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Hanta’s headset pumps out whimsical music and the laughter of his friends. Saturdays are his favorite day: there’s no obligations, it’s pizza night and his friends are able to play games with him all day. He settles into his gamer chair comfortably, switch held in his lap as he watches his character run around on the computer screen.
“Don’t dig up my flower garden, dude! I spent so long lining them up into patterns.”
“But I don’t have any purple ones,” Denki pouts, his webcam window in the top right. “You’re way better at breeding flowers than me, no fair.”
“That’s because the only breeding you’re good at is with that tight pussy,” snarked back as he hit Denki’s character with a bug net. “I’ll send you a cheat chart, you just need to do the work, pillow princess.”
A huff, the sound of kicking something,” I hate working for it.”
Eijiro laughs loudly, his webcam square in the bottom right. “I can help you, dude. It’s like catching fish, you have to be patient.”
“Easy for you to say, you’re a fish catching god at this game. All I want to do is have pretty flowers around my house.”
“You just want the purple ones because of your daddy,” Hanta teases again.
“There’s nothing wrong with loyalty,” Eijiro interjects. He had no room to talk; his storage was filled with all the red and orange items the game provided.
“Where’s Tetsu? I need back-up against you two babies.”
“Hate to break it to you, Sero,” his red-headed friend answers,” but he’s finally come to the dark side.”
An audible spit take, poor wasted water,” No fucking way. He got himself a daddy?”
“Better,” Eijiro’s grin is wide and proud,” a daddy and a mommy.”
Denki gasps, hand slapping his thigh,” He gave us so much shit and now he bagged himself two sugar babes?”
“A sugar couple,” he clarifies. “He told me about it last week. They picked him up from the bar he works at and he called me asking for advice.”
“I almost don’t believe it,” Hanta snorts. “We’re building a sugar baby cult.”
“More like a support group,” Denki cuts in. “Hey, do either of you—”
The distant slamming of a door and muffled shouting silenced the three friends. Hanta looks over his shoulder, but realizes quickly the sound hadn’t come from his place. He turns back to his screen to watch Eijiro sit up properly, headset slipping down to rest on his neck as he addresses someone off camera.
His mic isn’t muted, making it easy for Denki and Hanta to hear the conversation.
“You’re home early!”
“Things wrapped up a while ago. I had to stay for a luncheon, sucked ass.” Hanta recognizes the gruff and deep voice as Bakugo, Eijiro’s sugar daddy. A tall figure passes in view of the camera, broad shoulders and muscular arms first, then a head of blonde hair as Bakugo leans into Eijiro’s space to squint at the screen. “Have you been on the computer all morning?”
A pout pushes Eijiro’s lips out,” Not all morning, Katsuki.”
A non-committal hum, Bakugo cups his baby’s chin in a big palm. Taking a minute to admire, Eijiro feels his face grow hot, slowly blinking back as his breath hitches from their close proximity. “Did you eat the breakfast I made, baby?”
A small whine, dilating pupils. “Yes, Daddy.”
From the other side of the screen, Hanta shivers. He's no stranger to the intimate relationship a baby has with their sugar babe. This interaction, however, feels almost naughty.
He glances up and is half-relieved to see Denki is no better with his wide eyes and noticeable squirming. Movement draws his attention back, fascinated by gentle hands and a rumbling baritone.
A thumb presses against Eijiro's mouth, pulling down on a plump bottom lip. "Drank all the water too, good boy."
Eijiro does a full body shudder. "I'm a good boy, Daddy."
Hanta feels heat pool between his legs, breath quickening. He presses his thighs together, swallowing down any embarrassing sounds that threaten to interrupt the show.
Bakugo leans in for a kiss, slow and savoring. There's a soft and audible wet sound when they disconnect. Bakugo smiles with all his teeth as he pulls away, charming and sinister all at once.
"Shut it down, baby. It's nap time."
Eijiro's face drops, slumping in his seat as arms cross over his chest. The pout is back, expression stormy and petulant. From Hanta’s perspective it’s fascinating to see a new and different side his friend has never displayed infront of him before. Eijiro is well-known for being helpful and appeasing, the peacemaker of their little friend group.
“But I don’t want to,” he whines.
The reaction is instantaneous, Bakugo’s gaze sharpens and his hands flex. From Hanta’s view he can see the bulge of muscle tighten as hands swivel the chair to face the man, baby and daddy staring each other down. Eijiro’s lip wobbles, eyes darting down and up in a wishy-washy display of submission and defiance. Using his hands on the arms of the chair as balance, Bakugo leans into his baby’s face as a slow and menacing smile stretches his lips.
“You want to repeat that, baby? You really want to test me today?”
“It’s not fair, you said I could play on Saturdays!”
A ‘tsk’ hissing through clenched teeth,” I make the rules, brat. Maybe you need a reminder.”
Hands move to grab at loose sweatpants, stripping Eijiro halfway naked. Thighs try to close, but Bakugo is quicker, spreading them wide to reveal black trimmed hair framing Eijiro’s pussy. Thick fingers trace puffy lips, slowly circling and rubbing until they come away smeared in wet slick.
"Dirty boy, already getting ready for me. Did you push my buttons on purpose, baby? Do you want Daddy to make you behave?"
A moan so filthy pierces through the screen monitor as Hanta watches, his own hands drifting down beneath the waistband of his pajama pants to touch himself. Shame and arousal fight for space in his rapidly beating heart, but his focus never wavers from the scene before him.
Bakugo unzips his fancy pants, an attractive visage with his formal suit attire and fat cock hanging out. Eijiro is visibly shaking as he eyes the way his daddy plays with himself, using slick smeared fingers to stroke up and down the hardened shaft. The dick is thick and veiny, curved up and starting to leak precum. Hanta's mouth is watering at the sight, fingers rubbing his clit at a leisurely pace.
A glance up the screen shows Denki is in no better condition: his tongue is out, eyes glassy and half-lidded. Hanta can't see past his friend's chest but the jerky movements of one arm is proof enough he's not the only one touching himself to this.
A muted slap draws back his attention, the sight and sound of Bakugo smacking the tip of his cock against Eijiro's pussy is pornstar worthy. "Fuck yeah, you want this? You want my cock, brat?"
The defiance Eijiro tried to keep breaks on a sob," Yes, Daddy, Daddy's cock, I want Daddy's cock. Please, Daddy—"
Twin loud moans fill Hanta's ears as Bakugo pushes inside. He laments he can't see where they connect, Eijiro's thigh is in the way, but he can hear the slapping of skin as hips push in and pull away in a steady rhythm. Eijiro's Daddy is grinning, fucking into his baby like a feral beast claiming ownership. Each thrust is rough and hard, hands gripping and keeping Eijiro's thighs spread apart.
Poor Eijiro is a mess within seconds.
"So fucking needy for me. You missed me, baby?" Bakugo is panting for breath, tone gruff and loving. "Fucking missed you. Surrounded by idiots all day. Wanted to stay in bed and take care of you instead of listening to those losers."
A whine, then a series of 'ah, ah, ah's as Eijiro throws out his hands, staring up at his Daddy teary-eyed. Fingers grasp at the smooth material of a suit, pulling insistently, pleading for something. To Hanta's amazement and arousal, Bakugo seems to understand his baby's wants without words, simply lifting Eijiro up and holding him close.
Eijiro is not a small man, a body built with muscle and taller than his Daddy. Yet Bakugo holds him steady, hips bucking up to keep fucking his baby's pussy at a quick pace. The force is strong enough to have Eijiro bouncing a little, legs wrapped securely around a waist as his hole is filled with hard cock.
He's sobbing out slurred praises, a shout of 'so good!' and a whine of 'best Daddy in the world', pressing their foreheads together.
Hanta's pussy throbs. He's envious of Eijiro getting manhandled and fucked. He wishes his own Daddy would come home faster, needs his clit sucked and his pussy fingered.
“Such a good boy. Needed cock to behave, huh?” Bakugo teases, but his voice is still gentle and full of adoration. “You love this cock, yeah? You love getting fucked on this cock.”
Eijiro’s eyes roll back, fingers gripping and pulling hard on his Daddy’s shirt. He’s shaking and moaning, falling apart right there infront of his friends. He’s beautiful with the way his hair clings to sweaty shoulders and his back, a waterfall of red too short to cover the jiggle of a peach-shaped ass. Bakugo lets out a hiss, hips twitching as he pumps his baby full of hot cum.
Eijiro’s voice cracks as he says,” D-Daddy’s got the best pacifier for my pussy.”
Bakugo’s smile is soft like his kiss, peppering his baby’s lips in leisure pecks as they both start to come down. When Eijiro has had enough, too tired to kiss or keep his head lifted, he moves to rest his chin on his lover’s shoulder. Bakugo keeps his hold, one hand moving up and down his baby’s back as he whispers hushed sweet nothings in honey tones. They’ve melted together into combined flesh and love, breathing in sync as they wait for the pleasure to dull and fade into something fuzzy and muted.
A blonde head of hair lifts up, blowing hot air through his nose,” Nap time, baby.”
A muffled ‘yes daddy’ can barely be heard from where Eijiro has buried his face in the crook of Bakugo’s neck. Hanta watches as Bakugo putters around for a moment: moving the chair back in place, getting Eijiro’s headphones off his neck to set down, then leaning over to fiddle with the computer monitor. Suddenly the screen goes black, free show over without a goodbye.
Hanta’s skin is still hot, his hand is still shoved down the front of his pajama pants. Gingerly he pulls it out and his fingers come apart wet and sticky. He aches, desperation clawing up between his legs begging for something, anything.
There’s a whine and shuffling, his eyes darting back to his computer screen. Denki’s flushed face stares back at him, half-hunched over in his chair. He looks on the verge of tears, the frustrated kind.
“Gotta go, need Da— need Daddy—”
Denki leaves him too, the whimsical music of the game they’d been playing now mocking him. He huffs, pushing away from his desk and dumping his switch onto a nearby bean bag chair. He stands on shaky legs, the ache growing the more he tries to ignore the need invading his pores. Distressed eyes land on the bedside table, a silly cat shaped clock branded with the time giving him some relief.
Just another minute, any second now—
The click of the front door, footsteps coming inside. “I’m home.”
Like a man with hellfire on his heels, Hanta bolts from the bedroom and through a hallway towards the kitchen. Shoto stands there, jacket already shrugged off, turtleneck sweater hugging the shape of his chest and arms. Stumbling closer, Hanta lets out a groan, sinking to his knees and immediately gets to work on unclasping Shoto’s belt.
For good reason, Shoto looks down, puzzled. “What are you—”
“Need you,” Hanta breathes, pulling the belt from pants loops almost aggressively,” right now. I can’t wait, Daddy, please I just need you so bad.”
The belt hits the ground with a metal clatter, button and zipper swiftly undone by nimble fingers. Hanta is so desperate his mouth can’t wait long enough to peel back Shoto’s briefs, sucking wetly on the fabric to get a taste of his Daddy’s cock through it. Pathetic pleading noises accompany every lick and suck, saliva leaving a damp patch around Shoto’s crotch.
A hand weaves itself in black hair, pulling Hanta back. Neck craned at an almost painful angle, he looks up at his Daddy’s red face and blown-out pupils. “Greedy, baby. If you wanted to play you should have asked first.”
He realizes his mistake quickly, apologies rolling off his tongue quick and remorseful. Shoto gentles his touch, carding his fingers through his baby’s hair in soothing strokes. Glancing up at the clock and sighing, Shoto comes to a decision.
“On the bed, the red satin ropes. After I’ll order the pizza, okay baby?”
Hanta has never nodded so fast in his life.
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Katsuki wakes begrudgingly when his cell phone starts to buzz on the nightstand. Irritation has his hand fumbling to grab it, answering without looking at the caller I.D.
“Who the fuck,” hissed quietly into the receiver.
Eijiro is a warm weight on top of him, scarlet hair tickling the bare skin of his chest. His cock is half-hard, buried in his baby’s pussy, a tight but pleasant squeeze. Katsuki tries to keep himself from getting too worked up from being angry or horny.
“It’s why the fuck actually,” an annoyed voice on the other line says. It’s Shinso, his mildly annoying acquaintance and accountant.
“Why the fuck what? I paid my taxes and I haven’t touched the trust fund.” To his dismay, Eijiro starts snuffling in his sleep, nose bumping under his chin. He needs his baby to rest if they want to have more fun later. “Make it quick, shithead. I’m in the middle of something.”
Shinso’s tone turns a shade darker and angrier. “Why the fuck does my baby know what your dick looks like?”
Mind derailing like a train skidding off the right track, Katsuki is struck speechless for a moment. Not long after, the telltale sensation of laughter starts to bubble up, body convulsing with the effort to keep it contained. He can’t keep it at bay, however, bellowing out barks of amusement as if imitating a hyena.
He remembers Eijiro playing a game, the headphones, the computer monitor. Too bad he hadn’t been paying that close attention, but his baby has always been an all-consuming distraction.
“Tell your baby he ain’t getting a taste of my dick.”
There’s yelling now, Katsuki has to hold the phone away. Snickering, he hangs up and quickly turns it on ‘do not disturb’ and settles back down. Eijiro lifts his head at some point from all the commotion, blinking sleepily at him.
“Who that, Katsu?”
“No one, baby,” Katsuki’s grin says otherwise, but the hand that pushes Eijiro’s head back down to get comfortable insists on no more questions. “No one that matters more than you.”
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Boots thump loudly against the wooden deck, Captain Bakugo shouts orders at the crew who run around preparing to embark. A command of “hoist the sails” is followed by more hollering and curses, his hearties puttering around frantically to comply.
Ruby eyes watched, noticing a lack of buzzing from a certain tiny being.
Spotting his first mate, Bakugo makes his way over to the dungbie. "Where's my lil feather duster? Why ain’t he buzzing like a bee round the deck?”
Shinso gives him a side-eye,” Sulking down in yer quarters, Captain.”
“Aye?” Worry bleeds at the edges of mind, pushing aside thoughts of their impending saltwater voyage. “Then I leave the departure in your hands— make sure we don’t sink comin’ out of the harbor.”
“Aye, aye, Captain!”
After casting one last look around, Bakugo goes searching for the most precious member of his crew. He enters his quarters and spots a tiny creature resting on his desk. Pixie feet pace the length of a map, fuzzy antenna flick and bounce to the tune of soft, sad humming. The door closes softly, the small figure turning with a flutter of translucent wings.
Stepping closer, Bakugo can make out a pout on pretty lips, two arms decorated in black sleeves cross over a bare chest. “‘ello, my little angel, you hidin’ from me?”
He walks closer to lean down, hands at the waist. This close the pirate can make out long lashes dusting against smooth cheeks, each blink covering then revealing garnet gems. There’s an unmatched beauty in the way those eyes glitter from sunlight filtering through a window, prettier than a simple gold coin. No coffer could compare to the treasure this delicate fairy is to the old salt captain.
“Well,” Bakugo presses, brow raised,” what’s got your wings twisted, little love?”
Only a fool would point out the growing soft belly of the captain. His kindness is reserved for few, but the doted fairy carried the bulk of it.
“I want to go back to the island,” chirps the creature, hips swaying along with the red cloth keeping his modesty.
Bakugo blows a loud sigh, shaking his head. He swallows the regret when his treasure stomps a foot petulantly, the sound of paper crinkling. “We talked about this, my angel. The course to the next harbor won’t take us close enough to make a stop. Another time, I promise.”
Dewdrops glisten and fall down the fairy’s cheeks, lower lip wobbling. “I miss my friends, I want to see Mina and Tetsu again! You promised!”
He isn’t heartless and he wishes it was as easy as breathing to change plans. His companion can see it in his face, expression falling into defeat and misery. The fairy turns to give the captain his back, moody and glum.
His weakness for pleading eyes and wobbly lips almost makes him reconsider. However, the captain has a plan to follow and a crew counting on him to lead the way.
Grumbling, Bakugo pulls out a chair to sit and think over his next words carefully. Fairies could be fickle creatures, dangerous if angered and mischievous when bored. Homesickness wasn’t something Bakugo was familiar with; he was born at sea, living by the sea code and he would die one day at sea, the captain was certain of it. Nonetheless, he felt pity for the poor heartsick creature.
The rumored Fairy Island came with treacherous storms and unpredictable wildlife, and the magic ingrained in the beach’s sand was strong enough to bless and curse any daring mortal soul that wandered across it. It was home to the fabled fairy Fatgum that led old sea dogs back to safer waters when their ships sank. Bakugo grew up listening to the tales when he was just a lad, starry-eyed and hopeful under the guidance of his mentor, Captain All Might, the “Smiling Pirate”.
Eijiro was found trapped in a corked bottle alongside a treasure map while floating adrift at sea.. It was fate that brought them together, human and magical being. In the beginning Bakugo didn’t care about the how or why, lured into greed by the promise of treasure. Now he held a knife under the chin of anyone that dared insult or harm his tiny angel.
The temperamental sea captain wouldn’t hesitate to cut the tongues off of traitors or fairy kidnappers.
A huff kicks those thoughts to dust, refocusing on what was important and infront of him. “C’mere, Eijiro, be a good love and listen to me now.”
Another huff was the answer to his request so Bakugo decides on a different approach. Leaning closer again in his chair, lips pucker to blow faintly against the bare skin of his companion's back. He grins at the way muscles tense and shiver, reaching out with a pinky to delicately trace the shell of a pointed ear. Bakugo takes special consideration in the pressure he uses, careful not to hurt his fragile companion.
"Little love," he purrs, hooking his pinky around that tiny waist. "Don't be cryin'… c'mere and get some kisses, yeah? Make you feel all nice and pampered."
Eijiro perks up a little at that, ears wiggling. "Kisses?” It’s a shy question accompanied by the excited flutter of wings. “I like kisses."
A soft chuckle,” Then turn that cute butt around, little love.”
Eijiro hesitates, digging a toe into the parchment below as he reveals a tear-stained face. Bakugo’s heart breaks at the sight, gently using the knuckle of another hand to wipe the moisture away. He coos and hums, telling his angel that everything will smooth over.
He waits for the fairy to be relaxed, draped half over one finger as another pets a fluff of red atop a small head. Bakugo can’t help himself, murmuring words such as ‘precious one’ and ‘my greatest treasure’ until Eijiro is squirming around to sit comfortably in Bakugo’s palm.
He’s the size of a finch, more precious than a diamond. Bakugo’s greedy mind entertains thoughts of keeping Eijiro with him forever. Humans are cruel, too cruel for someone as innocent as dear Eijiro.
All Bakugo wanted to do was protect him, right?
“You promised me kisses,” the creature reminds him, lounging on his back and spreading his legs, still seated in the pirate’s palm. The red cloth shifts enough to expose smooth thighs and a tiny cock in clear need of pampering.
Who is Bakugo, a mere mortal, to deny a fairy?
Eijiro’s cock is already hard from anticipation of pleasure. Barely the length of Bakugo’s thumbnail, it’s cute and deserves all of the captain’s attention. He rubs the pad of his thumb against it, smiling when Eijiro moans and hips push into the careful application of pressure.
His lips meet warm flesh, lavishing from chest to knee with tender pecks and chaste brushes. He makes sure to get each shoulder too, savoring the way Eijiro’s body shakes on a sigh.
Every happy sound stokes a fire in his belly, his own cock hardening in his trousers. He’ll never get tired of this, better than any whore from the seediest corners of the inland towns.
Pulling back, Bakugo is met with a pretty sight: the fairy languid and open, tiny cock curved up and leaking a different type of dewdrop. He goes back in for a taste, licking the salty liquid away and the droplets that follow from the stimulation. Eijiro moans louder, small hands fisting in blonde hair to tug demandingly for more. It’s an adorable display of silent begging, winding them both up in a heated dance of tongue and flesh.
In a daring gesture, he applies suction and is rewarded with bucking hips, the tiny cock rubbing against his taste buds. Outcries of ecstasy are far better loot and Bakugo means to collect plenty of it, to commit the sounds to memory in hopes he’ll replay this in his dreams tonight.
He pulls back a few inches, barely able to escape the undulating body in his grasp. “That’s it, little love, take pleasure from me. Show me your light.”
Desperate gemstones glitter brighter, looking up at Bakugo in a silent plea. Diving back in, tongue swirling and working in tandem with his lips, the fairy is subjected to an onslaught of pleasurable sensation. Eijiro’s eyes begin to glow a haunting red, body temperature spiking as hot as a burning candle wick. Despite the burn, the pirate doesn’t fear or stop, continuing his efforts to bring his companion the greatest satisfaction.
Bakugo could never fear such a sweet creature. He’s sipped upon Eijiro’s nectar before, gulped it down his throat as easily as a tankard of ale. He wants the taste of honey and fruit to coat his tongue, to carry the flavor with him day after day.
Eijiro thrashes and gasps, burdened by overwhelming lust as he’s worked over by wet lips and a wetter tongue. Finally a burst shoots through his small body, a puff of sparkling magic dust plumes from his cock and eyes. It coats Bakugo’s fingers and mouth in shining red, accentuating the white of his teeth when he leans back with a grin. Eijiro is slumped back, half-curled into a ball, weak arms hugging around the pirate’s thumb.
He’s a shivering mess, whining from the aftershock of an intense orgasm. As beautiful as a glimmering ruby, Eijiro’s whole body pulses a faded red then settles into exhaustion.
“Earned your forgiveness, have I?” A tease, Bakugo settling back in the chair. His own cock strained between his legs, but he could take care of that after a breather. He’d rather his fairy be able to participate and the wait would be worth it.
Whimpers answer him and he coos his affection in a hushed tone, smoothing a finger carefully down Eijiro’s back. The pirate admires his work, licking his lips of any remnants from their oral coupling. He ignores his cock, simmering down for the sake of his miniature lover.
Once the fairy has fallen into a deep sleep, afterglow pulling him into the depths of slumberland, Bakugo tucks his little mate into a basket of fluffed pillows and cotton blankets. He spares one last kiss upon a tiny head of red hair before departing back up to the deck.
Fresh sea salted air fills his lungs, the sweltering sun making him sweat. The ship has navigated out into the shimmering ocean with ease, a vast blue as far as the eye can see. Their path will take them through dangerous waters, skirting the stormlands of the East to avoid the crown’s naval fleet.
“Everything peachy, Captain?”
Shinso forfeits his place at the helm, nodding in respect. Bakugo takes his time to answer, checking the compass to ensure their direction is set right. He trusts his first mate with his life, a forged bond made out of a blood oath and will to survive. The scar splitting Shinso’s bottom lip is a testament to the struggle they face making allies in a world filled with enemies.
“Sleepin’ like a babe,” he drawls,” nothing to get puffed up about.”
A heavy stare rolls over his face, scrutinizing him. Shinso hesitates to speak, but eventually says,” We’re heading towards Rainbow Cross… it’ll take us right to—”
“We don’t have time to stop,” Bakugo cuts him off sharply. “The crown’s bitches are hot on our trail, the chase is still on. Stoppin’ for anythin’ aside from supplies will be a death wish.”
The Gallows was not a place either of them wanted to find themselves. Bakugo will not put himself there willingly.
“S’not right. He doesn’t belong here with us and ya know it.”
A switch is flipped, hellfire ignited in the belly of a beast. A snarl curls the pirate captain’s lips, teeth snapping as he spits,” What the fuck would you know? He stays with me. Question my orders again and I’ll throw you overboard for mutiny.”
Silence falls around the two, a thick tension weighing down their shoulders. Shinso concedes, stepping away to check in on the galley. Bootsteps announce his entry, the two cooks greeting him with oblivious smiles.
“Hey there, handsome,” Kaminari blows him a kiss. “You’re early, dessert isn’t ready yet.”
Sero rolls his eyes, bumping an elbow into his friend’s side. “Less flirting, more stirring. Captain will have our heads if we fuck up the soup.”
After taking a seat, Shinso broods. Unease has wedged itself between his ribs, a painful feeling that stabs at his conscience.
“What’s wrong, my amethyst? As cute as you look pouting, I rather see you smile.”
“I’m not pouting,” he grouses.
Despite Sero’s warning glare, Kaminari abandons his duty to sit next to his lover. A cheek is nuzzled affectionately, sing-song voice imploring,” Talk to me, beautiful.”
Shinso sighs, weighing his options. “I’m worried about the captain,” he settles on, an inconspicuous middleground.
“Don’t worry about him,” Sero loudly exclaims as he’s stirring a large pot. “He’s impatient and shit at telling a joke, but he’s a loyal person. Best captain a pirate could ask for.”
Shinso believed that in the beginning, but developments have his faith wavering. He meets Kaminari’s gaze, innocent eyes blinking back at him. “Are you okay?”
He’s not. He’s a first mate that’s witnessed madness in his captain’s eyes. It could spell doom for them all.
“Hungry,” he mumbles, nails picking at the frayed edges of his tunic. “Get back to yer soup.”
It takes a moment, but soon there’s a kiss pressed to his temple and Kaminari wanders back to his work. Shinso distracts himself by listening to the banter between crewmates, trying not to wander back to thoughts of a fairy trapped in the captain’s clutches.
Fandom: BNHA | MHA
Pairing: BKKR | Bakugo/Kirishima
Rated E: Explicit, Hybrid AU, Bunny Hybrid Kirishima, Wolf Hybrid Bakugo, Bottom Kirishima, kiri w/ a pussy, dubious consent, consensual sex, mating, knotting, dirty talk, teasing, dry humping, oral sex, stalker Bakugo, corruption kink kinda, multiple sex positions, sexy but sweet
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It all starts with a little sound.
It's high-pitched and distressed, a sound of surprise and fear. Katsuki's ears flick and the noise is grating but familiar. He decides to follow instinct and runs after it, chasing the call.
He's met with a pretty sight hidden behind a blueberry bush.
Katsuki's infatuation struggles in one of those human traps, a foot caught in a long, thick string. Cute huffs of frustration draw his attention to pretty lips and a twitching nose.
The bunny has been his desire for months now. Soft red fur and big doe-eyed crimson haunted idle thoughts as the wolf hunted. Their first meeting had been brief, passing by in the meadows, laughter as the prey greeted him politely before taking off with two other rabbits. Katsuki had stalked the woods for him to cast besotted glances and admire from afar.
If most of that admiration also entailed fisting his cock to the thought of knotting the pretty bunny, well that was between the wolf and the forest gods.
The rabbit's ears perked suddenly, head swiveling to notice the predator standing there. Recognition and relief reflected in those pleading eyes, something so beautiful it made Katsuki feel special to be the one it was directed at.
"Mister Wolf! Oh, please mister, I could really use your help!"
Katsuki grunted, coming closer to crouch infront of the prey. Peering down, he could see the rope was thin enough to gnaw through or tear with a swipe of his claws. Perhaps he would have done either if he wasn't distracted by the way the rabbit's legs were splayed wide from kicking around.
Furred thighs tapered off into smooth skin, and nestled there were puffy lips that stole all the wolf's thoughts.
His mouth watered at the mere sight, cock hardening, the head threatening to unsheathe. The urge to bury his nose between those thighs and sniff was near overwhelming.
"Mm… Mister Wolf?"
Ruby snapped up to take in the frightened gaze of the bunny. He must look every bit the predator he is with an open maw, drool slipping down one side of his mouth, ravenous for a taste.
If only silly Ei Bun knew what kind of taste the wolf wanted.
Katsuki shifted closer, a large paw reaching for the trapped foot. Fingers easily wrapped around one ankle, his shadow casted over the smaller creature. His wet nose bumps against an exposed belly and his prey squeaks, legs kicking out on instinct.
The wolf growls, grabbing hold of the other ankle to keep the wiggling body still. "Stop all that, Shitty Hare. Do you want my help or not?"
Ei Bun stilled, watching cautiously. Katsuki resumed his snuffling, tongue peeking out to lick along smooth skin, catching on a nipple. There was more subdued squirming, and then finally a huff.
"Don't eat me, Mister Wolf! I just need your help."
His wet nose slipped further down, taking a long inhale. The smell of something untouched and sweet had his chest rumbling.
"Have you ever been touched, little bunny? Has anyone tasted this pussy?"
"Mister Wolf!" Ei Bun squeaked, scandalized. “Do you mean to eat me?”
Barked laughter met the question, a mischievous smirk lining Katsuki’s mouth as he spoke. “I mean to collect on my payment first for helping you, Shitty Hare.”
Another rumble, a wet tongue flattening against puffy lips to get his first lick. It was sweeter than honey, sweeter than the apples he sometimes ate that fell from the tallest trees. He went in for seconds and thirds, he couldn't stop himself from craving more the longer he tasted.
"Stay still so I can make you feel good," grunted before the tip of a tongue prodded gently.
Ei Bun let out little gasps of 'ah, ah, ah' as the tongue slipped inside little by little. The wolf's tongue was long, slithering further in to curl and lick into the deeper parts of a quivering hole. Still Katsuki hungered, starved from watching and yearning. Now that he was touching and tasting, a fire was ignited in his belly, urging him to do more.
Soft paws massaged at his head, his prey mewling happily as Katsuki ravaged him. He slurped and growled, feasting on pussy juice and the sounds the bunny made. He was becoming addicted, an intense need simmering in his veins making him desperate for more.
In his efforts to get closer to his goal, his wet nose pressed against the rabbit’s clit. There was a squeal and frantic hips humped the wolf’s face.
“Oh carrots, oh, oh!”
Emboldened by the reaction, Katsuki rubs his nose against his prey’s clit for more delicious sounds. Happy moans and pleas for ‘more, more!’ got his tail thumping wildly against the ground. His cock was unsheathed and dripping precum, hips twitching to fuck down into nothing.
“Please, Mister Wolf, oh, please, please!” Ei Bun babbled as he used the wolf’s tongue to fuck himself, almost wailing with want. “Never felt so good, so good, so good!”
Katsuki growled, a thrill and possessiveness urging him to claim the rabbit as his own. He ripped his mouth away, jaw wet with drool and pussy juice.
If Ei Bun wasn’t wailing before, he was now.
“I’ll be good! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please eat me more, Mister Wolf!”
The wolf almost complied, but a greater treat was to be had. Sitting back on his haunches, Katsuki fisted his cock, squeezing tightly to keep his knot from forming. The bunny quit his whining, but his hips bucked into the air to demand more attention.
“You want this, little bunny? You want my fat wolf cock?”
The beautiful rabbit bit his lip, ears dropping to shield his vision in embarrassment. After a moment, one red poppy eye peeked. “You want to mate me, Mister Wolf?”
“Katsuki,” he urged. “If I claim you here and now, if you are to be mine forever, at least say my name.”
“Ka—,” began with a smile,” —tsuki, my mate.”
He wasn’t prepared for the way that made him feel, how cute and sweet his name sounded on the rabbit’s lips. “Your name is Eijiro. I heard your friends call you it.”
There was surprise, then a bigger sunshine smile. “Your mate, Eijiro.”
A happy growl, Katsuki repeated the name with affection as he hovered again over the smaller prey. Eijiro was not afraid, looping his arms around the wolf’s neck this time. When their noses touched, he huffed an angelic laugh. Coy fingers played with Katsuki’s soft ears, turning the predator on more.
“I know you watch me a lot,” Ei Bun confessed. “I like it. Will you still watch me after we mate?”
The wolf chuffed, eyes narrowing. “I’ll have to protect you when you’re vulnerable. You’re never leaving my sight after this, got it? You wanted this so don’t go complaining when it’s all said and done.”
The bunny only laughed once more, rubbing their noses together more firmly. He stuck out his tongue to lick at any part of Katsuki’s mouth he could reach.
“I’ll protect you too,” Eijiro promised. “I’ll have your back forever, my mate.”
Heart squeezing painfully with love, the wolf couldn’t remain patient. He needed to be inside and claim Eijiro, to scent and mark his pussy with sticky hot cum. Everyone should know who beautiful and sweet Ei Bun belonged to.
“Open your legs,” he demanded, moving closer when he could, cock aligning.
The first push was a miss, pussy lips slippery from Katsuki’s feasting. The second was successful, tip catching and slowly being worked inside. Eijiro’s hot breath puffed against his face, whimpering while trying to be pliant. Katsuki took his time as much as he could because Eijiro was worth it.
When they were pressed flushed together, the bunny twitched and moaned at the feeling of being full. His legs kicked involuntarily into the air, jolts of pleasure zipping up his spine to tease him. Every part of the rabbit’s body tingled and buzzed, yet it still wasn’t enough.
“Mate,” Eijiro began to beg. “Mate me, Katsuki. I want to be mated with you.”
Who was he to deny both their wants and needs?
The pull back makes Eijiro whimper for another reason, the need to be refilled with his wolf’s cock made him want to cry. Katsuki didn’t leave him wanting for long, the first snap forward rolling his body against the grass. He did a full body shudder, regaining enough sense to wrap his legs around the predator’s hips.
“Oh Katsuki,” he moaned as the thrusts picked up speed. Katsuki fucked him like an animal, rutting his hips so strong and fast Eijiro was forced to ride the waves of pleasure. His bunny feet stretched forward, toe beans splayed wide as he took everything Katsuki gave him.
When the knot formed inside, Eijiro did cry from how good it felt to be stretched even more. His babbling was back, praise and pleas encouraging Katsuki’s feral side to rear its snarling head.
Ei Bun squealed as his knees found a place beside his ears, bent in half as Katsuki lost himself in the claiming. Each pump of his cock was better than the last, pussy juice shining along both their thighs from how wet Eijiro had become. One last harsh thrust and a groan signaled the wolf was cumming, hot seed making a home inside Eijiro. The sensation was too much, the rabbit’s body thrashing around as his pussy spasmed wildly, screaming as he came on that knotted cock.
Fandom: BNHA | MHA
Pairing: BKKR | Bakugo/Kirishima
Rated M: Mature, Hybrid AU, Dog Hybrid Bakugo, Barkugo, Knotting, Mounting (a toy), Voyeurism, Masturbation, Rutting, Hand Job, Under-negotiated Kink, Heavy Petting, Developing Relationship, Pining Bakugo, Falling In Love, Courting, Possessive Behavior, Misunderstandings, Feelings Realization, Light Angst, Past Abuse (hybrid breeding mill)
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“I’m so sorry,” Eijirou apologizes, pulling harder on a flashy, red collar to keep the hybrid from attacking. The growling and barking overshadow his words, sharp teeth snapping aggressively.
All their outside social interactions end in disaster, and it leaves Eijiro full of frustration and disappointment.
Katsuki, his hybrid companion, proudly walks through the apartment door with his chin raised high after successfully scaring off the neighbor again. Eijiro sighs deeply, undoing the leash and sitting down to take off his shoes. “C’mon, buddy, we’ve been over this. If you want to go outside we have to stick to the three rules: don’t run off without me, eating trash is gross and no fighting.”
He feels bad scolding his puppy. As a rescue, Eijiro knows he needs to be patient with the hybrid. Katsuki was half-raised in a hybrid mill, locked in a small cage with another hybrid in awful conditions and underfed. As a result, Katsuki has a laundry list of behavioral issues that need to be worked out and any form of stress appears as aggression.
Soured by the false notion they were making progress, Eijiro has a moment of doubt. What if he wasn’t suitable to help Katsuki heal? His fondness for the hybrid bloomed stronger every moment they spent together and the thought of giving his companion up tore at his heart.
A chuff next to his ear scatters the metaphorical stormy cloud, Katsuki plastering himself to his owner’s back. Eijiro feels his heart melt as tiny licks swipe over his neck. These sweet moments chase his doubts away and he knows giving Katsuki to anyone else isn’t an option.
He has Katsuki’s trust, and earned it. If Eijiro throws it all away now, the hybrid will never open his heart up to anyone again.
“Okay, Katsu,” reaching behind him to scratch at a blonde-furred ear,” one step at a time.”
With new resolve, Eijiro decides a call to the specialized interspecies vet is in order. Doctor Midoriya is a kind soul who never complained about Katsuki’s tendency to bite and scratch, and always expressed interest in the hybrid’s development.
“I don’t think you’re doing anything wrong intentionally,” the doctor says after Eijiro’s long-winded explanation of the last few weeks since their last appointment. “But I must remind you that Kacchan is a dog hybrid— a naturally territorial breed! It’s fascinating how protective they become when attached to places, objects, and, of course, people they find comfort in. Research has taught us so much about the emotional responses a hybrid species can have based on many different factors—”
“But what does that mean for Katsu?” Eijiro has to interrupt or the ramble could be unending.
“Oh! Well, my theory is that because Kacchan is a fertile male, and it’s not uncommon for them to be aggressive when attempting to court a mate, the best course of action is to get a—”
“Hold on,” Eijiro’s head is spinning,” what do you mean by mate? He won’t talk to other hybrids. I’ve tried to get him to be social, but he always ends up getting real mean.”
The vet gives a nervous laugh,” I have reason to believe the person he’s trying to court… is you.”
“KATSUKI?!”
Twin fluffy ears perk up, the hybrid waking from his nap with a snort. Ruby eyes blink up at him blearily, Katsuki stretching out from the corner of the couch, toe beans flexing. After shaking himself awake, those eyes narrow and a lip peels back to bare teeth.
“No Deku!” A snarl rips from his throat, lunging to try and knock the phone from Eijiro’s grip. Eijiro keeps his feisty puppy away with a strong hand, catching snippets of Doctor Midoriya’s rushed words.
“A mount! Buy a mount and have Kacchan use it. It’ll need to be cleaned frequently, and you might have to assist him, but it should lessen his aggressive behavior. Maybe even improve it!”
“Thank you,” Eijiro shouts into the phone and hangs up, dropping it onto the couch. His grip on Katsuki loosens, allowing the hybrid to jump onto his chest and push him down.
The snarling gradually subsides, a glare shifting from the device to the owner’s face. “No Deku,” a huff and then a wet nose wedges itself between Eijiro’s neck and shoulder.
“I’m not taking you to the vet,” he promises, petting a hand across soft fur. “I was… thinking about getting you a new toy.”
Katsuki’s head pops up, his mood changing within seconds. He does that cute thing where he tries to keep his tail from wagging. “Toy? Give me a toy.”
Laughter bubbles from his chest, the hybrid chuffs at being moved from the boisterous amusement. “I’ll get you a toy. It’s going to be a surprise.”
A suspicious squint,” I will like it?”
Eijiro tries to imagine the mount, an object he’s seen before at a friend’s place for their own hybrid. Maybe he’ll get Katsuki a red one made of a soft interior to cushion his… red rocket.
While clearing his throat, he scratches behind Katsuki’s right ear. “I promise you’ll love it.”
Eijiro Kirishima is about to learn how committed he is to the puppy-eyed Katsuki.
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It arrives on his day off, discreetly packaged and in a large box. Katsuki pretends to ignore him, but Eijiro can tell the hybrid is listening intently; his ears twitching or flicking to the squeak of styrofoam and cardboard.
The mount is genderless, a half-shaped body with a plump rump covered in reddish peach fuzz. Sinking two fingers inside it, Eijiro feels the hole and the silky entrance bends to his will. Satisfied by his test, he softly calls for his curious companion.
Katsuki cautiously approaches, sniffing the air as he creeps closer. He gives his owner a perplexed look,” What the hell is this thing?”
“It’s called a mount, you use it for… stress relief.” When the look doesn’t change, he runs a hand through his hair. “You’re going to… mate this thing so you feel better.”
“Hah?! I’m not doing it!” Katsuki crosses his arms, a low growl rumbling from his lips.
Eijiro let out an embarrassed sound,” I know you want to mate me, but we can’t… we can’t do that, okay? So this is the next best thing I can get for you right now.”
A pout,” Why can’t I mate you?”
“It’s— well, it’s complicated.”
More pouting, creeping closer to inspect the new “toy”. “If I use it, will you be satisfied?”
Eijiro perks up in hope,” Yes! I want you to feel good and be good! And I’ll help you.”
Katsuki gets shy at that, shifting close enough to snag a claw against the fabric of Eijiro’s shirt. “I’ll be good.”
With a smile, Eijiro directs the hybrid to undress, positioning him infront of the mount. As nervous as Eijiro feels, something hot bubbles in his chest. After days of reading about the proper way to help a rutting hybrid, he finds the courage to rub between Katsuki’s legs.
A whine breaks the silence, the stimulation has Katsuki’s dick peeking out. It’s an angry shade of red, hips pushing into his hand for more friction. Slowly Eijiro helps guide the hybrid to sink into the mount, paying attention to the pitch of Katsuki’s grunts.
“How’s it feel, Katsu?”
Instead of giving a verbal answer, Katsuki turns his head to lick at his human’s face. Beautiful ruby eyes are unfocused, hips pushing forward and back in a humping motion. Eijiro moves his hands to gently cradle the hybrid’s hips, nails scratching idly at lightly-furred thighs. The grunts switch to whines and tumble into happy growls, Katsuki nipping and licking at Eijiro’s face.
“Good boy,” the human murmurs, feeling the excited wag of Katsuki’s tail when he says it. “Good boy, such a good boy, Katsuki. My good boy.”
“I’m ah— Ei!”
A howl rips from the hybrid’s throat, the loud sound of liquid splatter is heard as Katsuki knots and cums into the mount’s hole. Eijiro pets him through it, removing a hand from one of the hybrid’s hips to pet down his back. Katsuki’s tail happily wags the entire time, whining and humping into the toy until he’s spent.
He looks back up at Eijiro with a vulnerable expression. “I showed I’m a good mate. I can knot you next?”
Brain short-circuiting, Eijiro feels his hole clench. Maybe he’s a little more than willing to spoil his good puppy, gods help him.
The multiple posters on his wall, figurine collection, comic books, and additional fan merch that's burned a hole in his wallet can attest to that. The plushies that share his bed are also a sign, and they've been witness to his more embarrassing fan moments.
“Oh fuck me, please, please—”
He would be embarrassed if anyone saw this, naked in bed, All Might covers thrown off the bed to keep them from getting dirty. The only thing he can focus on is how wet his pussy is, the way his clit throbs with each rut of his hips down into the soft cotton of his Dynamight plushie. He’d feel bad about soaking the material in pussy juices if it didn’t feel so damn good.
He’d also feel bad for cheating on his Crimson Riot plushie, but his new favorite rubbed along his clit was too good to care. His more recent crush on the explosive hero left little else to think or be horny about.
“Ah, ah, I’ll be good, good for you,” he moans, running two fingers against the clean shaven pussy lips to part them. His thighs trembled, the rolling waves of an impending orgasm threatening to shake him apart. Imagining rough, battle-worn hands touching along his chest and hips, playing with his nipples, it all edges Ei closer to cumming. “B-Being good— oh, yes, yes, yes!”
The heat of pleasure reaches a boiling point, intense enough to leave Eijiro gasping for air as he squirts all over the cotton toy. His thighs shake from the force of it, body doubled over as he ruts, fucking down onto the soft plush until it becomes too much stimulation.
He falls onto his back, legs apart as he shakes through it. The room is filled with his panting breath, a hand rubbing idly up from his stomach to his chest then back down in soothing motions. The coming down part is his favorite, satiated laziness leaving each limb loose, skin tingling as the AC kicks on to blow cool air over his hot skin.
When he gets the energy to sit up, he reaches for the Dynamight plushie, wincing at the mess he’s made of the fun-sized hero.
“Sorry dude, I’ll clean you up, don’t you worry!”
He hummed, wiping himself clean with a towel, throwing on some shorts then taking it and his new favorite buddy to the laundry room.
———
Ei must be dreaming.
He pinches himself twice just to be sure he isn’t. Mina slaps him on the back, waving a hand infront of his face to help him get over the shock. “Earth to Ei-chan! Helloooo, don’t faint now! You’re about to meet your hero.”
The problem is he’s frozen in place, legs locked up like bambi trying to learn how to walk for the first time. He’s petrified of the idea his knees will buckle and smashing face first into the hard floor right infront of his idol and crush.
“Baby,” Mina is laughing lightly, patting his back in encouragement,” you’re ruining your own moment. Get out of that hollow head of yours and move!”
The line was getting shorter, he could see the table now, and one tentative step after another brought him closer to the figure seated at it. Dynamight was a large man, his arms could choke out a villain in seconds, his thighs could crush a watermelon, and the deep red of his eyes melted hearts as much as his quirk defeated villains. He was loud and a little harsh for a hero, but Eijiro found himself drawn in by the manly fortitude and confidence Dynamight exuded.
It wasn’t a secret that despite his outwardly crass appearance, the explosive hero earned the admiration of many through his acts of kindness. One of Ei’s favorite videos taken of the hero was of him saving a cat from a tree for a crying little girl. The soft tone of his voice and the patience towards the blubbering child showcased the true hero beneath the costume.
One moment he was blinking and then the next he’s holding his breath as carmine meets crimson.
Dynamight blinks back at him, eyes roving from his awestruck gaze and down to his shaking hands fisting the hem of his dorky Crimson Riot sweatshirt. Eijiro feels faint, breathing through his nose, thankful for the hand Mina has on his back to ground him.
When they lock eyes again, the hero’s lips split into a cocky smirk.
“Well isn’t it my lucky fucking day,” Dynamight places an elbow on the signing table, chin in hand as he doesn’t take his eyes off Eijiro for a second.
Is he as red as his dyed hair? Definitely because holy smokes, how can one man be so hot?
“What’s your name, Red?”
Ei stammers out his name, and like a waterfall his fanboy comes out, gushing about how heroic he thought Dynamight was, how cool the hero costume looked, the growing collection of Dynamight merchandise he had taking up space in his room.
“You like my face that much, Red?”
Ei squeaks, embarrassment making a home all over his face. “I—”
“You should show me it sometime. Here, let me get you an autograph,” the hero snatched a poster from the signing pile, one of Dynamight grinning in a vaguely threatening pose. In a neat script with a red sharpie the hero’s name appeared, but Dynamight wasn’t done, turning the poster around on the blank side, scribbling quickly before rolling it up.
He stood up, the height making Eijiro’s mouth dry as he peered down with hypnotizing red eyes, tapping one end of the poster to Ei’s chest. “The back has my number on it. You should text me sometime, set up a date so you can show me all the cool shit of me you have.” There was a pause, Dynamight’s eyes flickering to Mina who stood still and quiet, watching the exchange. “Unless your… girlfriend has a problem with that?”
“Just a friend!” She quickly threw in, high-pitched in wonder, eyes wide. “Super cool to meet you, right Ei?”
Eijiro was gripping the poster like a lifeline, afraid of it disappearing if he even thought of setting it down for a second. He nodded numbly, looking up from the gift he’d been handed to see his idol winking.
The hero’s manager finally cut in, urging the hero to give Mina her signed poster and moving them along so the line could continue. Ei was thunderstruck all the way to the car.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” Mina squealed as she reached over to buckle herself in. “Baby Ei’s first whorepportunity! And with Dynamight? Did you see the way he ate you up? Oh my god we have to call Denks after this and tell him, he’s going to freak out.”
Eyes fixated on the poster clutched carefully in his hands, Ei tried to remember how to breathe. “Mina?”
“Yeah baby?”
“I’m going to let him ruin my pussy.”
His friend laughed as she put the car in reverse, ready to drive her lovestruck boy home. “Oh sweetheart, I’ll be disappointed if you don’t put all our hoe lessons to work.”
———
A heavy knock on the door had Eijiro jumping to his feet.
He spent all morning hyping himself up, cleaning his apartment, trying to shake the nerves that crawled along his skin like a thousand centipede legs. Texting one of the top heroes of Japan was already a crazy idea, and inviting him over for lunch with the intention of getting his brains fucked out was even crazier.
And he was about to answer the door in booty shorts, no shirt and his hair tied back loosely. Would that be enticing enough? Should he have bought a doormat that said ‘a whore lives here’?
Another knock, louder this time, has him stumbling forward, opening the door with as bright a smile as he can muster. He’s not disappointed by his visitor, tall and handsome, dressed in ripped jeans and a shirt too tight for the bulge of muscle it struggles to cover. Dynamight tips his baseball cap up, peering at Ei with mischief twinkling in his eyes.
“Gonna invite me in, Red?”
He shyly steps aside, allowing the hero inside. As he watched the big hero meander around looking at photos and the things in his apartment, the magnitude of the situation was dawning on him.
Self-doubt started taking root, ugly thorns pinching and biting, leaving misery bruises blotting across his suddenly aching chest. What would someone famous and incredibly strong want from him anyway? His ass didn’t even look that great in these shorts and he must’ve looked like a clueless teenager answering the door—
Fingers skim the underside of his chin, tilting it up to meet his guest’s gaze.
“What’s the matter, Red? Having second thoughts?” Leaning in closer, Ei gets caught in the emotions he finds behind those carmine eyes, deciphering lust and affection, worry and care. “Are you scared, sweetheart? I’m not here to hurt you, I promise.”
Dazed, he lifts up a hand to touch the other man’s wrist, fingertips skimming up along the back of a broad hand. There’s so much strength lying beneath the gentle touch that melts him down into a swirl of liquid, shaping himself into a mold worthy enough to be admired, to be held in such powerful hands. He wants to be cupped in these hands forever, cherished and tasted.
“I know you wouldn’t”, he says breathlessly,” you’re my hero.”
A smirk as another hand comes to rest on Eijiro’s hip, fingers splaying wide. “How about you call me your daddy, gorgeous?”
Eijiro’s face burst with warmth, whining as he pressed his forehead into a broad chest to hide his growing embarrassment and arousal. “You’re teasing me!”
The laughter confirmed his suspicion, rumbling deep, an attractive sound that made him want to drop down on all fours and present right there. He was fucked (and wanted to be fucked too).
“I can’t help it when you look so cute.” Head pushed back, Eijiro’s gaze is guided back to intense carmine, shining with a new seriousness. “But if this is too much, if you want to stop—”
“I want you,” he interrupts, stumbling over his words.
It earns him a chuckle and without hesitation, they’re kissing. Ei moans, finally brave enough to reach up and grip the hero’s shoulders. He opens up on the first swipe of tongue, letting out little whimpers as he’s kissed breathless. Dynamight is warm everywhere, spreading heat where he touches, burning himself into Eijiro’s skin like a brand.
When they break apart, he can’t help how he licks his lips, leaning closer for another. Dynamight stops him,” Bedroom, Red. I need to get you comfortable.”
The nerves spring up again for a hot second, but Ei pushes it down with the rest of the butterflies threshing in his stomach as he takes the hero’s hand to guide him. He feels flustered again realizing how much of a fanboy he’s about to look now that his hero posters and merchandise is clearly displayed. His favorite is sitting on the bed, pristinely clean and staring at them as they enter.
“Cute,” the hero snorts, looking around. “You must really like my face if I’m the first thing you wake up to every morning.”
“It’s a cool poster!”
“You stare at it for any particular reason?”
Ei pouts, huffing defensively. “No.”
Dynamight looks a little disappointed at the admission. He eyes the bed, feral smile returning. “Tell me what you like, baby. How do you get off with all your favorite heroes as an audience?”
Ei’s legs feel like jelly as he looks at his Dynamight plushie that shares his dirty secret. Well, it shouldn’t have to stay a secret now, right? He points at his accomplice, looking down at his feet. Dynamight, the real in the flesh one, looks confused for a few moments.
“Oh fuck,” he moans,” little me is getting all the action and I’m not?”
His tall frame strides over and picks up the soft toy, turning it around in his big hand, eyes scrutinizing as if he can find the cum stains Ei had left behind. There won’t be any, and he’s not sure if that’s a good or bad thing at this point.
A turn, waving the thing in the air. “I want a show.”
“A,” he gulps,” show?”
“I said I wanted to know what you like, how you do it,” and could this man be any more attractive with his confident attitude and the way he eats Ei up with his stare? “And I need compensation for missing out on all the times you came on my face with this thing.”
“I-I don’t know how else to do it!”
“Oh baby,” the hero purrs,” I’ll teach you everything. But you have to be a good boy and earn Daddy’s touch.”
And that’s how Eijiro finds himself on his bed, plushie in hand, shorts off and pussy wetter than the ocean.
Dynamight— no, Daddy watches from the edge of the bed, looming over him like a dark shadow, ready to devour and feast at leisure. Eijiro is serving himself up on a silver platter, settling in the middle of the bed on his knees, pussy bare and ready to be rubbed, clit throbbing from being stared at.
“Just clit stimulation? You’re cute, baby.”
Ei whines, biting his lip. He’s shaking a little, thighs trembling to hold himself in position. How should he start? Does Daddy want him to moan loud or be quiet? Does Daddy want him to go fast or slow—
A hand reaches out to cup his cheek, a thumb rubbing in an easy pattern along his jawline. “Deep breath. Slow baby, real slow. Ease into it. We can stop at any time, but I want you to try for me, okay?”
“Yes Daddy,” pushes up from his lungs as easy as breathing, the touch giving him the courage to press down until pleasure shoots through his pussy like lightning. He moans, a quiet sound, rotating his hips slightly to find the best angle to catch his clit.
The plushie cushions his pussy, soft cotton rubbing in the most delicious way, caressing his pussy lips like a lover’s kiss. When his eyes fall shut, it’s easy to fall into the familiar rhythm of rutting, whimpers and gasps punched from his lungs as pleasure starts to build slowly.
He doesn’t mean to flinch when fingers swipe through his hair, peeking to see his Daddy watching him with hooded eyes. “You’re beautiful, baby. So good for me, yeah, you like how you feel? Does it feel good for you?”
Ei can’t form a coherent word, answering with the desperate grind of his hips, chasing after euphoria. He must look like a pathetic mess, all panting breath and lewd undulating movements.
“What a cute slut,” the hand sweeping from hair to chest, tweaking a nipple,” moan louder for me.”
“D-Da—”
“Louder,” is growled right against his mouth.
“Daddy,” he moans and reaches down to finger his clit as he ruts like a bitch in heat. “M’good, please, tryin’ t’be g-good.”
Large calloused hands grab his hips, helping him bounce up and down, an imitation of what the hero could be doing to him right now. The cotton between his legs is soaked, the slide so much smoother and pleasurable it has his eyes rolling back.
“If you want to be good, you’ll cum and show me that fucked out face.”
He doesn’t know exactly what does it, maybe that voice or the feeling of being watched, but Ei is coming undone quicker than he ever has before. The slow climb of heat he’s used to has morphed, turning into a flood that fills and plays along every nerve. His thighs are wet with slick, trembling as he climbs higher and higher to the peak, letting out a pleasured squeal at the sudden plummet that is his orgasm.
He cums with a full body shudder, an earthquake of tingling sensation that flows from the crown of his head and pools into the tips of his toes. His legs shake like a rattle, knees knocking together with the force of his pleasure. It's made all the sweeter by moaning into his hero’s smirking mouth, the ghost of lips brushing against his own in an almost-kiss.
The shivers continue as Eijiro starts to come down, biting his lip. His pussy lips are puffy from the rubbing, he can’t feel his fingers where they’re still white-knuckle fisted into the sheets around him. The Crimson Riot patterned blanket is going to need to be washed from the mess he’s made on top of the bed.
Dynamight is speaking gentle praises, muffled through his fuzzy brain. “So sweet for me, baby. Looking like a gorgeous slut when you whine for me. How’s that virgin pussy feeling, hm?”
When Ei tries to speak, his tongue flops desperately, trying to form syllables and vowels. “G-Good, Dah-ddy.”
Without warning, the man is now behind Ei, hips pushing into his own. The first gasp rolls into a second then a whine, overstimulation forcing the breath from his lungs. As his Daddy pushes his pussy back down to rub against the soaked toy, Ei helplessly trembles, too fucked out to move away.
“Let’s see how much more you can take,” purred next to his ear.
“Nngh, but I-I can’t,” his eyes shut tight against the overwhelmed feeling that floods his pores, hunching over, but there’s no escape. “Daddy, please, pl-please!”
“So good for me, baby. Look, even your hips are moving on their own a little. Being such a good boy for me, take everything I give you.”
Eijiro's body shakes in tremors, his next words choke on a sob. Fat, over-stimmed tears slowly trail down each cheek. He feels like a mess, but it’s good, so good he can’t fathom how he could feel any better.
“What an adorable slut,” Dynamight coos, one hand squeezing a thick thigh, the other on Ei’s stomach to keep him steady. “Obedient boy, gonna cum for me again, aren’t you? Going to be very good for me?”
Eijiro is gasping, nodding frantically. He wants to make his Daddy proud, pushing passed the overwhelming fire that’s strumming through his pussy and spine. The squelch of his humping plays a lewd soundtrack to the dirty whispers in his ear. More tears flow as it becomes too much friction, too much pleasure.
“Can’t wait to fuck your tight hole next, baby.”
Eyes rolled back, tongue out and drooling, “Fffffuck!”
He never knew hurting could feel so good, slick coating the sheets, the Dynamight plushie tainted with cum. His hips stutter and press down as euphoria sets his body ablaze once again.
Ei must’ve blacked out because one moment he’s shaking like a leaf in the wind and the next he’s curled against a warm chest, nose buried in a sweaty neck. He smells faint cologne, humming as hands massage up and down his back in soothing motions.
“With me, baby?”
He hums again, nose bumping against a strong jawline. Although his mind is fuzzy, it’s not bad, caught in a floaty feeling he doesn’t hate.
When he’s offered water, he drinks, and when he’s given a kiss on the forehead, he melts. Blinking slowly, he tilts his head trying to look up, and when his hero smiles back Eijiro thinks he might know what heaven looks like.
“Rest, sweet thing,” Dynamight urges, fingertips drawing patterns along his skin,” you’ll need the strength for the real thing. If you think you can handle it, baby.”
Fandom: BNHA | MHA
Pairing: BKKR & KRBK | Bakugo/Kirishima
Rated T: SFW w/ mild sexual tension, mostly romantic fluff & hurt/comfort, 3rd year au, kissing + intimacy, second-hand embarrassment for bakugo, for lots of kissing, also embarrassed bakugo, mina is a good friend, light angst w/ a happy ending
Also found on ao3.
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Bakugo Katsuki is good at everything.
Until he isn’t, but nobody tells him that, not at first. And by nobody that would be his bestfriend, former crush, current boyfriend of two years, Kirishima Eijiro.
It took a lot of dancing and pining before the two got together. Eijiro had to do most of the heavy emotional lifting to get to the mutual confessions, but it had been worth it to get to now, to holding hands and kissing each other in quiet moments between class and school work.
Eijiro prided himself on honesty and open communication, navigating the hardships of any relationship with care and patience. He's cracked Katsuki's tough shell, carving himself a door to knock on when things get rough so he could be let in.
But how do you tell your boyfriend he absolutely sucks at kissing?
He endures it for two years before the sturdy hero crumbles and confesses to Mina, the only person he trusts not to blow up and tell everybody (not Kaminari who can't keep a secret to save his life).
She loses her shit, and rightfully so.
Eijiro waits her out, sitting cross-legged on her bed, watching her roll with laughter, wiping tears from her eyes before it smears her eyeliner. He sighs, chin in hand, elbow on knee, patient.
"B-Bakugo can't ki-kiss?!"
"Shh! Not so loud! The walls aren't that thick, Mina," he complains in a hushed tone. He knows he'll be in big trouble if anyone were to overhear; the idea of Sero and Denki's taunting alone has him frowning.
"I can't believe this. Am I in a fever dream?"
Eijiro wishes.
"It's not that he can't kiss," Eijiro stresses, because of course Katsuki knew how to give gentle kisses against his temple on bad days or soft presses of lips on aching hands," it's just when things get... heated he loses it a little."
Mina finally settles, pink hair a mess.
“What do you mean by that?”
He lets out a frustrated whine, falling back to sprawl against the bed. "He doesn't know how to, like, use his tongue? He gets really into it, but he doesn't know how to make it good. It's really sloppy and just... I don't know. I feel bad saying it."
Eijiro didn't really care, not when he got to fall asleep next to his boyfriend every night, not when their dates were filled with laughter and sweet, whispered words.
He didn't need their makeouts to make his toes curl and leave him shivering. He just wanted the intimacy.
“You look like a kicked puppy.”
He groans, scrubbing his hands down his face. “You’re not helping. You’re supposed to be helping.”
“Honey, why don’t you suck it up and tell him?”
“Because he’ll never talk to me again if I do. You know how Katsuki can be…”
Temperamental. Private. Prideful.
And very much in love with Eijiro as much as Eijiro was in love with him. It feels like a low blow, it shouldn't make him yearn the way he does. But how much happier would he and Katsuki be if they both knew what they were doing?
"You could teach him," Mina suggests. "If you sit him down and talk to him, give him a day to stew about it, then show him what you want."
He supposes that's true, easy enough. So why is he so scared he's about to mess up everything by being greedy?
"How do I tell my boyfriend he's a lousy kisser when he doesn't like to admit he's bad at anything?"
A sound, something hard hitting the ground, the flap of paper. Eijiro looks up, heart dropping down into his stomach.
Because Katsuki is looking at him with heartbroken eyes.
Shit. Fuck, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, and more shit.
"I-I, what are you doing here?"
Smooth. Eijiro wanted to bash his head against the wall, unhardened. Katsuki's eyes were shining rubies, beautiful and sad, and full of emotion, but hurt being the most prominent.
His focus shifts to the magazine that's been dropped to the floor. It's a fitness book, they'd been talking about getting new weights, Eijiro could use a new punching bag, something custom made with a Red Riot logo perhaps.
Now he feels even more like an ass.
By the time he looks back up, Katsuki's gaze has sharpened, no longer vulnerable. His walls were up, ruby eyes turned into broken glass, threatening to tear Eijiro open, laid bare and wounded just as Katsuki had been.
They searched, burned, questioned.
Then Mina moved, reminding them both that she was here, and they were having a staring contest in her room. Awkward.
“Ahem. Mom, Dad, I know you’re fighting but—”
“Oh fuck off!”
Katsuki shouts and quickly turns on his heel, the door slamming right after him, rattling the walls with echoes of his frustration.
Eijiro let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Shit."
“Well that could’ve gone better.”
"Mina," he whines, grabbing a pillow and shoving it into his face, hoping to suffocate himself.
He can't see her roll her eyes, but he feels another pillow being thrown at him, landing on his chest. "Quit being a baby and go talk to your boyfriend like a manly man, or whatever it is you need to convince yourself to get off my bed."
Eijiro huffs, but does as he's told, getting up and slinking out of his friend's room. Apprehensively, he finds himself outside of Katsuki's dorm room, wringing the forgotten magazine in his hands. He finds the courage to knock, firm enough to be heard.
“Katsuki?”
He waits. After a minute he thinks he's being shut out, that he should give his boyfriend time to mope and seethe.
Then the door is ripped open, Katsuki's angry face greeting him with bared teeth. "What? Are you done humiliating me?"
“I wasn’t—”
"Shut the fuck up," Katsuki hisses, grabbing the front of Eijiro's shirt, pulling him forcibly inside the room, slamming the door then his body against it.
It’s another moment of intense eye contact.
Katsuki's nostrils flare as he attempts a breathing exercise, trying to keep himself from exploding. It's cute, as cute as a raging bull can be.
Eijiro can wait for him. He’s done it countless times before, giving his explosive boyfriend silent support.
The struggle is plain across Katsuki’s face. Eventually he calms down, slowly like a deflating balloon; hunched shoulders relax, the wrinkle in his brows smooth over, even his mouth softens.
Forehead meets shoulder, defeated. “I thought you liked kissing me.”
It's heartbreakingly melancholic. Eijiro wants to kiss the sadness away, but it'll take more than that to mend the hurt ego of his boyfriend.
"I do, I like kissing you a lot! It's just... how you kiss sometimes just—," he bites his lip, unsure.
There's a puff of hot breath at his shoulder, he can feel it through the cotton of his shirt. Katsuki lifts his head to look at him dead on. “Talk clearly, dumbass.”
"You're really sloppy!" He blurts out before he can back out. He's committed to being honest, that's what Katsuki is asking of him. The guilt is still there, tugging with greedy hands, worse when seeing his boyfriend's gobsmacked face.
"Hah!? What the fuck, Ei?"
"Look just— you said talk so just listen okay?" He points to the bed, earning a huff and small shove.
There's grumbling and shuffling, but eventually they're sitting on the bed, facing each other. Eijiro nervously presses his palms against his knees, taking a deep breath.
"I love kissing you. It's, like, my favorite thing to do! Your lips are so soft and your hands are so warm—"
“Fucking— damnit Ei, get to the point!”
Flustered, Katsuki also presses his hands against his knees, trying to wipe the nervous sweat away. He licks his lips, self-conscious.
Eijiro gives him mercy, reigning in the sappiness for now.
“You get too… excited. Like the way you use your tongue is, I don’t know, too much. If you’d just slow down maybe?”
Katsuki growls, frustrated. Was he using too much tongue? Was he too aggressive when they kissed?
"You never said anything before," he mumbles. Did he use too much teeth? No, he figured that one out after their first kiss.
“I didn’t want to embarrass you.”
“And telling Pinkie wasn’t?”
“I needed advice!”
They grow quiet again. Eventually Katsuki reaches out, grabbing one of Eijiro's hands tightly. He pulls, pulls until his boyfriend falls into his lap. With arms tightly wound around a familiar waist, Katsuki can finally breathe.
“Then show me. Show me how you want me to do it.”
Eijiro is very aware of his position, the way he's straddling his boyfriend, hands resting on strong shoulders. Manly, he can’t help thinking.
He's hesitant at first, scrutinized under Katsuki's penetrating gaze. He feels seen through, and the glimmer in those eyes challenges him, dares him to put his money where his mouth is.
Or rather his kissing skills where his mouth is.
Fingers fit along Katsuki's jaw, making him shiver. Trying to keep his heart from beating out of his chest, he stares up. Eijiro's hair is down, soft strands of red tickling his cheeks. He has half a thought to move his hands, to pull hips closer or run a hand through that hair. He doesn’t, trying to give his boyfriend the reins.
It's hard, he's used to taking the lead, but maybe that's the problem. Eijiro needs to lead, to take, and the idea is a turn on if he were honest with anyone besides his thoughts.
"Ei," he murmurs in encouragement, skin buzzing with anticipation the longer he has to wait.
And Eijiro, damn him, smiles. It's unfair how he steals Katsuki's breath away with little effort, keeping the explosive blond hopelessly in love.
Finally, Eijiro leans in, head tilting to fit their lips together. It's soft, softer than their first kiss, and it sends pleasure and happiness through Katsuki like lightning.
He can't help the way his hands grasp at the back of Eijiro's shirt, or the hushed groan that leaves his lips. There's just something about having Ei's weight on him, hands touching him gently, the careful way they slot together like puzzle pieces.
It's that moment in the romance novels he secretly reads, the one that says 'Oh, you're the sun, and the moon, and the stars, and I'm an asteroid caught in your orbit, ready to collide with you.'
Katsuki will be happy to experience it again and again, forever.
But he has to focus, figure out what he's lacking, and how he can love Eijiro better. No way is he missing out on anything, eyes closed, but trying not to get lost in it like he usually does.
The first slide of tongue is hot and slow, unhurried, almost like it's making love to his mouth. Katsuki moans, shifts the weight in his lap, trying to press closer somehow.
It's not enough, it's never enough when it comes to Eijiro unless he's pinning the other boy down—
Lips break apart with a wet 'smek!' and Katsuki growls in annoyance as he opens his eyes. Somehow Eijiro is under him, hair splayed out looking up at him in a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Their hips are flush together, Katsuki can feel heat spreading from head to toe.
“Katsuki.” Eijiro is laughing.
He can feel his face burn up worse than his quirk. "Fuck, I didn't..."
"You always do this. You get so—" Eijiro rolls his eyes, but his smile holds no malice. It makes Katsuki want to kiss him again. "I love you."
And there goes his heart, melting like a popsicle under the heat of the sun, or maybe a warm mouth like Eijiro's.
He swallows harshly, leaning in again, but a hand covering his mouth stops him. He opens his eyes, forgets ever closing them, to see Eijiro grinning, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the force of it.
“Nope. I’m cutting you off.”
He tries to say something, muffled by the palm. He growls, moving until he can get into a position to bite.
"Hey!" The hand flies back, a pout replacing the wild smile. "You didn't even say it back, jerk."
“You want me to say it?”
It's Katsuki's turn to grin, one hand sliding up Eijiro's shirt, fingers dancing along exposed skin. It has the desired effect, the body beneath him squirming instantly, trapped and unable to escape the revenge. He pairs the tickling with gentle bites along his boyfriend's neck as Eijiro fights in his hold. There's laughter, some pleading, and when Katsuki thinks he's had enough, he pulls back. He takes another long look, taking in flushed cheeks, messy hair and a panting mouth.
The grin softens into a smile. "Fucking love you," it's a whisper, like a secret, reminding Ei that these words were meant for him and him alone. A grunt, impatient, follows. "Now can I fucking kiss you?"
Eijiro laughs with a nod, settling down as lips skim across his cheek. Katsuki tries on his own this time, starting the kiss slow, applying the short lesson he allowed Eijiro to give. He molds their lips together carefully, imitating Eijiro. Slowly he inches his tongue in to join, flicking it across pointed teeth teasingly. Pride swells in his chest when Ei moans, hands moving to comb through soft blonde hair.
Katsuki presses forward, reminding himself to go slow. Eijiro deserves the effort, the time it takes to break him down into a blissed out mess. He continues licking, then pulling back to initiate another kiss in the same slow manner. Everything grows hotter, deeper.
Eijiro keeps making these pleased little noises: hums, groans, even a few gasps when Katsuki adds a little nip. And Katsuki understands now why his boyfriend felt a little underwhelmed. There's something about the slowness that makes things more intense, more intimate.
When they finally part again, they need a minute to catch their breaths. Katsuki's lungs are filled with awe at the glazed look in Eijiro's eyes, the way his boyfriend is relaxed in the bedsheets.
Katsuki is no longer an asteroid, he's a comet crashing and burning with love.
"Ha," he says the second he can breathe again," I'm the fucking best."
He's not offended by Eijiro's laugh for long, not when he's pulled back in for another kiss. Because Bakugo Katsuki is a fast learner, and he refuses to be bad at anything, especially loving Kirishima Eijiro.
Fandom: BNHA | MHA
Pairing: BKKR & KRBK | Bakugo/Kirishima
Rated E: Explicit, Switches KRBK, Demons, Demon Sex, Demon Summoning, Demon/Human Relationships, Demon!Kirishima, Witches, Blood Magic, Sex Magic, Witch!Bakugo, Switching, Mild Blood, Dom/sub Undertones, Deal with a Devil, Ritual Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff and Smut, Anal Fingering, Anal Fisting, Anal Sex, Cock Warming, Magic Lube, Deepthroating, Rimming, Large Cock, Light Spanking, Light Petting, Overstimulation, Barebacking, Multiple Sex Positions, Come Eating, Dirty Talk, Filthy, but also soft, Size Difference, Mild Breeding Kink
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Plumes of orange and red fill the room, the candles in each corner flicker, and the black ink circle drawn into the wooden floor glows white. Katsuki coughs, tiny hands covering mouth and nose, eyes watery, his pointed hat fallen off somewhere, too big for his head.
He waits out the smoke, and when the worst has passed, he blinks the saltwater from his eyes, wet heat trails each cheek, but the real burn comes from his wrist. Carved in the delicate flesh is a symbol of binding, red blood trickles to the floor from the open wound, droplets hit the ground with a slow pitter-patter. He dares not cry, lip wobbly as he sucks in a breath through his teeth, trying to ignore the pain.
He cannot afford to look weak now.
Finally the smoke settled enough for him to make out a silhouette. It was smaller than he expected, hardly a foot taller than himself, the size of an older boy. Once the last of the veil faded, he could clearly see it was a demon, black horns peeking through dark hair, standing tall and straight, dulled at the tips. The eyes were demonic too, black sclera surrounded a red iris, the pupil black and slitted like a snake. Katsuki gasped audibly when he noticed the demon boy had goat legs and hooves, black fur covering each leg.
“Where am I?” It called out, voice curious as the creature looked about then straight at the other boy. “Who are you?”
Katsuki gulped, pulling and twisting his cloak with a clenched fist. “You… you’re not what I wanted! You’re too small and weak. I want a new demon!”
The creature tilted its head, pointed ears twitching. It then raised a wrist, black blood dripping down to stain the floor, the binding symbol carved there to match the young witch’s.
“You summoned me? I thought only the powerful witches could summon demons?”
“I am powerful,” Katsuki huffed, stomping an impatient foot,” and I want a powerful demon! Go back and send me another one!”
“Can’t be all that powerful if you summoned me.” The demon boy laughed at Katsuki’s misfortune and reddened cheeks. “You can’t unsummon me without breaking the binding,” it pointed out, holding up the carved wrist,” and it will be painful for us both.”
Katsuki had half a mind to throw something at the laughing devilspawn, but his emotions finally caught up to him as he plopped down on his butt, arms crossed and let out an ugly sob. He was a pathetic apprentice if he couldn’t summon a demon right. He’d stolen his mother’s black book to prove to her he was ready to become the greatest witch, ready to be taught the forbidden dark magic only the most powerful could perform, and all he had to show for it was a set of burnt candles and a pint-sized demon.
The demon crouched, hands on its knees, still trapped within the summoning circle. “Why are you crying, little boy?”
Angrily, Katsuki rubbed at his tear-stained cheeks,” I’m not a little boy! I’m your new master and you should obey me when I tell you to do something!"
The creature smiled! How dare he mock Katsuki and his efforts!
The demon boy straightened up, then bowed. “Forgive me, master. But I cannot undo the binding, only you can. If you send me back, then you could try again, but…”
“But what,” the crying boy snapped.
“I doubt you could summon anyone else,” the other lamented, almost apologetic. “Grown demons are hard to summon, even for maven witches.”
Katsuki sniffled, thinking as he stared back at the horned little devil. “How strong are you?”
“A little strong,” and to demonstrate, the demon held up an arm, clenching the muscle before the skin hardened and the clawed fingers turned into sharp blade-like appendages. “My name in your tongue would translate to… Unbreakable. I am a boulder, a fortress, a shield. Should you command me, I would protect your life for as long as we are bonded.”
“So you’re like a guard dog?” Katsuki pouted as he stood back up, tantrum over.
The demon boy laughed, shrugging. “In a way, yes. The more I grow, the more powerful I will become and the more I could do for you.”
Servitude for demons meant loyalty too, Katsuki knew. He’d read somewhere that the bond could potentially give immortality to a witch if strong enough, the demon’s corrupted energy fed into a witch’s soul to match lifespans. It had risks and consequences, but Katsuki wanted it all the same, to be the most powerful, to hold a demon in his palm, controlled and obedient enough to do anything he asked.
“If I keep you,” he started, stepping closer to the outside of the circle, having to look up a bit at the taller creature,” you have to do everything I say. You obey me and only me. You serve me and only me. By contract, you are mine.”
When the demon boy grinned, his teeth were as sharp as razors, like shark’s teeth. Katsuki was reminded how dangerous a demon could be, novice or not.
“I serve you, master. My damned soul is yours,” he said as if he’d rehearsed this before.
It pleased the young witch all the same, using a booted foot to break the circle, hands on his hips. “You better keep your promise.”
The servant huffed a breath, a poof of fire flared from its nostrils, and a hidden tail swung back and forth lazily as if amused. A step forward brought them closer together, red eyes blinked back in faux innocence. “A demon isn’t known for keeping promises,” it teases, large hand grabbing one of the apprentice’s to pull towards grinning lips in a surprisingly soft kiss,” but I admire your bravery and I accept your manly command.”
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A tall, bulky figure stretches and lounges back on a worn couch, clawed toes stretching out to scratch at the armrest. Contently waiting as the sounds of frustrated grunts and cursing crawl closer, the slam of a door shaking the house. Stomping boots come into the room, a pissed off witch scowling at their lazy charge.
“Why the fuck are you just laying around? I thought I told you to clean up before I got back.”
A purring starts up, big puppy eyes turning their gaze from the boring ceiling to the pretty young man. “I got sad you weren’t here and lost all my energy, but now you’re back!”
Katsuki pinches his nose, temple throbbing with annoyance. “That’s not how demon energy works, Ei. I’m not ten anymore, I won’t fall for it!”
The witch has learned a lot since summoning a demon, like how much of a headache they can be. His little rebel act has gained him both friend and foe: ally to his cause for power and status, enemy to his goddamn sanity.
His mother had been a cross between impressed and raging when she learned her son had stolen her black book, summoning ink and candles, and had been successful in binding a demon to his will. While Eijiro (that’s what he had named the creature) was green behind the ears, barely a threat at all, he was still a demon and forming that bond meant eternal damnation for Katsuki’s soul in turn.
Eleven years of hard work and hard won friendship later, Eijiro had grown into a full-fledged devil. He grew taller than a polar bear, gained an incredible amount of muscle, and his horns became as sharp as stakes, curling slightly towards the back of his head. His tail continued to grow as well, the tip formed into a spade, and Eijiro sprouted wings from his back, wide and leathery, and he could take flight from the ground as easily as a falcon. What had surprised Katsuki the most was five years back when Eijiro’s hair turned from black to red.
Over the years, Katsuki had adorned Eijiro with simple gifts from master to servant, strengthening their binding. A gold piercing for each ear signifying servitude, a thick black metal collar with the Bakugo household name etched into it to showcase his ownership, two gold rings placed on the left hand, one for loyalty and the other for their promise. Katsuki had become begrudgingly fond of his new pet, as frustrating as the devil could be sometimes, he had never failed the witch where it counted.
“It was cute when you believed that,” Eijiro laughs, and it’s deep baritone echoes through the room, commanding all of Katsuki’s attention, a distraction. “You held my hand all the time back then.”
“I’ll show you my hand again, right across your dumb mug if you don’t clean this shit up!”
Resuming his stomping, he grabbed a trash bag to start stuffing old candles inside, melted wax cooled and the stub of a wick blackened to almost nothing. The room was dotted by remnants of an old spell casting, symbols painted in blood on each wall dried and flaking, cracked runestone carvings laid useless on the floor. They had until dusk to clean and prepare for the new energy harvesting, timing precision would be the key tonight; Katsuki had waited all month for this full moon and he did not want the opportunity to go to waste or have to wait again.
Eijiro lumbered to his feet, hooves clacking against the wooden floorboards as he moved to clean the walls, spurred on by the glare his pretty witch threw his way. He dutifully used the products his master preferred, elbows hard at work, keeping his stored magic instead of expending energy to do the job.
“I want this place spotless before we lose the sun. I have a good feeling about tonight.”
Katsuki had consulted with the stars for his planning, his magic thrumming with the promise of another feeding. The years had been kind to him, dedicated training and studying had him surpassing his peers by leaps and bounds. The trickiest part was keeping his power topped off, the largest and most powerful of spells depleted any veteran witch’s energy.
The witch had grown too, not as much as Eijiro, but he was tall in his own right, strength in the muscles of his back and arms, and thighs, lean and fast enough to knock any rival off their broom with a swift kick. He grew into his hat, black with a rim of yellow gold, the band was circled with colorful blue and silver beads, and he traded the cloak in for a pair of black shorts and a sleeveless top, silver studded metal wrist gauntlets and leather boots that reached below his knees.
“You always know when the best time is,” the devil hummed, moving onto the next wall. “No company this time? I thought you were going to invite your cousin again.”
Katsuki snorted. “That was one time, Ei, and it’ll only be one time.”
Last month’s feeding had been pure chaos, not something he intended to repeat. He’d only wanted to show his idiot cousin the most effective way to stock up spell energy.
“I thought it was fun,” Eijiro purrs, the tip of a spaded tail smacking against his master’s plump ass when the witch strays too close.
Katsuki growls, snatching the tail into a forceful grip. It winds around his wrist, tugging gently, but he responds by tugging back not at all gentle. Eijiro whines, pouting, but dutifully keeps his tail to himself when his companion lets it go.
“Denki is a fool for summoning a demon after barely graduating from a novice. He’s lucky he didn’t fuck it up and become ashes with how sloppy his binding turned out to be.”
His cousin’s demon, Tetsu, wasn’t unlike Eijiro, infact they were of the same brand of spawn, it seemed. Their personalities matched similarly as well, making the joint feeding a possibility; most demon pets didn’t get along, often too competitive. Katsuki stopped what he was doing for a moment, remembering hot hands and breathy moans, the heat in the room had been nearly unbearable as if they’d open the gates to hell with their coupling. He never thought he would be turned on by the sight of Denki being forcefully pulled up and down on a fat cock, Tetsu’s large hands keeping the squirming mess of pleasure from falling on his face. It had felt intense, the ecstasy that zapped the air, fueling the frenzy that was lust and power, and it hadn’t stopped until dawn, both witches sore and throbbing with renewed strength.
It had been messy as hell, and Katsuki wasn’t about to get a repeat performance unless necessary.
“I can hear you thinking about it,” Ei rumbled next to his ear suddenly, causing him to jump. He cursed, smacking the devil’s shoulder, but the large figure didn’t seem affected, moving onto the next wall at a leisure pace, shaking with mirth. “It may not be as intense, but I’ll perform my best tonight. You won’t regret it.”
Katsuki shivers, anticipation turning him on his heel. “I’ll be back.”
“Where are you going?”
“To get a glass of water.”
“Thirsty already?” Ei laughed, and Katsuki fumed about it all the way to the kitchen, gut clenching with butterflies.
He didn’t need an audience or another devil to have his fun tonight, Eijiro was a good solo performer and in the eleven years they’d known each other, he had never failed the witch where it counted.
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The moon hung high and bright, outshining every star that surrounded it.
Katsuki admired it from the large bay window, a glass of wine in one hand, clad in a robe as red as his drink. The preparations were almost complete, his loyal devil was finishing the ritual’s blood markings, candles were in position, the incense was already burning and scenting the room. Katsuki’s wand laid in a steel box, the outside designed by bronze interloping vines, his witch title Dynamight engraved above the keyhole. It was made of ironwood and the tip glowed like a flame when in use, infused with the fire magic of his bloodline.
Eijiro appears, kneeling by his master’s legs, naked. “I’ve finished, all is ready for your feast.”
Katsuki stared down at his half-empty glass, swirling the contents. “You’ve a job left to do, idiot.”
When Katsuki opened his legs, Eijiro merely grinned, licking his lips before leaning forward, peppering kisses and soft lovebites without further prompting. The witch leaned back, taking sips of wine as he watched the devil work, forked tongue dipping between his thighs, teasing around the base of his cock. He was hard from waiting, eager to get started, head fuzzy with thoughts of what he wanted.
A playful flick to his leaking tip has him moaning, hand burying itself in a thick mane of red hair, tugging impatiently. Ei chuckles, sucking on the head for a long moment before slipping his mouth further down, hollowed cheeks working his master's cock.
"You suck cock like a whore," Katsuki hissed, feeling drool drip down his taint and balls. "Sloppy bitch, finger me already."
Obediently Eijiro is tracing the rim of a twitching hole, mixing spit and magic-induced lubrication together before pushing the first finger in to the knuckle. Katsuki whimpers, downing the rest of his wine and setting the glass aside, propping his legs up and open wider. The devil crouches closer, a leg thrown over each shoulder as he adds a second finger, using both to pull the tight muscle open. His mouth pulls off Katsuki's cock to lick around the rim, then diving in to worship the stretched hole.
Katsuki's moan is filthy, as are the words and curses that follow after. His own hand works at his cock, pumping fast, chasing his first orgasm of the night. Maybe he should be embarrassed by how fast cum shoots from his cock, painting his chest and a good chunk of his robe in pearly white, but the haze of his need being satisfied outweighs any potential wounded pride.
Eijiro is still licking, working a third and then quickly a fourth finger inside. The first brush to his prostate has Katsuki gasping, the second and third has him panting for breath.
"Slow down," he complains, heel kicking out to smack the devil's back. "We have to last through most of the night."
"You can take it," Ei teases, ending his sentence with an audible slurp, kissing around the stretched rim.
Katsuki shivers, knees knocking against Eijiro's head. He grabs a hold of large horns, pulling harshly until Eijiro lets up on his drenched hole, fingers slowly retreating.
He takes a couple of calming breaths, composing himself before tugging on the horns again with a glare. "Get into position, knees spread and don't move."
Ei places a lingering kiss on Katsuki's wrist before moving to obey the command. The witch has the perfect view of his swinging cock and heavy balls for a moment before his vision is occupied by a thick ass. Immediately he's on his feet, post-orgasm making his toes a little numb. He circles the presenting figure once, approving of his form before placing a large ceramic bowl between Eijiro's splayed thighs.
"You spill a drop and I'll get the cock cage out, understand me?"
He waits for a nod, then fetches the chain for Eijiro's collar, attaching it. Next he drops his robe on the floor, letting it pool at his feet as he experimentally pulls on the chain. Eijiro's body rocks back, but keeps position and Katsuki hums in approval, taking his cock in hand to slap at jiggling asscheeks.
"Your mouth did a fine job, I'll let you touch yourself from the beginning this time."
Eijiro groans, letting out a quiet 'thank you, master' as a large palm starts jerking the fat cock waiting for attention. Katsuki can hear the soft squelch of his devil pleasuring himself, his own cock jumping at the sound. His own groan comes when he nudges inside a prepared wet hole, stretching it out on his cock inch by inch.
"You kept yourself tight," he muses," are you trying to pretend you're a virgin?"
He laughs as his cock is clenched by the tight hole he's fucking, giving a hard thrust to bask in the feeling. Elation, pleasure and the tight heat around his dick fight for his attention. He can't wait any longer, hips working frantically as he fucks into his handsome devil, pulling on the chain periodically to fuck that ass back onto his cock.
The thrum of energy has started to gather, Katsuki can feel it nipping at his heels. Sucking in a deep breath, he fucks into Eijiro faster, hot coals warming his belly, warning him of the fire he's stoking. From the corner of his eye, he can spot his wand faintly glowing on a table, gulping down the energy manifesting in the room.
When Eijiro mewls, Katsuki pulls on the chain roughly. "Enjoying yourself, demon slut? Bet your cock is leaking like a pussy, I know you have to be drenched down there."
"Fuck me back to hell," Eijiro cries out, head tilting back, a clawed hand furiously pumping his cock.
Gazing down on a strong, arched back, Katsuki admires his fiend. Ei was beautiful, obedient, and a powerful devil. He can't remember why he'd ever casted doubt that Eijiro wasn't meant for him, wasn't perfect for him.
"Take it like a bitch," Katsuki snarls, smacking a hot hand against the ass pushing back against him. His legs shake when Eijiro clenches around him wildly, pulling his second orgasm from him unexpectedly. He shouts in surprise, cum shooting from his cock and deep into Eijiro, rutting his hips while lost in the feeling.
Eijiro growls, hand still furiously pulling at his cock. "M-Master, please."
Katsuki shudders at the plea, cock still rutting into the devil's sloppy hole, fucking his cum in deeper. "Not yet."
There's a snarl, and Katsuki grins meanly, tugging on the chain in warning. Leisurely he pulls out, heart clenching as Ei whines at the loss. He hushes the devil, marveling at the mess that is his cock for a moment before his fingers plunge inside next. Two becomes four and five, and without preamble the witch is fisting a howling devil, commanding him to cum.
"Do it now, and aim, you fucking mutt."
Eijiro lets out an inhuman sound, deep pitched and animalistic, big cock twitching hard and pumping out thick spurts of cum. He takes careful aim as instructed, filling the bowl beneath his quaking thighs. He doesn't miss a drop or accidentally spill it.
"Good boy," Katsuki moans, taking out his fist and moves around the shaky figure. "See this mess? Clean it up."
He places a hand on Eijiro's chin, forcefully pulling it up, looking down fondly at unfocused eyes. The devil's tongue hangs out of his mouth, starting to lap wetly. He abandons the chain, a muted 'clink' as it meets the floor.
Katsuki can feel his power crackling under his skin, popping around his fingers and eyes in tiny bursts of light. He gasps as it grows hotter, burning from his fingertips to his palms, cock throbbing from the sensation. Eijiro holds his mouth open, daring Katsuki to use him.
The witch licks his lips, a hand fisting red hair, fucking into the wet warmth he’s been invited into. “Oh fuck, work me back up and I’ll give you a real treat.”
He watched as the devil carefully covered his teeth, moving his mouth back and forth, Katsuki’s hand guiding him. When the cock hit the back of Eijiro’s throat, he didn’t gag, humming to make his master cry out in pleasure, watching the way the witch’s stomach spasmed. Claws came around to squeeze the back of Katsuki’s thighs, nose buried into light blonde hair.
“Yeah, suck that cock— mm, there’s my cock devil. Drink me down that gorgeous throat.”
A hiss as dangerous claws dig deeper into vulnerable flesh, drawing lines of blood. The added pain makes Katsuki cum again, a muted pleasure that trails up his spine, his seed thin as it coated Eijiro’s throat. He pets the head in his grip, taking his time to catch his breath, smiling as Eijiro’s mouth gently sucked around him, helping him come down.
Katsuki can feel fondness bloom in his heart, loving the way Eijiro takes care of him. He wants to kiss him, but there's still work to be done.
“I love you so fucking much,” he whispers, brushing hair out of his lover’s eyes.
Slowly Eijiro removed his mouth, popping off with a lewd sound. He kissed a path from one hip to another, a silent ‘I love you’ in each press of lips. When they locked eyes again, Katsuki knew they had to move on.
The devil’s eyes were pure black, skin hardened along his spine and shoulders, fighting the urge to release pent up energy. Quickly he ushered Eijiro to sit back, drinking in the sight of the engorged cock dribbling with eager beads of precum. Scooping up the filled bowl, Katsuki dipped in a finger, using the collected cum to draw the Witch’s Foot against his chest, a line for each wrist, two down the column of his neck, and the inside of both thighs.
He smirked before licking the rest of the bowl clean, the taste of his sexy demon tingling in the back of his throat. The surge of beast energy rattles him for a moment, bouncing around his skull before settling, the dark whispers of demonic power raising goosebumps.
Katsuki leans forward to show off his tongue, grinning when Eijiro purrs and kisses him, sucking up the taste of himself. Large hands guide the witch closer, turning him around, lowering him down until the head of the devil’s cock nudges inside. Katsuki braces himself as the tip opens him up, the stretch burning slightly, clawed hands gripping his sides to keep him still.
“You’re tight,” Ei grunts. “Are you sure you’re ready to take me?”
A sneer, palm slapping against a thick thigh. “Don’t question me, I want it, now give it.”
Ei laughs, full and hearty, a rumble like thunder that rolls over Katsuki’s back. He rolls his hips, impatient, panting as he’s fed another inch, and another, and another. The fullness makes him tremble, hole clenching, begging for more.
"Oh fuck, Ei, move. Fucking move already!"
A huff, then a retreat and suddenly Katsuki is being filled again. It punches an 'ah!' from his lungs, breathless.
He doesn't need to tell Eijiro again, the devil happily complying, working up a steady rhythm, stuffing his master full. The flow of precum helps him slide deeper, eventually seating Katsuki on the base. He leaves the witch there, impaled, already drooling, and a clawed hand reaches around to palm Katsuki's much smaller cock.
"Pretty witch," the devil hisses, hips rutting against a plump ass, fingers lazily tracing from Katsuki's tip to balls. "We should have set up a mirror. I want to see you come apart."
"Next time," he promised, voice strained, gasping for breath. He mimics Eijiro's touch, leaning over the best he can to rub at heavy balls. "Fill me up, hellion. I want your power fucking through my veins."
A guttural growl followed by hands encircling Katsuki's trim waist, pulling him up and then back down, turning him into a humanoid fleshlight. He lets his bonded servant take the reins, simply enjoying the way he's fucked into with desperation, needy growls and whines falling from Eijiro's lips.
Moonlight filters through the bay window, a spotlight on their writhing bodies as if the universe is watching with rapt attention. The symbols drawn on mortal flesh turn an irritated red, searing against the offered skin. Katsuki clenches his teeth, eyes rolling back as he shakes. Soon he'll be screaming, he can taste it on his tongue, bubbling up from his soul.
"Close," the devil warns, pistoning hips smacking loudly against his lover's ass. "I'm going to breed you, my pretty witch."
Human hands find placement on strong forearms, fingernails digging into muscle. Katsuki's toes curl, pleasure forced through prostate stimulation causing tears to slip down his cheeks. It isn't long before Eijiro is cumming, his master's name lost within the bestial roar that shakes the house frame.
All at once Katsuki hears nothing and feels everything.
Dark power strangles through every sense: the touch of hellfire, the smell of ashes, hearing the screaming of the damned, the taste of agony and vision filled with blood.
Damnation calls his name Katsuki, Katsuki, Katsuki.
He calls back, reaching blindly, inviting nightmares into his bed. Bastard voices praise and sneer at him, invisible yet burning hands leave blazing paths all over his body. Then he combusts, his soul thrown from hell and back into his body.
A gasp of breath fills his lungs with much needed air, the ringing in his ears slowly fades until he can make out Ei's voice. He's speaking words of comfort, intermixed with Japanese and old Latin.
Katsuki tries to speak, but his syllables are slurred, too indecipherable to form any coherent word. Ei chuckles, a clawed finger tapping at his lips, waiting for them to open before helping his master drink. The water is lukewarm, but it wets Katsuki's parched throat, and he's grateful for it.
Awareness bleeds back into his senses, soreness and aches wreck havoc on his entire body, limb to limb. He groans, stretching his fingers, the pulse of magic strong and heavy. Hazy eyes look over to his wand, aglow in its box, seated royally on an orange plush pillow.
The next thing he notices is how he's not trapped on a very long, thick cock. Eijiro had pulled him off sometime before he was fully aware, clawed fingers stuffed in his ass to keep the flow of demonic seed inside. He clenches down experimentally and shivers.
"Rest," his devil rumbles, nuzzling his cheek with a warm nose. A tongue sneaks out, licking up a dry streak of tears. "You needn't do more tonight. You've replenished faster than last time."
"Felt more intense," he mutters, weakly turning his head to give Eijiro a kiss. "My body is accommodating your power more easily. I haven't felt this full since our very first harvest."
The devil hums, kissing Katsuki again. "You were more shy then. I thought you'd faint at the sight of my cock."
Katsuki has enough energy to snort and pinch Ei's chin. "You still had baby horns and almost clawed my dick off when you touched it."
"It was a little scratch! And it wasn't even on your dick."
"Close enough, dumb demon."
A nip to his ear makes him jump, grousing about shitty demon manners. They settle like that, the moonlighted afterglow still warm on their skin. The candles are burnt out, the black blood drawn on the walls sludged in thin paths to the floor. The witch was satisfied, the fire thrumming through his veins a clear sign of their success.
Katsuki raised a hand to touch the symbol on his chest, the Witch's Foot burned into the flesh. It'll heal in a week, the skin left unblemished, smooth and soft to the touch. It served its purpose well, acting as a beacon for demonic energy. He could feel how the energy had fucked through every pore, invaded him like a fiendish lover. The shadow it casted over him was welcome, Katsuki could handle the blanket of suffocation it threatened to smother him with.
He felt immense power and confidence. Even the most seasoned and hard-weathered witch would soon be no match for him in magical strength.
At this rate he may become a part of the old legends of immortal lovers, witch and devil.
As Ei continued to pet his thigh, kissing blonde hair affectionately, Katsuki found himself hoping.
Fandom: BNHA | MHA
Pairing: implied FatKiri & RappaKiri | implied Fatgum/Kirishima & Rappa/Kirishima
Rated M: Mature, omegaverse, omega!kiri, kiri w/ a pussy, beta!fatgum, alpha!rappa, sexual harassment, mention of violence, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, implied underage
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Day 7: Free Day! (Solo angst with a happy ending / implied FatKiri & RappaKiri)
He wakes in a hospital and his first thought is, I’m not dead?
Everything aches, he’s bandaged from head to toe, and incredibly hungry.
Vague blurs of memory start to resurface: desperation to help his mentor, pain ricocheting through each limb, a hardened resolve pushing them to victory.
He feels elation for five seconds and then crushing self-doubt. Had he done enough? He’d taken more damage than he should for someone claiming to be a ‘sturdy hero’.
He expected to face villains that were mean, big and scary. Rappa was more than big, very scary and a little mean. An alpha that towered over him with a grin that held a dark promise. He didn’t hold back punches even if Kirishima was an omega and barely came up to his waist.
‘Pretty thing can fight.’ Rappa had laughed, rows of pearly whites set in a grin. ‘I like that in an omega.’
He shivers remembering it. Every hit had him sweating, pushing himself harder and harder. Rappa’s mix of praise and harassment got his blood pumping hot, the need to prove himself. Fatgum had been right there all the way, both of them trying hard not to think of Suneater hanging back to give them this chance.
Struggling to sit up, a large and warm hand stops him by the shoulder, gently urging him back.
“Easy, Riot. You need to rest,” a tired voice instructs.
Crimson eyes blink and look up into a familiar face. Fatgum is in his skinny form, something that still makes his mind reel. The warm hand moves to sweep red locks out of his face in a soft caress. It’s that care that breaks the final wall down, crumbling into sobs.
“M’sorry, I was tryin' t'be strong—”
Shame felt hot on his cheeks, tears falling down quick. This terrible feeling has wormed its way into his chest, something ugly and cold with clawed hands that squeeze his heart painfully.
Rappa’s deep rasp had made him slick. The adrenaline and presence of a powerful alpha, scent unbearably thick and dominant in the room, had been enough to make him dizzy. His scent blockers were soaked, sliding off in the middle of the fight to add to the cocktail. Worse yet had been his arousal, watching Fatgum protect him with an unwavering smile.
Rappa had laughed, tongue licking over his teeth in hunger. ‘Little omega likes the show.’
'Eyes on me, pal!' Fatgum had snapped, the first true sign of anger Ei had ever seen out of the giant beta. He'd stood in Red Riot's path immediately after, blocking the hulking alpha's view. 'He ain't yours to toy with.'
The alpha's smile had only grown bigger. 'S'that so? Does that make him yours?'
He should've felt humiliated, beaten into a corner, pussy leaking from all the conflicting scents. He was supposed to be stronger.
But when the beta dug his heels in the floor and yelled 'he's mine to protect!' the omega felt joy burst like a bubble inside him. It splattered inside his chest and down into his belly, honey-sweet and sticky. Something bloomed there, something suspiciously like hope and determination.
And in seconds he was back on his feet giving it his all, forcing himself to go harder, harder, harder.
His fists clench, knuckles bruised and aching. Was any of it enough?
A finger pokes his forehead, gently applying pressure until his head is laid back on a soft pillow. His gaze tilts up, blinking to see clearer past the drying tears.
"Ya did real good out there, Riot. Don't be thinkin' any different, ya hear?" A finger crooks, taking care to wipe away any errant tears. “I’m proud of ya, real proud.”
His lip wobbles, but he refuses to cry again. “But I—”
“No buts, pup,” a soft admonish, fondly by a soft boop to his nose. “I know ya thinkin’ all these thoughts, drivin’ yerself crazy. And I’m tellin’ ya it’s okay, you did good, real good out there.”
He opens his mouth to say something, a raised brow stopping him. Eijiro’s pout turns into a huff, fighting a smile as Fatgum laughs at his little defiance.
“Being a ‘Mega doesn’t make you weak.” The Pro Hero sinks back in the uncomfortable plastic chair he’s occupied for the last four hours. “Ya proved yerself today tenfold. I knew you had it in you.”
The pain in his chest starts to ease, caused by the kind comfort of his mentor or the dose of medicine running through the IV, he isn’t sure. He truly sinks back into the hospital bed, trying to get comfortable.
“I want to get stronger,” he whispers, eyes drooping.
“Ya will get there,” is promised back.
He falls into a strange dream, one filled with big smiles and hands, soft touches to his cheek. Happiness mixed with longing, the smell of fresh baked bread and dumplings invading every little crevice of his mind.
He doesn’t wake when Fatgum gets up again an hour later, pressing the sweetest kiss to his forehead.
Fandom: BNHA | MHA
Pairing: SHKR | Shinso/Kirishima, background BakuKami
Rated M: Mature, omegaverse, omega!kiri, kiri w/ a pussy, beta!shinso, fated mates, lactation, breast feeding kink, mpreg, side bakukami, mention of gun violence, surgeon!shinso, nurse!kiri, doctor!baku, nurse!kami, a/b/o dynamics
D1 | D2 | D3 | D4 | D5 | D7
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Day 6: MPreg / Lactation / Fated Mates (ShinKiri)
It’s been a long day.
Hitoshi drags his feet on the way up to his apartment, a bag heavy on his shoulder filled with his work gear. The hospital was overcrowded, staff underpaid, and he’d been stuck running between patients caught in a shoot-out downtown, two undergoing surgery for severe gunshot wounds. The waiting room had been packed with crying family, nurses trying to console sobbing mothers and anxious fathers. The worst part for him had been when a little girl tugged on his scrubs and asked if her sister was going to die.
He unlocks the door and enters, the apartment is quiet except for the soft sounds of a TV playing. After kicking his shoes off at the door, Hitoshi moves through the apartment, dropping his bag in the laundry room before standing in the bedroom doorway.
His mate is laid back in bed, a blue blanket bunched around wide hips, pregnant belly exposed by a pushed up shirt. The glow of the TV plays strange shadows on Eijiro’s face, a relaxed smile on his pretty lips.
“Hi, honey. You look tired… bad day?”
“The worst,” he grunts, pushing off the doorframe to crawl into bed next to his mate.
Eijiro welcomes him in, smiling wider as one of Hitoshi’s hands instinctively palms across his belly. It’s protective and warm, soothing the little pup inside that’s been fussing about.
“Mm, they’ve been kicking for about an hour now. Must’ve missed you.” A palm cups the beta’s cheek, Eijiro’s lips following to peck at a nose. “I missed you too.”
Hitoshi’s chest warms with the fluttering of butterfly wings and honeyed emotions. Never in his life did he think he would ever be this happy.
When he’d met Eijiro at nursing school, he’d been a melancholic pessimist addicted to coffee. Meeting his fated mate was already a shock, finding out they were a six foot, gorgeous omega turned the beta’s whole world on its head. The insecurity bubbled back up, every alpha that got near him or Eijiro felt like competition, jealousy shaking his bones.
It had made him butt heads more than making friends, not that he’d been doing that much before.
“You’re thinking too hard,” Ei teases him, hand coming to rest over his own. “Do you need to talk about it?”
He could, but he doesn’t want to sadden his mate too. He’s done all he can, and the rule was to leave work at work, let home feel like home.
“It’s fine. Bakugo and I had everything under control, just exhausting as usual.”
His friendship with the alpha had been a slow thing, plagued by miscommunication and egoist manners. Hitoshi had been suspicious of the friendship between Bakugo and Eijiro at first, the way they relied on each other. Until he found Bakugo and Kaminari sucking face in a supply closet, humping like newly presented teenagers.
They both realized they were jealous of the other being close to their fated mate. After that, the tension broke, and they made an efficient duo.
“They didn’t call Denks in?”
“Bakugo would’ve ripped someone’s throat out.”
They both snort in amusement, picturing the blonde’s twisted snarl, barking at a tired receptionist for even thinking of phoning his mate. Kaminari was recovering from giving birth to newborn twins and Bakugo had insisted on a proper maternity leave. Hitoshi could understand, forcing Eijiro to cut his workload had been like pulling teeth, the omega hellbent on helping where he could. They’d all fallen into a medical profession to save people, but Eijiro’s golden heart turned him into an overworked individual with a habit of forgetting he was human.
Even as a beta, Hitoshi’s protective instincts could rival any alpha’s. Eijiro was just shy of five months, the baby bump ever growing. Bakugo’s near feral state any time anything threatened his mate’s peace made more sense to him now.
“Have you thought about—”
A whine accompanied by a frustrated huff. The omega’s lips purse into a pout. “I don’t wanna talk about that now, babe.”
Hitoshi relents, only because the baby starts kicking again. The unborn child can probably feel the stress of their parents, scents mixing and souring at the illusion to an oncoming argument.
“Fussy,” he chuckles, leaning over to kiss the bump, flinching back when there’s a kick against his lips.
Eijiro laughs himself silly at that, rubbing where his alpha’s lips had been prior. “Between the kicking and the lactating, I’ve had no rest. Pregnancy isn’t as fun as I thought.”
“You liked shopping for baby clothes.”
“I cried when we looked at baby shoes.”
“It was cute,” a kiss to the nose. “I know you’re excited.”
That blooms a sunshine smile that has Hitoshi’s stomach swooping. “I am. Holding Denks’s pups really made me— oh, not another shirt!”
The beta blinks, pulling back to watch his omega pout down harder at his own chest. Twin wet circles slowly form against the cotton until Eijiro has had enough watching and pulls it over his head. Leaking nipples reveal themselves and Hitoshi can’t help the way he licks his lips in want.
“This is the third shirt I’ve had to throw in the hamper. My nipples are so sensitive right now, without a shirt they get cold and hard, and with one they get rubbed when I move and start leaking.”
Hitoshi nods numbly, eyes glued to the sight of hard nubs. He’s half-listening, preoccupied with the thought of getting himself a taste. Already hard thinking about it, he can feel his dick twitch in his pants, clearly interested.
“Babe?”
A head of indigo hair jolts up. “Huh?”
Eijiro looks confused, head tilted. “You’re drooling, honey.”
The beta wipes a hand across his mouth and sure enough his mate is correct. “Sorry, I was just…” He looks back up to see his mate grinning. “Oh, shut up.”
“You’re drooling over my nipples?”
Hitoshi has done a lot of things to be embarrassed about, but loving Eijiro isn’t one of them. Lusting after his omega’s perfect body isn’t one either.
“Yeah, maybe I am. Can you blame me?”
He dares to reach over and give a little pinch, fascinated when more white liquid drips down in slow wet trails towards his mate’s belly. Without thinking about it, he’s leaning in, encouraged when Ejiro doesn’t stop him. Lips form around the hard bud and suckle gently.
A moan rips from Ei’s throat, mostly out of relief. He doesn’t stop, urged on by a hand that runs through his hair. Time passes like that for however long, Hitoshi isn’t keeping track. He’s busy alternating between sucking each nipple, Eijiro’s little mewls a pretty soundtrack in the background.
“Oh that’s… this feels nice.”
Hitoshi pops off long enough to ask,” Feeling better, baby?”
There’s a hum, content and lazy. “I do. Do you feel better?”
Oddly enough he does, latched onto a tongue-wet nipple, sucking gently, eyes half-lidded. He doesn’t mind the taste or the warmth of his mate’s skin pressed to his cheek.
“You want to stay like that, honey?”
A low murmur, unintelligible, but Eijiro understands his needs all the same.
He falls asleep like that, and maybe he’ll be a little embarrassed about it in the morning. He’s definitely not admitting how sad he’ll be to give up those nipples when the baby comes.
Fandom: BNHA | MHA
Pairing: AJKR | Amajiki/Kirishima
Rated E: Explicit Content, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics, omega!kiri, kiri w/ a pussy, alpha!tamaki, feral alpha, breeding kink, implied pregnancy, mention of violence towards a fight off-screen, small amount of fingering & pussy eating, begging, mention of pubic hair, dubcon
D1 | D2 | D3 | D4 | D6 | D7
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Day 5: Feral / Breeding / Pups (TamaKiri)
He’s never felt this way before.
It starts slow, rising up with lapping waves of heat and tension. It bubbles like boiling water, growing hotter, touching from toes to fingertips, fierce and demanding.
His fangs drop, long canines that catch uncomfortably against his bottom lip. There’s an itching under his skin, pulling a growl from his throat. Everything irritates him: the scratch of fabric against his skin, the sweat matting his hair to his face, the groans of pain from the villain laid out on the ground.
“Amajiki-senpai?”
He growls, a wispy sound, low and tempered. The alpha inside him is rearing its ugly head, desperately prowling back and forth, goading him to do something.
Tamaki doesn’t want to.
Born a strange alpha, he’d fight his instincts on everything, cowering and whimpering. It made him feel sick, denying himself dominance in any and all situations. Being a hero was supposed to help him step outside of his shell, to make him feel better.
Now he realizes what a mistake that was.
“Please, Amajiki-senpai,” a mewl, the scent of apple pie tempting him.
He thunks his forehead against the wall, lips curling. He can taste blood on his teeth, a cruel satisfaction twisting through his veins. Omega safe, he repeats in his head, a pleading mantra.
The omega in question is safe, currently writhing on the floor, belly up, pushing out a scent of need. Eijiro is beautiful, Tamaki has never been fool enough to pretend otherwise. He’s bigger than most omegas, muscular too, and the first time Tamaki saw him smile, his knees went weak. What would it be like if Eijiro bit him with those pearly whites?
“Ta—, oh my god, please, please don’t leave me like this. It feels good, I wanna feel good,” more whining, desperate hands roaming over Eijiro’s chest, exposed by the design of his hero costume.
The growling is back, his own scent pushing back, revealing the lust that curls violently in his gut. He should resist, get help, take Eijiro and run to Fatgum for assistance. But he can’t bring himself to move because he knows if he does, he’ll listen to the call of his alpha.
Help omega, take him, takehimtakehimtakehim—
“I can’t,” a hoarse refusal, as weak as his resolve,” I can’t, I can’t.”
Then he smells it, omega slick, the wet squelch of it being played with, sounding loud in the quiet of the room. He shouldn’t look, but he can’t help the way his head turns, pupils blown wide at the sight. Eijiro is stretched out on the floor, uniform kicked off around his feet, one hand playing with a nipple and the other shoving four fingers into an eager hole.
Gorgeous, is his first thought.
Mine, is the second.
His first step is a stumble, and the second is a leap. He skids on his knees at Eijiro’s feet, panting as the scent gets stronger, the sounds even louder this close up. The added presence of the alpha punches another needy whine out of the omega’s mouth, legs drifting apart wider. Tamaki takes that as an invitation to settle himself between them, fingertips tentatively ghosting up calves furred by smooth black hairs.
“It’s not natural,” Eijiro’s soft voice explains, smile sheepish. “Sorry to disappoint you.”
Tamaki chokes on his next words,” I l-like it. Cute…”
It has the desired effect, Eijiro’s beaming smile is back. It encourages the alpha to lean down, peppering soft kisses against an equally soft stomach, following a black happy trail down a navel and towards the place that’s begging for his attention. Eijiro’s toes curl as he bumps his nose against wet pussy lips, the light scratch of stubbled hair feels good against his skin.
“Sorry I’m not— I didn’t know I’d need to shave today.”
Tamaki croons, rubbing his cheek against the pubic hair to show his affection for it. Talking has become too cumbersome, fangs wet with drool as he takes a long sniff of applewood. A long lick gives him a taste, sweet as nectar, tongue urgently slurping up slick like a starving man.
His fingers become bolder, massaging tense thighs, feeling the muscles relax. The omega is mewling, pulling his legs back towards his chest, spread wider for the alpha.
Tamaki looks up once, falling in love with the way Eijiro’s eyes glisten with unshed tears, mouth shaped into a little oval of pleasure.
“Alpha, please.”
It snaps the fragile line of his sanity, feral alpha rearing up to the surface to take a long gulp of air.
From one breath to the next, he’s mounting the omega, cock sliding inside with little resistance. His hips roll, then rut, and then he’s slamming home with a guttural groan, snarling deep from his chest. His hips won’t stop moving, the wet slap of their mating making everything hotter.
Eijiro is talking, babbling begs of what he wants the alpha to do to him.
“Breed me, give me pups! Give me pups! I’ll be a good omega, so good for you, I promise. Please, please, alpha breed me, breed me!”
Tamaki’s mind is filled with thoughts of Eijiro’s plump and pregnant belly, a litter of pups with black hair and sharp teeth chasing each other in a big yard with a white picket fence. Picnics at the park with friends and their families, late nights in bed rubbing that belly to feel their new addition kick at his hand.
The omega’s pussy pulses around him, cumming and clenching. A knot finally locks in place, pulled into the wet, welcoming heat, ropes of white cum making a home inside the omega. Tamaki doesn’t stop rutting, fucking down deeper, silently praying his seed will take.
His ears hear nothing but static, lost in the feeling. He does glance down, loving the flushed state of Eijiro’s cheeks, tongue hanging out of panting lips. Inhibitions gone, Tamaki leans down to kiss those lips, growling softly when that tongue laps at his own.
“Good omega,” a soft murmur, moving sweaty red hair off of a flushed face.
Eijiro purrs, content, hands coming up to snake around the alpha’s neck. “Good alpha,” he says in return, nuzzling his nose up into the other.
Fandom: BNHA | MHA
Pairing: TSKR | TetsuTetsu/Kirishima
Rated T: SFW, omegaverse, omega!kiri, alpha!tetsu, small interactions with blood & violence, nesting, courting, dragon hybrids!tetsu & kiri, fantasy au. a/b/o dynamics
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Day 4: Fantasy / Hybrids / Possessive (TetsuKiri)
Tetsutetsu is sure he’s about to die.
The beginning of the day had been promising.
He awoke in his den, a cave on the side of a high mountain, moving to the entrance. The shining sun felt good on his scales, glittering silver dotted his temples, each shoulder and arms. He spread his wings wide, stretching his arms with a yawn.
“Leaving already?” A lazy voice speaks, a set of claws scratching lightly against his back.
He smiles as he turns, gaze warm, taking in the sight of his friend and potential mate, Eijiro. The omega is beautiful, scales of ebony and ruby shine with every kiss from the sun, braided ginger hair falling over one shoulder, loose strands framing puffed up cheeks. Tetsu feels his heart melt at pouty lips, grabbing the questioning hand into his own, kissing the knuckles.
He rumbles a deep croon. “Time to feed my needy omega.”
The pout turns into a coy smile, the omega’s chest rumbling in return, purring loud. “Strong alpha. Hurry back for me?”
“I’ll have to,” Tetsu teases. “My omega has a healthy appetite.”
Eijiro lets out an overly dramatic, fake gasp. “I’m insulted! And after I made you a perfect nest.”
Tetsu laughs and ducks down to press a kiss against an unguarded temple. Quickly he turns and takes off the cliffside, wings spread out to guide him. Elation buzzes under his skin, a sappy grin slapped across his lips.
Their courtship may be new, but their friendship wasn’t. He’d known Eijiro since they were hatchlings, bright-eyed and adventurous, explored surrounding forest land together when they were old enough to fly on their own. Tetsu’s childhood was spent chasing tails and swimming in rivers with Eijiro, hot summers climbing trees, in the spring they’d nap in the meadows.
Time had changed that relationship into shy kisses and scent marking. They were taking things slow, almost traditional. Dragon hybrids mated for life and sometimes it took a full century for a pair to bond. A week ago Eijiro had felt comfortable enough to nest in Tetsu’s den, curling up together after stargazing.
The alpha felt pride well up in his chest. Now that he’d shown he could find a suitable den, he was determined to show he could provide for his potential mate and future pups.
Arcing down towards the grasslands, he knew his best bet would be tracking down prey near the riverbends. The heat of the sun did nothing to slow him down, landing by the treeline. The grass tickled the soft underside of clawed feet as he prowled, slitted pupils contracting as he swept his gaze back and forth. Movement caught his eye, something brown and furred. Tetsu assumes it's an elk, an impressive prize he could show off to his courted.
He crouches, tucking his tail and wings close to his body, coiling like a cobra about to strike.
He leaps, snarling with razor teeth, tackling the creature to the ground. Claws rip at the fur, but underneath isn’t bone and sinew, it’s hollowed wood and rope. His confusion has him spitting out fur, scrambling back. It’s too late, a net is thrown over his head, suddenly pulled tight against his body. His limbs, tail and wings are pinned, wiggling uselessly.
“We got one boys!” A voice yells, hooting and hollering with triumph.
A deep growl rips through his throat, teeth bared and snarling. Six humans surround him, matching sick grins watch him struggle with the net. They poke him with a stick, laughing when he tries to bite them through the rope.
“This one’s a fighter!”
“Look at him, he’s an alpha. We already got plenty of those,” huffs another.
Tetsu’s eyes narrow in suspicion. There’s been rumors, talk of hunters looking for rare prey, an eye on hybrids. He thinks of his mate curled up in their nest, waiting for him.
His struggling renews, tail whipping as best it can. The rope is tugged tighter, dragging him across the dirt. His claws desperately dig into the ground for purchase, wanting to fight back in some way.
“Could skin him for his scales,” drawls another, mouth a sneer. “And his horns could fetch us a good price in the cities.”
Tetsu gasps in horror! Not his horns, sharp and long, curved above his ears, an alpha dragon’s manly mate attractor!
“Bad humans,” he growls, legs kicking, tangling himself more. “Let me out of this thing!”
His voice gets deeper, commanding, but humans don’t play by the rules of alphas and omegas. They laugh and jeer, and poke him some more.
“Think he’s got an omega around?”
That has him snapping his teeth, thoughts filled with protect omega and protect mate. His stomach sours at the thought of them taking his Ei, every horror story of hybrid mills crossing his mind.
“No!” He roars. “Stay away from my mate!”
At the same time another roar rings out, a shadow swooping over them all, then a body lands a few feet from their little crowd. Tetsu’s heart clenches, familiar red scales glimmer under the harsh shine of the sun, Ei unfolds from a crouch to his full height. An intimidating gaze takes in the scene, molten red glares with the ferocity of an erupting volcano.
“Fuck,” breathes one of the men,” he’s beautiful.”
“We take ‘em both,” hollers another in excitement. “We eatin’ good for a month wit’ a beauty like him!”
Ei rolls his shoulders, then plants his feet, roaring out a shrill warning.
“Mine!” A possessive voice barks. “My alpha, mine, mine, mine!”
When one of the humans lurches forward with lasso in hand, Eijiro lashes out without hesitation. Claws sink into vulnerable flesh, an outcry of pain followed by the strong scent of blood. Two more converge, a long red tail slaps both to the ground, Eijiro hurling himself into one of the men holding the ropes. Tetsu’s heart pounds with the need to do something, to protect his future mate.
With only one man holding him down, the net isn’t as tight. The alpha uses his strength to push himself onto his feet, yanking at the net until the last human has fallen onto his face, eating the dirt. It gives him the time and loosened rope needed to free himself, throwing the damned obstacle onto the ground with a snarl.
“Ei,” he howls, barreling into one of the men that’s been knocked down. He knocks that one unconscious with a punch, jumping on the second. “Mate, omega, safe. Go back to the den, be safe.”
He should’ve known it was useless to demand anything. Eijiro is having too much fun ripping into a man’s chest, thick diagonal lines cutting opposing clothes to ribbons.
Eventually the smarter men run away, dragging their unconscious and bleeding friends away with pleas for mercy. They leave behind their silly fake elk, Tetsu kicks the thing.
“Ei,” he croons, arms open.
Eijiro drops the aggressive stance, jumping into the alpha’s embrace. Possessive hands run through silver hair, petting around strong shoulders, lips pressing desperate kisses all over Tetsu’s relieved face.
“They can’t take you,” the omega whines.
A deeper croon vibrates from Tetsu’s chest, trying to soothe. “Easy, omega. I’m here, you defended me. Strong, so strong, perfect mate.”
Ei chirps, nuzzling their cheeks together affectionately. The alpha should be angry with himself for falling into the trap so easily. He can’t when he knows his equal saved him, proving that they were made for each other.
“Hunt together?” Eijiro questions, smiling sheepishly when his stomach rumbles.
Tetsu laughs heartily, agitation and adrenaline smoothed over at the sight of his cute omega. “Anything for you.”
Fandom: BNHA | MHA
Pairing: Selfcest | Blood Riot/Red Riot, side of BKKR
Rated E: Explicit Content, selfcest, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics, omega kiri w/ a pussy, implied poly & foursome, degradation, dirty talk, fingering, come swallowing, come eating, deepthroating, alpha kiri w/ large cock, mild pet play, mild breeding kink, size difference, dubcon
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Day 3: Knots / Ruts / Role Reversal (Selfcest)
Keep your omegas close but your alphas closer.
Eijiro never really worried about the consequences of dynamics after highschool. He'd gotten over the shell shock of intense heats, overwhelming scents, and the differences between him and his peers.
It didn't matter he'd been born an omega, he could still be a hero.
So why did staring at an older version of himself make him feel so insecure?
“Ah, what a pretty thing you are.”
A giant of a man pins him down with a predatory gaze, wild mane of red hair falling over broad shoulders, muscled body in a languid stance, unthreatened. A large boot sits on Eijiro’s right ankle, the weight more of a warning, a slight pain. He's on his back feeling like a bug under a microscope, inspected by familiar eyes.
He’s a cub staring up at the face of a lion.
"I never imagined myself an omega. I appear so… breedable."
The beast of a man leans over, taking a long indulgent sniff. Eijiro gets one in turn, curious.
The scent is similar, his is a crisp apple and fresh spring, a happy omega scent. In contrast is an alpha's darker musk, more like apple cider and the foam of a waterfall. Eijiro is facing a rocky ledge, wary of the plunge.
A finger tips his chin up, the pupils of the alpha have grown dark and wide. There’s a growl, deep and dangerous, that has Eijiro shuddering. The hunched figure laughs, grin mean.
“Pathetic, you aren’t masking your scent, puppy. I can smell how interested you are.”
He whimpers, embarrassed and horny. “H-How did you get here?”
A tsk, annoyance turning that playful expression dark. “Dimension hopping is a tricky thing. Well, I can’t be too mad, it’s given me quite the fun surprise.”
Slick is coating his thighs, omega hindbrain going wild. Is it weird to be drooling over himself? Probably, but Eijiro can’t find it in himself to care.
Then he smells it, an alpha in rut, pheromones saturating the air around them.
“O-Oh my god,” he gasps, breathing it in, thighs starting to shake. “You smell—”
He breaks off into a moan, eyes going a little glassy. The apartment is being flooded with the alpha’s scent, wrapping around him, nearly suffocating.
“Oh, sweetheart,” a mock coo, boot pressing down on his ankle painfully. “You think you could handle me? I wonder if you’re really unbreakable.”
The boot lifts, and in its place is a hand that pulls Eijiro closer, another hand grabbing his throat. He struggles to breathe for a moment as fingers squeeze tightly, a show of power and dominance. He forces himself to relax, to splay arms and legs loosely in submission. A pleased rumble, the fingers loosening, sweeping a path from exposed throat to belly button.
“Get back on the bed, sweetness. I’ve decided on an extended stay.”
Eijiro scrambles to do as he’s told. Between the time it takes to jump on the bed and lose his pajama shorts, he thinks about how crazy this is, if he should resist. He decides he wants this, hormones and dynamics be damned, especially when he turns his head to get an eyeful of tan skin and thick alpha cock.
He may be bigger than most omegas, but his alpha-self is massive from head to cock. There’s scars discoloring the right side, armpit to hip, and Eijiro has the urge to worship them with his tongue. With two long strides, the alpha is suddenly infront of him again, scent aggressive. A large hand grips his hair, pulling him onto all fours, eye-level with a half-formed knot.
“Open your mouth, little me. I want to see how well you’ve been trained.”
With apple red cheeks, Eijiro opens his mouth, lips molding around the knot to kiss, tongue lapping blindly. He gets a few moments to enjoy himself before the hand is roughly pulling on his hair, directing him to the tip of a dripping cock. Obediently he takes the tip into his mouth, spurred on by the pleased hum he hears from above, cramming his mouth full. He’s not surprised when the hand pushes him further down, throat opening up, forcing controlled and measured breaths through his nose.
“Not bad,” voiced edged with a growl. “I’m tempted to keep you, make you my own personal cocksleeve.”
Eijiro moans, he can’t help it, imagining himself between thick thighs, a content cockwarmer.
Cruel laughter, the hand tugging his hair until his head tingles with pinpricks of pain. It only makes his pussy throb harder, begging to be touched, used and dominated as much as his mouth.
“Would you like that, sweetheart? I don’t usually fancy omegas. I’m not sure my other pet would like the constant competition.” A pause, a deep thrust that pushes the tip to the back of Eijiro’s throat, hard enough to make him gag. “He might be persuaded, however, since we are the same every way else.”
Eijiro is barely paying attention to the one-sided conversation. Maybe he should, he needs to gather intel, find out what the hell brought this sexy beast into his bed. But all he can focus on is the cum dribbling down his throat, thick molasses and apple butter filling his belly. This may kickstart his own heat, the smell of alpha rut clogging his nose, pressed up to dark pubic hair.
He’s leaking slick all over the bedsheets shamelessly. He’s a mess just from sucking cock.
“Look at you. Are you always this much of a whore, or just for me?”
His other-self leans over him, keeping that warm mouth choking on dick, thick fingers searching and catching on slippery pussy lips. Hips squirm for contact, but all that earns Eijiro is a harsh slap to his ass.
“Still or I’ll choke you to death on my knot.”
A needy whine, horny mind not at all opposed to the idea. He complies because he wants to be a good omega, sucking the best he can on the gift he’s been so graciously given.
The fingers return, forefinger and ring finger pushing his pussy lips apart, a middle finger sliding through unhindered. A careful circling of his clit has Eijiro’s eyes rolling back, huffs of breath puff out of his nose with every roll. Eventually the middle finger starts to prod, pushing in unceremoniously, fucking down until it’s soaked.
“You opened up for me so easily. Does the idea of fucking yourself turn you on?” The wet squelch of his pussy being fingered fills the room, louder as he’s stuffed with another finger, and then another. “You’d look so pretty on my cock, sweetheart. The bed might not be able to handle my strength, might have to fuck you right through the floor.”
The moan he lets out is muffled by the cock nestled in his throat, but the sound confirms how debauched this whole thing has made him. He’s been stripped down to his base instincts, pliant and hungry for every touch the alpha gives him.
“Maybe I should keep you. If my pet behaves, I’ll let him breed you.”
The fingers inside him twist and that’s all it takes to have him squirting, pussy juice coating the alpha’s hand and wrist. He trembles, toes digging into the sheets as his other-self coos back-handed praise at him.
The knot is full now, bumping his lips as hips roll, fucking his face. He’s overwhelmed, trying to hold back tears, but they stream down his face in salty memoriam of his morals.
“That’s it,” a hiss, fingers pulling at his hair again,” oh, sweetheart, you’re perfect. I’m almost envious of you. If you had a little more control of your instincts, you could bring the world to its knees to please you.”
That does make him a little warm. This big bulk of a man, his parallel self, all alpha prowess, thinks he’s strong. His eyes drink in planes of muscle, a taut stomach and chest, hands itching to touch.
Suddenly the alpha is pulling back, mouth popping off, drool slipping down his chin. Eijiro whines in confusion, but then he hears voices coming near the bedroom.
“What the fuck, asshole! Who the fuck are you—”
Bakugo’s voice, as abrasive as always, tinged with anger and nasty attitude.
A bark of laughter, also Bakugo, but then—
“Ya really be on the dumb train today, me. Who the fuck else would I be?”
Two voices, two Bakugos.
Eijiro rolls his eyes up to look at his other self, the alpha already staring down at him, a row of sharp teeth bared in a snarling smile. Something akin to dread and excitement makes his belly hot, anticipation for whatever is about to come next.
The bedroom door bangs open, two Katsuki’s stare back at them, twin expressions of shock.
“Finally,” drawls his alpha-self, fingers resuming their work on driving Eijiro’s pussy crazy. “You were meant to have him here half an hour ago, pet.”
Katsuki, his Katsuki, is bound, arms tied behind his back in a quirk-canceling block from hands to elbows. The second Katsuki is next to him, pushing him by the shoulder. They could be identical twins if it weren’t for the scar carving a path down other Katsuki’s lip, disappearing under the curve of a raised chin. The scar becomes more pronounced when a wild smirk replaces the shock.
“Shit, ya fucked him already? Smells so fuckin’ good in here.”
Despite getting his pussy railed, Eijiro somehow finds the decency to feel embarrassed. The room smells of sex, rut and heat intermixing omega and alpha pheromones into an intoxicating aroma. They’ve effectively turned his bedroom into a horny den.
“Not yet,” is hummed above him before two more fingers join the three already in him, stretching him further. “But I am about to make him cum.”
The confidence in that statement makes him keen. He wants it, he wants to cum, he doesn’t care how he looks, just how he feels. His hero partner and bestfriend is about to watch him come apart and he can’t even be bothered to care all that much.
“Smellin’ so sweet,” the other Katsuki is crooning, another alpha scent added to the mix. “I know ya wanna cum, princess. C’mon, show us, show us how good it is.”
Eijiro’s whole body shakes with shivers, so close he can taste it.
He chances a glance at his Katsuki, the alpha he’s admired since highschool. A filthy moan is punched out of him when he sees how Katsuki’s pants are tented, thick cock clearly interested in the scene playing out. All three alphas are scenting the room with fertile alpha pheromones, pushing the omega into a frenzy, body slicking in preparation for a mount.
“Oh fuck, Ei,” Katsuki’s breathless voice is the catalyst to his restraint.
He wails, clenching down tight on the fingers inside of him, pussy pulsing as he cums. It’s intense, the hardest he’s ever cum, hands clawing through the sheets, sharpened by his hardening quirk. He’s tearing through the fabric like paper, open-mouth panting as he rides it out.
As Eijiro is coming down from the high, the fingers slip out of him, hole clenching from the emptiness. There’s a pat to his quivering pussy, almost fond.
“Beautifully done.”
He drops down onto his belly, blinking at the bleary shapes and movement around him. Katsuki is soon on his knees at the foot of the bed, almost nose to nose with him. He smells good, something sweet and warm, gazing at Eijiro with equal parts worry and want.
While their alternate selves are conversing, leaving them be for a moment, Katsuki speaks to him.
“Are you okay? Fuck these bastards, putting their hands on you—”
A hand abruptly cuts Katsuki off, the other Eijiro fisting blonde hair in a tight, unrelenting grip. The alpha’s shadow falls over them both, an imposing figure. “Don’t worry, darling,” dark eyes lock with the omega, twinkling with a promise,” you’ll be the next to do so.”
Eijiro is prepared for his heat. The minifridge is stocked with water bottles, he has an omega delivery service scheduled for feeding inbetween, and Mina has promised to check in twice a day. The week will be torture, he knows this, skin already hot with raging hormones and simmering lust. He tries to ignore it, fussing over his nest, pulling on the blankets, fluffing the pillows.
He pauses to sniff at a scented sweatshirt, one of Sero’s, heat bubbling across his face. The alpha’s smell is strong and fresh, cloves and black licorice invading his nose, his omega hindbrain drooling. Eijiro whines, takes another deep breath before exchanging for a shirt. This one belongs to Midoriya, his nose twitching at cool mint paired with paperback books, the comfort of a beta washing over him. It does little to stop the warmth spreading from head to toe, thoughts of sharing his bed with either friend popping into his head.
Bad thoughts, he scolds himself, shoving the shirt back into the nest.
Ei grits his teeth, forcing himself to move on. If he gets too excited by the scents, he'll never complete his nest. Embarrassment floods his cheeks so he continues to move pillows and arrange a couple of gifts from the girls; Mina's bubblegum and peach scent standing out the strongest in its familiarity. He makes sure Mina's clothes are on top, the extra scented dinosaur plushie seated near the headboard wrapped protectively in one of her scarves.
He gets distracted again when his nose picks out Kaminari's sweater, a zap of cinnamon and cherry. Although a beta, his friend's scent is strong and loud, demanding his attention. He imagines it now, deft hands touching along his heated skin. Kaminari may be smaller than him, but he could still bend him over and fuck his tight pussy—
Startled, he rips the sweater away from his nose. Ei doesn't remember grabbing it from the nest to press it against his face. Slick is wetting his thighs, skin sticking to loose sweatpants.
Do his friends care he's about to roll in a nest of their things and get off? They have to know, they have to know he's locking himself up and giving into his lust-filled mind. How his hands wander and his brain conjures up naughty thoughts of big alpha cocks ruining him.
He groans, ashamed and turned on.
The omega in his head whispers all kinds of dirty things, picking at his imagination.
Eijiro ends up flopping onto his bed in defeat, face landing on Bakugo’s jacket, a burst of hot coals and spice washing over him. He hums, nuzzling closer, wishing he could have Bakugo here with him. Those strong hands could be put to good use.
Another scent catches his attention wafting from one of Todoroki's soft woolen hats, knitted by his sister. Dry ice and vanilla competes with Bakugo's more temperamental scent, each trying to win Eijiro's focus. He remembers their fight at the sports festival, thighs rubbing together as he pictures them fighting for the right to mate him. Bakugo's determined snarl, Todoroki's penetrating gaze, two storms colliding.
"Take me," Ei groans to an imaginary winner, properly in heat now.
Eager hips start to hump the bed, clit catching on a pillow. Ei whines, uncaring of the mess he’s making, squirming until he’s got the pillow nestled between his legs. Desperation has him rolling his hips fast, panting into Bakugo’s jacket, nose buried to surround himself with the alpha’s presence.
“I’ll be good,” he’s mumbling, rushed pleading as he chases release,” be so good for you, alpha. I’ll take cock so good, please, please, please!”
He cums and stills to catch his breath, skin still burning with need. Moving onto his knees, Eijiro can clearly see how he’s slicked through his sweatpants, even wetting the pillow a bit.
What a slut, Bakugo’s voice sneers in his head. Begging for cock like a pretty whore.
He’s gasping for breath, peeling soaked pants off and shirt following. Already sweating, his heat has bloomed, omega clawing within his head, howling with lust and need. He gives into it, leaning back into the blankets and pillows, legs spreading.
Gorgeous, Sero’s voice purrs. What a beautiful sight.
Eijiro shivers, fingers playing with his clit, using the slick to make the slide smoother. It feels amazing being able to touch himself, happily rubbing without hesitation, fast and rough.
You sound so wet, is Midoriya’s whisper of awe in his right ear.
Wish I could taste you, is Kaminari’s sigh in his left ear.
Throwing his head back, red hair wild over his face and the sheets, Eijiro slips a finger inside himself. A groan of relief, fingers quickly working up a rhythm, fingering a greedy, twitching pussy. It’s only been minutes, but he needs to cum again.
Can I see what you look like when you cum? Todoroki’s voice innocently asks in his head.
So close, he’s so close he can feel it teasing him—
Come on, Ei, Bakugo is there again, urging him in that rare, soft tone. Show me. Show me now.
“Alpha!”
Like a good omega, he listens, pussy pulsing and gushing.
Good boy, good boy, a chorus of voices praise him while he cums.
“Yeah, ‘m a good… boy…”
He lays there, panting for breath, toes tingling. He doesn’t have long before the need will rush him again, that empty feeling growing in his belly.
Begrudgingly he gets up from his nest to go fishing in his toy box.
His hands fit around a curved red dildo, shivering at the weight of it in his hands. He makes quick work of getting back in bed, taking with him a few more items for fun.
The real fun begins, Kaminari’s voice laughs.
Eijiro grins, getting comfortable on his knees. Lining up, he inserts the tip, circling it inside before inching himself down. Head lolling back, thighs already shaking as pleasure flows through every fiber of his being, Eijiro finally feels some form of relief. It isn’t enough, starting to bounce, taking more in until he’s pushing back to the hilt, full of fake alpha cock.
Look at you, Sero cooes. Taking cock so well.
A high-pitched whine, needy as the omega falls to instinct, pleasuring himself. He has enough sense to reach for a little button by the base of the dildo, pressing it. The toy’s base starts to expand, a knot forming to lock inside his abused hole. He grinds down, mumbling incomprehensible gibberish about being bred, how happy he is to be their omega.
Invisible hands touch his chest, shoulders and thighs. A warmer pair grab his hips, pushing him down hard until his eyes cross.
I’m going to fucking cum in your pretty pussy.
A twitch of fingers presses that special little button on the other side of the knotted toy, thick globs of fake alpha cum pumping inside Eijiro’s hole. He moans, loud and filthy, cumming again at the feeling.
He slumps back, dildo still locked to his pussy, running a hand through his sweaty hair. Omega finally satisfied, he gives the ceiling a sleepy smile, chest heaving as he cools down.
Eijiro shivers, digging his toes into the carpet. His omega whines for him to obey, but he forces himself not to move, to resist the pull of his alpha calling him to submit.
He’s fully aware of what he’s doing when poppy red meets bloody crimson, defiance thrown into the face of a dominant alpha. Katsuki takes this challenge in stride, mouth curling into a savage promise. He flexes his hands before squaring his shoulders and standing to his full height, using his growth spurt to his advantage.
Ei bites his lip, hesitating for only a moment before,” Make me, alpha.”
As soon as the syllables leave his mouth, Katsuki is lunging forward, broad hand reaching for his arm. The omega dodges and rolls, electric thrill shooting up his spine as he attempts to bolt from the room. There’s a warning growl behind him, then the slam of a hard body pressing him up against the doorframe of the bedroom. The wind is knocked out of him for a moment, chest crushed against the doorway. He hunches down, pushing his shoulder back into vulnerable ribs, smiling triumphantly when the action earns him a wheeze.
He’s free again, stumbling into the living room, rounding the couch for a barrier. Katsuki isn’t far behind, jumping over the couch, lunging again to take Eijiro down, the both of them rolling.
Katsuki may be taller, but Eijiro is bulkier, throwing the alpha off with a huff. A howl of frustration pierces through the air, jolting a whimper from the omega. Eijiro tries to scramble to his feet again, but his alpha drags him back down to his belly when hot hands seize his ankles.
The omega bares his teeth in a snarl, one that's matched more fiercely by the alpha, pulling roughly until Ei is underneath a heaving chest.
Katsuki forgoes words this time, snapping his teeth, almost catching the omega’s nose. A deep growl claws its way between them, animalistic, and Ei stops fighting, flopping onto his back, head thrown back to expose the straining muscles of his neck.
It’s the right move, his alpha rumbles, loud and pleased as teeth dip into the skin below his chin. It’s a scrape, then a nip that turns into a bite.
“Alpha,” a needy whine, legs coming up to cling around a set of hips, grinding up desperately. He has no shame now, unable to control the greedy omega in his head chanting takemetakemetakeme.
“I said,” rumbled into his skin,” turn the fuck around.”
There’s no hesitation this time as Eijiro turns onto his hands and knees, Katsuki standing to give him room. The alpha has a perfect view as his omega pulls down his pants, unveiling a peach ass followed by a wet slit, slick sticking to polka-dotted panties. He’s presenting, keening as he arches his back to show his compliance, forehead pressed to the floor of their living room.
“Fuck, you’re this wet already?”
Two fingers take a swipe, Eijiro shivers at the touch, hips trying to find friction before the connection is gone. Katsuki is quicker, pulling away to pop the slick-covered fingers into his mouth with an approving groan.
There’s a sudden hand slap to one asscheek, Ei’s high-pitched yelp echoes through their apartment. “Katsuki—”
“Quiet.” Another slap by a broad hand, a whimper, the appearance of a handprint. “You’ve been a brat all fucking day, teasing me.”
Ei hides his smile, remembering how they’d been out since the break of dawn. Patrol had been pathetically boring, only a few robberies and a lost kid had broken up the slow pace of the day. Maybe it was because of that he’d been bratty from afternoon until they came home late evening. In the lulls his hands would roam over thick biceps, pressing his chest against his alpha’s with the excuse that he was cold, turning around to grind his ass back and pull away seconds after.
Dynamight was looking more than a little flustered and frustrated by the time they changed out of their costumes and headed home.
He wiggled his ass now, whining when it was struck again. “I thought you wanted a distraction.”
“You know it was more than that.” Big hands kneaded the reddened flesh, squeezing rhythmically. “Seducing me on every rooftop in public, you wanted an audience while I fucked your slutty hole?”
Ei shivers and moans, an embarrassing amount of slick wetting his pussy lips and slowly dripping to the floor. Katsuki laughs, amused and horny, shoving down his pants and underwear, fat cock on display.
“Wanted me to prove you’re all mine?”
Taking hold of his dick, the alpha pushed the tip through pussy lips, the pair moaning. Katsuki hisses with clenched teeth, restraining himself even as his alpha howls for action.
“Speak,” he barks in command.
A jump of surprise, the omega whimpering and nodding. “Yes, yes, please. I need you, alpha!”
“Not sure you’ve earned it,” Katsuki teases, moaning at the feeling of wet heat rubbing against him. “Desperate slut. Surprised you fought me, trying to rile me up more. You really want to be punished, is that it?”
“N-no, please, I just want you. Alpha, alpha, alpha—”
The alpha grows softer, a hand smoothing down the beautiful arch of a spine. “Hush, omega, I’ll take care of you. Behave.”
Ei whines, but stills. Katsuki takes his time smoothing both hands down his omega’s sides, the power in those hands that gently touch their way back to engulf wide hips. Primal pride blooms in the alpha’s chest at seeing his omega submissive, trembling with lust.
He moves closer, curling over a strong back, marveling at the way Eijiro seems so small beneath him, pliant when teeth tease the side of a neck. The fat head of a cock nudges, slipping through wet folds twice before pushing insistently inside. The omega opens up to him, warm pussy pulsing and clinging, desperately trying to pull Katsuki’s cock deeper.
“Ah fuck, now there is a good boy, good omega.”
Katsuki circles his hips, groaning at how tight his pretty mate is. He digs his feet into the carpet, pulls back and thrusts forward. The smack of his hips hitting Eijiro’s ass is music to his ears, urging him to do it again, and again, and again, movements growing quicker with each push and pull. His omega is gushing slick, the glide smooth, hips pushing back into it.
“Omega,” a croon, a praise,” beautiful, so beautiful. Don’t want to share you like this with anyone.”
Eijiro is whining and mewling, all primal, desperately trying to please his alpha. It’s a pretty sight, both of them gasping as Katsuki’s knot starts to form, eventually catching so the alpha is forced to bury himself in deep and rut, heavy hanging balls pressed tightly against the back of Ei’s thighs.
“A-Alpha,” a sigh before purring, and Eijiro is cumming around the knot, pulling his alpha along for the ride.
Katsuki growls, overwhelming pleasure and a shuddering pussy tipping him into orgasm, knot locking him in place as he floods Eijiro’s hole with fertile seed. He moans, mouth wide, lips skimming a shoulder, then teeth bite hard, breaking skin. Groaning with every twitch of his cock, Katsuki busies himself with licking the blood, gingerly removing his teeth to check his work. It’s a perfectly placed mark, he thinks, for a perfect mate.
When Eijiro whines again, he’s hushed, being turned slowly onto his side into a more comfortable position. The carpeted floor hardly makes for a good nest, but the alpha only needs a few moments to catch his breath before he’ll move them back to the bedroom.
