Thread by @widowaizawa

happy birthday bakugou 💥

birthday cake lube

#aibaku top!aizawa, bottom!bkg, anal fingering, cock cage, gangbang (implied unless y’all want more of this eventually)

not proofread, very quickly written happy birthday bakugou

The smell of birthday cake lube is rancid. Katsuki hates it dearly but Shouta insists on it every year. He doesn’t even warm it up ever either. Granted, Shouta rarely warms up the lube, it takes too much time that he could be using to torment Katsuki’s ass.

But the fact that it’s birthday cake flavored makes it especially worse.

Katsuki thinks the old bastard uses it /because/ Katsuki hates it. He’s not exactly quiet about that fact, and still Shouta pulls it out. every. year.

“Are you still whining about the lube?” Shouta asks, bored in tone. Katsuki didn’t realize he had been talking under his breath.

“Fuckin— yeah! I hate that shit! Smells like ass,” Katsuki bites back right before two of Shouta’s fingers find his prostate.

He moans and thrusts his hips back to meet the digits.

Shouta delivers a little warning slap to his thigh to tell him to settle. “Funny. I thought it was just your ass that smelt ass,” the older man retorts, unbothered.

“Ha fuckin’ ha,” Katsuki tries to answer in an annoyed jest, but it comes out as a moan.

Shouta hums, shoving his fingers in further, spreading the messy, disgusting lube around his skin. He’s going to smell like too sweet icing for the next fucking week.

“Calm down, I’m almost done,” Shouta orders, authoritative in a relaxed way that has annoyed Katsuki for years. It’s stupid hot and never fails to make his stomach flutter because he wants to listen. Shouta tells him to do things and he’s falling over himself to do it.

“S’just…every fuckin’ year,” Katsuki groaned, dropping his head between his arms.

“And yet, every year you are satisfied. Yes?” Shouta questions back. Katsuki can imagine his stupid, sexy eyebrow raised in that stupid, sexy way that makes him feel so small.

“Smells like shit,” he grunts but it’s all whiny and his face is flushed red because god, Shouta’s fingers always feel so good. They hit all the right places, he can feel how long and nimble they are, all rough and hardened with callouses and experience.

Shouta sighs, long and weary from years of putting up with Katsuki’s complaints. Not that he minds, of course. Clearly not, considering every year they use the fucking birthday cake lube.

“I think it smells divine,” Shouta comes back, sounding like he doesn’t believe himself for a minute.

“This feels like- ah! a p-punishment,” the blond growls, moaning near the end as Shouta works a third finger against his rim.

“It’s a present,” Shouta clarifies.

“Nuh…s’fuckin’ not. Oh god—”

Shouta hums again, this time much more satisfied. Katsuki’s back arches as he tries to push that third finger in deeper, his hole begging to be filled.

“Just a little more,” Shouta soothes softly, fingers digging into the flesh of Katsuki’s hip. Shouta spreads his fingers against Katsuki’s loosened rim, coaxing that third finger all the way in.

He thrusts them in and out at a steady rhythm, not intent on giving Katsuki an orgasm just yet. He hasn’t earned it, and that’s why he’s locked up in his pretty pink cage currently.

“There,” Shouta sighs, satisfied with his work and easing his fingers out of Katsuki’s hole. “Perfect. Everyone should be able to fit,” he remarks, resting a lube covered hand on the blond’s flushed ass.

“Deku…s’fuckin’ huge,” Katsuki babbles out, taking big deep breathes and resisting the whine that threatens to bubble out from his throat. He wants Shouta’s fingers in him again.

“Not that big,” Shouta dismisses, not sounding as put out as he actually is.

Deku’s cock has always been a sore spot for the ex-hero.

Katsuki grunts in disagreement but doesn’t say anything more, too focused on rutting his caged cock against the couch’s rough texture. The cage has no bars though, so he’s not getting much of anything out of it.

He whines at the lack of feeling, pulling a laugh and condescending pat on his ass from his husband.

“Poor Katsuki, all locked up and nowhere to go,” he mocks, voice soft and fond.

“S’not fair. My birthday,” he whines.

Shouta soothes him, rubbing circles against the bouncy flesh of his ass.

“I know, my love. This is a gift,” Shouta reminds him again.

“Smells /awful/,” Katsuki cries, tears pooling in his eyes. Shouta grins at his little toy, all teeth and salacious venom.

“Should we plug your nose? Your mouth too, while we’re at it?” he asks lightly, fingers drumming against Katsuki’s ass.

“Nooo,” Katsuki groans, shaking his head. Shouta gives a rumbling laugh followed by a fond sigh.

“Too cute, boy. Gotta cut it out or you’re gonna give me a toothache,” the older man remarks. His smile softens at his husband, admiring how desperate he looks, how worked up he is from just a little fingering.

“S’not me. S’the fuckin’ lube,” Katsuki grumbles back, his attitude not yet exterminated. They both know that it’ll be gone by the end of the night, once he’s had his fill of cock and cum.

The doorbell rings. “Oh,” Shouta grunts, the couch’s fabric rustling as he shifts off it.

“They’re early.”

Katsuki watches as Shouta rounds the sofa to answer the front door. Katsuki knows who’s behind the door. He knows the list of people he and Shouta agreed upon and he can feel his hole quivering in anticipation. His mouth falls into a line, tense and nervous.

“Hey thanks for coming,” Shouta says once he’s pulled open the door, tone flat and monotone as ever.

There are various returned greetings, some louder than others but nerve wracking all the same. Shouta turns over his shoulder and waves them all in.

They set it up this way, ensuring that they wouldn’t be allowed in until there were all there.

Katsuki meets all their eyes individually. Some are smiling brightly like Kirishima, Deku, and Mic.

Others are smirking and with unconcealed lust in their eyes like Shinsou and Shirakumo with his fluffy indigo hair fluttering ominously. And then there’s Todoroki who’s staring so intensely, Katsuki wants to snap at him to cut it out.

Todoroki has always been intense, but right now he’s digging holes into Katsuki’s skin with just his eyes.

“Welcome to Katsuki’s Birthday Gangbang. Do whatever you want. No blood, no shit, his cage stays on,” Shouta instructs gesturing to the blond who fights against the urge to shrink in on himself.

Katsuki is proud. He always has been, and he will continue to be, even in the face of all these people, friends, who are going to destroy his holes.

“First!” Kirishima shouts, hustling over to Katsuki but he’s intercepted by a wide-eyed, insane-looking Todoroki.

One hand, coated in frost, holding the redhead back, his mouth set into a grim line.

“Not a chance,” Todoroki shoots back, hissing and biting.

“Shouldn’t he be tied up?” Mic asks, pulling his attention away from his two friends.

The older blond is talking with Shouta and Shirakumo, patience and poise registered in all three of their forms.

“He’s a good boy. He knows better,” Shouta shrugs. “Arrangements could be made otherwise,” he follows quickly, shooting a sidelong glance at Katsuki.

“Happy birthday Kacchan!” Deku cheers, somehow right next to the blond already.

He startled, eyes wide and mouth agape. “How the fuck- Oh, god,” he groans, dropping his head to the couch. “Of fuckin’ course. Big dick McGee got to me first,” he spits, glaring at his rival.

“Yep!” Deku grins, clamoring onto the couch so his thick thighs straddle Katsuki’s back. “And we’ve got all night! Might as well get the first one of the way!” he consoles, as if it’s a comfort to be fucked by Deku’s monster cock more than once in a night. (It is.)

“Hey!” Todoroki all but barks, stumbling past Kirishima while pushing him behind.

“I better not have to separate any of you,” Shouta warns from where he’s huddled with his friends. There’s a dark look in his eyes that has all the younger men chastised.

“Punishments are on the table for more than just Katsuki,” he reminds them.

Todoroki looks away, red in the face while Kirishima offers a sheepish smile. Deku, on the other hand, flashes his award winning smile and answers, “Of course, Sir! We know how to behave!”

“Good. Tonight’s about Katsuki. No one else,” he reminds the room. The blond smiles softly, turning his face away from the crowd to hide it.

If only there wasn’t that awful birthday cake lube smell. The night would’ve been perfect. (It already was perfect, with Shouta in it.)

~~~ tbc??? lmk ~~~

continue? (said as if in smash brothers and you die in story mode)