pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader × kirishima eijirou | find gender neutral!reader here.

au: team up | if you want context as to how we got here, this is part one

a/n: i'm having trouble getting back into the swing of writing atm, adhd is a bitch. i still have the fau krbk and team up part 2 (formal) in the works but i'm writing this just to hopefully spark the juices?? eta halfway through writing: fml this was supposed to be an imagine!! that's why its present tense

tags: nsfw, top!bakugou, top!kirishima, bottom!fem!reader, oral, fingering, penetrative vaginal sex, implied squirting, use of pussy and cunt

wc: 1,600

One would think that the best part of moving in with two of Japan’s top heroes would be the amenities, right? The bathtub big enough to fit ten plus you, an Alaskan king bed that felt like sleeping on the clouds even smooshed between two hunks of hero man-meat, and views of skylines you’d never imagined you could see. But instead you find yourself cherishing the slow mornings when neither of your boyfriends have work.

Unsurprisingly, as with all things in life, Katsuki Bakugou does not do mornings half-assed. Most of all? Do not fuck with Dynamight’s coffee.

There’s a whole section of the countertop devoted solely to the arts of coffee and tea. Several different types of beans and leaves, a roaster, a grinder, the highest class espresso machine, and a precision electric kettle to dial in perfect temperatures.

The tiles of the kitchen floor are never cold underfoot when you walk out in the morning. Fancy heated floors and whatnot. You rub sleep from your eye with a yawn.

Katsuki stands at the counter, sweatpants riding dangerously low on his hips, back muscles rippling and bare. The scars on his right flank, left shoulder, and spiraling around his right arm stand starkly against his pale skin. Memories of battles long past with Tomura.

“Mornin’,” he grunts softly.

His voice is always deeply growled in the morning, thick and heavy with sleep, words blunted in the softest rays of the sun before honing to their usual sharp wit of day. You mumble back a greeting, not fully aware, planting your face between his shoulder blades to follow up with a protest.

Before Katsuki can tell you to get off, an extremely dense weight blankets your upper half, warm face nuzzling into the side of your neck and shoulder, bulky arms winding around your waist, and a baritone rumbling hum vibrates your ear. Katsuki presses against the counter’s edge and huffs in feigned annoyance.

“Oi, get off her, Shitty Hair. I’m making our morning starters. I can’t do that with both of you glued to my damn back.”

A hefty grunt replies, and you’re dragged over to the couch, where Eijirou flops back and pulls you down onto his chest, where you both promptly fall back asleep.

***

The next thing that pulls you to awareness is the now familiar press of Eijirou’s searing cock against your ass. You hum softly, rolling your hips with interest. He growls into the crook of your neck. Calloused fingers expertly pull your underwear to the side, toying with your clit to get it swollen and you aching for him.

“Damn it we’re gonna waste the fucking— whatever,” Katsuki snarls.

Your underwear disappears. Growling lips wrap around your now throbbing bud. Katsuki laves his tongue over it while applying the perfect amount of suction to make you arch under him. Saliva slick digits nudge at your entrance, and you push your pussy down onto them with a shudder and a sigh.

Your boyfriends work you over expertly. Katsuki’s lips and tongue have your toes curling and eyes fluttering. Each lick and pull coiling the pleasure of your first orgasm taught and working your walls to clamp around Eijirou’s fingers while he massages your g-spot, making your breath hitch.

Katsuki ruts against the couch edge through his sweats, moaning into his mouthful of cunt. The vibrations on your bundle of nerves sends you over, ripping a full moan from your lips as you twitch against his tongue and squeeze around Eijirou’s fingers.

“There you go baby,” Eijirou purrs, the deep tone rumbling through you as the pulses of aftershocks race along your sensitive nerves.

You mumble a soft moan. Sunlight casts brightness into the room. When you look down at Katsuki, whose lips are still wrapped around you, the golden sunlight catches ashen spikes alight in a wispy yet jagged aurora. Long lashes kiss his flush pink cheeks. Eyes closed as he continues to moan while messily working you around oversensitivity towards a second crest.

“Kats, hold on, give her a sec, lemme, lemme in,” Eijirou chides softly, trying to push him off you, the last of his words coming as a whine.

Katsuki growls and crimson eyes glare up from the apex of your thighs. You catch daggers in the crossfire and sink back into Eijirou’s chest to avoid the ire. For his part Ei growls back, a deep rumbling that comes from somewhere primordial within the hero, reminding you that yeah, he probably does have some heteromorph in him somewhere.

And now you’re the toy between two rabid animals.

Eijirou’s fat cock head massages against your thoroughly prepped pussy. You push back, trying to coax it into catching, to get it to sink into you. The ache makes you feel utterly empty, flitting to squeeze around something that hasn’t found its way home yet.

“Please,” you whine softly, back arching and breath catching thickly in your throat.

And finally you are being stretched around Eiji’s girth. Kats’ drool having slid down onto the twitching shaft to mix with your natural wetness, easing the glide further. Katsuki suddenly pushes his face further into your pussy, seeking every bit of you he can devour, and in turn speeds up your descent on the heavy cock splitting you open. His eager press sinks your hips down all the way. You’ve sheathed Eijirou balls deep. Each beat of his thundering heart throbs the monster inside you, every pulse exciting your blissful epicenter of nerves.

You can hardly breathe. Katsuki’s tongue continues its expert acrobatics with the perfect amount of suction around your clit. Eijirou’s throbbing cock is stretching you just right below it. You’re going to come again, it’s building taught, pleasure sparking through everywhere they’re touching you, and your hands scramble for purchase on something, anything, to ground you. One hand finds purchase in an outstretched, scarred palm. The other digs into offered calloused fingers.

Then the world explodes into trillions of electric sparks of pure pleasure. Your eyes roll back until the stars you float among dot the backs of your lids. Ecstasy pulses through the bundle Katsuki continues to work in his mouth and within your depths to milk Eijirou’s soul out through his cock. You hear a deep, primordial growl and feel it reverberate through your chest, before he lifts your hips up, only for Katsuki’s ravenous mouth to spear you back down onto him.

You choke out a scream at the dual, overwhelming pleasure. But you don’t think your boyfriends notice…or maybe care? Because the rhythm continues. Eijirou’s strong hand hauling your hips up and pressing Katsuki’s mouth tighter to your pussy, spongy cock head dragging along your twitching g-spot, only for Katsuki to lurch forward, diving into you, and driving you back down onto Eijirou’s cock.

It’s too much and everything all at once. Sure, they’d double teamed you during and since the sex pollen incident, one performing oral while the other fucks your brains out. But never like this. Never with one of them using their mouth to drive you down onto the cock pounding your insides into pleasure pulp.

You try to gasp out again, to call for a pause, a breather, even as Katsuki’s tongue lashes deftly, perfectly, against you, and Eijirou’s cock delves to depths you truly never knew existed. But full lips and sharp teeth seal over yours, stealing each pant that escapes and drinking it down.

Nirvana borders right on the valley of overstimulation, you discover, but your men command that line like it’s never had any other masters. Never once do you pitch over that edge into the ravine of too much. They’re a perfect machine, working you over with hungry mouth and aching length.

Before you’ve fully recovered from the second, you come a third time, screaming into Eijirou’s mouth. You frantically try and pry Katsuki off of you, you think you’re close to exploding, but you’re driven off by a snarl and his hand pinning yours away. He gives you no choice but to relent and let him drink down your pleasure.

Individual sensations become lost in the overwhelming ocean of bliss they have tossed you into. You’re aware of two more orgasms, you think, before Eijirou is shouting into your lips and driving himself home, pulsing deep with each wave of cum he floods into you. When Katsuki groans into you, gripping your thighs as anchors to weather the storm of soaking his sweats, your final, earth obliterating orgasm blacks out the edges of your vision and fills the rest with the cosmos.

Panting, racing hearts, and slick, sweatiness settles as you all catch your breath, pleasuring lingering as bright as the mid-morning sun now warming your skin.

“You two owe me for wasting perfect coffee,” Katsuki growls into the space between your thighs.

“I’ll make you some when we get untangled, Kats,” Eijirou laughs softly, heating the nape of your neck.

“Gods no, that would be worse than wasting it,” his head thuds against your left quad, “I’ll make some when my legs and arms aren’t jello again. I fucking humped the couch like a mutt and did damn pushups while eating her out.”

“Good morning to you, too,” Eijirou chuckles, sharp teeth nibbling your earlobe.

Katsuki Bakugou does make a legendarily exquisite morning cup. Be it tea perfectly steeped at exact times and temps, or coffee so artisanally prepared you wonder if the pro missed his calling as a barista. All drinks crafted with your preferred sweetness and dairy or lack thereof. How could you ever hate mornings again when you get to wake up to this?

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Pairing: Top!Kirishima Eijirou x fem!reader x Top!Bakugou Katsuki

For gender neutral!reader click here

Setting/AU: Pro-heroes/canon in time-skip. KiriBaku & Reader 18+

Theme: Sex Pollen

Tags: NSFW, primal/feral!Kirishima, sex pollen, dubcon to con, blowjob, face fucking, oral sex on reader, vaginal fingering, threesome, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, creampies, cum swallowing, breeding kink (sort of?), aftercare, double penetration of vagina, pussy and cunt both used

WC: 7,829

“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 she’s telling the truth?” Red Riot’s voice echoed from somewhere further behind. 

“Don’t care! Why’d she run, eh? Wouldn’t some extra coming to a fan event be excited to talk to her 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 her apartment. It’s clear she lives 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 core. You were dripping wet. 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 her 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, “she probably doesn’t even realize what’shappening. She was running so hard it might not have sunk in she’s…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’retearing 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. Soget 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 woman 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, 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 pussy. 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 her.” 

You zoned out for a few minutes, groping your breasts 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 the flat of your hand to your pussy. It shook while 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. Dripping wasn’t an exaggeration. A small puddle of slickpooled between your thighs on the floor. 

Moments later you realized there was silence on the other side of your bedroom door. Was something wrong? Had the heroesgotten 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 your favorite hero duo were naked, their 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, eyes roving 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 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, 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 pussy 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. With how wet you were you likely didn’t need prepped unless his cock was massive. But you couldn’t tell him that.  

Then he patted 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 hot, thick saltiness was flooding your throat and filling your belly. 

It was nearly molten, carving its path down your throat. 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. Then a wet tongue laved over your folds 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 pleasureand 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 swept up in it. 

He hummed in response and continued the work he’d begun with his tongue. It flicked and teased over your clit and entrance again and again, never quite pushing inside until you were quivering for it, whimpering around Riot’s still hard cock. Dynamightchuckled, a short noise, and spoke into you. 

“What kind of hero would I be if I tortured such a sweet little cunt?” 

Then his tongue pressed into you, making your hips buck in pleasure and again, surprise, as the hero fully seated it inside. Your nails dug into Riot’s shins but with a metallic clank, his hardening kept you from doing it. Whines bubbled around his cock. Youtrembled. 

Your right hand frantically searched for purchase and a hot, big hand caught 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.” 

The pleasure peaked so high a blissful white noise rang behind your eyelids. When the ringing stopped, you heard what had to be the world’s smuggest hum, vibrating into your pussy. On a normal day you’d sass back. But the way the it made Dynamight’stongue vibrate snuffed out all embers of rebellion. 

Riot still held your hand fast, grounding you and providing a solid anchor in the dizzying overwhelm of quirk altered pleasure and need. His other hand cupped your face and softly stroked a thumb over your cheek. “I move?” 

You weren’t sure if you’d notice with the nearly overwhelming sensations feeding into you from every sensory input. But he’dasked, 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 so fervently it would shame that of a starved man with a meal. Skill was never something you’d doubt when it came to him, he was the best after all. But the thoroughness of his pussy delving tongue and clit sucking lips had every atom of your being trembling at the apex. 

Your eyes rolled back, jaw dutifully slack as Riot continued to roughly fuck your face. 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 being given and receivedran a current from Riot through you to Dynamight. 

A whimper, that was swiftly cut off by a hard thrust of Riot’s cock, escaped 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, broken by the fat cock stretching your throat. Once again everything clenched at his mostly mundane but erotic oration. That hybrid of growl and purr, low and breathy, made everything he said delectable filth. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to enjoy dirty talk any other way after this. 

While contemplating the intricacies of Dynamight’s sex voice, he fed you inch after inch of hot hero cock, right into your gnawingly empty pussy. 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 mused. 

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, as if balls deep wasn’t enough. The inner friction pressed him against your g-spot and set the restrained tremble of pleasure floating through you 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, panty dropping tone. The words rushed and strained as if he were fighting for his life. 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, the drags of their cocks shot pleasure along every nerve you possessed. Other than gripping Riot’s hand with your own, surrendered between them as they held you in suspended ecstasy. The three of you were at the mercy of the fuchsia 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 tightened 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 cunt 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. 

A while later, firecrackers popping to your left pulled you from gliding on the pleasured mists 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. You completely 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 deep 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 clit. 

“Mmm, that’s right, get bred and cum on me while I do it.” 

While added stimulation sent you soaring, it wasn’t needed. He panted and groaned at each spurt warming your insides and it was indescribably good. The orgasm numbed your mind for a moment. Your everything became the twitches of his cumming cock, the mirroring clenching of your walls 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 pleasure waned. First you noticed how empty your mouth and throat were. Riot sat back on the floor in front of you, breathing heavily. Dynamight had resumed pounding you, but without his partner in the way, he’d sat back on his heels and pulled your thighs up to hold you to his chest, fucking up into you. The pink around Riot’s irises had dulled some. 

Tilting your head back, it thumped against 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 gingerly washed you with Riot holding 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 their 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’ttried 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 her mouth is the 8th wonder of the damn world but you’ve never complained about mine. Let her 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 she 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 half awake. 

Then Dynamight was cumming, roaring out Red Riot’s given name, “Fuck, Eijirou!” 

Your eyes flew open in time to see his head throw back and his hips surge 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 her out, then finger her, and then you can fuck her pretty pussy with your horse cock, okay?” Dynamightquipped. “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 pussy. 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 your cunt 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, plus your own wetness were enough for Bakugou’s cock, but not for that. 

Kirishima angled his hips properly and made eye contact with you, his head pressed to your weeping pussy. You nodded, the heat getting worse. 

“Please, I don’t want to be as bad as yesterday.” 

Kirishima inched his cock in, making sure you adjusted without pain. He filled you more than you’d ever been just halfway. By the time he was fully sheathed, you were so stuffed it almost confused you. 

“Oh my gods,” you breathed. 

With each throb of his heartbeat, his cock twitched inside your sensitive inner walls. Its girth had you speared open and spread on every inch. Your insides quivered around the massive shaft as it kept your responsive g-spot completely lit up, the pleasure making you shake just on the edge. 

“Move now,” Kirishima murmured. 

If you 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 your g-spot. 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. 

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 your g-spot to extract every modicum of feeling 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 bliss. 

“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 and sheets. Back bowed as a particularly pitchy scream rang out into your bedroom. 

“Fuck, Ei,” came from the doorway. “You’ve got her melting on your cock.” 

Your scream morphed into a whine when he spoke. His words, they’d resumed their initial low, breathy, almost predatorily hungrytone that made you ache. Kirishima grunted above you and his hips shifted enough to make every pass hit in an exquisitely unique way. 

Instead of hitting directly head on into your g-spot as it would in any other position, his cock was dragging sideways to create a completely different sensation. 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 your inner walls. 

“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 your clit 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, she feels really fucking good, but my cock’s about to burst and I need inside her. And you always love it when our cocks get to rub up against each other inside a pretty pussy, don’t you? Yeah, that’s a good Riot. Just hold still while I work her open more.” 

The words found you in the twilight of coming back up after a brief blackout, with two fingers generously coated in lube workingtheir way against Kirishima’s cock. 

“Oh fuck she’s 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 your cunt simultaneously provided friction for the cock seated there too. 

“Oi, careful, not yet.” 

“Kats—” Kirishima whined. 

“Don’t ‘Kats’ me, we’re not tearing her 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.” 

Your eyes opened, he was leaning over you, and smirked when your gazes met. The pink rings around his irises had faded to just a faint outline. His lips were curled in his signature arrogant manner. 

His hips canted forward with a measured pace. Easing his head into your pussy 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 his chest 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. 

“Ei, wait,” Bakugou commanded back, like an owner chastising a dog. “I’m all the way in, we have to give her a fucking second before actually fucking, kay?” 

You hadn’t realized your entire body tensed up when he bottomed out until he said that. 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 being 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. 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 walls 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 your nape. 

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 own 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 as hard as possible. Bakugou’s hips pitched and rolled with precise, intense surges, dialed in to perfectly crash against your g-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, our treasure.” 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 girlfriend.” 

Hot, sucking kisses worked down your neck. Hardened fingers gripped so tight 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 starting 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. She 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 arm candy. Buy you a fancy fucking dress to match or a power suit!” 

You were holding on for dear life, fighting against your orgasm frantically as Bakugou bargained. 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. 

 Your world exploded into a trillion particles of pleasure, the final tether on your orgasm sheared away by his beg. 

“Fuck!” Bakugou shouted in shock, burying himself in your clenching heat as your screamed confirmation and release sent him over suddenly. 

“Cumming!” Kirishima roared, shoving even deeper than Bakugou. 

Their hot, spurting cocks released a cascade of cum. 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 batted 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 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. Bakugou insisted on another shower after the morning romp and you were thankful for his foresight. The blue liquid medicine 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. While you’d always have the memories, you wanted something tangible toremember them 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 a bit in the full brunt of the hero’s anger. 

“The fuck does our girlfriend 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...” mumbled, “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, as if he hadn’t just blasted Deku grey. 

“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, coughing smoke. 

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 woman 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. 

Part 1.5

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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

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“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.

kiribaku/bakukiri x fem!reader | 18+ mdni

Your meds make it hard to remember to eat or drink, mainly making it hard to focus on anything except whatever the gremlin piloting your brain wanted to do that day. Which today has been doom scrolling. So by the time Kats and Eiji come home? You’ve got a throbbing headache and your stomach is screeching for food by way of nausea.

They come through the door together. Kats barks something and Eiji chuckles back. Heavy hero boots thud down in the genkan.

“Yeah, lemme check on her, showered at the agency, you go take one so you’re not hugging her covered in dust and sweat,” Kats orders Eiji.

A whine responds, one that wouldn’t sound out of place from a puppy, before heavy footsteps retreat deeper into the penthouse.

Kats rounds the corner from the entryway. He finds you: phone in hand, bundled on the couch, watching the show you swore you’d wait for them on. Crimson eyes soften when they land on you.

“Hey, how was your day?” Kats asks gently.

He’s wearing a DynaRiot hoodie and black sweats. Your cozy Kats.

You give your best attempt at the smile that comes out meek at most. Sore shoulders ache as you shrug them and tilt your head.

“Baby girl you’re practically green, have you eaten today?” Vermillion eyes scan your face for every microexpression. He slides onto the couch next to you, gathering you up to press a kiss to your temple.

You shake your head.

“Did you drink a protein shake?”

The “break glass in case of emergency” solution, except the emergency is actually everyday. Yummy protein shakes that are easy to get down when both hunger and thirst cues are nonexistent. It’s not meant to be a meal replacement, not really, it’s just supposed be a stopgap to keep this from happening. The nausea. The headaches. He’d rearranged the fridge and now they were in a drawer at the bottom and you just…forgot.

If you knew Katsuki outside of your home, you’d be surprised he didn’t blow up in response to your forgetting, but love softens him, he’s softened by you and by Eijirou. He’d never admit it outside your precious trio, though. He asked a question, you need to answer. You feel shame creep over you when you shake your head, the nausea roiling in you again.

“Nausea? Headache?”

You nod for both. Katsuki eases you off of his lap to head into the kitchen. He comes back and holds out a protein shake. It’s handed over wordlessly.

“I’ll go get dinner started.”

You’ve been sipping on the shake for a while when sandalwood, amber, and leather warm the air around you. Eiji. The cologne he loves. You look up from your phone. His long hair is down, crimson spilling over his shoulders and onto his bare chest, half of it is tied up in a half pony. Grey sweats hang dangerously low on chiseled hips. Fuck, you really needed to ban wearing those outside of horny time because the outline of him in those sweats? Fuckkkk.

He clocks the shake in your hand. You mumble into the mouth of it, “You know those sweats are considered lingerie in most of the world.”

Sharp teeth flash as he smiles. He’ll always smile at your jokes. But he doesn’t take the bait of deflection.

“Bad day?”

“She hasn’t eaten, she’s nauseous and has a headache, don’t ask her questions she doesn’t have the spoons for right now!” Katsuki barks from the kitchen.

“Awe hon, I’m sorry.”

He rounds the couch and gathers your little blanket bundle up into his lap. Your second boyfriend chair of the evening. This one’s just broader and taller. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. Maybe you could sneak a quickie in—

“Oi! No, no fucking around right now. You don’t feel good. I don’t care how horny either of you are, you can wait,” Katsuki has turned around from the counter to narrow his eyes at you both.

You jut a wobbly lip out and look at him with wide glassy eyes.

“I said no. Just sit and sip your shake. Maybe after dinner.”

Dumb Kats instincts. You slump back into Eijirou’s chest and he settles in to be your chair. He hits play on the tv to resume your show and nudges you when it’s time to take another sip of the shake.

Dinner is exquisite as always. Your favorite. You’re wolfing it down at such a rate that Kats periodically pulls your plate away to prevent you from throwing up. Minutes. Half an hour later the headache has melted away and the nausea has dissipated. You’re lying on the couch, cozy.

“So I cock blocked you earlier, and my cock would like to be the apology,” Katsuki says with a grin, leaning over the back of the couch.

You perk up, nodding eagerly. He scoops you up.

“Hey don’t start without me!” Eijirou shouts, rushing over from dishwasher.

“Yeah, yeah, Shitty Hair, can’t forget you and your Yule log dick print.”

“My what?!”

“You heard me,” Kats calls smugly over his shoulder.

“Yule log?!”

“It’s a huge log used to celebrate Yule tide. Get it? Big, wood?” Katsuki sneers with a smirk, setting you down on the bed.

“My soft dick isn’t that—”

“Yes it is,” you and Kats cut him off in unison.

Eijirou stumbles in after, fumbling to get his sweats off. Of course he’s commando, that’s probably why it was so prominent. He cups himself in his palm, lifting it up, eyes wide and bottom lip trembling. “It is not! See!”

Both you and Kats laugh softly before pulling the big himbo down onto the bed with you.

Thanks for reading! If you liked this, please reblog/leave a comment below — hearing from you all keeps me going and motivated to write more 💜

I’m open to doing a pt 2 but I don’t have the spoons to write the smut atm for this. See my profile but tldr: I had everything above typed up and then lost it, so this is rewritten from memory. But I want it posted so I am. If you want the pt 2 let me know :) | My Masterlist

k. bakugou x fem!reader | nsfw | 18+ mdni | gn reader here

Dynamight hates paperwork. That's why, instead of filling out reports, he's bullying his thick cock into your greedy, sopping pussy. He's leaning back in the fancy chair at his very expensive desk. And you're perched in his lap taking every inch he's giving you.

The power of his hips is an explosion. Driving mushroomed head and throbbing shaft against sensitive inner walls, your tender g-spot all the way to your cervix. You're choking on moans and his fingers to keep quiet. Kats' hips slam up into you relentlessly. You swear he's actually rearranging things this time.

Sweat glistens his temples and he growls, "Fucking come already. I know you want to fall apart on my cock."

The orgasm slams into you. An unbidden tidal wave of ecstasy that flutters your lids and tightens your walls around Kats' cock. You stifle your scream. The muffled sound pulls Katsuki into the undertow of pleasure with you.

His cock pulses inside you with every spurt of thick, hot cum you could swear floods directly into your womb. He gives you a feral grin and growls his pleasure.

"That's it, there you go. Take it and say thank you."

You do your best and he chuckles into your hair, placing a tender kiss to the crown of your head.

"Good enough, good girl."

You close your eyes to rest, knowing he'll only get through a handful of reports before getting hard and starting in on you all over again.

Neither of you say what you both know out loud: Katsuki could easily have his sidekicks do his paperwork for him, but then he wouldn't have an excuse to fuck your brains out in his office every afternoon. He really hates paperwork, but it's worth it.

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bakugou katsuki x fem!reader | 18+ mdni or block | gn!reader link

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.

k. bakugou x gender neutral!reader | nsfw | 18+ mdni | fem

Dynamight hates paperwork. That’s why, instead of filling out reports, he’s bullying his thick cock into your greedy hole. He’s leaning back in the fancy chair at his very expensive desk. And you’re perched in his lap taking every inch he’s giving you.

The power of his hips is an explosion. Driving mushroomed head and throbbing shaft against sensitive inner walls. You’re choking on moans and his fingers to keep quiet. Kats’ hips slam up into you relentlessly. You swear he’s actually rearranging things this time.

Sweat glistens his temples and he growls, “Fucking come already. I know you want to fall apart on my cock.”

The orgasm slams into you. An unbidden tidal wave of ecstasy that flutters your lids and tightens your hole around Kats’ cock. You stifle your scream. The muffled sound pulls Katsuki into the undertow of pleasure with you.

His cock pulses inside you with every spurt of thick, hot cum. He gives you a feral grin and growls his pleasure.

“That’s it, there you go. Take it and say thank you.”

You do your best and he chuckles into your hair, placing a tender kiss to the crown of your head. “Good enough.”

You close your eyes to rest, knowing he’ll only get through a handful of reports before getting hard and starting in on you all over again.

Neither of you say what you both know out loud:

Katsuki could easily have his sidekicks do his paperwork for him, but then he wouldn’t have an excuse to fuck your brains out in his office every afternoon. He really hates paperwork, but it’s worth it.

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Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader

Gender neutral version here!

A/N: see after imagine for what body doubling is, reader can either be neurodiverse or neurotypical! You can read this w/o knowing, basically, reader asked Baku to be in the room with them.

“Kats,” you whine in protest.

Even though he’s smirking and nipping at your ear, a warm chuckle warming skin.

“Mmm? Somethin’ wrong, baby?” he hums, kissing down your neck and across your shoulder.

You go to reply and he gives a strong roll of his hips, pushing his cock impossibly deep in your pussy.

“Kats!” you cry in pleasure.

“Didn’t answer my question,” he tuts, but you can feel the shit eating grin against your skin.

His pants you try and fold fall on the bed. “I asked you to come body double while I folded laundry! Not this!”

The fucking gremlin he is, he laughs again, loud and full. He grips your hips tighter and gives another slam of his hips.

“What do you mean? I’m body doubling.” Another squeeze on your hips. “You’re folding the laundry and you’ve got your second body. Right. Here.”

Both of the last words are punctuated with intense thrusts, making your eyes roll back as he targets your sensitive inner spot.

You double over, panting into the pile of clean clothes. Before you can argue further his hand is on the back of your neck. Pushing you further in.

“Heh, there you go.”

His hands dig into your hips, so hard you wonder if you’ll wear his handprints for days after, and stops holding back. Katsuki groans into your back.

Hips snapping forward hard, bullying his thick cock into your g-spot, tightening that coil building in your belly. Your moans echo his own grunts.

“Kats,” you whine.

“Do it,” he growls in your ear, “make that pretty pussy squeeze my cock. Make me cum too.”

You scream his name, cumming around him. He groans long and slams into you, so you can feel every twitch and throb of his cock flooding your depths.

Later, tucked and snuggled under the covers, watching him fold the laundry, you grumble, “Fucking me isn’t body doubling. Thought you’d sit in here and read or talk to me.”

Crimson eyes level on you and crinkle at the corners with his smirk.

“Yeah, yeah. My way was more fun. And the laundry’s getting folded anyway, so what do you care?”

You stick out your tongue at him. With a quick burst of explosion he’s capturing your tongue between his lips.

“Maybe you can return the favor while I fold.”

A/N: I think Kats would 100% help with chores no matter how tired from hero work!! Feed me any scenarios you wanna see, it brings me joy to write what people want.

For those who don’t know, body doubling is an assisted productivity strategy that’s often very helpful for neurodiverse brains, especially ADHD. Having another person or several with you either physically or digitally can help with everything from schoolwork, studying, chores, and self-care tasks. Ever noticed you’re able to clean while on the phone? Basically: shit’s hard to do/brain is dumb and you just can’t “do the thing™️”, and having someone helps.