#double team

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Kaminari Denki x Female Reader (OT3). Rating: Explicit (NSFW)

Summary: After two weeks away on a solo hero dispatch, Denki comes home touch-starved, pent-up, and hopelessly needy. After a full afternoon of unabashed groping, Katsuki and Reader finally give him the grounding and romantic care he’s been starving for.

Warnings: Pro Hero AU (Adults only), rare pair, touch starvation, heavy groping (m/f & m/m chest touching), double-teaming, table sex, touch starved Denki, overstimulation, emotional crying during sex, soft romantic aftercare, bath scene.

Denki Kaminari is a needy human being on his absolute best days.

Under normal circumstances, he exists within a three-foot radius of either you or Katsuki. If you’re showering, he’s leaning against the bathroom sink asking about your day. If Katsuki is at the stove seasoning veggies, Denki is leaning over his shoulder trying to sneak a taste until he gets elbowed in the ribs. Watching TV? He’s practically laid out across both of your laps like a golden retriever that doesn't understand its own size.

And as for his sex drive? Three days without either his girlfriend's warm, soft heat embracing his dick or getting completely filled by his hot tempered boyfriend, and he starts acting like a Victorian ghost pining by a window.

So after two entire weeks on a high security, solo dispatch mission in another prefecture? He was an absolute menace the second he unlocked the front door.

He didn't come right out and say it, he was trying to act tough, like a respected Top-20 Hero returning from a grueling assignment but his body had zero discipline.

Within ten minutes of shedding his hero gear, he was hovering. Then came the talking. Then the touching. Then the shameless, unhinged groping.

“Babe, please, I just need to rest my hand here,” Denki groaned for the fifth time that afternoon, his palm shoved firmly up your shirt, his fingers cupping your chest through your bra while you were literally just trying to chop vegetables for dinner.

”Denki, I’m holding a chef's knife,” you sighed, though you didn't actually pull away, leaning back into his chest as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply.

“I don't care, it’s for my health. My doctor said if I don't touch a breast in forty-eight hours my heart stops,” he mumbled, his other hand casually snaking around Katsuki’s waist as the explosive hero walked past the counter. Denki didn't hesitate—he reached straight out and gave Katsuki’s left chest a heavy, unapologetic squeeze. “See? Yours are just as good, Kat. Fucking massive. Hero work is paying off-“

Katsuki smacked Denki’s hand away with a loud crack, though there wasn't an ounce of real heat behind it. Katsuki’s chest was practically all dense, defined muscle, but Denki insisted on calling them 'tits' just to get a rise out of him.

”Touch me again while I’m holding boiling water and I'll blast you into the wall, Dunce,” Katsuki growled, popping his neck. But his eyes lingered on Denki’s face, noticing the dark circles under his eyes, the restless way his fingers were twitching, and the obvious, heavy print stretching the front of his sweatpants. “Jesus Christ. You’ve been back for three hours and you’ve had a hand down someone's pants the entire time.”

”It’s not my fault!” Denki whined, trailing right behind Katsuki as he moved to the dining table, shamelessly sliding a palm past the waistband of Katsuki’s gym shorts to rub the hot skin of his upper thigh. ”Two weeks! Fourteen days! No touches, no soft kisses, no nothing! My brain is literally fried! Look at me, I'm vibrating!”

He wasn't lying. A faint, harmless static hum was buzzing off his skin, making the fine hairs on your arms stand up every time he brushed past you.

You set the knife down and exchanged a long, look with Katsuki across the kitchen island. Katsuki let out a low, rough huff, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel before turning around to grab Denki by the front of his shirt, dragging him in until their foreheads bumped together.

”You're being an annoying bastard,” Katsuki grunted into his mouth, his deep voice dropping an octave as his eyes darkened. ”Groping us all day like a dog in heat.”

“Then do something about it,” Denki whimpered against Katsuki’s lips, his hand instantly flying to squeeze the back of Katsuki’s thigh, desperate for the friction. ”Please, Kat. Babe. I'm losing my mind.”

You walked over, sliding your arms around Denki’s waist from behind and pressing your chest flat against his back. You felt the immediate, sharp tremor that ran through his spine the moment you touched him. You slid your hand down, fingers hooking into the waistband of his sweatpants, and gave a gentle, deliberate tug.

”Dinner can wait,” you whispered into Denki’s ear, chuckling as he let out a choked, desperate sound. ”Katsuki, take his shirt off before he tears it.”

”With fucking pleasure,” Katsuki growled.

He didn't even make it to the bedroom. Katsuki lifted Denki straight onto the edge of the dining table, shoving his knees wide while you pulled Denki’s head back by his blonde hair, giving him the deep, breathless kiss he’d been begging for all day,finally giving their touch-starved boyfriend the exact kind of rough, overwhelming grounding he needed.

Katsuki didn’t bother asking twice. In one fluid, practiced motion, he hauled Denki up by his thighs, slamming his lower back right onto the edge of the dark wood dining table. The salt shakers rattled, but neither of them cared.

Denki gasped, a high, desperate sound catching in his throat as your hands immediately went to his hair, tilting his head back to expose the long, flushed line of his throat.

”Look at you,”Katsuki growled, his broad hands mapping out the heat of Denki’s sides before sliding down to bruise his fingers into the meat of his thighs, forcing them wide. ”Two weeks away and you forget how to behave yourself?”

“Didn't forget- missed you,” Denki choked out, but the sentence melted into a sharp whimper as you leaned in.

You dragged your lips down the line of his sharp jawline, nipping firmly at the soft skin beneath his chin before soothing the bite with a slow, wet lap of your tongue. Denki’s hands whipped around to scramble for purchase, one clawing into your hip and the other burying deep into the back of Katsuki’s shirt, his nails digging in through the fabric.

“F-fuck, babe—Kat—“

They were total double trouble, completely working him over in tandem. While you kept his mouth and throat occupied, nibbling, kissing, and licking every inch of sensitive skin up to his earlobe, Katsuki took total advantage of his exposed chest.

Katsuki’s heavy palms swept up his ribs, his thumbs dragging over Denki's flat, sensitive nipples with deliberate, rough pressure that made Denki’s hips jerk off the table. Faint, blue static sparks actually crackled along the wood, harmless but buzzing with raw heat against your skin.

“Squeeze 'em, Kat,” Denki practically whined into your neck, his breath coming in ragged, shallow hot pants as your hand finally snaked down the front of his sweatpants, wrapping around his straining, slick length over his briefs. “Grip 'em like you were doing to me earlier, come on-“

“Shut up and take it, Dunce,” Katsuki growled, though he instantly complied, leaning down to take one of Denki’s pink nips between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to make Denki arch his back completely off the table.

Sandwiched between your warm, slick touch down below and Katsuki’s heavy, possessive weight crushing him from above, Denki was completely overwhelmed. Every touch-starved thought from the last fourteen days vanished, replaced entirely by the sensation of being held, bruised, and thoroughly claimed by both of you at once.

Katsuki took over down below, his heavy, experienced hands working Denki’s length with rough, steady precision while you shifted your weight, stepping onto the table bench to lift yourself over them both.

“Up,” Katsuki grunted, hooking his arms under Denki’s shoulders to pull him back from the edge so he could lay flat across the sturdy wood as you slid on the table scooting so his head could be on your lap

immediately pulling his head onto your lap. The second his cheek met the soft fabric of your clothes and the warmth of your skin, Denki let out a long, shuddering exhale. All the nervous, static-laced tension that had been buzzing through his limbs for two weeks seemed to melt away at once.

You slid your fingers into his messy blonde hair, gently massaging his scalp and stroking the soft strands away from his flushed forehead.

“You're okay, Denki,” you whispered softly, leaning down so your warm breath brushed against his ear. “We've got you. You're home now.”

Denki’s eyes fluttered shut, his chest heaving as a soft, helpless whimper spilled from his lips. Between the deep, rhythmically demanding grip Katsuki had on him down below and your sweet, grounding touch up top,

“Babe... gh... feels so good,” he babbled, his hands feebly reaching up to cup your thigh, his knuckles brushing against your skin just to stay anchored. “Missed your voice... missed this...”

“I know, baby. You did so well while you were gone,” you cooed, keeping a slow, rhythmic stroke through his hair while your other hand gently caressed his jawline, your thumb wiping away the tiny bead of sweat near his temple. “Just breathe for us. Let Katsuki take care of you. Don't think about anything else.”

Down at his hips, Katsuki let out a low, satisfied huff at your tone, his eyes flicking up to meet yours for a brief, shared second before he increased his pace, his broad palm driving Denki right to the edge.

“Listen to her,” Katsuki growled softly, his voice surprisingly thick with affection despite his stern words. “Stop fighting it and just let go.”

“Look at you… it feels good, doesn’t it? I know it does. You’re so pretty when you moan.”

Your voice was barely above a whisper, a gentle tide washing over the lingering static in his head. You cupped his warm, flushed cheeks in your hands, your thumbs moving in slow, rhythmic circles against his temples to knead away the last remaining drop of stress he’d been carrying for two weeks. Leaning down, you pressed soft, lingering kisses all over his face, his forehead, the bridge of his nose, the corner of his fluttering eyelids, and his cheekbones, worshipping every single inch of him.

Beneath him, the rhythm had shifted entirely.

Katsuki’s hands weren't gripping him with his usual bruising dominance; instead, his broad palms were rested firmly under Denki’s hips, supporting him, anchoring him to the table. Katsuki dipped in and out of him with a slow, deliberate cadence, a deep, sensitive friction that was unhurried and completely focused on Denki’s pleasure. Every slide was slow, deep, and devastatingly tender.

For a hero who was used to loud explosions, high adrenaline, and fast-paced chaos, this pure, unadulterated softness was overwhelming in the best way possible.

Denki’s chest heaved, a soft, breathless gasp escaping his lips with every deep roll of Katsuki’s hips. A sudden, intense fluttering bloomed right in the center of his chest, spilling down into his stomach. It wasn't the sharp, electric edge of an impending climax, he knew he was a long way off from that, and neither of you were in any rush to get him there.

It was the overwhelming, dizzying realization of how deeply, completely he was loved.

In this room, on this afternoon, he wasn't Chargebolt, the Top-20 Hero carrying the weight of public expectations and dangerous missions. He was just Denki. He was their Denki, held safely between the soft, sweet sanctuary of your lap and the quiet, steady warmth of Katsuki’s body.

“K-Kat... babe...” Denki choked out, his voice cracking with raw emotion as tears of pure relief prickled the corners of his eyes. He reached up with weak, trembling hands, clinging to your wrists while his head sank deeper into your lap, his heart full to bursting as he surrendered entirely to the romance of the moment.

Denki buried his face right into your thigh, his whole body shaking with a deep, quiet shudder as the emotional weight of the last two weeks finally broke completely.

“I love you guys,” he choked out, his voice muffled against your skin, thick with tears he wasn't even trying to hide anymore. “Like... a lot.”

A soft, genuine chuckle rippled through you, echoed instantly by a low, warm huff from Katsuki down at his hips. Without missing a beat, without even having to look at each other, the two of you answered in absolute unison:

“We love you too, Denki.“

You swirled your fingers in his hair “more than you could imagine”

The synchronized response made Denki let out a wet, breathless laugh, his fingers clutching tightly at the fabric of your shirt as if he were afraid he’d wake up from a dream.

You tilted your head down, leaning into him until your lips brushed the shell of his ear, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss there before moving up to his temple, holding it there while your thumb smoothed over his cheekbone.

“Always, baby,” you murmured against his warm skin, keeping your rhythm slow and steady. “No matter how far away you have to go for work, you always come home to us.”

Down below, Katsuki didn't break the slow, deep roll of his hips, but his broad hand slid up from Denki’s hip to rest flat over his chest, right over his fast, hammering heart. Katsuki’s thumb rubbed soothing circles over Denki’s sternum, his usual sharp eyes soft and heavy as he stared up at the boy stretched between you two.

“Heard that?” Katsuki growled, his voice unusually quiet, thick with a rare, unspoken devotion as he leaned up to press a hard, lingering kiss to Denki’s jaw. “stop crying and just let us take care of you.”

Denki sobbed out another laugh, nodding weakly as he let his eyes flutter closed, completely melting into the overwhelming, romantic warmth of being loved so deeply by the two people who held his entire world.

The silence that settled over the dining room once Denki finally crashed was thick, heavy, and sweet. He was completely limp in your arms, his chest rising and falling in deep, ragged breaths while the faint static on his skin finally dissolved into nothing.

Katsuki didn't rush. He stayed hovering over Denki for a long, quiet moment, leaning down to press his mouth against Denki’s in a deep, lingering kiss that tasted like salt and surrender. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were soft, a look reserved strictly for the four walls of your home. He pulled out slowly, carefully, earning one last sleepy moan from Denki before Katsuki stepped off the table bench, his bare feet silent against the hardwood.

“I'll set the bath,” Katsuki grunted quietly, his hand lingering on Denki’s ankle for a second before he turned toward the hallway.

While the sound of running water began to echo from the bathroom, you went to work. You grabbed a soft, warm washcloth, gently cleaning the excess off Denki’s skin. Every swipe was slow and tender. Denki just lay there on his back, his eyes half lidded and staring up at you with pure, dopey adoration, his hand feebly reaching up to stroke your wrist whenever you got close.

“You're amazing,” he mumbled, his voice completely shot. “Both of you. Best lovers in the world. I'm writing a review online.”

You couldn't help the quiet laugh that escaped you, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose. “Save your energy”

A minute later, Katsuki reappeared. Without saying a word, he scooped Denki off the table like he weighed nothing at all, cradling him against his chest. Denki immediately buried his face into the crook of Katsuki’s neck, letting out a soft sigh as Katsuki carried him down the hall and lowered him carefully into the steaming tub.

“Stay put,” Katsuki ordered softly, patting Denki’s wet hair once before looking at you. “I'm gonna finish up dinner before the chicken ruins.”

“I've got him,” you smiled, heading into the kitchen first to pour a giant glass of ice-cold water, knowing Denki was definitely dehydrated after two weeks of solo work and a session like that.

When you stepped into the steam-filled bathroom, Denki was sinking low into the water, his arms resting on the porcelain edges and his head tilted back against the bath pillow.

“Here, drink this, baby,” you said, handing him the glass.

Denki took it with both hands, drinking greedily until half the glass was gone before letting out a satisfied ahhh. “You're a lifesaver.”

You set the glass on the vanity, then sank down onto the cold bathroom tile right beside the tub. You folded your arms over the smooth porcelain edge and rested your chin on them, looking up at him through the rising steam.

“How's the water?”

“Prefect” Denki murmured, his eyes fixed on you with that warm, romantic glint that hadn't faded. He reached out a wet hand, letting his dripping fingers gently trace along your cheek and tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “It feels so good to just... sit here with you. No villains, no agency reports, no cold hotel rooms.”

“No two-week dispatches for a while, either,” you reminded him softly, leaning your face into his damp palm. “Katsuki made sure your schedule was clear for the next four days.”

Denki’s face lit up with that bright, boyish smile you loved so much. “He did? Man... he acts so tough, but he's such a softie for us.”

From down the hall, the faint smell of garlic and searing chicken began to drift into the bathroom, accompanied by the muffled sound of Katsuki grumbling at a hot pan in the kitchen.

It's already canon that Glimmer and Catra are an unstoppable duo as shown in the "Corridors" episode where they both fought and took down several Horde clones in Horde Prime's ship.

Actually, it was Catra who kicked the most Horde clone ass MCU Black Widow-style.

Glimmer took down at least two Horde clones; one with a the leg of a chair, and the other with a double fist strike in the back of the neck.

But my point still stands.

I wish that we got to see more of Catra kicking Horde clone and other villain ass MCU Black Widow-style and Glimmer doing her best to help out in the fight against the Horde clones despite not being able to use her powers or her magic on Horde Prime's ship would have have been great.

At least we got the scenes of Catra and Glimmer bonding with each other while they were both victims, survivors, and prisoners in Horde Prime's ship.

Including that iconic scene where Catra gave Glimmer a box of cake.

Speaking of which, we should have got a scene of Glimmer and Catra feeding each other the box of cake.

With Glimmer feeding the dessert to Catra first, but alas.

Together in combat, Catra and Glimmer are a badass force to be reckoned with.

My Kronos: *removes his sun glasses and looks up* "why do I look like an eldritch being?"

Man not kronos calling his other version of himself a low budget temu telenovela - NOT RHEA BACKING HIM UP WITH IT 💀

McDonald’s is putting meals regarding Super Mario Galaxy and K-pop Demon Hunters at the same time!

This is like a team up between two great film series! Team Huntrix N' Team Mario! Bowser and other baddies might as well just beg them for mercy!