more dirty intent. Bakugou loved it.

Having Midoriya push his dick inside, was making him feel full until it stabbed onto an area of shuttering trembles throughout his body. The slick of Midoriya served as lubrication for Bakugou's ass.

Bakugou had no words to describe the way Midoriya took all that sexual need into him. No slowing down. Going harder and rougher and faster. Hugging the back of Bakugou's knees and thrusting into a different angle.

Harder.

Quicker.

Louder.

It was then when Midoriya took him from behind that brought the true beast within Midoriya. Bakugou's face was pushed onto the bed sheets as his hole was violated to the extreme.

“Finailly,” Midoriya said, reaching to jerk Bakugou's dick spilling precum. Both were close. Both waiting to deliver and to accept.

Like that of the theory of the Big Bang, waves flowed throughout their guts, possessed by loud moans of relief. The house was theirs. The room was theirs. The night was all but theirs.

“Fuck me when I make dinner next time,” Bakugou suggested in a joke. This was to be Midoriya's week.

“I'll love too,” Midoriya responded and gave him a passionate lazy kiss of gratitude and love.

Their house was theirs alone. No person would take that away. Not when Midoriya fucked Bakugou in the kitchen the next morning in bra daylight. Nor when Bakugou's mother called as Bakugou attempted to cook for him while Midoriya thrusted into him, a leg of Bakugou's raised for better angle.

In their home, they were alone and free.

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