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Here you’ll find:
- KiriBaku x fem reader & KiriBaku x gender neutral reader
- solo Kiri or Baku x fem reader & solo Kiri or Baku x gender neutral reader
- KiriBaku fics
I use color coding for characters and readers, red for Kirishima, orange for Bakugou, green is for gender neutral reader, and pink for fem reader.
My post tags: #silveryshards | #silveryshards replies | #silveryshards fem reader | silveryshards gender neutral reader | #silveryshards masc reader | #silveryshards krbk
currently going through and editing all the normal #silveryshards so they reflect the right thing, that way if I don’t update a masterlist you can still find it!
Requests: always welcome!
My Masterlist
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I have so many things I want to write but being without meds atm means my brain is just zooming around like a bouncy ball in a plexiglass box. Here’s where I’m at lol
Routine Rescue Pt 2 KrBkuloo: (Idea Phase), Alpha Baku & omega reader mate help Alpha Kiri when he’s hit with a sex pollen that triggers both alphas into rut
Firelight Meadow; FAU Anon Req, Dragon Mating Season, winner of the poll a few months ago: (Idea/Writing Started) around 500 words started, I keep getting stuck because I feel like this one needs to be magnum opus levels of good (I’m a D&D nerd)
Closed for Renovation: (Writing Started), Construction worker kiri & married Baku + reader, started and stalled out
Date Night, direct sequel to Team Up: (Idea Phase), this one is really hard, because a huge part of what made Team Up what it is, the amount of smut, intensity, etc. was the sex pollen. Without it.. it’s a lot more mundane/more grounded.
Finding Home: (Writing Started) on chapter 1, this is the alpha x alpha KrBk with omega reader dystopian aspects long fic. I really want to work on this one but I can’t seem to make it happen. Dumb brain
Trans-masc!reader domming KrBk AO3 req: (Planning/On List) but need to do research on domming
Vamps KrBk & reader: (Idea Phase), thinking dark gothic??
Mafia AU KrBk & reader: (Idea Phase) I’ll probably do double villains so Ground Zero & Blood Riot x reader, this one will be dark, have dead dove levels of graphic violence and etc. So keep an eye on tags for stuff!!
Tattoo Artist Baku & Piercer Kiri w/Client reader: (Idea Phase), need to write it, millennials & older beware, a tramp stamp will be making an appearance 😭 the youngins don’t know the shame of the before times and like them, but don’t worry Baku teases the shit out of reader for it
Exception, a First Time Creampie Tumblr Req: (Writing Started), my brain just uhhh, decided it was gonna be larger scope
Snack: (Writing Started) couldn’t get the idea of sucking cum from two orgasming cocks outta my head sooo…and it turned into alpha x alpha in rut and then what I wanted at the end lol
A variety of solo KrBk ideas, a handful started, dozens not haha I’ve got a whole list of all the frantically thought of ideas and it’s…sooo long.
Notable KrBkKr WIPs:
First Time Top: (Writing Phase) Baku tops for the first time, my first BkKr work…technically, there’s a lot where Kiri blows Baku and he defs gives top vibes there
Melting Marble: (Writing/editing) Ancient Greece AU where Kiri is a demigod son of Demeter/Spartan & he meets a gorgeous man…with snakes for hair (Meduski)
Unexpected: (Writing phase) Alpha Kiri x Alpha!Prime Bakugou who comes home to Japan after a decade away, ready to finally bond with his mate?? Bonus pts for: biker Baku, and boot kink
There’s a lot kicking around in here, and sometimes I get really caught up in making things Good Enough™️ for you all. I struggle to put out writing (that isn’t imagines) that doesn’t feel fully fleshed and artsy. I’m trying to pivot to getting words on a page at least and doubling back.
That’s had a positive impact, I’ve started 2 WIPs with words on the page at least in as many days. Now I just gotta…finish stuff. It’s also a little time consuming to do fem/gender neutral/masc versions of the longer fics and that bogs me down a bit. But I don’t want to release them until all are done, just so someone can have the POV that resonates most ❤️🩹
Heck, I’ve been rambling. My DMs are open, my asks are open, chat with me! Might help keep me motivated. Right now two of my friends are just getting sent WIPs with me sitting waiting to see what they think, and I’m basically a golden retriever wagging my tail waiting for a ball 🤣
deaf!bakugou who is a sadist and who happens to loooove eating pussy but adored softly biting and sucking your clit until it doubles in size— but when you get ‘too loud’ he just turns the hearing aid off and tilts his head when he sees your tear stricken face.
“you dick, i was telling you i was coming!”
“im glad you came.” he devilishly grins. “feel good?”
“yes but-“ you grumble, slightly groaning when his breath leaves your bundle of nerves. “you said youd eat my pussy, not abuse it.”
“never said i had to hear you.” he shrugs, licking his lips as he smirks.
MORE KIRIBAKU X READER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IDK WHAT I JUST NEED POLY KIRIBAKU🙂↕️
I have returned from exile!! I can totally make this happen (if you’re still around idk how I didn’t see this before 😭😭) I hope this is to your liking? 🥺 otherwise I’m cooking a couple others in the background
Team Up (gn!reader)
Pairing: Top!Kirishima x Top!Bakugou x gender neutral!reader
Prefer fem!reader? Click here!
Setting/AU: Pro-hero/canon but time-skip, KiriBaku & reader 18+ | Team Up AU
Theme: Sex Pollen
Tags: primal/feral!Kirishima, sex pollen, dubcon to con, blowjob, face fucking, oral sex on reader, fingering, threesome, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampies, cum swallowing, breeding kink (sort of?), aftercare, double penetration same hole
WC: 7,850
“Hey! Get back here!” a rough, growled voice echoed through the alleyway.
Your breaths came in aching, heavy pants as you ran faster than you thought possible.
I’m not the villain I’m not the villain! you thought.
Because you’d had the misfortune of being at a DynaRiot fan event, right as some sicko with a sex pollen quirk crashed it. But when the pink mist cleared, the guy was gone, and you had been standing right next to where he released his quirk.
And two pairs of very intense crimson and ruby eyes were zeroed in on you. Eyes you’d admired and..maybe swooned over, for years. Eyes with bubblegum hued rings around their irises, signifying that they very much had been blasted by the quirk.
Rings you knew surrounded your own irises as well. There’s no way you were immune, you’d been in the center of the blast. Dynamight and Red Riot had vaulted from the stage nearly in unison and set on you.
And that’s how you ended up with legs and lungs burning in a random back alley, fleeing your favorite heroes. It wasn’t rational to run, of course they’d catch you. Post-war Dynamight was faster than Hawks had ever been.
“Filthy perv villain I said get back here!” Dynamight snarled.
More than not wanting to be caught, you knew what sex pollen quirks did. And if you ever had the chance to be with your favorite heroes…you wanted it to be for real.
“I’m not the villain I swear!” you finally yelled over your shoulder.
The DynaRiot team up poster you hugged to your chest was crumpling and bending as you clung to it desperately.
“Yeah, right!” Dynamight scoffed.
“We’ll stop chasing you if you stop running!” Red Riot called as he rounded the corner just behind you and Dynamight.
Heat and acute awareness of your pulse in sensitive places started to burn in your veins. Your cheeks itched as flush raced up your neck, to your cheeks, and behind your ears. Not good, not good.
“I’m not the villain and I got hit with the quirk too! I’m just trying to run home!” you pleaded.
Then like thunder an explosion shook the buildings around you and a green and orange gloved hand grabbed your elbow. You pushed, your apartment was just a block away, maybe you could wriggle free? Shaking your shoulders and elbows hard, you pushed the muscles in your legs until they screamed.
“Slippery little fucker—“ Dynamight growled as his hand did slip off.
You saw your front door. Just beyond the twilight of the alleyway and in the bright sunshine of the world. You’d fumbled your key fob into your hand before you’d run.
Words spilled from your mouth on repeat: “I’m not the villain that’s my house let me go!”
“Dynamight maybe they’re telling the truth?” Red Riot’s voice echoed from somewhere further behind.
“Don’t care! Why’d they run, eh? Wouldn’t some extra coming to a fan event be excited to talk to their favorite heroes?”
The growl was so close you swore the heat of it prickled your neck.
Sunlight nearly blinded you as you burst onto the sidewalk then the sleepy road in front of your place. You rushed apologies out as you weaved between pedestrians and clambered up your stoop.
Your knuckles skinned as you shoved your key fob aggressively against the door and fell forward into the building as the door gave way for you. Collapsed on the familiar tiles of your building’s entry, you sighed in relief, waiting for the click of the door closing and locking at your feet.
“Hah, damn extra, thought you could get away that easy? Who do you think I am?” Dynamight boasted, his signature smirk exposing his teeth when you looked up to see him holding the door open.
“Dynamight! That’s so not manly,” Red Riot huffed as he finally caught up and stood next to his partner. “A villain wouldn’t lead us to their apartment. It’s clear they live here. Right?”
You nodded vehemently, the rush behind your ears louder than whitewater rapids. It was impossible to tell what was from the quirk riling you up and what was from running nearly a mile.
“Here, let me help you up. Move, Dynamight.” Red Riot pushed past the explosive hero and extended a large, tanned hand to you.
It easily dwarfed yours, taking it and pulling yourself to standing. His skin was hot, so much so it made your skin tingle in a pleasurable way where you made contact. Once you were righted you pulled your hand out of his and stepped away.
“I’m that one,” you pointed to the first door on the right, “I’ll be going now. I hope you find the villain!”
But as you scurried over to your door and fumbled with your actual key, you heard a low, breathy, “Fuck” from behind you.
That singular word was more sexually charged than all the dirty talk you’d heard in your life up until that point. It sent a shiver down your spine, goosebumps racing to make hairs stand on end across your skin, and electrifying every nerve that could scream “aroused” in your pants. You’d just shoved your key in the lock and shot a glance over your shoulder.
Red Riot was bent, one hand on Dynamight’s back and the other on his chest as he was doubled over. But then fuchsia ringed crimson dialed in on you from under spiked, ashen bangs, the bright hues fleeting as they were overtaken by a rapidly dilating pupil.
“Dynamight let’s go you’re not doing so hot,” Red urged, nudging his friend back towards the doorway.
“No,” Dynamight growled, standing suddenly. His breathing had reduced to clipped, heavy pants and his cheeks were entirely bathed in rouge. “How many rooms is your place?”
Your eyes widened, the workings of the pink mist making you ache, and you had to shake your head to try to clear the fog obscuring your thoughts. Carried in were the oppressing ideas of what could be done inside the apartment.
“I, uh, studio, it’s a studio.” No, that was your last place. “Ah, one bedroom. The bedroom and bathroom are separate and have doors that close,” you offered, unlocking your front door as you spoke.
You’d twisted the handle and stumbled into the familiar warmth of your home, kicking off your shoes in the genkan and shuffling in further.
“Dyna—Kats, let’s just go,” Red Riot urged.
“No, I’m too far fuckin’ gone, Red. You won’t be far behind me, neither is that extra. We need to hole up in their place and call for backup and a healer. I’m not gonna jump some NPC on the street because of a god damn sex pollen pervert,” Dynamight growled back, shoving the other man’s hands off and stomping into your apartment.
Panic flashed through you and you scrambled to grab the guest slippers from your closet. You hoped they were big enough as you tossed both pairs down and retreated further into the living room. A heavy sigh came from the hallway and Red Riot ducked in after Dynamight before closing the door.
A fuzz of surrealism coated your gaze watching the pros shuck their heavy boots and pull on the blue-house slippers you provided. And then Dynamight was right in front of you again, smelling of smoke, sweat, and something artificially cloying. It became near impossible to ignore the heat throbbing in your most sensitive areas.
“Do you want the bathroom or your bedroom?” he growled, teeth clenched as his hands flexed and squeezed at his hips, the leather of his gloves creaking slightly.
“What?” you questioned, still fighting the bright pink fog permeating your thoughts. “Huh?”
Dynamight groaned and grabbed your arms tight, pulling you close. “Do you want to lock yourself in the bathroom or your bedroom so we don’t fuck?”
You reeled back as your eyes widened, but you didn’t fall over, his grip on your arms had been planning ahead. “I-um!”
“Bakugou,” Red Riot called from behind him, dropping the hero names in private, “they probably don’t even realize what’s happening. They were running so hard it might not have sunk in they’re…ya know.. And not everyone knows what a sex pollen—”
“I know,” you interrupted. “The pink mist the three of us got covered in and breathed in and whatever other absorption methods it uses. We’re all about to be crazy horny, right?”
Dynamight burst out, “Hah! If fucking only.”
Your brows furrowed and you looked to the nicer Riot for further elaboration.
“Uh, well, not all of them are the same but… crazy horny isn’t even half of it. If it’s like most of them, yes we’ll be very aroused, but also our inhibition centers of our brains will be shut off, there will likely be pain if we don’t fulfill our desires, our sex drives and stamina will be supernaturally high, and it won’t just be a desire, it’ll be almost like a compulsion?” Red explained, taking off his mask and setting it on your coffee table.
As you were digesting the information Dynamight huffed, “Basically, we have to fuck, we won’t be able to stop ourselves from fucking, and we won’t stop until either the quirk runs out or someone comes and hopefully heals it off us. That’s why I asked what room you wanted. You’re gonna lock yourself in there and we’re going to barricade the doors. We probably won’t be so feral we’re tearing doors down.”
Your eyes got even bigger. “Probably?!”
Dynamight shrugged, pushing his mask up on his forehead to rub his eyes, black liner smudging on his lids and gloves. “At the very least Red and I will probably go after each other and not you if you listen and pick a room!”
“My bedroom, it’s bigger?” you offered and started backing towards it.
Seeking reassurance your gaze found Red Riot for empathy, but hardening was crackling up his cheek as the magenta ring around his irises glowed.
“Kirishima,” Dynamight warned, stepping between you and the sturdy hero. “Extra, get in your room, now. It takes Red longer to get pulled under but something about his fucking latent heteromorph genes means he’s gone when it does. And that’s now. So get in your room.”
You listened, turning on your heel, fleeing into your bedroom, slamming the door, and fumbling with the flimsy lock on the handle. After it was turned you collapsed against the hollow particle board barrier separating you and the heroes.
“Kirishima, hey, look at me,” Dynamight’s voice was less harsh, but had reclaimed that low, breathy quality it had had in the entryway. “I’m right here, big guy. Focus on me, yeah? Not the sexy thing that just ran away. Me.”
Something jolted in you at being called “sexy”. Your body grew hotter and your clothes started to feel like sandpaper on your skin. You dropped everything in your hands and hastily stripped off the clothing you had on, only relaxing when you thumped back against the door again, completely naked.
“Fuck.”
Again, how could one singular word be so filthy and arousing? Dynamight’s voice hadn’t lost its strained tone that had only served to drive you crazy so far, but he also turned the single syllable word into several, growling it long and low with need.
Your fight was destroyed, then. The swirling pink at the edges of your thoughts and mind came pouring in, filling every available space. With it, heightened awareness of how bad the throbbing ache was in your most sensitive places. It was hot and heady, an inferno sparking from your loins and blazing across your entire body. That’s why your skin was feeling so hot.
“Kats I need,” Riot rumbled on the other side of the door, nearly whining it.
“I know, I texted Deku and the others our location, hopefully someone comes soon.” A huffed groan. “Okay fucking strip, Red. We gotta distract ourselves from them.”
You zoned out for a few minutes, groping yourself for some relief from the flames. Clumsily your hands roved your own heated skin but offered no reprieve. A strangled noise of frustration pulled from your vocal cords and you stopped. On the other side of your door were heavy grunts and the slickened, wet slap of skin on skin.
It only made your situation worse as the pink fog condensed into scenes of what the two incredibly sexy heroes could be doing. Flashes of their cocks out, fists wrapped around each other’s lengths. Of Dynamight on his knees devouring Red’s cock while stroking himself. Red sitting on your couch, Dynamight in his lap, thighs wrapped around his heavy cock, thrusting between them while stroking Dynamight’s.
With a whine, you pressed your hand back against that ache, trying your tried and true methods of self pleasure. Your hand moved in familiar, pleasing ways but instead of helping you climb towards the peak and out of the inferno, it stoked the flames and made it worse. You thumped your head against the door and whined again, panting.
A few moments later you realized there was only silence on the other side of your bedroom door. Was something wrong? Had the heroes gotten backup and left you to suffer alone? The thought made your stomach drop and you pulled yourself up, frantically undoing the lock and yanking the door open, assessing your living room.
Sat side by side were your favorite hero duo, naked, hands on each other's cocks. But they were frozen, staring at your door. You blinked a few times in confusion.
“You’d gone quiet…” you tried to explain. “Thought you’d left me.”
Dynamight shook his head, staring at your naked form as he grunted. “Heard you whine. Stopped cause we thought you might be hurt…”
“I feel like I’m dying,” you forced out, the words hiking in pitch. “Touching myself isn’t helping.”
“Won’t,” he replied, clipped. “Sex pollen. Not jerkin’ it solo pollen.”
“So what am I supposed to do?!” you burst out, falling to your knees.
“Just wait until help comes,” Dynamight forced. “We’re doing this so we don’t maul you—”
Red Riot stood, devouring the distance between the couch and your door in a handful of strides. The speed startled you, but not as much as how massive Red Riot’s cock was. It hung heavy under its own weight, swaying with each step. At least 9, maybe 10, inches long and the girth of a soda can. And suddenly right in front of your face.
“Hiya,” it wasn’t his usual bright, litting tone, but a deep, heady one, “want?”
You looked up with wide eyes just as his thumb pushed between your lips and pulled your mouth open. Then the drooling, molten hot, plush head was worked into the space. As you tasted the salt of his pre an eager moan ripped from your throat and you dove forward. Yes you wanted it.
His girth made your jaw burn but you wanted it all, licking, sucking, then relaxing your throat to take it deep. Riot’s head threw back with a groan, his hand pressing against the back of your head. Drooling messily around him, he thrust heavily, groans of pleasure spilled from him with each surge of his hips.
Red Riot filled your senses, the heavy aroma of working man flooded your nose, his cock filled your throat to overstuffed, all you could see were neatly trimmed black pubes against tanned skin, his pre coated your tongue and throat with promise of his essence, and the solid thump of his balls on your chin paired with his near feral groans were all your ears wanted to hear.
So when deft, calloused fingers toyed with your entrance and completely took you by surprise, it simply couldn’t be helped. You jolted and sent Riot’s cock fully down your throat. Both of his hands cupped the back of your head and pushed as if it could get any deeper than your lips and nose kissing his pubes.
“Sorry extra, just me. Gonna prep ya, yeah?” Dynamight rumbled into the shell of your ear.
His voice was some holy, or maybe unholy, marriage of a growl and a purr, overlaid with the low, breathy air that turned you on so much in the entryway. When you felt a pat on your shoulder seeking a response you pulled one hand off of Riot’s shin and shakily gave a thumbs up.
“Mm, good,” he rumbled, and everything throbbed and tightened up.
“Oh fuck!” Riot shouted as your throat tensed, the only warning before warm, thick saltiness was flooding your throat and filling your belly.
It was nearly molten, you felt it as you swallowed. Then it settled in your stomach, like a too hot drink on a very cold day. Your eyes rolled back and the fervent moans your throat tried to make were silenced by the monster twitching down it and filling you. Just then you felt the flick of a wet tongue at your entrance and you were cumming too.
The pleasure hadn’t been building, it just had been. Every tingle across your skin, the heat racing in your veins. It was pleasure and peak in a way you’d never felt before. Your orgasm ebbed and flowed in waves radiating from your core to the tips of the far reaches of your body, leaving feather-light flutters and echoes tingling everywhere. Cumming that hard, you knew Dynamight was witnessing a veritable flood from you.
He only hummed in response and continued the work he’d begun with his tongue. It flicked and teased over your entrance again and again, never quite pushing inside until you were quivering for it, whimpering around Riot’s still hard cock. Dynamight chuckled, a short noise, and spoke into you.
“What kind of hero would I be if I tortured such a sweet little hole?”
Then his tongue pressed into you, making your hips buck in pleasure and again, surprise, as the hero fully seated it inside. Your nails started to dig into Riot’s shins but with a metallic clank, his hardening kept you from doing it. Whines bubbled around his cock as your body trembled once more.
Your right hand frantically searched for purchase and a hot, big hand took it and squeezed, grounding you just before another body wide explosion of ecstasy overwhelmed you.
“Got you,” Riot groaned through his gritted sharp teeth. “Got you.”
When your eyes stopped ringing — yes, somehow the pleasure peaked so high a blissful white noise rang behind your eyelids — you heard what had to be the world’s most smug hum, vibrating into your hole. On a normal day you’d try and sass back. But the way the hum made Dynamight’s tongue vibrate inside you snuffed out all embers of rebellion.
Riot still held your hand fast, grounding you and providing a solid anchor in the dizzying overwhelm of this quirk altered pleasure and arousal. His other hand cupped your face and softly stroked a thumb over your cheek. “I move?”
You weren’t sure if you’d even notice with the nearly overwhelming sensations feeding into you from every sensory input. But he’d asked, so you gave the hand holding yours a thumbs up and tried to focus on the loud-mouthed hero’s tongue. For all his aggression and prickly exterior, it seemed Dynamight was a considerate lover.
He moaned into you. His lips and tongue consumed you so fervently it would shame that of a starved man with a meal. Skill was never something you’d question when it came to him, he was the best after all. But the thoroughness of his delving tongue and sucking lips had every atom of your being trembling at the apex.
Your eyes rolled back, your jaw dutifully slack as Riot continued to roughly fuck your throat. His guttural grunts from above and Dynamight’s smug hums and moans from below enveloped you in a duet to rival the opera. The pleasure you were giving and receiving ran a current from Riot through you to Dynamight, caught between.
A whimper, that was swiftly cut off by a hard thrust of Riot’s cock, escaped you when you felt empty. Dynamight’s lips and tongue no longer lavished you. But in their wake calloused hands molded over your hips. The tongue you so loved carved a path up your bulging throat to the shell of your ear.
“Ready for me?” the rumble that was his voice vibrated in your ear and sent electrons tingling in every direction of your being.
Best you could answer was a shaky thumbs up with the hand Riot supported. A breathy chuckle heated the delicate skin. “Good.”
His fingers dug trenches into your hips as he pressed himself inside. He wrapped his lips around your earlobe and nibbled at it to muffle his moan. “Just the tip so far.”
A flitting whine was broken up by the fat cock stretching your throat as once again everything clenched at his mostly mundane but erotic oration. Just that crossing of growl and purr, low and breathy, made everything he was saying delectable filth. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to enjoy dirty talk any other way after this.
While you were contemplating the intricacies of Dynamight’s sex voice, he started feeding you inch after inch of hot hero cock, right into your achingly empty hole. Your moans hummed around Riot’s cock and sent him over once more, giving your throat something to suckle down greedily.
“Guess I better catch up, that’s two for Red, two for you, and none for me,” Dynamight hummed.
His hips surged forward and buried the rest of him exactly where he belonged. A debauched groan reverberated in your ear. He ground his hips closer, as if balls deep wasn’t deep enough. The inner friction pressed him perfectly against your sweet spot and allowed the restrained tremble of pleasure floating through you to break free. Your fingers clutched at Riot as you chased his orgasm with your own, clamping down on Dynamight tight as you arched.
A real growl ripped from him as his grip tightened on you. “Fuck—no not yet.”
They weren’t in that toe curling, pants dropping tone, the words were rushed and strained as if he were fighting against something. His fingers were surely leaving deep red marks, perhaps even bruises for tomorrow, he held onto you so tight. Breaths panted heavily through gritted teeth, then—
“Fuck it,” he snarled into your ear and began pounding into you with strength and intensity that could only come from a top hero.
All you could do was hold on as the two heroes fucked you from opposing sides, each drag of their cocks shooting pleasure along every nerve you possessed. Other than gripping Riot’s hand with your own, you surrendered between them as they held you in suspended ecstasy. The three of you were at the mercy of the fuschia ringing your irises and the mist in your minds.
“So tight,” Dynamight groaned hotly against your ear. “Fuckin’ cumming as soon as I was inside? Almost made me blow like a virgin.”
The words had lost a bit of the seductive reverb you’d been entranced by. It had been replaced with a feral amusement as he did his best to fuck your brains out. If Riot’s cock wasn’t down your throat, he might’ve.
“So fuckin’ good,” Dynamight praised, growling when you clenched at his words. “I think someone likes it when I talk.”
His low chuckle, somehow effortless despite his ferocious pace, heated something deep in you that had somehow evaded detection thus far.
“Was gonna try and go slow, but feeling your tight little hole cumming on me destroyed the last of my resistance against this damn quirk. Now I’m just gonna fuck you until we pass out.”
You covered his hand on your left hip with the one that had been gripping Riot’s shin, holding onto both heroes for dear life. Giving in to the pink fog in your mind you drifted in the pleasured haze of their efforts. Dynamight’s words continued to rumble in your ear but it was sensation and not the meaning that made it through.
Only when firecrackers popped to your left were you pulled from gliding on the pleasured mists of the sex pollen back to your body. Still unable to turn your head, brightness followed by smoke lit up your peripheral vision. Dynamight’s quirk?
“Fuck gonna cum, fuck, fuck,” he groaned into your ear hotly, his right hand pulling you back into his ferocious thrusts. “Fucking you raw and gonna cum inside.”
The pleasure of reality far outweighed that of the pink mists. Your entire body tensed before being swept up in the crashing wave of euphoria his words set off. Just before he slammed in hard and snarled, “Take it all.”
Every twitch and pulse of his thick cock emptying inside you prolonged your own release. His cum was thick and hot enough to feel as he flooded you with it. Your eyelids fluttered. Dynamight hummed and brought his left hand around your front to toy with your most sensitive spot.
“Mmm, that’s right, get bred and cum again while I do it.”
While added stimulation sent you soaring, it wasn’t needed. He was breathy and groaning with each spurt that warmed your insides and it was indescribably good. The orgasm numbed your mind for a moment and all you knew were the twitches of his cumming cock, the mirroring clenching of your hole around him, and the unexpected but welcomed pulsing of Riot filling your throat again with a loud moan.
Your senses slowly returned after the earth-shattering orgasm. The first thing you noticed was how empty your mouth and throat were. Riot sat back on the floor in front of you, breathing heavily. The second thing was Dynamight had resumed pounding you, but without his partner in the way, he’d sat back on his knees and pulled your thighs up to hold you to his chest, fucking up into you. Third, the pink around Riot’s irises had dulled some.
Tilting your head back, it thumped to Dynamight’s chest and he smirked at you, leaning down to possess your lips with a kiss. When he broke it he hefted you up more, as if you weighed nothing, so his lips could press to your ear again.
“Red needs a little break, but don’t worry, he’ll come back to play in a bit. I’ll make sure to keep you preoccupied.”
Riot was slow to recover, which was a boon. It took Dynamight two, or was it four?, more orgasms to need his first rest. His strong hands eased you off his cock and he carried you to the shower. How the three of you fit, you were too fucked out to assess.
The notoriously angry hero gently washed you as Riot held you to his chest. Riot was purring as he hummed and cradled you. As the adult with the last semi-functional brain cell, Dynamight ensured the three of you were cleaned up, drank some water, and fed a snack. Then he secured you between both heroes’ chests as you all laid on your far too small bed.
“If we keep contact we’ll have a while longer before it gets really bad again,” Dynamight murmured and kissed your forehead. “Hopefully. Sometimes these quirks can make you sex zombies until you pass out. But I think we’re clear of that given Red hasn’t tried to hog you and I was able to stay…somewhat in control.”
You felt floaty, drifting in the pink fog again as his words lulled you to sleep.
—
“Come HERE, Red. I know you think their mouth is the 8th wonder of the damn world but you’ve never complained about mine. Let them sleep, c'mere."
A disgruntled huff blew your hair and the heat that had been pressed to your back disappeared. It was followed by a long, drawn out moan that staccatoed into frantic grunts. You weren’t fully awake, somewhere between dreamless sleep and the sexual realities of wakefulness. Sleep won out for a while longer.
—
“Fuck, Ei this one makes you cum a lot. Mm. Tastes good though. How the fuck did they swallow…what, four? Five? Of your loads yesterday without choking. Fuckin’ hell.” There was shuffling and a grunt. “Yeah, I got hard suckin’ you off. Watch the teeth, but be a good boy, take care of it.”
Your mind painted the picture to accompany the sucking and moaning happening just off your bed. Dynamight naked, leaning against your bedroom wall as Riot knelt in front of him, devouring his cock. It made your body hot all over again, and you tossed your blanket off.
Then Dynamight was cumming, roaring out Red Riot’s given name, “Fuck, Eijirou!”
Your eyes flew open just in time to see his head throw back and his hips surged forward to bury deep in the other hero’s throat. The heat of the day before blazed to life once more and you whimpered out before you could help it. Riot pulled off Dynamight and turned to you, head tilted.
The sturdy hero really did seem more…base like this. His words had been limited and fractured and everything was processed almost like a dog? Your brow furrowed again but before you could ask, the bigger hero was climbing up on the bed and gently nudging your thighs apart to settle between them.
“I fix?” he offered, stroking his still ridiculously massive cock back to full hardness.
There was the heat of embarrassment on your cheeks. “You’re really big.”
He smiled sheepishly and offered his fingers first.
“Oi, Shitty Hair, eat them out, then finger them, and then you can fuck them with your horse cock, okay?” Dynamight quipped. “I’m gonna try stupid Deku again while my head’s clear enough.”
“Okay, Riot, is that okay?” you asked, trying to confirm the steps needed to prep you.
“Kirishima,” he huffed, “or Eijirou. Not Riot.”
“Fair enough, I guess we are having sex, formal titles maybe need not apply,” you laughed. “Okay, Kirishima, do you know what Bakugou said?”
He rolled his eyes at you and hooked his thick forearms under your legs and pulled you up to his face. “Primal, simple, not stupid.”
And then he buried his face in to ravish your entrance. You expected to be tender or sore from the absolute wrecking you took from Bakugou the day before, but you weren’t. Benefit of the quirk, maybe?
Then you realized, who fucking cares, Red Riot’s face was buried between your thighs and his tongue was working you open bit by bit. You laid back and enjoyed. Two orgasms later, one on his tongue, the other on four of his fingers, Kirishima kissed up your body to your lips.
“Missionary?” you asked, not in a condescending way, more checking in.
But the hero shook his head. Kirishima grabbed you and turned you over on your right side, then pulled your left leg up flat against his chest as he settled in the junction between. Apparently Bakugou had found your lube, as Kirishima was slicking it over his huge cock. Spit as lube was okay for the smaller of the two, but not for that.
Kirishima angled his hips properly and made eye contact with you, his head pressed to your thoroughly prepped hole. You nodded, the heat was getting worse.
“Please, I don’t want to be as bad as yesterday.”
Kirishima inched his cock in slowly, making sure you were adjusting and not in pain. You were fuller than you’d ever been just halfway. By the time he was seated fully inside you, you were so stuffed it almost confused you.
“Oh my gods,” you breathed out.
With each throb of his heartbeat, you felt it, twitching against your sensitive inner walls. Its girth had you speared open and spread on every inch. Your insides quivered around that massive cock as it kept your sensitive inner spot completely lit up, the pleasure making you shake just on the edge.
“Move now,” Kirishima murmured.
If you had thought Bakugou fucked hard, then Kirishima was a sexual wrecking ball. His hips drew back in a fluid motion, making you gasp and jolt as his thick head rubbed over that place inside. Then the hero’s thick fingers dug into the plush of your thigh as his hips snapped forward again.
You didn’t moan, you screamed with pleasure.
Rubies accented with fuchsia stayed trained on your face. While primal, they were still very aware, and reading every expression and movement your body made to ensure the screams were of ecstasy. And oh were they.
Kirishima’s cock was bullying the sensitive place inside to extract every modicum of pleasure the nerves could excite. Pleasure buzzed and raced across your skin and radiated out from your core. Intensified by the masterpiece of Kirishima above you, eyes slightly unfocused, and lip bitten between sharp teeth in his own pleasure.
“Tight,” he grunted, gripping your thigh harder and somehow going faster?
A minute hadn’t even fully passed since Kirishima started thrusting but your body clearly didn’t care about lasting. You tumbled headlong into the first orgasm of the morning. Your fingers fisted into pillows or sheets. Back bowed as a particularly pitchy scream rang out into your bedroom.
“Fuck, Ei,” came from the doorway. “You’ve got them melting on your cock.”
Your scream morphed into a whine when he spoke. His words, they’d resumed their initial low, breathy, almost predatorily hungry tone that made you ache. Kirishima grunted above you and his hips shifted just enough to make every pass hit in an exquisitely unique way.
Instead of hitting you either head on as it would in any other position, his cock was dragging sideways to create a completely different sensation of pleasure. It had you clamping down around the monster rearranging your insides without letting up. If anything, the consistency of the pleasure was a constant as he wrecked you, unlike other positions that gave intermittent pulses as a cock drug over that spot.
“Gods you’re already fucked out,” Bakugou breathed behind your ear, pressing to your back.
Truthfully, a whimper was all you could manage. Maybe “good”, “yes”, or “Kirishima” were possible but much else took too much brain away from the pleasure that continuously washed over you.
A heated chuckle tickled the back of your ear. “Don’t worry little thing, we’ve got you.”
And you were screaming again as Bakugou’s calloused fingers found their way around your hip, dancing with the part of you that throbbed desperately for attention. They deftly worked until your eyes rolled back and shimmering galaxies swirled behind your eyes with the dual stimulation climax that crashed over you.
You must’ve clenched around Kirishima as you came. Hardening sharpened his fingers and the points pricked your skin. He slammed in balls deep and flooded you with a torrent of molten spend with a guttural roar. The heated deluge heightened the throes of your own pleasure and everything went black for a few moments.
—
“Hold still, Ei. I know, I know, they feel really fucking good, but my cock’s about to burst and I need in them. And you always love it when our cocks get to rub up against each other inside someone, don’t you? Yeah, that’s a good Riot. Just hold still while I work them open more.”
The words found you in the twilight of coming back up after a brief blackout. You were thankful you hadn’t been fully pulled back to it because two fingers generously coated in lube worked their way inside you right against Kirishima’s cock.
“Oh fuck they’re gonna be so tight,” Bakugou groaned, his cock thumping into your lower back. “Maybe we keep this one, Ei…”
Carefully and oh so slowly, Bakugou’s fingers made room for his, not exactly average, cock alongside Kirishima’s monster that you had assumed was filling you to the brim. Apparently not. Two fingers became three, and when three turned to four, Kirishima’s hips bucked with a growled whine. The fingers thrusting inside you simultaneously provided friction for the cock already seated there.
“Oi, careful, not yet.”
“Kats—” Kirishima whined.
“Don’t ‘Kats’ me, we’re not tearing them open because you’re impatient.”
A disgruntled, “hmphed” whine strangled in Kirishima’s throat before snuffing out. “Hurry?”
“The fuck do you think I’m doin’? Taking a leisurely, sightseeing stroll down stretching lane? No, Shitty Hair, I’m doing this right, as fast as I can. So just hold still damn it.”
Another pouty grumble rumbled from the bigger hero.
“Big baby,” Bakugou huffed.
But it wasn’t much later that he was pulling his fingers out and pressing a lube sloppy cock in their place.
“Hey,” Bakugou rumbled in your ear, kissing your neck just below it. “Time to come back up.”
You opened your eyes, he was leaning over you, and smirked when your gazes met. The pink rings around his irises had faded to just a faint outline. Bakugou smirked arrogantly.
His hips canted forward with a measured pace. Easing his head into your opening and against Kirishima’s throbbing length. You gasped at the added stretch, but he’d prepped you meticulously so there was no sting.
Bakugou’s face buried in your neck, his scarred right hand gripping the squish of your hip from Kirishima pushing your leg up. His left arm snaked under your torso and pressed him right against your back. The added sensations of touch distracted you from the maddeningly slow sink of his cock into your depths. A strained growl rumbled from clenched, sharp teeth above you both.
“Ei, wait,” Bakugou commanded back, much to your amusement, like an owner chastising a dog. “I’m all the way in, we have to give them a fucking second before actually fucking, kay?”
You hadn’t realized your entire body tensed up when he bottomed out. Full lips trailed open mouthed kisses down your neck and across your shoulder. His right hand ghosted up your side, over your ribs, and found purchase on your nipple. The tender bud filled under the rough pad of his thumb.
Warm, concentrated pleasure from it diluted and spread throughout your body. The last whispers of the sex pollen persisting the whole body euphoria it had transformed pleasure into. It eased the taught fibers of your muscles, making you relax all over.
“There you go,” Bakugou rumbled, nipping at your ear.
His first thrust was a slow ease of his cock out and then back in, making both you and Kirishima moan at the friction he made. Bakugou secured his grip on you once more with his hand settling on your hip. Using it as leverage, he groaned into your ear and rolled his hips into you fluidly, his cock gliding perfectly inside you.
The surge of his cock brushed over the sensitive nerves of your inner wall with delectable pleasure. Kirishima’s massive length buried next to it kept pressure on it constant, continuously radiating bliss into the streams enveloping your whole being. The drags of Bakugou’s cock amped the sensation, every thrust.
“Katssss,” Kirishima keened in a high pitch that surprised you coming from the big, masculine hero.
Bakugou groaned, drawn out and rumbling, ignoring Kirishima’s plea for permission. Kirishima growled and gripped your thigh to his abs, rearing his hips back and slamming in hard. Your body bowed and you screamed out.
“Fuck, Eijirou!” Bakugou shouted into the nape of your neck.
With Kirishima’s impulsive thrust the limiters both heroes had been arbitrarily holding disintegrated. Two hot, throbbing cocks slammed deep inside, sliding against each other and your walls. You were near constantly screaming with the pleasure of it all. Grunts, growls, and the wet slapping of your three bodies connecting filled your ears.
Bakugou’s fingers dug into your side, pulling you back onto his cock, all while Kirishima similarly yanked your leg to him and pressed his cock deeper. They weren’t in sync but it only heightened the experience.
Kirishima’s thrusts were savage, deep, and primal, intent on slamming his monster in you as hard as possible. Bakugou’s hips pitched and rolled with precise, intense surges, dialed in to perfectly crash against your inner spot. Together they conducted a masterwork of pleasure, amplified by lingering dregs of sex pollen.
Your fingers and toes tingled with it. It raced along your skin and left goose flesh in its wake. The slightest brush of Bakugou’s lips on your neck became full bore electric shocks adding to the building tidal wave. Pulled under by the riptide you were at the mercy of the sexy heroes and their deft ministrations.
“Wanna keep you,” Bakugou admitted. It sent shivers across your nerves, that perfect blend of growl and purr, low and breathy, had returned again. If you could bottle sound, that tone of his voice would be first up.
“Keep?” you struggled out between screams.
“Keep,” Kirishima growled from above. “Yes. Keep, please?”
Bakugou chuckled in your ear, only the velvet of his voice.
“Mmhmm, keep. You could be our pet, our toy, our fuck buddy.” He thrust particularly hard and groaned out long, face burying in your neck. “Fuck, for something this good I’d do the damn wine and dine bullshit, make you our partner.”
Hot, sucking kisses worked down your neck. Hardened fingers gripped so hard they scratched.
“Want me to wear a fucking tie? Take you out and show you what it’s like to be with Dynamight—” A growl of protest for being excluded. “—and Red Riot? Spoil the, ngh, fuck outta ya?”
He panted the words, his perfect, intense thrusts started to stutter into slams of his cock. “Want, really wanna to keep you. Fuckk. Let us keep you. I’ll tell the damn reporters Dynamight’s off the market. Why the fuck would I—would we, want anything else when we have this.”
“Please, keep, please please please,” Kirishima whined out, somehow fucking even harder in his desperation. “Kiri yours. Only. We keep, you have. Ours. Yours.”
“Two of Japan’s sexiest bachelors begging for you,” Bakugou hummed, “willing to share you. Wanting to keep you. Be ours, be ours. We’ll do anything.”
Your mind spun, whirling with the possibilities of dating the pros. Being their full time lover. They wanted you so bad. The talking had kept the tidal wave just at the edge of the cliff you were waiting on. Your hand grasped Bakugou’s and you answered, breathless: “Say please.”
“Please! Please! Please!” Kirishima immediately whined, grasping your thigh harder and barely pulling out, more fucking his hips into you roughly.
Bakugou growled and bit down on your shoulder, hard, groaning and snarling frustration around his mouthful of you. His thrusts morphed to Kirishima’s cadence, primal, aggressive, powerful.
“Not you, Shitty Hair. They meant me. Smug little fuckin’ shit.” He mumbled the last part into your shoulder before growling. “I’ll wear a full fuckin’ suit, tie, you can be our hero gala candy.”
You were holding on for dear life, fighting against your orgasm frantically. It wasn’t something you’d ever done before. But your orgasm felt like a reward for the explosive hero, and you wanted to hold all the cards.
“Say,” you panted out, then whined, “please.”
A growl reverberated your skin and he muttered curses into your shoulder.
“Fuckin! Fine! Let us keep you, please,” Bakugou snarled in your ear.
“Yes!” you screamed as your world exploded into a trillion particles of pleasure, the final restraint against your orgasm broken at his beg.
“Fuck!” Bakugou shouted in shock, burying himself in your clenching heat as your screamed confirmation and pleasure sent him over suddenly.
“Cumming!” Kirishima roared, shoving even deeper than Bakugou.
Their hot, spurting cocks released a cascade of cum inside you. The gravitational pull of the pleasure nebula crashed all three of you together for simultaneous orgasms. You screamed and moaned, writhing on their cocks.
“Fuckin’ full of us,” Bakugou moaned against your neck.
Kirishima rumbled in agreement, pleased and seemingly content.
Your eyes fluttered open after snapping shut in bliss, turning to see mussed ashen spikes and a flushed, blissed out Bakugou. A small smirk spread on your lips. Through your panting you said, “I got Dynamight to say please.”
Bakugou bared his teeth before devouring your smirk with his own commanding lips. You weren’t released until you were thoroughly dizzy again.
“Tch, yeah, yeah, don’t get fuckin’ used to it. We get to keep you, that’s all that matters.”
Kirishima settled against your front, smooshing you between the heroes. You were showered with kisses and sharp toothed nips across your neck and shoulder. And everything felt right.
—
Deku finally arrived several hours later, holding an antidote you barely needed. You were thankful the heroes insisted on another shower after the morning romp. The blue liquid erased any lingering traces of the pink mist and cleared your heads.
You smiled small, sheepish as Bakugou and Kirishima donned their boots again to leave with Deku. The poster, crumpled and creased from your frantic grip the day before, shook in the air between you as you held it out for their autographs.
All that “keep” talk had to have been the sex pollen, you had rationalized. You’d always have the experience but you hoped to have something tangible to remember it by.
“The fuck is this?” Dynamight sneered at the borderline destroyed poster.
“I was in line for autographs yesterday and hoped I could still get one,” you murmured.
Red Riot grinned and didn’t hesitate to autograph his own abs on their official DynaRiot Team Up poster.
“Please?” your voice wavered in the full brunt of the hero’s anger.
“The fuck does our partner need a shitty crumpled poster for? If you really want one that bad we can bring a nice one when we come to pack up your stuff.”
Your eyes widened. “Pack up my stuff?!”
Bakugou’s eyes narrowed beneath his mask. “I don’t say shit I don’t mean. Especially if I fucking say..please.”
“Did Kacchan just say please?!”
Explosion to the face.
“Bottom line, we were serious if you are. Sex pollen or not.” Gloved hands captured your hips and pulled you flush as he leaned down and kissed you.
“My turn,” Kirishima nudged, gathering you in his arms and picking you up to kiss you breathless.
“Guys cm’on the paperwork for this incident is already mountains high,” Deku urged from the hallway.
Bakugou growled at him with bared teeth before smirking at you. “We’ll be back once we’ve got the hero shit sorted. You’re good moving into our penthouse, right?”
You nodded, still dazed. The heroes said their goodbyes and left. After a thorough cleaning and junk purge you were ready and waiting when your apartment became overrun with famous pro-heroes, all helping pack and move..
“The legendary, mythical being that managed to convince Kac-chan to settle down and finally fess up to Kiri,” Chargebolt laughed.
And that, dear reader, is how you became the inseparable glue in the DynaRiot and you, trio.
Let me know if you want more in this AU! Part 1.5, Part 2 coming soon
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Pairings: Alpha!Katsuki Bakugou x Omega!gender neutral!reader | Splash of KiriBaku/KiriBaku crumbs (dom!Bakugo x sub!Kirishima).
Tags/Warnings: omegaverse, omegaverse anatomy (pheromones, knots, channels, slick, fangs/canines, scent glands), m x m handjob, knots, light praise, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (use a condom!!), biting, slight blood, mating bite, light choking (no breath play), begging, more praise, fingering, workplace sex, riding, blowjobs, swallowing (implied), finger fucking throat, gagging/choking, exhibitionist, and the observers don’t really…consent. All characters are 18+, this is time skip era.
Word Count: 4,546 ish words
A/N: I’m open to continuing this if people want more; I have ideas for rut/heat. Maybe adding in KiriBaku x reader. Etc! #silveryshards wasn’t used yet so I’m claiming it!
Everyone knew Katsuki Bakugo was an alpha - how could he not be an alpha? He was a hero, damn it. Not like that damn Deku, who only became an alpha after getting OFA.
For the longest time, he insisted having an omega was beneath him. He didn’t need one, he’d brag, cocky as ever with his signature smirk.
“I’m so great I can just spend my ruts alone. I don’t need some dumb omega’s slick channel.” Kirishima, also an alpha, had laughed and told him that he was really missing out.
“I don’t need sex.” Bakugo had insisted for the umpteenth time. It was a distraction. It could lead to romance, especially in a world where mating for life was, well, a thing.
One rut too intense and an omega who smelled too sweet? He’d be fucking stuck with one accidental bite. Nah, fuck that. He was fine solo.
At least, that’s what the pro insisted. From the time he presented in middle school right up until he met you at 25, that is. Dynamight, the #4 pro hero on Japan’s charts.
It was a routine save. He’d heard the semi careening out of control, the driver laying on the horn in warning. He blasted over, his speed after his quirk awakening making him almost as fast as Hawks once was.
And there you were, collapsed in the crosswalk, fear plastered on your pretty face. Wait - pretty face? No. That wasn’t right.
Tch. Get ahold of yourself, dumbass, this is a rescue. Save the dumbass and move on. Bakugo thought to himself.
He aimed himself just right and swooped in to gather you up. The whole thing took him only a handful of seconds. One, you were staring down a semi ready to flatten you. The next, in the arms of a smirking pro with spiky blonde hair and mask rimmed ruby eyes.
“Watch yourself next time, extra. Don’t just lay there and take it,” he shouted over the wind as he flew you to the nearby hospital for eval. Though, they look like they’d be good at lying there and taking it.
He shook his head, trying to clear that thought away. He wasn’t a knot head. Hell, even in a rut he could rescue omegas and control himself.
But something about you. The shine of your hair, the sparkle in your eyes that appeared after the fear left them when you knew you were safe in his arms. It was different. You were different.
He landed easily on the sidewalk in front of the hospital. Your hair was wild snarls from the wind, and you anxiously tried to tame it, to no avail. He snorted, “Tch, don’t bother.”
You looked at him with wide eyes and realized, hey, at least I’m alive; so, you stilled your hands. The pro set you down and hovered his hands at your waist, ruby eyes scanning for vertigo.
As you stood on your own two feet, you took a shaky, deep breath. You hadn’t realized you’d been holding it. The strong scent of smoky, spicy cinnamon and alpha musk flooded your senses and made you feel dizzy. Your omega perked up.
You saw on his neck there weren’t any scent blocking patches - no mate bite either. You covered your nose, not wanting to be rude but needing to not inhale that scent anymore because oh my god he smelled perfect.
Dynamight smirked again, tilting his chin up and looking at you down his nose. “Can’t handle my scent, little omega?”
You shook your head, gasping. He chuckled, but took out scent blocking patches and applied them nonetheless.
You sucked in greedy breaths to clear your head. As you did, he caught whiff of your scent. Warm vanilla and omega sweetness. It wasn’t anything special, he insisted. Just vanilla.
And yet, his fangs ached, his cock stirred, and his alpha was perking up. What the fuck?! You were just some random extra he saved. A job.
You quietly thanked him and headed in, suddenly shy in the presence of the intimidating pro hero alpha. He watched you take one step, then two, and when it was about to be three his body moved on its own.
“Wait.” He growled it. He was by your side and shoving his business card in your hand before you could turn around. Your hand was warm, even through his gloves, and he swore it made his skin tingle.
“My card.” His voice was deeper, gruff. When you looked up at him with confusion he growled and rolled his eyes. “Tch, so you can call me, dumbass.”
Before you could say anything more, he had taken a few running steps away from you and blasted back into the sky; leaving you dumbfounded.
The fuck, the fuck, the fuck?! His thoughts were racing. His heart pounding. His ears ringing. His cock…hard?! All over one, dumbass, random omega?! He growled as he returned to his patrol route.
The rest of his patrol was mostly uneventful and when Red Riot fell into step with him in the last hour, his best friend could tell he was especially…sour.
When the red head nudged him, the blonde only growled in response. It took the entire rest of patrol for the insistent shitty haired bastard to pry it out of him.
“I rescued some dumbass omega today and they smelled good, okay?!” he finally exploded when they were back safely at Dynamight’s agency.
“Whoaaaa,” the big himbo practically whistled, “Bakugo ‘I will never need an omega’ Katsuki smelled an omega he liked?!”
“Fuck off,” the blonde growled back. Of course, Kirishima was not physically capable of letting things be, so he grinned, those damn shark teeth glinting.
“Nah, man, cm’on. Lying isn’t manly. Neither is denying your instincts! It’s perfectly normal to be attracted to an omega, ya know?”
Bakugo gritted his teeth as he shucked his costume and went to the showers.
“Awww, cm’on Bakugo! Talk to meeeee!” the red head pleaded, his crimson eyes extra round and wide in that dumb puppy look he always gave him.
“Don’t need some shitty omega, no matter how good they smell,” Bakugo growled again. “So what if they’re the first one that’s ever smelled appealing.”
Kirishima had followed him into the showers, standing an easy head taller and half a person wider than Bakugo. Red had really shot up their 3rd year, and at 25, he was huge now.
All muscles and a few faint scars. Bakugo had often wondered if he didn’t like omegas because he liked alphas, because…damn Kirishima did look good.
But, no. He’d offered and they’d tried once after graduation. It didn’t go…horribly, but they agreed it just wasn’t for them long term. Kirishima had been sheepish and admitted he liked sex with omegas too much, no matter how perfectly manly Bakugo was.
And that was that. Sometimes they masturbated together or jacked each other off because, well, why not? But, nothing more. Bakugo never complained about seeing that monster Kirishima hid in his pants hard and in action either.
“Wait, wait.” Kirishima’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “No other omegas in 11 years have ever smelled good to you? Not one?”
“Nope.” Bakugo went through the motions of washing himself, soap running down the planes of his muscles, already thinking he needed to shut the redhead up. “Hurry up and shower, Red, you’re stinking up my agency.”
Kirishima laughed and started to shower as well. The running water the only sound that hung between them for a bit. But when Red started up again, “Seriously none—”
Bakugo had had enough. He walked up behind Kirishima with soapy hands and wrapped his hand around the base of his soft cock, running the pad of his thumb over the head.
“Whoa, bro! Didn’t know we were doing that today.” Eijiro chuckled, but relaxed. Bakugo just growled in response and smirked as the monster twitched to life in his hand, so thick he could barely close it.
With practiced ease he ran his hand up and down Kirishima’s hard length, rubbing the head with his thumb every other pass, just like the red head liked. The other alpha let out a guttural groan and leaned his forehead against the shower wall.
“Fuck, Kats, yeah. Like that, man,” he breathed. The blonde smirked and kept going, his right hand coming around to cup Ei’s heavy balls, massaging them just right. His cock twitched and throbbed. “Ah! Mmmmfff...”
It didn’t take long — not that Kirishima couldn’t last, he just didn’t need to. He didn’t have anything to prove to Bakugo. “K-Kats I’m gonna-I’m gonna pop a knot,” the red head gasped out.
“Pleasepleaseplease let me cum,” he begged. Bakugo grinned and abandoned Ei’s balls in favor of circling his hand around the huge knot at the base of his cock. His hand hardly fit around half of it.
“You wanna cum, Ei?” Bakugo asked softly.
“Mhmm, pleasepleasepleaseplease,” the other alpha whimpered.
Bakugo smirked, squeezed with the perfect pressure around his knot and whispered to Eijiro: “Then be a good boy and cum for me.”
The bigger alpha let out a strangled moan as he painted the shower wall with an insane amount of thick, white alpha cum. “Fuck, I’m a good boy!”
After his best friend was reduced to a whimpering mess, they cleaned up together and got dinner. Once they ate and they were watching TV on their shared couch, Ei looked at him.
“Don’t think the handjob made me forget our conversation,” he said, his voice a little flat in a way that told Bakugo a repeat distraction wasn’t welcome and they were talking about this. Damn it. the blonde thought.
“Fine,” Bakugo huffed, “No. No other omega before this shitty one has ever smelled good. Others…don’t smell bad. They just don’t smell… I dunno. When you talk about it, I’ve never smelled anyone that makes me feel that way.”
“You mean how I’ve said they smell sweet? How they make your alpha want to mark them, claim them, mate them? How their smell can make you hard?” Kirishima asked.
Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Yes, Shitty Hair. Like that. I smelled them and they smelled…good. And my damn dick got hard. And my shitty fangs tingled. And my dumbass alpha decided to show himself outside of rut.”
Kirishima pursed his full lips. “Did…did you touch them at any point?”
“Of course I did, dumbass, I saved them from a semi!”
“And? Did touching them feel…tingly?” Crimson red eyes were zeroed in his face now, observing carefully.
“Not…not until after I smelled them. When I handed them my business card, it tingled through my glove.”
Kirishima gasped and jumped up, thudding on the floor as he did so. “Dude!”
“Jesus, Shitty Hair, what is it?!” Bakugo growled.
“I think you found your mate!” Kirishima said with an excited, dumb look on his face.
“I don’t want to mate them,” Bakugo protested.
“No, not like that. Your true mate man!” Kirishima insisted, so excited.
“Don’t believe in those fairy tales,” Bakugo growled.
The two alphas argued back and forth for a while, but Bakugo still refused to believe what Kirishima insisted was the truth.
When you called a few days later, though, and he heard your voice through his office phone; the blonde’s heart raced. He asked you to dinner.
And so, you had dinner with the pro. He was…uncharacteristically awkward to start. He avoided touching you and couldn’t hold a conversation.
But as the night wore on, he warmed to you. Despite scent blockers he could still smell you and you him. By the end of the night, he’d invited you home and could barely keep his hand off your thigh in his Porsche.
You shifted in the passenger seat, nibbling your lip. That smoky, spiced cinnamon scent of his was only stronger in the car and made you even dizzier. His strong hand on your thigh felt like a live wire.
Bakugo ground his teeth as he drove, his fangs aching, his hand squeezed tighter on your thigh. He wanted you. Right now. He needed his pretty omega on his cock begging to be knotted.
His scent spiked and you got dizzier. You closed your eyes and tried to calm down. You tried not to slick up in his fancy car. You would be mortified. But as he squeezed the second time and he growled low in his throat, your omega yielded to your alpha.
Worry for the fancy seats was gone, showing your alpha you wanted him was priority. When the sweet smell of slick hit his nose, Bakugo pressed his foot harder on the gas. He’d already texted Kirishima and told him to make himself scarce. His hand gripped you harder and he growled again.
“Omega,” he growled, his voice so low it was almost all growl. “I need to know if I can fuck you when we get to my apartment, because by the time we get there I won’t be able to think.”
“Please,” you whimpered. His hand gripped you impossibly harder, it felt like it would bruise, you liked that idea, though. Your alpha’s handprint on your thigh.
He inhaled deeply and glanced at you for a second, his ruby eyes had their pupils blown wide in desire. You saw a prominent bulge in his dress pants. It throbbed under your curious gaze.
“And,” he inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Mating. My alpha is having a very strong reaction to you. But I won’t mate you without consent. I don’t want to ask when you’re in the throes. I need levelheaded consent.”
You jumped a little. Mating?! He did smell really good and your omega had been preening about how he was the world’s most perfect alpha…but…mating?
“Are…are you sure?” you asked cautiously.
Another low growl. You shook and couldn’t help the slick that now dripped from you. He sounded near feral.
“More than I’ve ever been in my entire fucking life. You’re mine,” he barely growled it out. You wondered if he was about to fall into a feral rut or something.
You could do worse in a mate than a top 5 rich hero. And god, he was gorgeous.
The red dress shirt he’d worn clung to his muscles in a delicious way. You saw the full outline of his strong pecs and a whisper of his abs through the fabric. His full lips were pressed together now but usually sat in scowl you wanted to kiss away.
Those ruby red eyes made your heart skip a beat with their intensity and his pale blonde hair spiked just right. Yeah, you could do much worse than this alpha.
“Yes.” It was barely a whisper, but his hand tightened further on your thigh, and he let out a sharp breath from his nose.
The trip from the car to the penthouse then to his bedroom were a blur of his hands on your hips and waist and his lips on yours. It felt like he was going to eat you.
God, would he, please?
His lips tasted better than he smelled. You needed more.
He had tossed you on the bed as if you weighed nothing. You hadn’t even stopped bouncing before he’d ripped his shirt off, buttons flying, and prowled on top of you.
You finally let yourself focus inwards and felt the ache that came with slicking up. You’d ignored it in the car, wanting to try and stay in some level of control. But now, under your alpha, you wanted to feel everything.
Above you, Bakugo was barely hanging on. His hands fisted the sheets next to your head and his breathing was labored. Sharp, alpha canines glinted in the dim light of his bedroom as his lips pulled back. His ruby eyes were zeroed in on the blank space on your neck where he would place his bite.
Mine. Claim. Omega. Mate. Mate! Mate! Bakugo’s alpha roared inside. It was the most the damn thing had ever said outside of his rut. But he couldn’t help but agree. Your skin was silky smooth and begging for his mark.
When you tilted your neck submissively under his gaze, he growled in a pleased way. “Good, omega.” His hot lips captured yours again in a frenzied kiss.
It was a flurry of lips and tongue, a few clicks of gnashing canines together as you both tried desperately to swallow each other. Your heart raced. Your lips tingled. Your whole body was buzzing with arousal.
A puddle of slick was forming beneath you and your needy hole ached to be filled with his cock. His knot. Fuck, oh god, your alpha’s knot. You moaned into his mouth.
He pulled away, a smirk dancing on his lips along with the string of saliva that connected you.
“Like something, sweet omega?”
You nodded. “Just excited, Bakugo.”
“About what, sweet thing?” he asked, trailing calloused fingers across your jaw and down the column of your throat.
Those hands. So big. Could easily circle your throat.
You moaned and ached further as he gently wrapped his strong fingers around the shape of your neck as if he had read your mind.
“Such a pretty neck, begging for my mark,” he murmured, trailing kisses in the tingly wake of his fingers on your jaw.
“You,” you answered. “I-I want your knot, Katsuki.”
The hand around your throat twitched, threatening to squeeze, a feral sounding growl rumbled from deep within his chest, and he pressed his hips to yours, the evidence of his desire hard against you. So hard. So big.
Bakugo’s alpha was near feral as you asked for his knot. He barely held back from choking you beautifully and sinking his teeth into your pretty skin. Instead, he rolled his hard, throbbing cock against you and captured your lips in another hungry kiss.
You whimpered into his mouth, ready to do anything he asked so long as he fucked you soon. He swallowed your whimpers like they were candy and growled, wanting more sweet sounds.
“Want to hear every little sweet sound my omega makes for me,” he growled lustfully. His right hand moved down your body from your throat to your hip and pulled you against him as he continued to grind his aching cock against you. Each roll of his hips made his abs flex. God, you wanted to lick them.
“Yes, alpha.”
His hot lips burned a trail down the column of your neck, teeth nipping and tongue darting out to lick. You tilted your head beautifully for him. Bakugo hummed out a pleased growl. You felt elated, you were pleasing your alpha.
You moaned, whimpered, and whined near simultaneously as his canines dragged against the skin over your scent gland. His breath was scorching as it washed over the sensitive skin there. You were gasping.
“Please,” you begged.
Bakugo couldn’t restrain himself any longer. He dove forward and sunk his canines into the delicate skin of your throat around your scent gland. His sharp alpha fangs easily broke the skin and let him taste your delicious blood.
He growled as he lapped at the mating mark, the bond starting to form and settle into place. Each of his touches on your skin no longer felt like a live wire but like heaven, euphoric. You moaned, so loudly, and your body shook beneath him as he marked you, claimed you as his mate.
Pleasure blossomed everywhere and everything felt extra sensitive. You didn’t notice him ripping your clothes away. You hardly heard his belt or the zipper for his pants. The euphoria of the mating bond kept you floating until he spoke again.
“Omega. Come back. Come back to me, baby. I want you here when I take you,” Bakugo coaxed, his voice was now an adoring, deep purr.
Your eyes slowly focused on his flushed face. His red eyes were still blown, but now there was a measure of control since he had marked you, his alpha less feral. You licked your lips.
Bakugo grabbed your hips and wrapped your legs around his waist, giving him the perfect angle to tease your hole with the head of his cock. You gasped at its size and started to speak, but he gently shushed you with his lips.
Long, calloused fingers teased at your hole. He groaned at how slick you were for him, murmuring about how “perfect” his omega was for him. The first finger slid inside and you gasped, your walls fluttering around the intrusion.
“Fuck,” he breathed, “you are so tight, baby. You’re going to feel like fucking heaven wrapped around my cock.”
You moaned in response. He started to thrust his finger in and out. He didn’t break his rhythm as he added a second, stretching you blissfully. But then he curled his fingers and beckoned you to “come here” and you did.
Your back arched and you screamed out his name as he rubbed that spot inside you perfectly and unraveled every ounce of pleasure within you. Your legs tightened around his waist as you came undone for him.
Bakugo grinned and worked you through your orgasm, adding a third and fourth finger while your hole clenched him in pleasure. By the time you were done gasping for breath, he had lined the head of his thick cock up with your dripping hole.
“Mine,” he growled. With one fluid thrust, he sank into you, all the way to the base. He bit his lip and groaned loudly, his head thrown back in pleasure.
“FUCK!”
“Fuck.” He shook above you, your hole so tight, wet, and hot around him. Perfect. So much better than his hand. So much better than any toy. How could he have ever thought he was better off without an omega? Better off without you?
“Fuck,” he repeated. “Ei was right. This is fucking good. So.”
He withdrew his hips and slammed back in.
“Fucking.”
Another hard thrust.
“Perfect.”
Your eyes were rolled back and your moans were screamed as he fucked you, the head of his cock perfectly hitting that pleasure center inside you with each thrust. His hands gripped your waist tightly as he fucked you for everything he was worth.
Your alpha was perfect. He made you cum twice more before his knot started to catch on your entrance. By then, you were nothing but a moaning, shuddering blissed out omega.
“Gonna knot you, sweet thing. You want your alpha’s knot?” he grunted.
You nodded, whining out a “yes”. With one last powerful thrust, his knot popped in. It swelled to its full size, stretching you almost painfully, and Bakugo roared in pleasure as his cock spurted rope after rope of cum into you. It was hot and you felt every twitch of your alpha’s cock.
After you mated, it turned out you were the type of omega who needed to be with their alpha and scent them as much as possible while the bond settled. Bakugo brought you to work and held you in his lap as he did paperwork and other work “bullshit”.
There were many times when he would grin and sweetly ask you to ride him slowly while he worked to help “motivate” him. You lived to please your alpha and always obliged. There wasn’t a workday where you didn’t end up riding him or on your knees under his desk, his cock down your throat.
One day he had a meeting with other pros to discuss an upcoming mission. You quietly sat in his lap, straddling him, nuzzling against his scent gland for comfort. You felt his cock start to harden under your ass and as always, your needy hole slicked up for him.
Bakugo bent to your ear and whispered quietly, “Naughty little thing I mated. Don’t worry baby. Alpha will take care of you.” He sat back up and resumed conducting the meeting.
He had removed his gloves for this meeting and brought two fingers to your lips. He mouthed, “suck” at you and you opened your mouth for his fingers. He roughly forced them inside the warmth.
You sucked well, the sweetness of his nitro-sweat dancing on your tongue. He thrusted his fingers in and out of your mouth like he would his cock. The other heroes pretended not to notice.
Bakugo sped up his fingers and pushed them deeper into your throat, making you gag and choke audibly. The heroes took notice of that, but he kept talking like he wasn’t fucking your throat with his fingers.
One hero finally cleared his throat and said, “Uh, Dynamight…can we talk about this without… that going on?”
Bakugo glanced at him, unfazed. “What? Do you have a problem with my omega sitting on my lap? With me having some fun with them? Because I don’t care what you think, I’m going to do what I want. Just listen to me and try not to get distracted by the pretty little thing choking on my fingers."
He kept finger fucking your throat for a while, you drooled around his fingers but tried to keep your choking quiet. You loved being used by your alpha.
Finally, his hand snuck into your waistband.
One finger gently poked at your dripping hole, experimentally. It slowly sunk in and you buried your face in your alpha’s chest to stay quiet. The second finger followed the first and when he curled them like he always did, you couldn’t help but moan softly.
Bakugo continued to talk and direct the meeting with ease, never faltering. He also kept up a perfect pace finger fucking you, a third finger making it impossible for you to not whimper and moan in pleasure.
A few of the other heroes present made displeased faces at your sounds. Bakugo noticed, your face was buried in his chest, so you didn’t see, and your alpha grinned, letting out a hearty laugh.
“What did I say? Focus on me, my words. This pretty little thing is mine. I know they’re being a little noisy, but the poor thing can’t help it. Do your best and ignore them.”
Bakugo sped his fingers up further and you bit your lip and tried to keep your moans in. But he was hitting that perfect spot inside you each time and you felt yourself starting to fall apart. You gently tapped his chest and looked up with pleading eyes.
He smirked, “Go ahead, do it.”
You pleaded with your eyes, knowing you wouldn’t be able to stay quiet while orgasming. Your heart pounded with desire and anxiety.
Bakugo leaned forward again and growled in your ear, “Be a good little omega and cum when alpha says so. Do it, right now. Cum all over my fingers in my lap in front of them.”
You couldn’t help but let out a muffled scream as you clamped down on his fingers and came, hard. Bakugo grinned and let out a pleased growl, sitting back and finger fucking you through one of the most intense orgasms of your life.
“Perfect little omega,” Bakugo cooed, kissing your forehead as you shook and came down from the heavens. “I can’t believe I ever thought I was better off without you.”
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tags: cock warming, blow jobs, vaginal sex, no prep, quirk use during sex, teasing, unintentional dom/sub undertones, feral bakugou katsuki, biting, hickey, bakugou gives you some firecrackers on accident but no burns, passing out from orgasm, creampie wc: 3,756 a/n: sorry the text isn’t smol
Your boyfriends each have many hobbies. Katsuki loves cooking, hiking, napping, and if it counts, training. Eijirou loves working out, socializing with the Squad, and scoping out the best meat dishes in the city. But they both enjoy their own versions of gaming which are…vastly different.
When you tell people Katsuki loves gaming, they always jump to asking which FPS he likes and what his rank is. He has to love competitive games like those, right? Not so much.
Katsuki’s game genre of choice is most often horror. Anything from The Last of Us to Silent Hill, Amnesia and Dead Space. Always on the hardest difficulty, right out of the case, and he doesn’t shelf them again until they’re platinum. You hear triumphant scoffs from the other room and, “Shitty game, you think you can get me with that lame ass jump scare? As if!”
If he’s not in a horror mood you can find him grinding an ARPG, exploring the maps to unlock every waypoint, min-maxing his builds, and really sinking his teeth into the stories crafted by the devs.
But he does play various multiplayer game genres with The Squad. Even FPS since they’re Denki, Mina, and Sero’s favorite. Both of your boyfriends oblige their best friends. Eijirou locks in as the tank because, “It’s what I do best!” While Katsuki rolls support and healing types with an eye roll to anyone that scoffs at the role, “Their job is the hardest, dumbass. Your ass will be screaming for me in no time.”
They’ll dual screen with the projector, each split on the wall big enough you can hardly tell it’s a different aspect ratio, shoulder to shoulder with their branded headsets on.
“You idiots, why do I have the most kills as the healer?!”
After about an hour Eijirou usually has to snatch Kats’ controller out of his hands to save it from being melted in the inevitable rage induced quirk “mishaps” when Katsuki blows his lid. You usually can cool him off with some head scratches, which he vehemently will deny to his death loving, and several kiss attacks.
Eijirou loves a cozy game, he’s a real Nintendo fanboy when it comes down to it. Sitting back, relaxing, building something with love and care, like the Minecraft server he’s been nurturing with the Squad since high school? Perfect to the sturdy hero. He’s played Stardew more times than you can count, and his Island, more importantly his completed museum, in ACNH makes you so jealous. Seriously, when did he get the time to find everything?! Katsuki even commissioned a custom set of joy-cons and a matching Switch dock in a Crimson Riot and Red Riot theme. Eiji bawled his eyes out and said it was the manliest thing he’d ever seen.
You love and respect your boyfriends endlessly, they’re top working pro-heroes who save lives every day. They deserve undisturbed hobby time. Dedicated rest and relaxation. Buttt…your libido? It just can’t abide by that. You already spend the entire working day with them away and those hours before they sleep are precious and few.
But they can’t exactly focus on their games while also pounding you into oblivion. Well, you’d never asked exactly… maybe that was something to try one day… but for now?
You’d found your way around it: cock warming.
Eijirou is in the living room with you, playing Stardew. He’s got his hair tied out of his face with his white bandanna. Sans a shirt and in soft, black sweat pants. The content on your phone that previously held your attention has lost it. It never stood a chance against those tanned muscles.
Your hand stealthily trails over his thigh to the apex of it, cupping the heft of his soft cock with an interested hum. Even soft it was a monster. A solid but yielding weight as your fingers absently squeeze.
“Whoa there, hey baby, want something?” Ei chuckles warmly, fondly.
You hum again, nodding, rubbing your thumb over a rapidly less squishy spot as it begins to pulse rhythmically and solidify. Eijirou just kisses your forehead and spreads his thighs for you with a toothy grin. His cock inches to life with every pump of vitality through his veins under your expert tending.
It’s burning hot when you finally slip your hand under the waist band to pull it from the darkness. Eiji groans, his hips giving an instinctual buck at your seemingly mundane grasp. But it’s your touch on his most desperate of needs. Seeing his cock is like the first time, every time. Deep burgundy heart shaped head cresting a thick, fat shaft and more inches than a book boyfriend. His heartbeat echoes in your hand, a breathy, low whine pulling from clenching jaws, a plea comes in the form of a jerked squeezing of abs that pushes your hand closer to the base. Pre wells clear at the apex of the head, ready to weep his need and slick your way.
Affection pulls your lips into a devoted smile just for him. But this is your privilege. You dismiss him with a few waves of your off hand to pay attention to his game. Your transition to the floor is fluid. Knees and toes balancing you between award winning thighs. A perfect position to lave a passion warmed trail from base all the way up to kiss away that droplet at the apex. You’re drooling already. Saliva setting your tongue adrift in a flood behind your teeth.
Parting your lips while hovering above it strings it all down. Over your toy that pleads with every throb, smoothing your way. You give a quick, teasing flick of your tongue. Look up Eijirou through your lashes. His lower lip is hostage between two rows of sharp teeth but his eyes are on the TV, obeying and still playing his game. Good.
A firm suck pops the head between your hungry lips. Having him finally in your mouth wrenches a moan from your vocal chords, vibrating the warmth of your mouth against him. Heat and the first whispers of salt the first envoys to your tongue. A welcomed burn in your jaw already kindling. It’s bliss. Your lids grow heavy and close in adoration.
Lazily, you weave swirls along the ridge, fold laps to and fro, side to side, and divine other random patterns to create over and under it. When his shaft is drenched, you relax your jaw, throat, and neck, surging to take three quarters of him in one go. Eijirou bellows out a full moan.
Without looking up you know the scene that would await you. Neck muscles bulging with the effort of throwing his head back, sharp teeth threatening to split a full bottom lip, and crimson eyes curtained behind tightly squeezed lids in concentration on your efforts.
His heart races within your confines of ecstasy, begging not for escape, but more. With a deep breath, you open the doors he’s desperate to pass, and welcome his last several inches. Spongy yet firm the head pops through the squeezing gates, into the achingly tight depths of your throat. A guttural growl shakes the couch frame above you. But he’s right where he belongs: filling your throat and mouth with his thick, pulsing cock. You’re only doing right by him in keeping it warm.
You’ve done this enough you barely register the deprecation of air. Your lips drag along silken skin when you inevitably do breach for breath. Eiji lets out a long groan and meets your gaze. You sheath him back to the hilt when your lungs are full, kissing his groomed black tuft. That’s the rhythm. Breathe then envelop, blissfully repeat. His heartbeat throbs within your wet walls, rewarding you with pre for staying on your mark.
Heat flows from his steaming cock through the tributaries of desire before arriving in the growing flood between your legs. You’ve soaked through your underwear, your shorts. The pulse of your desire mirrors that of his within your mouth. You shuck the clothing, working deftly to preserve the cock in your throat. When you reach down to stoke the fire, a calloused, scarred hand intercepts, fingers winding with yours to pull it away. Then there’s a velvety, molten nudge at your entrance.
You can’t sink backwards, you can’t spear yourself on the salvation presented to you while keeping Eijirou down your throat. A solid pull on your entwined hands forces Katsuki to mold over your back and settle relief right where you need it.
“Fuckkkk,” he growls into the shell of your ear. “Don’t worry, I didn’t come to ruin your slow cock warming and cum together session. I was just going to keep stroking while I watched. But then I saw how fuckin’ desperate this pretty hole is. And…well, I’m the best at everything except resisting you.”
You hear hardening solidify Eijirou’s skin above you, the sharp rip of tearing fabric. Then his cock thickens impossibly further before flooding you with viscous, salty cum. Eijirou groans out his pleasure, long and low. You drink it down. His peak sparks a cascade of bliss. With your first swallow of spend, an avalanche overtakes you in an unexpected orgasm. Your walls rhythmically squeeze your pleasure around Katsuki. Only for him to shout above your head in ecstasy coated surprise as his own release chases yours, flooding your depths.
One of them pulls you off Eijirou’s softening cock so you can gulp in air for the afterglow. All three of you panting from the suddenly shared orgasm chain.
“Not exactly the cock warming session I meant to have,” you laugh softly.
“Mm, sorry about that baby. Walked into the living room and saw you deep-throating and cock warming Ei like it was worship. Couldn’t just look away from that,” Katsuki rumbles into your hair.
“Not that I don’t totally love when you just cock warm us both to orgasm, but seeing you pull Kats into you like that? I couldn’t help it,” Eijirou says with a sheepish smile.
He’s holding a shredded pillow in his hands.
—
Cock warming Katsuki while he games is an entirely different story.
You’re tucked against him, head resting in his lap as he navigates yet another dim, eerie warehouse. It’s cozy. Quality time and parallel play as you scroll your phone. Again, though, the bright little rectangle is nothing compared to Katsuki’s celebratory smirk when he clears a puzzle. And that incisor forward quirk of his lips combusts desire in the depths of your soul.
You mouth his soft cock through the cotton. He gives you a dismissive “tch”. Despite dismissal he shifts back further into the couch, giving your head space in his lap. The fibers catch the wetness of your lips as they massage the firming bulge. Each heartbeat presses against you. When he’s fully hard on your lips, you pull the heat of him out and lay your head back against his thigh.
Lapping lazily at the shaft sideways, your tongue curling around its circumference before dragging slick friction with the pull of it back into your mouth. Your lids heavy as you lave over the searing, velvety skin. Languid tracing of rhythmically throbbing veins and the divine curve that’s distinctly Katsuki. Abs, hard usually through hero work, solidify to steel with strain, tighter and tighter the longer you work him. Muscles corded so taught they quiver with it.
“Damn it you little fucking tease. Fine!”
Katsuki pauses his game and tosses his controller to the side. “Want me that bad, right damn now? Then open the fuck up.”
He hauls you to kneel next to him. The calloused heel of his palm comes to the back of your head. Your hands sink into the cushion either side of his thighs. With mouth open, you dip your head to obey his silent command. Salinity and musk of his skin bloom on your tongue and marry the softness of him sliding down your throat.
His powerful fingers wrap your nape, leading a brutal pace. Each press downward bullies his spongy head into the back of your throat. It’s rough, aggressive. This is penance. For teasing a predator through the bars and forgetting he made the cage. And it stays or dissipates at his whim, not yours.
“There ya go, you’ve got all my attention now,” Kats growls, his voice pitched low by a groan.
Everything blurs, stinging tears fog the definition of his muscles, leaving only the hue of his skin. The textured softness of the couch under your palms fades as the intense slam of Kats down your throat commands your perception, with the tacky yet slick of spit bubbling around him. When he finally drags you off his drenched length, you’re a ruined mess. His lips curl into that smug smirk, stoking your own fire, he uses his shirt to wipe spit from your mouth.
It’s then you realize your shorts and underwear are gone. Somehow he worked them off while your entire world was choking on him. Your waist becomes framed by deadly weapons disguised as hands, fingertips digging in. He hauls you to straddle him, the heat of his breath tingling your ear when he drawls, “There ya go. Just like that.”
An explosive burst of power buries his cock deep in your achingly empty hole.
“Now, be a good boy and be quiet while I play. You've got the best seat in the house,” he rumbles.
Your walls tremble against the stretch of him, the blissful fullness. He retrieves his discarded controller and unpauses the game. His arms wrap around you to press the controller to your lower back. Both a position of comfort and a silent reminder to follow directions. He’s got you tucked perfectly under his chin, warming his cock.
Heat builds and humidity lingers. Your breaths come out in small pants against his throat. You tilt, shifting so your head rests on his shoulder, then you bury your face into his pulse. Eerie background music, inventory noises, and character dialogue fill the space behind you. But it's all just static. Even when you try focusing on anything else save the throbbing cock inside you, the radiating pleasure snaps you back.
Eiji has his massive size. Kats has that deadly perfect upward curve. So buried balls deep? The head ghosts your walls and the rhythm of his heart lights up your inner nerves with each contraction. Every pulse sends leylines of pleasure racing along those highways of sensation. From your stuffed pussy, up to flutter in your cock, and out with shuddering of your inner thighs down to jolts in your toes.
You clench your teeth, eyes squeezing shut, walls clenching in a reciprocal tandem with Kats’ passive pulsing. Jolts of bliss depart from the depot of your core only serving to further fan the flames, not quench them. You’re alight with the incessant urge to move, to generate friction with the catch of his cock head, the outline of every thick vein standing out from his skin.
Without your say, your hips give a languid roll. A breathy moan puffs hotly to his neck in blissful relief. But then a callused hand grips your ass and yanks you down flat, his head pressing firmly against your wall. You gasp, fingers fisting in the softness of his tank top.
“Didn’t say you could move,” Katsuki growls into your ear, voice low and smug.
You shake your head, panting now with the strain. The hard plastic of the controller digs into your lower back this time. His forearms sit on the shelf of your hips to hold you in place. The pressure, the compulsion, the need boiling in your belly. But you remain a statue on his thighs.
Time blurs. The only semblance of its passage is your heartbeat in your core echoing every pulse of his through his cock. A tantalizing and maddening ebb and flow of desire. His cock thickens with each throb, expanding against hyper-sensitive nerves and sending cascades of whispered pleasure through the network. Your body’s only answer is to flutter a squeeze. The cyclical tease of his pulse tripping the web so fleetingly, before the pleasure can truly solidify and be captured, has you trembling.
You try to count the moments by his heart, to distract from the wetness pooling on his pubic bone and thighs, the involuntary tremors in nearly every part of you. But the rise of his chest, the clicks of the controller buttons, and his familiar growls and grunts hold you in aching stasis, right where he wants you. You can be strong, you can be a good boy, you can listen to your Kats.
The break comes as a blinding bolt of lightning, sudden and intense, disintegrating your composure all at once. A choked sob, or whine, you can’t tell, bubbles from your lips, a shuddering breath fights to fill your lungs with enough oxygen to speak, your hands paw at his shoulders as the subtle trembles amplify into full body shaking.
You keen more than speak the desperate words, “Please, Katsuki, please I can’t—”
And then everything shatters.
Katsuki’s right arm bands around your waist, his left hand fills with your ass as he grasps it for leverage. He’s thrusting, hard, punishingly so, and fast up into you. Teeth bared in an almost feral desire and muffling a growl behind them. “Fuckin’ finally you little damn tease.”
His grip on you is so tight it borders on bruising, but you’re not sure anything less would hold you still against the assault of his frantic and frenzied thrusts. Each drive of his hips lifts him up off the couch and right into your hot, silken walls.
“Took ya long enough to beg,” Katsuki grunts, head tilting to crush your lips with his own.
You breathe the air he exhales as he tries to inhale you, your lips and tongues tangling in an uncoordinated, fervent effort to press all the intimate places of you together. Under his tank top, his prominent pecs are nearly scorching. A pull back for air only allows him further access. His teeth close around the fullness of your bottom lip, biting in a blissful sting, and sucking so harsh it sends luminescent pleasure shooting to your core. The friction you were so desperate for is better than you can remember it being.
Katsuki’s cock truly is perfectly curved, both the forward thrust and backwards draw of his hips massage the head of his cock right on your inner wall where the nerves are concentrated. Your toes curl with it, tension locking muscles and straining your strung out body. You’re making sounds, but fuck if you knew what they sound like, your excitement thunders in your ears leaving room only for the guttural growls and snarls of your boyfriend’s frenzy.
Teeth pinch and scrape your shoulders and neck, followed immediately by a hot, slick tongue. It’s too much. It’s not enough. You squeeze your eyes shut and pitch forward to bury your face in his shoulder, begging again, this time for release, for salvation, for sanctuary, for him, for this to stop and never stop. Heat flares and flashes against your hips, the sharp crackling of miniature explosions breaking through to your ears. You gasp at the sudden heat, they’re small enough he’s not burning you, but it's enough to sting, to make you aware.
Aware that your boyfriend, the Dynamight, is so lost in it he can’t stop the sweat on his palms from catching. His teeth dig into your neck hard in an aggressive bite, a harsh suck of his lips and tongue meant to bruise pulling at the skin trapped between them. The pace of his hips hasn’t changed, he’s been locked in on the exact intensity he knows pushes you over, but now he tilts and changes the angle, white bursts behind your closed lids.
“Fuckin’ cum already, damn it,” he snarls around the skin of your neck still in his teeth.
And your walls are clamping down around him, a steady repetition of pressure that mirrors the ecstasy pulsing from your cock, you think you call out his name. But he’s launched you to nirvana, and as you plummet back down to earth, things get fuzzy. Your depths fill further with an impossible flood of pleasure, his cock pulsing with each spurt, his growls die down to heavy breaths.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Kats scoffs just before your eyes finally shut.
—
You wake in between two solid bodies on the familiar support of your bed, head fuzzy despite the unexpected nap. When you move to sit up, Eiji’s voice cuts the silence.
“Whoa, whoa, slow there. That was a pretty intense…whatever that was. You gotta take it easy, okay?”
His hand envelops your shoulder, easing you up slowly. You’re relieved to feel someone cleaned you up and put you in comfy clothes while you were out. Eiji gives you your water bottle to drink from, and one of your favorite snacks appears over your shoulder, hand attached to a heavily scarred and familiar forearm. After a solid gulp of water and some snack, the static in your mind recedes.
“Need anything else?” Katsuki asks stiffly, hand on your hip, thumb rubbing idle circles there.
You shake your head and flop back into the comfort of your shared bed and turn to look at Katsuki. Concern pinches his brows and darkens the crimson of his eyes, but there’s a smugness to how he’s holding himself.
“What was that?” you laugh.
Kats shrugs, then grins, “Guess I was teasing us both with the cock warming this time. Usually have no issues. I think feeling you get more and more worked up sitting on me did the same, well, to me. You really okay, though? You passed out. That’s not our norm.”
Best you can tell, you’ve just had one of the most intense orgasms of your life, been thoroughly fucked, and just knocked out after it. You give him a small smile and nod, “Yeah, think I’m okay. Don’t think I’m moving anytime soon, though. And I wouldn’t say no to cuddles and a movie.”
“Deal!” Eiji erupts, grinning.
You settle back into the comfort of their arms as Katsuki puts your favorite movie on the tv, tugging you closer to his side just a bit.
Needless to say, cock warming sessions with Katsuki don’t usually end up like that, but none involved seem to be complaining.
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a/n: does a post’s alchemy impact if you read it or not?? I’m genuinely trying to figure out how to style my posts and there’s such a variety out there, I don’t wanna do something garish that makes peeps avoid my posts
Ps - if you’ve left an ask I’ve seen them! They’re on my to-do list but I haven’t consistently been on adhd meds (thx America for no universal healthcare) so writing has been hard :( I haven’t forgotten you! I just have to write what my brain is drawn to at that moment ❤️🩹
bakugou katsuki x kirishima eijirou x gender neutral!reader | 18+ mdni or block | fem!reader link | masc!reader link
tags: cock warming, blow jobs, vaginal sex, no prep, quirk use during sex, teasing, unintentional dom/sub undertones, feral bakugou katsuki, biting, hickey, bakugou gives you some firecrackers on accident but no burns, passing out from orgasm, creampie wc: 3,756 a/n: sorry the text isn’t smol :( + wetness from reader in this context is intended to either be wet OR pre, whichever makes you happiest <3 but just a head’s up its in there
Your boyfriends each have many hobbies. Katsuki loves cooking, hiking, napping, and if it counts, training. Eijirou loves working out, socializing with the Squad, and scoping out the best meat dishes in the city. But they both enjoy their own versions of gaming which are…vastly different.
When you tell people Katsuki loves gaming, they always jump to asking which FPS he likes and what his rank is. He has to love competitive games like those, right? Not so much.
Katsuki’s game genre of choice is most often horror. Anything from The Last of Us to Silent Hill, Amnesia and Dead Space. Always on the hardest difficulty, right out of the case, and he doesn’t shelf them again until they’re platinum. You hear triumphant scoffs from the other room and, “Shitty game, you think you can get me with that lame ass jump scare? As if!”
If he’s not in a horror mood you can find him grinding an ARPG, exploring the maps to unlock every waypoint, min-maxing his builds, and really sinking his teeth into the stories crafted by the devs.
But he does play various multiplayer game genres with The Squad. Even FPS since they’re Denki, Mina, and Sero’s favorite. Both of your boyfriends oblige their best friends. Eijirou locks in as the tank because, “It’s what I do best!” While Katsuki rolls support and healing types with an eye roll to anyone that scoffs at the role, “Their job is the hardest, dumbass. Your ass will be screaming for me in no time.”
They’ll dual screen with the projector, each split on the wall big enough you can hardly tell it’s a different aspect ratio, shoulder to shoulder with their branded headsets on.
“You idiots, why do I have the most kills as the healer?!”
After about an hour Eijirou usually has to snatch Kats’ controller out of his hands to save it from being melted in the inevitable rage induced quirk “mishaps” when Katsuki blows his lid. You usually can cool him off with some head scratches, which he vehemently will deny to his death loving, and several kiss attacks.
Eijirou loves a cozy game, he’s a real Nintendo fanboy when it comes down to it. Sitting back, relaxing, building something with love and care, like the Minecraft server he’s been nurturing with the Squad since high school? Perfect to the sturdy hero. He’s played Stardew more times than you can count, and his Island, more importantly his completed museum, in ACNH makes you so jealous. Seriously, when did he get the time to find everything?! Katsuki even commissioned a custom set of joy-cons and a matching Switch dock in a Crimson Riot and Red Riot theme. Eiji bawled his eyes out and said it was the manliest thing he’d ever seen.
You love and respect your boyfriends endlessly, they’re top working pro-heroes who save lives every day. They deserve undisturbed hobby time. Dedicated rest and relaxation. Buttt…your libido? It just can’t abide by that. You already spend the entire working day with them away and those hours before they sleep are precious and few.
But they can’t exactly focus on their games while also pounding you into oblivion. Well, you’d never asked exactly… maybe that was something to try one day… but for now?
You’d found your way around it: cockwarming.
Eijirou is in the living room with you, playing Stardew. He’s got his hair tied out of his face with his white bandanna. Sans a shirt and in soft, black sweat pants. The content on your phone that previously held your attention has lost it. It never stood a chance against those tanned muscles.
Your hand stealthily trails over his thigh to the apex of it, cupping the heft of his soft cock with an interested hum. Even soft it was a monster. A solid but yielding weight as your fingers absently squeeze.
“Whoa there, hey baby, want something?” Ei chuckles warmly, fondly.
You hum again, nodding, rubbing your thumb over a rapidly less squishy spot as it begins to pulse rhythmically and solidify. Eijirou just kisses your forehead and spreads his thighs for you with a toothy grin. His cock inches to life with every pump of vitality through his veins under your expert tending.
It’s burning hot when you finally slip your hand under the waist band to pull it from the darkness. Eiji groans, his hips giving an instinctual buck at your seemingly mundane grasp. But it’s your touch on his most desperate of needs. Seeing his cock is like the first time, every time. Deep burgundy heart shaped head cresting a thick, fat shaft and more inches than a book boyfriend. His heartbeat echoes in your hand, a breathy, low whine pulling from clenching jaws, a plea comes in the form of a jerked squeezing of abs that pushes your hand closer to the base. Pre wells clear at the apex of the head, ready to weep his need and slick your way.
Affection pulls your lips into a devoted smile just for him. But this is your privilege. You dismiss him with a few waves of your off hand to pay attention to his game. Your transition to the floor is fluid. Knees and toes balancing you between award winning thighs. A perfect position to lave a passion warmed trail from base all the way up to kiss away that droplet at the apex. You’re drooling already. Saliva setting your tongue adrift in a flood behind your teeth.
Parting your lips while hovering above it strings it all down. Over your toy that pleads with every throb, smoothing your way. You give a quick, teasing flick of your tongue. Look up Eijirou through your lashes. His lower lip is hostage between two rows of sharp teeth but his eyes are on the TV, obeying and still playing his game. Good.
A firm suck pops the head between your hungry lips. Having him finally in your mouth wrenches a moan from your vocal chords, vibrating the warmth of your mouth against him. Heat and the first whispers of salt the first envoys to your tongue. A welcomed burn in your jaw already kindling. It’s bliss. Your lids grow heavy and close in adoration.
Lazily, you weave swirls along the ridge, fold laps to and fro, side to side, and divine other random patterns to create over and under it. When his shaft is drenched, you relax your jaw, throat, and neck, surging to take three quarters of him in one go. Eijirou bellows out a full moan.
Without looking up you know the scene that would await you. Neck muscles bulging with the effort of throwing his head back, sharp teeth threatening to split a full bottom lip, and crimson eyes curtained behind tightly squeezed lids in concentration on your efforts.
His heart races within your confines of ecstasy, begging not for escape, but more. With a deep breath, you open the doors he’s desperate to pass, and welcome his last several inches. Spongy yet firm the head pops through the squeezing gates, into the achingly tight depths of your throat. A guttural growl shakes the couch frame above you. But he’s right where he belongs: filling your throat and mouth with his thick, pulsing cock. You’re only doing right by him in keeping it warm.
You’ve done this enough you barely register the deprecation of air. Your lips drag along silken skin when you inevitably do breach for breath. Eiji lets out a long groan and meets your gaze. You sheath him back to the hilt when your lungs are full, kissing his groomed black tuft. That’s the rhythm. Breathe then envelop, blissfully repeat. His heartbeat throbs within your wet walls, rewarding you with pre for staying on your mark.
Heat flows from his steaming cock through the tributaries of desire before arriving in the growing flood between your legs. You’ve started leaking, you're so excited, so much it's almost soaked through to your shorts. The pulse of your desire mirrors that of his within your mouth. You shuck the clothing, working deftly to preserve the cock in your throat. When you reach down to stoke the fire, a calloused, scarred hand intercepts, fingers winding with yours to pull it away. Then there’s a velvety, molten nudge at your entrance.
You can’t sink backwards, you can’t spear yourself on the salvation presented to you while keeping Eijirou down your throat. A solid pull on your entwined hands forces Katsuki to mold over your back and settle relief right where you need it.
“Fuckkkk,” he growls into the shell of your ear. “Don’t worry, I didn’t come to ruin your slow cock warming and cum together session. I was just going to keep stroking while I watched. But then I saw how fuckin’ desperate this pretty hole is. And…well, I’m the best at everything except resisting you.”
You hear hardening solidify Eijirou’s skin above you, the sharp rip of tearing fabric. Then his cock thickens impossibly further before flooding you with viscous, salty cum. Eijirou groans out his pleasure, long and low. You drink it down. His peak sparks a cascade of bliss. With your first swallow of spend, an avalanche overtakes you in an unexpected orgasm. Your insides rhythmically squeeze your pleasure around Katsuki. Only for him to shout above your head in ecstasy coated surprise as his own release chases yours, flooding your depths.
One of them pulls you off Eijirou’s softening cock so you can gulp in air for the afterglow. All three of you panting from the suddenly shared orgasm chain.
“Not exactly the cock warming session I meant to have,” you laugh softly.
“Mm, sorry about that baby. Walked into the living room and saw you deep-throating and cock warming Ei like it was worship. Couldn’t just look away from that,” Katsuki rumbles into your hair.
“Not that I don’t totally love when you just cock warm us both to orgasm, but seeing you pull Kats into you like that? I couldn’t help it,” Eijirou says with a sheepish smile.
He’s holding a shredded pillow in his hands.
—
Cock warming Katsuki while he games is an entirely different story.
You’re tucked against him, head resting in his lap as he navigates yet another dim, eerie warehouse. It’s cozy. Quality time and parallel play as you scroll your phone. Again, though, the bright little rectangle is nothing compared to Katsuki’s celebratory smirk when he clears a puzzle. And that incisor forward quirk of his lips ignites desire in the depths of your soul.
You mouth his soft cock through the cotton. He gives you a dismissive “tch”. Despite dismissal he shifts back further into the couch, giving your head space in his lap. The fibers catch the wetness of your lips as they massage the firming bulge. Each heartbeat presses against you. When he’s fully hard on your lips, you pull the heat of him out and lay your head back against his thigh.
Lapping lazily at the shaft sideways, your tongue curling around its circumference before dragging slick friction with the pull of it back into your mouth. Your lids heavy as you lave over the searing, velvety skin. Languid tracing of rhythmically throbbing veins and the divine curve that’s distinctly Katsuki. Abs, hard usually through hero work, solidify to steel with strain, tighter and tighter the longer you work him. Muscles corded so taught they quiver with it.
“Damn it you little fucking tease. Fine!”
Katsuki pauses his game and tosses his controller to the side. “Want me that bad, right damn now? Then open the fuck up.”
He hauls you to kneel next to him. The calloused heel of his palm comes to the back of your head. Your hands sink into the cushion either side of his thighs. With mouth open, you dip your head to obey his silent command. Salinity and musk of his skin bloom on your tongue and marry the softness of him sliding down your throat.
His powerful fingers wrap your nape, leading a brutal pace. Each press downward bullies his spongy head into the back of your throat. It’s rough, aggressive. This is penance. For teasing a predator through the bars and forgetting he made the cage. And it stays or dissipates at his whim, not yours.
“There ya go, you’ve got all my attention now,” Kats growls, his voice pitched low by a groan.
Everything blurs, stinging tears fog the definition of his muscles, leaving only the hue of his skin. The textured softness of the couch under your palms fades as the intense slam of Kats down your throat commands your perception, with the tacky yet slick of spit bubbling around him. When he finally drags you off his drenched length, you’re a ruined mess. His lips curl into that smug smirk, stoking your own fire, he uses his shirt to wipe spit from your mouth.
It’s then you realize your shorts and underwear are gone. Somehow he worked them off while your entire world was choking on him. Your waist becomes framed by deadly weapons disguised as hands, fingertips digging in. He hauls you to straddle him, the heat of his breath tingling your ear when he drawls, “There ya go. Just like that.”
An explosive burst of power buries his cock deep in your achingly empty hole.
“Now, be good and be quiet while I play. You've got the best seat in the house,” he rumbles.
Your walls tremble against the stretch of him, the blissful fullness. He retrieves his discarded controller and unpauses the game. His arms wrap around you to press the controller to your lower back. Both a position of comfort and a silent reminder to follow directions. He’s got you tucked perfectly under his chin, warming his cock.
Heat builds and humidity lingers. Your breaths come out in small pants against his throat. You tilt, shifting so your head rests on his shoulder, then you bury your face into his pulse. Eerie background music, inventory noises, and character dialogue fill the space behind you. But it's all just static. Even when you try focusing on anything else save the throbbing cock inside you, the radiating pleasure snaps you back.
Eiji has his massive size. Kats has that deadly perfect upward curve. So buried balls deep? The head ghosts your walls and the rhythm of his heart lights up your inner nerves with each contraction. Every pulse sends leylines of pleasure racing along those highways of sensation. From where his cock is stuffed deep, up to flutter in your most sensitive nerves, and out with shuddering of your inner thighs down to jolts in your toes.
You clench your teeth, eyes squeezing shut, walls clenching in a reciprocal tandem with Kats’ passive pulsing. Jolts of bliss depart from the depot of your core only serving to further fan the flames, not quench them. You’re alight with the incessant urge to move, to generate friction with the catch of his cock head, the outline of every thick vein standing out from his skin.
Without your say, your hips give a languid roll. A breathy moan puffs hotly to his neck in blissful relief. But then a callused hand grips your ass and yanks you down flat, his head pressing firmly against your inner walls. You gasp, fingers fisting in the softness of his tank top.
“Didn’t say you could move,” Katsuki growls into your ear, voice low and smug.
You shake your head, panting now with the strain. The hard plastic of the controller digs into your lower back this time. His forearms sit on the shelf of your hips to hold you in place. The pressure, the compulsion, the need boiling in your belly. But you remain a statue on his thighs.
Time blurs. The only semblance of its passage is your heartbeat in your core echoing every pulse of his through his cock. A tantalizing and maddening ebb and flow of desire. His cock thickens with each throb, expanding against hyper-sensitive nerves and sending cascades of whispered pleasure through the network. Your body’s only answer is to flutter a squeeze. The cyclical tease of his pulse tripping the web so fleetingly, before the pleasure can truly solidify and be captured, has you trembling.
You try to count the moments by his heart, to distract from the wetness pooling on his pubic bone and thighs, the involuntary tremors in nearly every part of you. But the rise of his chest, the clicks of the controller buttons, and his familiar growls and grunts hold you in aching stasis, right where he wants you. You can be strong, you can be good, you can listen to your Kats.
The break comes as a blinding bolt of lightning, sudden and intense, disintegrating your composure all at once. A choked sob, or whine, you can’t tell, bubbles from your lips, a shuddering breath fights to fill your lungs with enough oxygen to speak, your hands paw at his shoulders as the subtle trembles amplify into full body shaking.
You keen more than speak the desperate words, “Please, Katsuki, please I can’t—”
And then everything shatters.
Katsuki’s right arm bands around your waist, his left hand fills with your ass as he grasps it for leverage. He’s thrusting, hard, punishingly so, and fast up into you. Teeth bared in an almost feral desire and muffling a growl behind them. “Fuckin’ finally you little damn tease.”
His grip on you is so tight it borders on bruising, but you’re not sure anything less would hold you still against the assault of his frantic and frenzied thrusts. Each drive of his hips lifts him up off the couch and right into your hot, silken walls.
“Took ya long enough to beg,” Katsuki grunts, head tilting to crush your lips with his own.
You breathe the air he exhales as he tries to inhale you, your lips and tongues tangling in an uncoordinated, fervent effort to press all the intimate places of you together. Under his tank top, his prominent pecs are nearly scorching. A pull back for air only allows him further access. His teeth close around the fullness of your bottom lip, biting in a blissful sting, and sucking so harsh it sends luminescent pleasure shooting to your core. The friction you were so desperate for is better than you can remember it being.
Katsuki’s cock truly is perfectly curved, both the forward thrust and backwards draw of his hips massage the head of his cock right on your inner wall where the nerves are concentrated. Your toes curl with it, tension locking muscles and straining your strung out body. You’re making sounds, but fuck if you knew what they sound like, your excitement thunders in your ears leaving room only for the guttural growls and snarls of your boyfriend’s frenzy.
Teeth pinch and scrape your shoulders and neck, followed immediately by a hot, slick tongue. It’s too much. It’s not enough. You squeeze your eyes shut and pitch forward to bury your face in his shoulder, begging again, this time for release, for salvation, for sanctuary, for him, for this to stop and never stop. Heat flares and flashes against your hips, the sharp crackling of miniature explosions breaking through to your ears. You gasp at the sudden heat, they’re small enough he’s not burning you, but it's enough to sting, to make you aware.
Aware that your boyfriend, the Dynamight, is so lost in it he can’t stop the sweat on his palms from catching. His teeth dig into your neck hard in an aggressive bite, a harsh suck of his lips and tongue meant to bruise pulling at the skin trapped between them. The pace of his hips hasn’t changed, he’s been locked in on the exact intensity he knows pushes you over, but now he tilts and changes the angle, white bursts behind your closed lids.
“Fuckin’ cum already, damn it,” he snarls around the skin of your neck still in his teeth.
And your walls are clamping down around him, a steady repetition of pressure that mirrors the ecstasy pulsing in your core, you think you call out his name. But he’s launched you to nirvana, and as you plummet back down to earth, things get fuzzy. Your depths fill further with an impossible flood of pleasure, his cock pulsing with each spurt, his growls die down to heavy breaths.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Kats scoffs just before your eyes finally shut.
—
You wake in between two solid bodies on the familiar support of your bed, head fuzzy despite the unexpected nap. When you move to sit up, Eiji’s voice cuts the silence.
“Whoa, whoa, slow there. That was a pretty intense…whatever that was. You gotta take it easy, okay?”
His hand envelops your shoulder, easing you up slowly. You’re relieved to feel someone cleaned you up and put you in comfy clothes while you were out. Eiji gives you your water bottle to drink from, and one of your favorite snacks appears over your shoulder, hand attached to a heavily scarred and familiar forearm. After a solid gulp of water and some snack, the static in your mind recedes.
“Need anything else?” Katsuki asks stiffly, hand on your hip, thumb rubbing idle circles there.
You shake your head and flop back into the comfort of your shared bed and turn to look at Katsuki. Concern pinches his brows and darkens the crimson of his eyes, but there’s a smugness to how he’s holding himself.
“What was that?” you laugh.
Kats shrugs, then grins, “Guess I was teasing us both with the cock warming this time. Usually have no issues. I think feeling you get more and more worked up sitting on me did the same, well, to me. You really okay, though? You passed out. That’s not our norm.”
Best you can tell, you’ve just had one of the most intense orgasms of your life, been thoroughly fucked, and just knocked out after it. You give him a small smile and nod, “Yeah, think I’m okay. Don’t think I’m moving anytime soon, though. And I wouldn’t say no to cuddles and a movie.”
“Deal!” Eiji erupts, grinning.
You settle back into the comfort of their arms as Katsuki puts your favorite movie on the tv, tugging you closer to his side just a bit.
Needless to say, cock warming sessions with Katsuki don’t usually end up like that, but no one involved seems to be complaining.
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Ps - if you’ve left an ask I’ve seen them! They’re on my to-do list but I haven’t consistently been on adhd meds (thx America for no universal healthcare) so writing has been hard :( I haven’t forgotten you! I just have to write what my brain is drawn to at that moment ❤️🩹
bakugou katsuki x kirishima eijirou x fem!reader | 18+ mdni or block | gn!reader link | masc!reader link
tags: cock warming, blow jobs, vaginal sex, no prep, quirk use during sex, teasing, unintentional dom/sub undertones, feral bakugou katsuki, biting, hickey, bakugou gives you some firecrackers on accident but no burns, passing out from orgasm, creampie wc: 3,756 a/n: sorry the text isn’t smol :(
Your boyfriends each have many hobbies. Katsuki loves cooking, hiking, napping, and if it counts, training. Eijirou loves working out, socializing with the Squad, and scoping out the best meat dishes in the city. But they both enjoy their own versions of gaming which are…vastly different.
When you tell people Katsuki loves gaming, they always jump to asking which FPS he likes and what his rank is. He has to love competitive games like those, right? Not so much.
Katsuki’s game genre of choice is most often horror. Anything from The Last of Us to Silent Hill, Amnesia and Dead Space. Always on the hardest difficulty, right out of the case, and he doesn’t shelf them again until they’re platinum. You hear triumphant scoffs from the other room and, “Shitty game, you think you can get me with that lame ass jump scare? As if!”
If he’s not in a horror mood you can find him grinding an ARPG, exploring the maps to unlock every waypoint, min-maxing his builds, and really sinking his teeth into the stories crafted by the devs.
But he does play various multiplayer game genres with The Squad. Even FPS since they’re Denki, Mina, and Sero’s favorite. Both of your boyfriends oblige their best friends. Eijirou locks in as the tank because, “It’s what I do best!” While Katsuki rolls support and healing types with an eye roll to anyone that scoffs at the role, “Their job is the hardest, dumbass. Your ass will be screaming for me in no time.”
They’ll dual screen with the projector, each split on the wall big enough you can hardly tell it’s a different aspect ratio, shoulder to shoulder with their branded headsets on.
“You idiots, why do I have the most kills as the healer?!”
After about an hour Eijirou usually has to snatch Kats’ controller out of his hands to save it from being melted in the inevitable rage induced quirk “mishaps” when Katsuki blows his lid. You usually can cool him off with some head scratches, which he vehemently will deny to his death loving, and several kiss attacks.
Eijirou loves a cozy game, he’s a real Nintendo fanboy when it comes down to it. Sitting back, relaxing, building something with love and care, like the Minecraft server he’s been nurturing with the Squad since high school? Perfect to the sturdy hero. He’s played Stardew more times than you can count, and his Island, more importantly his completed museum, in ACNH makes you so jealous. Seriously, when did he get the time to find everything?! Katsuki even commissioned a custom set of joy-cons and a matching Switch dock in a Crimson Riot and Red Riot theme. Eiji bawled his eyes out and said it was the manliest thing he’d ever seen.
You love and respect your boyfriends endlessly, they’re top working pro-heroes who save lives every day. They deserve undisturbed hobby time. Dedicated rest and relaxation. Buttt…your libido? It just can’t abide by that. You already spend the entire working day with them away and those hours before they sleep are precious and few.
But they can’t exactly focus on their games while also pounding you into oblivion. Well, you’d never asked exactly… maybe that was something to try one day… but for now?
You’d found your way around it: cock warming.
Eijirou is in the living room with you, playing Stardew. He’s got his hair tied out of his face with his white bandanna. Sans a shirt and in soft, black sweat pants. The content on your phone that previously held your attention has lost it. It never stood a chance against those tanned muscles.
Your hand stealthily trails over his thigh to the apex of it, cupping the heft of his soft cock with an interested hum. Even soft it was a monster. A solid but yielding weight as your fingers absently squeeze.
“Whoa there, hey baby, want something?” Ei chuckles warmly, fondly.
You hum again, nodding, rubbing your thumb over a rapidly less squishy spot as it begins to pulse rhythmically and solidify. Eijirou just kisses your forehead and spreads his thighs for you with a toothy grin. His cock inches to life with every pump of vitality through his veins under your expert tending.
It’s burning hot when you finally slip your hand under the waist band to pull it from the darkness. Eiji groans, his hips giving an instinctual buck at your seemingly mundane grasp. But it’s your touch on his most desperate of needs. Seeing his cock is like the first time, every time. Deep burgundy heart shaped head cresting a thick, fat shaft and more inches than a book boyfriend. His heartbeat echoes in your hand, a breathy, low whine pulling from clenching jaws, a plea comes in the form of a jerked squeezing of abs that pushes your hand closer to the base. Pre wells clear at the apex of the head, ready to weep his need and slick your way.
Affection pulls your lips into a devoted smile just for him. But this is your privilege. You dismiss him with a few waves of your off hand to pay attention to his game. Your transition to the floor is fluid. Knees and toes balancing you between award winning thighs. A perfect position to lave a passion warmed trail from base all the way up to kiss away that droplet at the apex. You’re drooling already. Saliva setting your tongue adrift in a flood behind your teeth.
Parting your lips while hovering above it strings it all down. Over your toy that pleads with every throb, smoothing your way. You give a quick, teasing flick of your tongue. Look up Eijirou through your lashes. His lower lip is hostage between two rows of sharp teeth but his eyes are on the TV, obeying and still playing his game. Good.
A firm suck pops the head between your hungry lips. Having him finally in your mouth wrenches a moan from your vocal chords, vibrating the warmth of your mouth against him. Heat and the first whispers of salt the first envoys to your tongue. A welcomed burn in your jaw already kindling. It’s bliss. Your lids grow heavy and close in adoration.
Lazily, you weave swirls along the ridge, fold laps to and fro, side to side, and divine other random patterns to create over and under it. When his shaft is drenched, you relax your jaw, throat, and neck, surging to take three quarters of him in one go. Eijirou bellows out a full moan.
Without looking up you know the scene that would await you. Neck muscles bulging with the effort of throwing his head back, sharp teeth threatening to split a full bottom lip, and crimson eyes curtained behind tightly squeezed lids in concentration on your efforts.
His heart races within your confines of ecstasy, begging not for escape, but more. With a deep breath, you open the doors he’s desperate to pass, and welcome his last several inches. Spongy yet firm the head pops through the squeezing gates, into the achingly tight depths of your throat. A guttural growl shakes the couch frame above you. But he’s right where he belongs: filling your throat and mouth with his thick, pulsing cock. You’re only doing right by him in keeping it warm.
You’ve done this enough you barely register the deprecation of air. Your lips drag along silken skin when you inevitably do breach for breath. Eiji lets out a long groan and meets your gaze. You sheath him back to the hilt when your lungs are full, kissing his groomed black tuft. That’s the rhythm. Breathe then envelop, blissfully repeat. His heartbeat throbs within your wet walls, rewarding you with pre for staying on your mark.
Heat flows from his steaming cock through the tributaries of desire before arriving in the growing flood between your legs. You’ve soaked through your panties, your shorts. The pulse of your desire mirrors that of his within your mouth. You shuck the clothing, working deftly to preserve the cock in your throat. When you reach down to stoke the fire, a calloused, scarred hand intercepts, fingers winding with yours to pull it away. Then there’s a velvety, molten nudge at your folds.
You can’t sink backwards, you can’t spear yourself on the salvation presented to you while keeping Eijirou down your throat. A solid pull on your entwined hands forces Katsuki to mold over your back and settle relief right where you need it.
“Fuckkkk,” he growls into the shell of your ear. “Don’t worry, I didn’t come to ruin your slow cock warming and cum together session. I was just going to keep stroking while I watched. But then I saw how fuckin’ desperate this pretty pussy is. And…well, I’m the best at everything except resisting you.”
You hear hardening solidify Eijirou’s skin above you, the sharp rip of tearing fabric. Then his cock thickens impossibly further before flooding you with viscous, salty cum. Eijirou groans out his pleasure, long and low. You drink it down. His peak sparks a cascade of bliss. With your first swallow of spend, an avalanche overtakes you in an unexpected orgasm. Your pussy rhythmically squeezes your pleasure around Katsuki. Only for him to shout above your head in ecstasy coated surprise as his own release chases yours, flooding your depths.
One of them pulls you off Eijirou’s softening cock so you can gulp in air for the afterglow. All three of you panting from the suddenly shared orgasm chain.
“Not exactly the cock warming session I meant to have,” you laugh softly.
“Mm, sorry about that baby. Walked into the living room and saw you deep-throating and cock warming Ei like it was worship. Couldn’t just look away from that,” Katsuki rumbles into your hair.
“Not that I don’t totally love when you just cock warm us both to orgasm, but seeing you pull Kats into you like that? I couldn’t help it,” Eijirou says with a sheepish smile.
He’s holding a shredded pillow in his hands.
—
Cock warming Katsuki while he games is an entirely different story.
You’re tucked against him, head resting in his lap as he navigates yet another dim, eerie warehouse. It’s cozy. Quality time and parallel play as you scroll your phone. Again, though, the bright little rectangle is nothing compared to Katsuki’s celebratory smirk when he clears a puzzle. And that incisor forward quirk of his lips combusts desire in the depths of your soul.
You mouth his soft cock through the cotton. He gives you a dismissive “tch”. Despite dismissal he shifts back further into the couch, giving your head space in his lap. The fibers catch the wetness of your lips as they massage the firming bulge. Each heartbeat presses against you. When he’s fully hard on your lips, you pull the heat of him out and lay your head back against his thigh.
Lapping lazily at the shaft sideways, your tongue curling around its circumference before dragging slick friction with the pull of it back into your mouth. Your lids heavy as you lave over the searing, velvety skin. Languid tracing of rhythmically throbbing veins and the divine curve that’s distinctly Katsuki. Abs, hard usually through hero work, solidify to steel with strain, tighter and tighter the longer you work him. Muscles corded so taught they quiver with it.
“Damn it you little fucking minx. Fine!”
Katsuki pauses his game and tosses his controller to the side. “Want me that bad, right damn now? Then open the fuck up.”
He hauls you to kneel next to him. The calloused heel of his palm comes to the back of your head. Your hands sink into the cushion either side of his thighs. With mouth open, you dip your head to obey his silent command. Salinity and musk of his skin bloom on your tongue and marry the softness of him sliding down your throat.
His powerful fingers wrap your nape, leading a brutal pace. Each press downward bullies his spongy head into the back of your throat. It’s rough, aggressive. This is penance. For teasing a predator through the bars and forgetting he made the cage. And it stays or dissipates at his whim, not yours.
“There ya go, you’ve got all my attention now,” Kats growls, his voice pitched low by a groan.
Everything blurs, stinging tears fog the definition of his muscles, leaving only the hue of his skin. The textured softness of the couch under your palms fades as the intense slam of Kats down your throat commands your perception, with the tacky yet slick of spit bubbling around him. When he finally drags you off his drenched length, you’re a ruined mess. His lips curl into that smug smirk, stoking your own fire, he uses his shirt to wipe spit from your mouth.
It’s then you realize your shorts and panties are gone. Somehow he worked them off while your entire world was choking on him. Your waist becomes framed by deadly weapons disguised as hands, fingertips digging in. He hauls you to straddle him, the heat of his breath tingling your ear when he drawls, “There ya go. Just like that.”
An explosive burst of power buries his cock deep in your achingly empty pussy.
“Now, be a good girl and be quiet while I play. You've got the best seat in the house,” he rumbles.
Your walls tremble against the stretch of him, the blissful fullness. He retrieves his discarded controller and unpauses the game. His arms wrap around you to press the controller to your lower back. Both a position of comfort and a silent reminder to follow directions. He’s got you tucked perfectly under his chin, warming his cock.
Heat builds and humidity lingers. Your breaths come out in small pants against his throat. You tilt, shifting so your head rests on his shoulder, then you bury your face into his pulse. Eerie background music, inventory noises, and character dialogue fill the space behind you. But it's all just static. Even when you try focusing on anything else save the throbbing cock inside you, the radiating pleasure snaps you back.
Eiji has his massive size. Kats has that deadly perfect upward curve. So buried balls deep? The head ghosts your cervix and the rhythm of his heart lights up your inner nerves with each contraction. Every pulse sends leylines of pleasure racing along those highways of sensation. From your stuffed pussy, up to flutter in your clit, and out with shuddering of your inner thighs down to jolts in your toes.
You clench your teeth, eyes squeezing shut, walls clenching in a reciprocal tandem with Kats’ passive pulsing. Jolts of bliss depart from the depot of your core only serving to further fan the flames, not quench them. You’re alight with the incessant urge to move, to generate friction with the catch of his cock head, the outline of every thick vein standing out from his skin.
Without your say, your hips give a languid roll. A breathy moan puffs hotly to his neck in blissful relief. But then a callused hand grips your ass and yanks you down flat, his head pressing firmly against your cervix. You gasp, fingers fisting in the softness of his tank top.
“Didn’t say you could move,” Katsuki growls into your ear, voice low and smug.
You shake your head, panting now with the strain. The hard plastic of the controller digs into your lower back this time. His forearms sit on the shelf of your hips to hold you in place. The pressure, the compulsion, the need boiling in your belly. But you remain a statue on his thighs.
Time blurs. The only semblance of its passage is your heartbeat in your core echoing every pulse of his through his cock. A tantalizing and maddening ebb and flow of desire. His cock thickens with each throb, expanding against hyper-sensitive nerves and sending cascades of whispered pleasure through the network. Your body’s only answer is to flutter a squeeze. The cyclical tease of his pulse tripping the web so fleetingly, before the pleasure can truly solidify and be captured, has you trembling.
You try to count the moments by his heart, to distract from the wetness pooling on his pubic bone and thighs, the involuntary tremors in nearly every part of you. But the rise of his chest, the clicks of the controller buttons, and his familiar growls and grunts hold you in aching stasis, right where he wants you. You can be strong, you can be a good girl, you can listen to your Kats.
The break comes as a blinding bolt of lightning, sudden and intense, disintegrating your composure all at once. A choked sob, or whine, you can’t tell, bubbles from your lips, a shuddering breath fights to fill your lungs with enough oxygen to speak, your hands paw at his shoulders as the subtle trembles amplify into full body shaking.
You keen more than speak the desperate words, “Please, Katsuki, please I can’t—”
And then everything shatters.
Katsuki’s right arm bands around your waist, his left hand fills with your ass as he grasps it for leverage. He’s thrusting, hard, punishingly so, and fast up into you. Teeth bared in an almost feral desire and muffling a growl behind them. “Fuckin’ finally you little damn tease.”
His grip on you is so tight it borders on bruising, but you’re not sure anything less would hold you still against the assault of his frantic and frenzied thrusts. Each drive of his hips lifts him up off the couch and right into your hot, silken walls.
“Took ya long enough to beg,” Katsuki grunts, head tilting to crush your lips with his own.
You breathe the air he exhales as he tries to inhale you, your lips and tongues tangling in an uncoordinated, fervent effort to press all the intimate places of you together. Under his tank top, his prominent pecs are nearly scorching. A pull back for air only allows him further access. His teeth close around the fullness of your bottom lip, biting in a blissful sting, and sucking so harsh it sends luminescent pleasure shooting to your core. The friction you were so desperate for is better than you can remember it being.
Katsuki’s cock truly is perfectly curved, both the forward thrust and backwards draw of his hips massage the head of his cock right on your inner wall where the nerves are concentrated. Your toes curl with it, tension locking muscles and straining your strung out body. You’re making sounds, but fuck if you knew what they sound like, your excitement thunders in your ears leaving room only for the guttural growls and snarls of your boyfriend’s frenzy.
Teeth pinch and scrape your shoulders and neck, followed immediately by a hot, slick tongue. It’s too much. It’s not enough. You squeeze your eyes shut and pitch forward to bury your face in his shoulder, begging again, this time for release, for salvation, for sanctuary, for him, for this to stop and never stop. Heat flares and flashes against your hips, the sharp crackling of miniature explosions breaking through to your ears. You gasp at the sudden heat, they’re small enough he’s not burning you, but it's enough to sting, to make you aware.
Aware that your boyfriend, the Dynamight, is so lost in it he can’t stop the sweat on his palms from catching. His teeth dig into your neck hard in an aggressive bite, a harsh suck of his lips and tongue meant to bruise pulling at the skin trapped between them. The pace of his hips hasn’t changed, he’s been locked in on the exact intensity he knows pushes you over, but now he tilts and changes the angle, white bursts behind your closed lids.
“Fuckin’ cum already, damn it,” he snarls around the skin of your neck still in his teeth.
And your walls are clamping down around him, a steady repetition of pressure that mirrors the ecstasy pulsing from your clit, you think you call out his name. But he’s launched you to nirvana, and as you plummet back down to earth, things get fuzzy. Your pussy fills further with an impossible flood of pleasure, his cock pulsing with each spurt, his growls die down to heavy breaths.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Kats scoffs just before your eyes finally shut.
—
You wake in between two solid bodies on the familiar support of your bed, head fuzzy despite the unexpected nap. When you move to sit up, Eiji’s voice cuts the silence.
“Whoa, whoa, slow there. That was a pretty intense…whatever that was. You gotta take it easy, okay?”
His hand envelops your shoulder, easing you up slowly. You’re relieved to feel someone cleaned you up and put you in comfy clothes while you were out. Eiji gives you your water bottle to drink from, and one of your favorite snacks appears over your shoulder, hand attached to a heavily scarred and familiar forearm. After a solid gulp of water and some snack, the static in your mind recedes.
“Need anything else?” Katsuki asks stiffly, hand on your hip, thumb rubbing idle circles there.
You shake your head and flop back into the comfort of your shared bed and turn to look at Katsuki. Concern pinches his brows and darkens the crimson of his eyes, but there’s a smugness to how he’s holding himself.
“What was that?” you laugh.
Kats shrugs, then grins, “Guess I was teasing us both with the cock warming this time. Usually have no issues. I think feeling you get more and more worked up sitting on me did the same, well, to me. You really okay, though? You passed out. That’s not our norm.”
Best you can tell, you’ve just had one of the most intense orgasms of your life, been thoroughly fucked, and just knocked out after it. You give him a small smile and nod, “Yeah, think I’m okay. Don’t think I’m moving anytime soon, though. And I wouldn’t say no to cuddles and a movie.”
“Deal!” Eiji erupts, grinning.
You settle back into the comfort of their arms as Katsuki puts your favorite movie on the tv, tugging you closer to his side just a bit.
Needless to say, cockwarming sessions with Katsuki don’t usually end up like that, but no one involved seems to be complaining.
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Ps - if you’ve left an ask I’ve seen them! They’re on my to-do list but I haven’t consistently been on adhd meds (thx America for no universal healthcare) so writing has been hard :( I haven’t forgotten you! I just have to write what my brain is drawn to at that moment ❤️🩹
thinking abt virgin!katsuki getting his first handjob and he’s biting his knuckles so he doesn’t make a sound but when you rub your thumb over his tip, his hips jerk up and a fat glop of cum leaks out so you coo at him rubbing the same spot over and over, flexing your fingers around his shaft until he’s cumming all over your hand and whining so pretty and blinking away the tears in his eyes
“ohhh katsuki.” you push your lower lip out. “lemme clean you up.”
and all it takes his one stroke of your tongue as he’s a moaning whimpering mess
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Your tongue is pressed down with lips wrapped around thick knuckles. His fingers are down your throat. Your chin and lips are messy with the drool, despite your frantic sucking to keep it in.
Katsuki pistons his hips up into you. You’re kneeling around him, barely holding yourself up. Each slam of his cock in your pussy makes your legs buckle. Electricity racing along your muscles as he pounds your g-spot.
“Can’t hear ya,” he growls low in your ear, breath hot and thick.
You scream around his fingers with a vicious slam.
“Shhh, not that loud, you’ll wake Shitty Hair.”
So you can only whimper as your boyfriend continues to use his fingers as a gag, while he pounds you into oblivion.
His thick cock is sloppy with you. All the strength of a hero bullying that thick cock against your slick walls. Kats’ off hand is gripping your hip so deep it’s bruising, yanking you down onto his shaft to meet each thrust until you’re both cumming and collapsing back to sleep.
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Your tongue is pressed down with lips wrapped around thick knuckles. His fingers are down your throat. Your chin and lips are messy with the drool, despite your frantic sucking to keep it in.
Katsuki pistons his hips up into you. You’re kneeling around him, barely holding yourself up. Each slam of his cock into you makes your legs buckle. Electricity racing along your muscles as he pounds your weak spot.
“Can’t hear ya,” he growls low in your ear, breath hot and thick.
You scream around his fingers with a vicious slam.
“Shhh, not that loud, you’ll wake Shitty Hair.”
So you can only whimper as your boyfriend continues to use his fingers as a gag, while he pounds you into oblivion.
His thick cock is sloppy with you. All the strength of a hero bullying that thick cock against your sensitive spot. Kats’ off hand is gripping your hip so deep it’s bruising, yanking you down onto his shaft to meet each thrust until you’re both cumming and collapsing to sleep.
a/n: for @cinna-creme bc periods suck and everyone deserves self-serving blorbo content. reader is afab
mother nature certainly has to be the most petty of bitches. giving the most sentient beings on earth a cycle that makes you bleed once a month along with a shit storm of hormones, and cramps to boot? that’s petty bitch shit.
luckily, despite the intense misery of debilitating cramps that for some reason wouldn’t budge for pain meds, the biggest sweets craving, and just feeling overall tense and yucky: you have three secret weapons that’ll get you through your period.
you’ve been laid across sho and zu’s laps for about an hour. their thighs press together to make a perfect little bed for you. zu’s thighs are strong and warm under the back of your head. the tv drones softly as you watch, trying to use the stimulation as distraction from the intense pressure and agony in your belly.
“here babe,” zu murmurs, holding your favorite sweet to your lips.
you hum softly and part them. he got the best kind, just to make things better, and they’re delicious as always. a smile pulls as you chew and swallow, “thanks, zu.”
his bashful smile, creased eyes, and blushing cheeks are a familiar response. “awe, anytime hon.”
blissful heat radiates through your belly right down into the crux of the cramps. your entire body melts into their laps. sho’s palm presses against your skin under your shirt to deliver the healing warmth right where it needs to go, with the perfect amount of pressure. better than any hot water bottle you’ve ever tried.
heavy footsteps thud down the hall of the home you share. kats’ face is a tense mask when he rounds the corner, but as his crimson eyes fall on you in the others’ laps, they soften and he shoves both hands in his pockets.
“bath’s full, just the temp you like, got the essential oils ‘n shit in there. made like 1/4 of it just as bubbles. you ready, princess?”
a soft smile only he can ever pull from you tugs your lips. you nod. shoto and izuku unwind from around you so kats can scoop you up. his strong arms support your legs and your back as he carries you to the perfect bath he’s made, just to make his baby feel better. not that he’d ever really admit to anyone else doing something so soft.
“say the word and i’ll blast the cramps to kingdom come, yeah?” kats rumbles into your hair.
you laugh, looking up at his smug smirk he shoots at you. “kats, you can’t blast my uterus.”
“wanna bet? i’ll show it what happens when someone hurts what’s mine. can’t let icyhot be better at cramp management than me,” he growls, but it’s playful, his smirk morphing into a grin.
the bath is of course perfect. he eases you down into it. temperature just right, bubbles up to your jaw, and the perfect blend of aromas that transport you to nirvana. with a sigh you sink further into the water and let your eyes drift closed.
periods suck, there’s no question, but you had three pretty amazing people that made them just a bit more bearable.
Cinna I hope this feels like a warm hug and you feel better soon bbg!! happy to write more if you want <3 tried to style this like you do your posts! but i’m on mobile so if i looks terrible i’m sorry 😭
