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Routine Rescue

NSFW! Gender neutral reader. Omegaverse. Alpha!Bakugo x Omega!reader. Splash of KiriBaku/KiriBaku crumbs (dom!Bakugo x sub!Kirishima). All characters are 18+, this is time skip era.

Tags/Warnings: omegaverse, omegaverse anatomy (pheromones, knots, channels, slick, fangs/canines, scent glands), m x m handjob, knots, light praise, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (use a condom!!), biting, slight blood, mating bite, light choking (no breath play), begging, more praise, fingering, workplace sex, riding, blowjobs, swallowing (implied), finger fucking throat, gagging/choking, exhibitionist, and the observers don’t really…consent.

Word Count: 4,546 ish words

A/N: I’m open to continuing this if people want more; I have ideas for rut/heat. Maybe adding in KiriBaku x reader. Etc!

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Everyone knew Katsuki Bakugo was an alpha - how could he not be an alpha? He was a hero, damn it. Not like that damn Deku, who only became an alpha after getting OFA.

For the longest time, he insisted having an omega was beneath him. He didn’t need one, he’d brag, cocky as ever with his signature smirk.

“I’m so great I can just spend my ruts alone. I don’t need some dumb omega’s slick channel.” Kirishima, also an alpha, had laughed and told him that he was really missing out.

“I don’t need sex.” Bakugo had insisted for the umpteenth time. It was a distraction. It could lead to romance, especially in a world where mating for life was, well, a thing. 

One rut too intense and an omega who smelled too sweet? He’d be fucking stuck with one accidental bite. Nah, fuck that. He was fine solo.

At least, that’s what the pro insisted. From the time he presented in middle school right up until he met you at 25, that is. Dynamight, the #4 pro hero on Japan’s charts.

It was a routine save. He’d heard the semi careening out of control, the driver laying on the horn in warning. He blasted over, his speed after his quirk awakening making him almost as fast as Hawks once was.

And there you were, collapsed in the crosswalk, fear plastered on your pretty face. Wait - pretty face? No. That wasn’t right.

Tch. Get ahold of yourself, dumbass, this is a rescue. Save the dumbass and move on. Bakugo thought to himself.

He aimed himself just right and swooped in to gather you up. The whole thing took him only a handful of seconds. One, you were staring down a semi ready to flatten you. The next, in the arms of a smirking pro with spiky blonde hair and mask rimmed ruby eyes.

“Watch yourself next time, extra. Don’t just lay there and take it,” he shouted over the wind as he flew you to the nearby hospital for eval. Though, they look like they’d be good at lying there and taking it.

He shook his head, trying to clear that thought away. He wasn’t a knot head. Hell, even in a rut he could rescue omegas and control himself.

But something about you. The shine of your hair, the sparkle in your eyes that appeared after the fear left them when you knew you were safe in his arms. It was different. You were different.

He landed easily on the sidewalk in front of the hospital. Your hair was wild snarls from the wind, and you anxiously tried to tame it, to no avail. He snorted, “Tch, don’t bother.”

You looked at him with wide eyes and realized, hey, at least I’m alive; so, you stilled your hands. The pro set you down and hovered his hands at your waist, ruby eyes scanning for vertigo.

As you stood on your own two feet, you took a shaky, deep breath. You hadn’t realized you’d been holding it. The strong scent of smoky, spicy cinnamon and alpha musk flooded your senses and made you feel dizzy. Your omega perked up.

You saw on his neck there weren’t any scent blocking patches - no mate bite either. You covered your nose, not wanting to be rude but needing to not inhale that scent anymore because oh my god he smelled perfect.

Dynamight smirked again, tilting his chin up and looking at you down his nose. ��Can’t handle my scent, little omega?”

You shook your head, gasping. He chuckled, but took out scent blocking patches and applied them nonetheless.

You sucked in greedy breaths to clear your head. As you did, he caught whiff of your scent. Warm vanilla and omega sweetness. It wasn’t anything special, he insisted. Just vanilla.

And yet, his fangs ached, his cock stirred, and his alpha was perking up. What the fuck?! You were just some random extra he saved. A job.

You quietly thanked him and headed in, suddenly shy in the presence of the intimidating pro hero alpha. He watched you take one step, then two, and when it was about to be three his body moved on its own.

“Wait.” He growled it. He was by your side and shoving his business card in your hand before you could turn around. Your hand was warm, even through his gloves, and he swore it made his skin tingle.

“My card.” His voice was deeper, gruff. When you looked up at him with confusion he growled and rolled his eyes. “Tch, so you can call me, dumbass.”

Before you could say anything more, he had taken a few running steps away from you and blasted back into the sky; leaving you dumbfounded.

The fuck, the fuck, the fuck?! His thoughts were racing. His heart pounding. His ears ringing. His cock…hard?! All over one, dumbass, random omega?! He growled as he returned to his patrol route.

The rest of his patrol was mostly uneventful and when Red Riot fell into step with him in the last hour, his best friend could tell he was especially…sour.

When the red head nudged him, the blonde only growled in response. It took the entire rest of patrol for the insistent shitty haired bastard to pry it out of him.

“I rescued some dumbass omega today and they smelled good, okay?!” he finally exploded when they were back safely at Dynamight’s agency.

“Whoaaaa,” the big himbo practically whistled, “Bakugo ‘I will never need an omega’ Katsuki smelled an omega he liked?!”

“Fuck off,” the blonde growled back. Of course, Kirishima was not physically capable of letting things be, so he grinned, those damn shark teeth glinting.

“Nah, man, cm’on. Lying isn’t manly. Neither is denying your instincts! It’s perfectly normal to be attracted to an omega, ya know?”

Bakugo gritted his teeth as he shucked his costume and went to the showers.

“Awww, cm’on Bakugo! Talk to meeeee!” the red head pleaded, his crimson eyes extra round and wide in that dumb puppy look he always gave him.

“Don’t need some shitty omega, no matter how good they smell,” Bakugo growled again. “So what if they’re the first one that’s ever smelled appealing.”

Kirishima had followed him into the showers, standing an easy head taller and half a person wider than Bakugo. Red had really shot up their 3rd year, and at 25, he was huge now.

All muscles and a few faint scars. Bakugo had often wondered if he didn’t like omegas because he liked alphas, because…damn Kirishima did look good.

But, no. He’d offered and they’d tried once after graduation. It didn’t go…horribly, but they agreed it just wasn’t for them long term. Kirishima had been sheepish and admitted he liked sex with omegas too much, no matter how perfectly manly Bakugo was.

And that was that. Sometimes they masturbated together or jacked each other off because, well, why not? But, nothing more. Bakugo never complained about seeing that monster Kirishima hid in his pants hard and in action either.

“Wait, wait.” Kirishima’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “No other omegas in 11 years have ever smelled good to you? Not one?”

“Nope.” Bakugo went through the motions of washing himself, soap running down the planes of his muscles, already thinking he needed to shut the redhead up. “Hurry up and shower, Red, you’re stinking up my agency.”

Kirishima laughed and started to shower as well. The running water the only sound that hung between them for a bit. But when Red started up again, “Seriously none—”

Bakugo had had enough. He walked up behind Kirishima with soapy hands and wrapped his hand around the base of his soft cock, running the pad of his thumb over the head.

“Whoa, bro! Didn’t know we were doing that today.” Eijiro chuckled, but relaxed. Bakugo just growled in response and smirked as the monster twitched to life in his hand, so thick he could barely close it.

With practiced ease he ran his hand up and down Kirishima’s hard length, rubbing the head with his thumb every other pass, just like the red head liked. The other alpha let out a guttural groan and leaned his forehead against the shower wall.

“Fuck, Kats, yeah. Like that, man,” he breathed. The blonde smirked and kept going, his right hand coming around to cup Ei’s heavy balls, massaging them just right. His cock twitched and throbbed. “Ah! Mmmmfff...”

It didn’t take long — not that Kirishima couldn’t last, he just didn’t need to. He didn’t have anything to prove to Bakugo. “K-Kats I’m gonna-I’m gonna pop a knot,” the red head gasped out.

“Pleasepleaseplease let me cum,” he begged. Bakugo grinned and abandoned Ei’s balls in favor of circling his hand around the huge knot at the base of his cock. His hand hardly fit around half of it.

“You wanna cum, Ei?” Bakugo asked softly.

“Mhmm, pleasepleasepleaseplease,” the other alpha whimpered.

Bakugo smirked, squeezed with the perfect pressure around his knot and whispered to Eijiro: “Then be a good boy and cum for me.”

The bigger alpha let out a strangled moan as he painted the shower wall with an insane amount of thick, white alpha cum. “Fuck, I’m a good boy!”

After his best friend was reduced to a whimpering mess, they cleaned up together and got dinner. Once they ate and they were watching TV on their shared couch, Ei looked at him.

“Don’t think the handjob made me forget our conversation,” he said, his voice a little flat in a way that told Bakugo a repeat distraction wasn’t welcome and they were talking about this. Damn it. the blonde thought.

“Fine,” Bakugo huffed, “No. No other omega before this shitty one has ever smelled good. Others…don’t smell bad. They just don’t smell… I dunno. When you talk about it, I’ve never smelled anyone that makes me feel that way.”

“You mean how I’ve said they smell sweet? How they make your alpha want to mark them, claim them, mate them? How their smell can make you hard?” Kirishima asked.

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Yes, Shitty Hair. Like that. I smelled them and they smelled…good. And my damn dick got hard. And my shitty fangs tingled. And my dumbass alpha decided to show himself outside of rut.”

Kirishima pursed his full lips. “Did…did you touch them at any point?”

“Of course I did, dumbass, I saved them from a semi!”

“And? Did touching them feel…tingly?” Crimson red eyes were zeroed in his face now, observing carefully.

“Not…not until after I smelled them. When I handed them my business card, it tingled through my glove.”

Kirishima gasped and jumped up, thudding on the floor as he did so. “Dude!”

“Jesus, Shitty Hair, what is it?!” Bakugo growled.

“I think you found your mate!” Kirishima said with an excited, dumb look on his face.

“I don’t want to mate them,” Bakugo protested.

“No, not like that. Your true mate man!” Kirishima insisted, so excited.

“Don’t believe in those fairy tales,” Bakugo growled.

The two alphas argued back and forth for a while, but Bakugo still refused to believe what Kirishima insisted was the truth.

When you called a few days later, though, and he heard your voice through his office phone; the blonde’s heart raced. He asked you to dinner.

And so, you had dinner with the pro. He was…uncharacteristically awkward to start. He avoided touching you and couldn’t hold a conversation.

But as the night wore on, he warmed to you. Despite scent blockers he could still smell you and you him. By the end of the night, he’d invited you home and could barely keep his hand off your thigh in his Porsche.

You shifted in the passenger seat, nibbling your lip. That smoky, spiced cinnamon scent of his was only stronger in the car and made you even dizzier. His strong hand on your thigh felt like a live wire.

Bakugo ground his teeth as he drove, his fangs aching, his hand squeezed tighter on your thigh. He wanted you. Right now. He needed his pretty omega on his cock begging to be knotted.

His scent spiked and you got dizzier. You closed your eyes and tried to calm down. You tried not to slick up in his fancy car. You would be mortified. But as he squeezed the second time and he growled low in his throat, your omega yielded to your alpha.

Worry for the fancy seats was gone, showing your alpha you wanted him was priority. When the sweet smell of slick hit his nose, Bakugo pressed his foot harder on the gas. He’d already texted Kirishima and told him to make himself scarce. His hand gripped you harder and he growled again.

“Omega,” he growled, his voice so low it was almost all growl. “I need to know if I can fuck you when we get to my apartment, because by the time we get there I won’t be able to think.”

“Please,” you whimpered. His hand gripped you impossibly harder, it felt like it would bruise, you liked that idea, though. Your alpha’s handprint on your thigh.

He inhaled deeply and glanced at you for a second, his ruby eyes had their pupils blown wide in desire. You saw a prominent bulge in his dress pants. It throbbed under your curious gaze.

“And,” he inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Mating. My alpha is having a very strong reaction to you. But I won’t mate you without consent. I don’t want to ask when you’re in the throes. I need levelheaded consent.”

You jumped a little. Mating?! He did smell really good and your omega had been preening about how he was the world’s most perfect alpha…but…mating?

“Are…are you sure?” you asked cautiously.

Another low growl. You shook and couldn’t help the slick that now dripped from you. He sounded near feral.

“More than I’ve ever been in my entire fucking life. You’re mine,” he barely growled it out. You wondered if he was about to fall into a feral rut or something.

You could do worse in a mate than a top 5 rich hero. And god, he was gorgeous.

The red dress shirt he’d worn clung to his muscles in a delicious way. You saw the full outline of his strong pecs and a whisper of his abs through the fabric. His full lips were pressed together now but usually sat in scowl you wanted to kiss away.

Those ruby red eyes made your heart skip a beat with their intensity and his pale blonde hair spiked just right. Yeah, you could do much worse than this alpha.

“Yes.” It was barely a whisper, but his hand tightened further on your thigh, and he let out a sharp breath from his nose.

The trip from the car to the penthouse then to his bedroom were a blur of his hands on your hips and waist and his lips on yours. It felt like he was going to eat you.

God, would he, please?

His lips tasted better than he smelled. You needed more.

He had tossed you on the bed as if you weighed nothing. You hadn’t even stopped bouncing before he’d ripped his shirt off, buttons flying, and prowled on top of you.

You finally let yourself focus inwards and felt the ache that came with slicking up. You’d ignored it in the car, wanting to try and stay in some level of control. But now, under your alpha, you wanted to feel everything.

Above you, Bakugo was barely hanging on. His hands fisted the sheets next to your head and his breathing was labored. Sharp, alpha canines glinted in the dim light of his bedroom as his lips pulled back. His ruby eyes were zeroed in on the blank space on your neck where he would place his bite.

Mine. Claim. Omega. Mate. Mate! Mate! Bakugo’s alpha roared inside. It was the most the damn thing had ever said outside of his rut. But he couldn’t help but agree. Your skin was silky smooth and begging for his mark.

When you tilted your neck submissively under his gaze, he growled in a pleased way. “Good, omega.” His hot lips captured yours again in a frenzied kiss.

It was a flurry of lips and tongue, a few clicks of gnashing canines together as you both tried desperately to swallow each other. Your heart raced. Your lips tingled. Your whole body was buzzing with arousal.

A puddle of slick was forming beneath you and your needy hole ached to be filled with his cock. His knot. Fuck, oh god, your alpha’s knot. You moaned into his mouth.

He pulled away, a smirk dancing on his lips along with the string of saliva that connected you.

“Like something, sweet omega?”

You nodded. “Just excited, Bakugo.”

“About what, sweet thing?” he asked, trailing calloused fingers across your jaw and down the column of your throat.

Those hands. So big. Could easily circle your throat.

You moaned and ached further as he gently wrapped his strong fingers around the shape of your neck as if he had read your mind.

“Such a pretty neck, begging for my mark,” he murmured, trailing kisses in the tingly wake of his fingers on your jaw.

“You,” you answered. “I-I want your knot, Katsuki.”

The hand around your throat twitched, threatening to squeeze, a feral sounding growl rumbled from deep within his chest, and he pressed his hips to yours, the evidence of his desire hard against you. So hard. So big.

Bakugo’s alpha was near feral as you asked for his knot. He barely held back from choking you beautifully and sinking his teeth into your pretty skin. Instead, he rolled his hard, throbbing cock against you and captured your lips in another hungry kiss.

You whimpered into his mouth, ready to do anything he asked so long as he fucked you soon. He swallowed your whimpers like they were candy and growled, wanting more sweet sounds.

“Want to hear every little sweet sound my omega makes for me,” he growled lustfully. His right hand moved down your body from your throat to your hip and pulled you against him as he continued to grind his aching cock against you. Each roll of his hips made his abs flex. God, you wanted to lick them.

“Yes, alpha.”

His hot lips burned a trail down the column of your neck, teeth nipping and tongue darting out to lick. You tilted your head beautifully for him. Bakugo hummed out a pleased growl. You felt elated, you were pleasing your alpha.

You moaned, whimpered, and whined near simultaneously as his canines dragged against the skin over your scent gland. His breath was scorching as it washed over the sensitive skin there. You were gasping.

“Please,” you begged.

Bakugo couldn’t restrain himself any longer. He dove forward and sunk his canines into the delicate skin of your throat around your scent gland. His sharp alpha fangs easily broke the skin and let him taste your delicious blood.

He growled as he lapped at the mating mark, the bond starting to form and settle into place. Each of his touches on your skin no longer felt like a live wire but like heaven, euphoric. You moaned, so loudly, and your body shook beneath him as he marked you, claimed you as his mate.

Pleasure blossomed everywhere and everything felt extra sensitive. You didn’t notice him ripping your clothes away. You hardly heard his belt or the zipper for his pants. The euphoria of the mating bond kept you floating until he spoke again.

“Omega. Come back. Come back to me, baby. I want you here when I take you,” Bakugo coaxed, his voice was now an adoring, deep purr.

Your eyes slowly focused on his flushed face. His red eyes were still blown, but now there was a measure of control since he had marked you, his alpha less feral. You licked your lips.

Bakugo grabbed your hips and wrapped your legs around his waist, giving him the perfect angle to tease your hole with the head of his cock. You gasped at its size and started to speak, but he gently shushed you with his lips.

Long, calloused fingers teased at your hole. He groaned at how slick you were for him, murmuring about how “perfect” his omega was for him. The first finger slid inside and you gasped, your walls fluttering around the intrusion.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “you are so tight, baby. You’re going to feel like fucking heaven wrapped around my cock.”

You moaned in response. He started to thrust his finger in and out. He didn’t break his rhythm as he added a second, stretching you blissfully. But then he curled his fingers and beckoned you to “come here” and you did.

Your back arched and you screamed out his name as he rubbed that spot inside you perfectly and unraveled every ounce of pleasure within you. Your legs tightened around his waist as you came undone for him.

Bakugo grinned and worked you through your orgasm, adding a third and fourth finger while your hole clenched him in pleasure. By the time you were done gasping for breath, he had lined the head of his thick cock up with your dripping hole.

“Mine,” he growled. With one fluid thrust, he sank into you, all the way to the base. He bit his lip and groaned loudly, his head thrown back in pleasure.

“FUCK!”

“Fuck.” He shook above you, your hole so tight, wet, and hot around him. Perfect. So much better than his hand. So much better than any toy. How could he have ever thought he was better off without an omega? Better off without you?

“Fuck,” he repeated. “Ei was right. This is fucking good. So.”

He withdrew his hips and slammed back in.

“Fucking.”

Another hard thrust.

“Perfect.”

Your eyes were rolled back and your moans were screamed as he fucked you, the head of his cock perfectly hitting that pleasure center inside you with each thrust. His hands gripped your waist tightly as he fucked you for everything he was worth.

Your alpha was perfect. He made you cum twice more before his knot started to catch on your entrance. By then, you were nothing but a moaning, shuddering blissed out omega.

“Gonna knot you, sweet thing. You want your alpha’s knot?” he grunted.

You nodded, whining out a “yes”. With one last powerful thrust, his knot popped in. It swelled to its full size, stretching you almost painfully, and Bakugo roared in pleasure as his cock spurted rope after rope of cum into you. It was hot and you felt every twitch of your alpha’s cock.

After you mated, it turned out you were the type of omega who needed to be with their alpha and scent them as much as possible while the bond settled. Bakugo brought you to work and held you in his lap as he did paperwork and other work “bullshit”.

There were many times when he would grin and sweetly ask you to ride him slowly while he worked to help “motivate” him. You lived to please your alpha and always obliged. There wasn’t a workday where you didn’t end up riding him or on your knees under his desk, his cock down your throat.

One day he had a meeting with other pros to discuss an upcoming mission. You quietly sat in his lap, straddling him, nuzzling against his scent gland for comfort. You felt his cock start to harden under your ass and as always, your needy hole slicked up for him.

Bakugo bent to your ear and whispered quietly, “Naughty little thing I mated. Don’t worry baby. Alpha will take care of you.” He sat back up and resumed conducting the meeting.

He had removed his gloves for this meeting and brought two fingers to your lips. He mouthed, “suck” at you and you opened your mouth for his fingers. He roughly forced them inside the warmth.

You sucked well, the sweetness of his nitro-sweat dancing on your tongue. He thrusted his fingers in and out of your mouth like he would his cock. The other heroes pretended not to notice.

Bakugo sped up his fingers and pushed them deeper into your throat, making you gag and choke audibly. The heroes took notice of that, but he kept talking like he wasn’t fucking your throat with his fingers.

One hero finally cleared his throat and said, “Uh, Dynamight…can we talk about this without… that going on?”

Bakugo glanced at him, unfazed. “What? Do you have a problem with my omega sitting on my lap? With me having some fun with them? Because I don’t care what you think, I’m going to do what I want. Just listen to me and try not to get distracted by the pretty little thing choking on my fingers."

He kept finger fucking your throat for a while, you drooled around his fingers but tried to keep your choking quiet. You loved being used by your alpha.

Finally, his hand snuck into your waistband.

One finger gently poked at your dripping hole, experimentally. It slowly sunk in and you buried your face in your alpha’s chest to stay quiet. The second finger followed the first and when he curled them like he always did, you couldn’t help but moan softly.

Bakugo continued to talk and direct the meeting with ease, never faltering. He also kept up a perfect pace finger fucking you, a third finger making it impossible for you to not whimper and moan in pleasure.

A few of the other heroes present made displeased faces at your sounds. Bakugo noticed, your face was buried in his chest, so you didn’t see, and your alpha grinned, letting out a hearty laugh.

“What did I say? Focus on me, my words. This pretty little thing is mine. I know they’re being a little noisy, but the poor thing can’t help it. Do your best and ignore them.”

Bakugo sped his fingers up further and you bit your lip and tried to keep your moans in. But he was hitting that perfect spot inside you each time and you felt yourself starting to fall apart. You gently tapped his chest and looked up with pleading eyes.

He smirked, “Go ahead, do it.”

You pleaded with your eyes, knowing you wouldn’t be able to stay quiet while orgasming. Your heart pounded with desire and anxiety.

Bakugo leaned forward again and growled in your ear, “Be a good little omega and cum when alpha says so. Do it, right now. Cum all over my fingers in my lap in front of them.”

You couldn’t help but let out a muffled scream as you clamped down on his fingers and came, hard. Bakugo grinned and let out a pleased growl, sitting back and finger fucking you through one of the most intense orgasms of your life.

“Perfect little omega,” Bakugo cooed, kissing your forehead as you shook and came down from the heavens. “I can’t believe I ever thought I was better off without you.”

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Night Rut

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/R4Wm7j6 by Silveryshards Barbarian Prince Bakugo wakes up to his dragon whining in the middle of the night. It's that time of year again. Words: 674, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Barbarian Bakugou Katsuki, Dragon Kirishima Eijirou, Dragon Shifter Kirishima Eijirou, dragon dick, Huge dragon dick, seriously it's big, Rut, Kirishima in Rut, Hand Jobs, Soft Dom Bakugou Katsuki, Praise Kink, Lots of Cum, hyperspermia maybe?, Wings, Quickies, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/R4Wm7j6

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Golden Man

NSFW. Top!Hawks x Gender Neutral!Reader. All characters are 18+.

Tags/Warnings: Blowjob, drooling, face fucking, dirty talk, praise, cumming untouched, swallowing, wings, established relationship.

Word Count: 693

A/N: I was reminded Hawks is hot as fuck. That’s it. Here ya go.

The soft sound of fluttered wings and the coolness of the breeze they generated washed over your bare skin. His eyes were rolled back, hand gently tangled in your hair, full bottom lip bit between perfect teeth.

A red flush the color of his wings ran from Kei’s cheeks down to his pecs. His chest heaved as he panted against the intense pleasure you were wringing from him. Golden eyes flicked down to you as you had paused to take him in.

“Baby bird please don’t stop.” Always melodic, always so sweet, your boyfriend begged you.

The fullness in your throat and the strain in your jaw came back into focus as his cock twitched on your tongue. Precum slid down the back of your throat. You swirled your tongue around the shaft just how he liked. A reward of a breathy, hitched moan fell on your ears.

Slurping and sucking and swirling as you slowly pulled your lips off, he whined. “Baby bird —”

“Cm’on, Kei, it’s okay. I won’t break. Take what you need, fuck my face.”

Those golden eyes widened, and you watched the gold disappear as his pupils overtook his irises. He took in a sharp inhale and a second hand wound its way into your hair. There are several shuddered breaths before he shakily said, “Hold on tight, baby bird. Tap my thigh twice if you need to breathe. Fuck, I love you.”

With the speed and strength of the top pro hero he was, he thrusted his thick cock in and out of your hot, wet mouth. Keigo’s eyes rolled back as he groaned with each thrust of his hips. His heavy balls smacked against your chin.

You did your best and relaxed your throat and breathed through your nose. But his lighting fast pace made it hard, and a few times you choked, tears springing in your eyes. Drool oozed around his beautiful cock and down your chin.

“God baby bird I love watching you choke on my cock. You like it baby? You like when I fuck this pretty throat of yours?” His melodic voice was rough with lust and effort as he kept fucking your face. You moaned around one of your favorite feasts.

“So perfect. Your mouth is so gods damn perfect, baby bird. You make me want to retire so I can just fuck this pretty —”

Hard thrust.

“Little.”

Another hard thrust.

“Mouth. All fucking day.”

You moaned around his length, shuddering and hoping you wouldn’t cum just from his filthy words and him fucking your mouth. You doubted you’d make it though. The smooth feeling of his cock sliding over your tongue and the full feeling of his cockhead lodging in your throat was truly blissful.

“My pretty baby bird. My heart. My soul. My everything.” He said it like he wasn’t making you drool buckets around his cock assaulting your throat.

Looking up yielded a visage that belonged in a Michelangelo painting. Kei’s messy gilded locks framed his gorgeous face. His scarlet wings were unfurled behind him and the plumage was puffed deliciously.

Cherry red, full bottom lip still caught between perfect teeth and his golden eyes were rolled back in ecstasy. Toned chest rising and falling with each excited breath and his chiseled abs quivering as his release fast approached.

You moaned around his thick cock that he was still thrusting hard and fast down your throat. Previous hopes of not cumming just from this were abandoned. He was too fucking beautiful and his words too filthy.

Pleasure pooled in your belly as a string of curses ground out of your boyfriend’s mouth. His hands tightened in your hair and his thrusts got impossibly more fervent. They started to stutter and become sloppy. He was close.

You were closer. You moaned and squeezed your eyes shut as your orgasm wracked through you. That sent him over. He slammed his cock all the way down your throat and came, cock pulsing with each rope he emptied down your throat.

You swallowed eagerly and looked up in time for him to grin back down at you.

“Love you, baby bird.”

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Club Night

NSFW! KiriBaku. Lion Hybrid!Kirishima x Human!Bakugo. All characters are 18+.

Tags/Warnings: KiriBaku, lion hybrid Kirishima x human Bakugo, self-kink shame, anxiety attack, purring, pheromones, sex work, hybrid anatomy (aka lion dick), Top!Kirishima, Bottom!Bakugo, biting, mating bite, scent kink, size kink, size difference, dry humping, cum eating, blowjob, eating ass, fingering, anal, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, dry orgasm, maybe squirting, creampie, passing out from sex

Word Count: 9,516

A/N: I was inspired to write this based on Dark's rendition of Lion Hybrid!Kiriahima over on Bluesky, if you like this fic go give her some love! Additionally, if you prefer x reader, I will eventually have both gender neutral reader and fem reader versions, just keep your eye out on my masterlist!

Having a hybrid kink wasn’t as taboo as it used to be. Now, there was a whole hybrid sex work industry that existed, above board! And highly reputable club just opened in the city near Katsuki Bakugo.

Bakugo’s heart raced as he walked through the doors into the thrumming bass of the club. The beat so strong he was able to ignore the flutter of his heart and instead focus on the vibrations in his body. He handed the bouncer his ID and paid the cover charge.

The dance music continued to pour through the club’s speakers as he ventured inside. His tongue sat heavy in his mouth, so dry he could almost taste it. Water, the bar, he needed water. 

Bright, vibrant lights strobed and flashed across the club. There were many human patrons like Bakugo mulling around the dance floor, around the show stage, and around the bar. And then…there were the hybrids.

They were all so beautiful. How could they all be so beautiful it hurt? Each in their own unique outfit. Some wore cropped tanks and leggings, others in stripper lingerie, and some in regular street clothes. Accessible to all levels of patron comfortability. He appreciated that.

Bakugo wasn't sure he’d be able to approach any of the more sexily adorned hosts. His cheeks flushed scarlet and he rushed to the bar to stutter out his request for water. Thankfully, the bartender was a gentle looking human. He smiled at Bakugo knowingly and got him a bottle of water.

Sagging into the bar seat felt like the only thing keeping him grounded. He was excited but he was also so anxious he could barely breathe. What was he doing here? Him, of all people, in a place like this?

Was he really that pathetic?

No. No. No. Fuck off anxiety. Indulging in this kink and seeking the company of a hybrid in a consensual and healthy environment was good. His heart raced harder and the pounding in his ears swelled to a tempo that drowned out the techno.

Squeezing the water bottle didn’t help. Squeezing his eyes shut didn’t help. He had to ground. He frantically tried to recall one of his on the go grounding rituals.

“Hey, are you okay? Do you need to sit somewhere quiet?” A deep, soft, but energetic voice asked, cutting through the thunder of Bakugo’s heartbeat.

Bakugo’s eyes snapped back open, and he turned, mortification icy in his veins. Next to him stood a crimson furred lion hybrid that had to be at least 7 feet tall. His scarlet hair fell in waves around his chiseled face, framing it like a mane would. The longer locks cascaded down his back all the way to his ass.

His feline ears stuck out on top of his head, the crimson fur contrasting against scarlet locks. He was all shades of red. Sharp, kind crimson eyes searched Bakugo’s as he took in the lion’s beautiful visage in a stunned, anxious silence. A scar ran across his right eye from eyebrow to cheekbone.

His big hands were covered in that same crimson fur and fingers were tipped with black claws. The fur disappeared underneath the sleeve of his black plaid button up, so Bakugo wasn’t certain how far it went. And behind him lazily swished a smooth crimson tail that ended in a thick, fluffy tuft of scarlet fur, the same color as his hair.

Those big hands…one reached for Bakugo as his vermillion eyes softly scanned his face.

“Hey, um. Sorry to bother you. Did you hear me? Are you okay? Do you need to sit somewhere quiet?” He gently asked again, leaning in and down to make sure Bakugo heard him.

The energetic techno music came back into focus around the ringing and pounding of Bakugo’s heart. Lights flashed across the lion from the dance floor.

He asked you a question! What was it? Quiet, he was offering you quiet. Bakugo managed to nod, hands clinging to his plastic water bottle.

“We can go to my room. Can I touch you?”

Bakugo’s stomach flipped at the idea. He was nearly three times his size. Would his fur be soft? But Bakugo nodded again, unable to do much else. The music was filtering through but the ringing in his ears was still loud and dizzying.

The kind lion reached out and took his forearm, pausing to gauge for comfortability, before coaxing Bakugo out of the bar seat and towards the back of the club. He felt numb as he followed, the only thing that felt real was the lion’s large, soft hand cradling his own.

Bakugo’s lion paused at the door and unlocked it with a key, walking in. The room was far more…customized than he expected. Weights and a punching bag sat in the corner, the walls were covered in traditional Japanese art, samurai concepts, and martial arts materials.

The bed took up almost all the rest of the room. It was a king, probably because the lion was so big, and sported a green camouflage bedspread. Everything looked so…normal. It eased some of the pressure in Bakugo’s chest.

After looking around, he was guided to sit on the bed. Big, strong hands lifted him and deposited him with ease. The bottle of water was taken from his clenching hand and it was pressed to his bottom lip.

“Can you take a sip for me?” The lion’s dulcet bass drove away the ringing and allowed Bakugo to recognize that the muffled music sounded calmer in the room.

Bakugo would do anything he asked.

Bakugo pulled a big draw from the bottle and swallowed and went to pull more when the lion pulled the bottle away.

“Hey, hey, I said sip, not to chug!” he laughed, it was such a cheerful sound.

Bakugo looked up at him as he smiled and heartily laughed. That broad, sunny expression lit up his entire face. His sharp pointed teeth glinted in the light as his crimson eyes crinkled in the corners.

“Sorry,” Bakugo murmured, voice quiet.

“S’okay. Being hydrated is manly! But choking on water while having a panic attack, isn’t. I’m Kirishima by the way, Eijiro Kirishima,” Kirishima said, sitting on the edge of the bed facing Bakugo.

“Manly?” Bakugo questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah! Manliness and chivalry, the two things I strive most for in life!” the huge lion hybrid exclaimed, perking up with a grin.

“That’s great,” Bakugo said, smiling softly, the lion’s sunshine attitude infectious.

“Are you feeling better now that you’re out of the lights and noise?” he asked gently, leaning forward to examine Bakugo again for signs of distress.

“Yeah, it actually wasn’t sensory overload that triggered it. I liked the vibe! It was…” Bakugo trailed off, not sure he wanted to bare his soul to this man. He came to indulge in a kink. While he’d had no intentions of treating his hybrid host as an object, he didn’t come for emotions. This was…sex.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m okay, now, though. I can go back out so you can find someone to…host,” Bakugo said, standing up and walking towards the door. Even though Kirishima was exactly Bakugo’s type, he was…a little big. And that intimidated him. 

“Hey, wait!” Kirishima reached out to gently encircle his arm with gentle claws. “You don’t have to go. I’m not kicking you out. I want to make sure you’re okay first.”

Bakugo thought back to earlier when he’d wondered if the lion’s fur was soft. It was. And warm. Not like petting his cat at home where their fur just felt like the temperature in the room. It was the temperature of Kirishima’s body. 

The thudding of Bakugo’s heart resumed, but this time, it wasn’t nerves or self depreciating anxiety. His body warmed as Kirishima’s hand on him made Bakugo acutely aware he was alone with the red lion hybrid, in his hosting room. 

“I promise, I am okay.” He tried to keep his voice steady as he spoke, but blush started to creep up his neck and dusted across his cheeks. “I just spiraled about something dumb for a second. I’m grounded now. Honest.”

The lion frowned at Bakugo and stood, towering over him. He swallowed and tried to ignore what Kirishima’s presence was doing to his body. He needed to go back out and do this properly, pick a hybrid, pay them, and then come back to one of these —

Eijiro’s big, soft hand cupped Bakugo’s chin and tilted his face up to look at him. Concern plastered his beautiful face. His crimson eyes scanned Bakugo’s face and studied him.

“Do you want to leave because I’m not attractive to you? I know I’m not as lithe and pretty as a cat or leopard, I know I don’t have a knot like the canine hybrids do. I’m just kind of really…big. No one really comes in looking for a lion hybrid. I’m not as popular or cool as the others. I guess I have my teeth and claws, and my tail. But my tail doesn’t really add much of anything.”

It swished behind him in slow, uncertain patterns. It was Bakugo’s turn to study his face. Was he serious?! He couldn’t be serious.

“W-what?! No! It’s not that at all! Why would you say those things about yourself?! You’re so fucking hot and I’m sitting here trying to hide how turned on I was just from you touching my arm!”

The lion’s eyebrows shot up curiously. Bakugo regretted the words he said instantly. He took a step back. Go back out, find a host who’s looking to fuck, and leave this gentle giant alone.

“I never assume what a guest comes to the club for since there are so many options. It’s a bar, a very safe dance club, a strip club, a host club, and a brothel. Lots of reasons and you never really know why someone’s here.”

Those crimson eyes started dragging across his figure, he could practically feel Kirishima’s gaze ghosting on his skin, those kind eyes were now predatory and hungry.

“But you didn’t ask why I had a private room or a bed in here. Which makes me think you came looking to indulge in the brothel. That.” His sharp teeth flashed again as he grinned. “And the fact that you’re apparently turned on just by a touch.”

Bakugo shifted backwards and let out a nervous breath. He didn’t want to feel hunted, he came here to find some fun, cute hybrid, have sex, and go home. A nervous swallow moved in his throat.

“I did. I did come for sex. I was going to eventually go to the hosts, see who was available that did that type of hosting, and see if anyone looked like they weren’t… completely turned off or disgusted by me. And hope that they were cute and I could have a fun night with them,” Bakugo admitted.

“I’m one of the hosts that does sex,” Kirishima said. He took another step forward, eliminating the distance Bakugo had created. He felt the heat radiating off the lion’s body.

“I dress in street clothes so I’m more approachable. A big lion in assless chaps and a collar harness with chains doesn’t exactly scream “welcome”. But a plaid button up and jeans? Safer.”

“O-okay,” Bakugo stuttered. “I still would like to go and do this properly.”

Again, Bakugo tried to leave the room. He’d go out to the host stand and do this right, and make sure there wasn’t a host that he was more comfortable with. Because the way Kirishima was looking at him made him feel like dinner.

Bakugo loved and hated it.

“‘Kay. Let’s go.”

And then Kirishima was dragging Bakugo behind him out to the host scheduler’s podium. Bakugo saw his chest rising and falling faster than a man of his stature and fitness should have been winded by the walk. Kirishima leaned down and said something to the human woman standing there.

As she lifted her pen to write something down Bakugo stepped forward and spoke. “I’m sorry, I would like to see who else is available as well?”

He didn’t look at the lion. He didn’t want to see the insecurity he’d tried to dispel earlier in his eyes again. There was nothing wrong with asking.

The woman looked at Bakugo and nodded. “There is obviously Eijiro, who is a lion and does the full host experience.” She then gestured to a couch behind her where three other male hybrids sat.

“Izuku, the bunny, Shinsou, the raven, and Shoto, the cat.”

Bakugo looked at each of them. The green bunny hybrid was cute, but too twink for his tastes. The purple haired raven had a scowl on his face and Bakugo been distressed enough for one night. And the white and red cat looked completely disinterested.

Then Bakugo’s gaze found its way back to the red lion who was still holding his hand. He had been right, there was ghosting insecurity in those crimson eyes, but also genuine interest and desire. Gently, Bakugo squeezed his hand.

“Kirishima, please.”

Bakugo stepped up to the host stand and took care of the business aspect of it. Without balking at the price, he paid for Kirishima’s time for the entire night until close. Ruby eyes widened at that, but he said nothing.

The scheduler went over the rules with Bakugo, explaining he only had to go as far as he wanted, and he was under no obligation to have sex. There were other rules that were just common human decency so they went in one ear and out the other.

“Have a good evening,” the scheduler said, waving as Kirishima dragged Bakugo back towards his room again.

He hurried to keep up with the lion. Once again he found himself in Kirishima’s “Den of Manliness”. He had caught the title plaque as they entered this time. Kirishima sat on the edge of the bed and patted where he’d sat him not 10 minutes earlier.

Bakugo took the spot and sat, nervously glancing at the red lion.

“I’m—“

“It’s okay, really. It’s not wrong of you to see all your potential options before choosing. I didn’t help you with your panic attack so you’d pay me. That’s not manly.” His nose scrunched up at the thought.

Bakugo relaxed at that. But then tensed up a moment later when he remembered he was in Kirishima’s private room with a host who knew he wanted sex. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe he’d thank him and just go home, and then the sweet lion could have the night off without losing pay.

“Hey,” he purred, gently wrapping his strong arms around Bakugo’s waist. “Focus on me, yeah? You’re spiraling again, sweet thing.”

The lion’s warmth made him melt, and he leaned into him.

“Sorry. I’ve just never done anything like this before. Earlier I was…I spiraled because I was thinking I was pathetic for being here. That I was someone who hosts wouldn’t even want to spend time with even if I paid them.”

The big lion listened carefully and gently pulled Bakugo in close. “Can I pull you into my lap?” He nodded. Kirishima did. A deep rumble started in his chest and vibrated Kats’ soul. His lion was purring for him.

“When I saw you walk in, I knew I had to come talk to you. Then I watched as you rushed to the bar and got water and started to have a panic attack. Before I could even think my body had moved to you on its own. And I just wanted to make you feel safe. But you’re also drop dead gorgeous. And if this was just a regular club, I would have hit on you anyway.” His head leaned down towards Bakugo’s face and hot breath washed over his skin, making him shiver. The purring caused Kiri’s voice to reverberate as he spoke.

“I’d love to fuck you.” That was a little more growled than purred. “But I just want to make you happy tonight. So, we will do whatever you want to do, sweet thing.”

Kirishima’s big head nuzzled against Kats’ face and neck, purring louder, hands rubbing up and down his sides. Bakugo relaxed. His ministrations successful, the lion grinned and puffed out his chest more.

Kats’ hands shook a little as he reached for Kiri’s shirt, slowly unbuttoning the plaid to reveal toned abs and firm pecs. Kirishima’s torso was all skin, no fur. Bakugo bit his bottom lip between his teeth and ran a trembling hand down the smooth, hard planes.

The lion purred louder, the noise dropping another octave and sounding closer to an aroused growl. His shirt was discarded, and Kats saw that the fur on his arms was like sleeves, going all the way to his shoulders. Kiri leaned back and rested on his forearms, giving Bakugo space to explore him.

Heat spread in Bakugo’s body again and his hips moved on their own against the lion, aching for friction. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he did it. Kats looked up to see crimson eyes burning with desire for him.

“Tell me what you want, little one,” Kirishima growled, cupping his face with a hot hand.

“You. Please,” Bakugo requested, his body feeling like it was buzzing. He ached. His cock stirred to life in his pants

“You’re so fucking hot, Eijiro.”

Bakugo’s lips and tongue danced across the lion’s pecs and he slowly kissed down hard abs, licking along the V gutters accentuating his hips. Kirishima tasted salty and musky, a musk that flooded his nostrils as Kiri growled his appreciation.

It was heady and hot, primal. He was primal. Bakugo looked back up at him and found crimson eyes watching intently. Kirishima was a certifiable predator but this time his hungry gaze didn’t make Kats feel like prey. It just made him feel wanted.

Deft despite shaking, his fingers reached for the lion’s jeans. Kats’ eyes darted up to silently ask permission. The whistle and rustle of Kiri’s tail swishing behind him sounded. His head dipped in a quick nod.

As Kats’ fingers swiftly undid the button on his jeans the musky scent intensified in time with a deeper rumble sinking into the lion’s chest. His curiosity got the better of him and he pressed his nose to Kiri’s abs again. One deep inhale later he was near dizzy.

“Careful, sweet thing, too much of my pheromones might make you sick.”

Despite having this hybrid kink for as long as he could remember having sexual desire and being obsessed with them his entire life, Bakugo had never heard a single word about pheromones.

“Pheromones?” he asked, gently pulling the zipper on his jeans down. Kiri’s red boxers finally came into view.

Kirishima let out another low, growly rumble. “Mhmm, they are chemical messengers my body releases to communicate with other hybrids.” A pause, he sat up and leaned down, his hot breath was right in Bakugo’s ear.

“Or potential mates.”

The warmth of his breath and the words he had spoken made Kats shiver. His cock ached again and a whimper escaped his lips.

“M-mate?” Bakugo barely stuttered it out.

“Mmmm. Mhmm.” He hummed it low in his chest. “Lion hybrids like me can have casual sex, and we often do. But we can also pair bond to a mate if they are suitable and they accept us, of course.”

“Wait, mating for life?” Bakugo asked, bewildered. The rituals of more exotic hybrids like lions had much less literature available. So he wasn’t sure.

“Mmm. Not quite. Like in a real lion pride, a male can be overpowered by a stronger, more fit male who will drive away the previous lion mate and take the partner for himself, if their mate is interested in the new male that is.”

“Huh, interesting…” It was Bakugo’s turn to pause. “Why are you releasing pheromones? I’m just…a guest of yours…a client…” Another deep breath. “I’m work, a job. Which is totally fine! I didn’t come here looking for anything more than sex. But…yeah..why?”

Kirishima leaned forward again and rubbed his face against Bakugo’s, the corner of his mouth dragged along his jaw and neck, ears twitching and tickling Kats’ cheeks. Kats let out a gentle laugh as Kiri nuzzled and marked him with his scent.

“Yes, I am at work. Yes, you did pay me for my company. But like I said earlier: the second I laid eyes on you I wanted to know you. My body’s responding to those desires. My innate attraction to you. My interest in you.”

For a few moments Bakugo was stunned again. That musky smell was…intoxicating. It had gotten stronger as Kiri had spoken. Was he accidentally spurring Kiri on? Accidentally tempting him to make this…more than just a hosting session?

Bakugo’s mouth opened and closed multiple times as he was at a loss for words. He remembered that one of the rules that he’d barely paid attention to was don’t ask the hosts out. But what if one of the hosts asked him?

“That seems like it’s more than your job title covers. Are you okay? I can leave if you’re having some sort of reaction to me that you shouldn’t,” Bakugo offered as he started to slide off the lion’s lap.

A low, vibrating growl came from deep within Eijiro’s chest and his big hands settled on Bakugo’s hips. Those hands firmly pulled him right back where he’d been just before. The growl sounded scary, but it didn’t make him feel threatened, it was just a warning.

“No. Stay, please.” The lion took a deep, shuddered breath and looked down at him. “I’m sorry I brought up the mates thing. We don’t have to discuss that. You wanted me, let’s just focus on that tonight, yeah?”

Bakugo swallowed nervously again and nodded in agreement. The sexy lion smiled back, his sharp teeth flashing. He leaned down again and nuzzled against Bakugo’s neck, warm full lips peppering kisses along the sensitive skin there.

He inhaled sharply as the kisses made him shiver. Bakugo pulled the lion’s face up, tangling his hands in Kirishima’s thick mane, and kissed him. They both moaned into the kiss and Bakugo’s hips thrust up, seeking friction against his cock.

Kirishima’s large hand pressed into Bakugo’s front. The blonde’s head threw back as the lion palmed his hard on through his pants. A low growl came from the bigger man.

“Like that baby?” His big palm worked in an up and down motion over his cock.

Bakugo whimpered quietly and nodded. “Y-yeah…”

Those full lips captured his again and one hand worked his cock over, starting to create a wet spot of precum on his jeans, while the other pulled off Bakugo’s shirt, breaking the kiss for a second. But only for a second. 

Hot lips crashed back into his and worked his mouth and cock in tandem, making him dizzy. Bakugo tried to keep up with Kirishima’s fervent movements and was quickly swept away. The lion was skilled.

Bakugo gasped and pulled away, “W-Wait.”

Kirishima froze and red eyes softened with concern. “What’s wrong? Do we need to stop?”

The blonde shook his head and took a deep breath, “What if… what if I’m not good? I’m not a virgin but I’ve never been with a hybrid. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Kirishima’s eyes widened and he looked down at Bakugo. “Wait, you’re worried about my pleasure?”

Bakugo blinked, “Um, duh?”

Laughter so warm and joyous spilled from the lion’s mouth, shaking Bakugo who was still firmly in his lap. The lion wrapped strong arms around the smaller man and lay back on the bed, pulling him down on top of him.

Bakugo let him, though his hands roved over Kirishima’s lap and felt…nothing?

“No one’s ever cared about my pleasure before, just what I could do for them. That’s new for me.” He noticed Bakugo’s confusion and lifted him off his lap, shucking his pants and boxers. The crimson fur covered his entire legs up to his hips, almost like hip high thigh-highs.

Resting between them was a heavy sac, covered in the same smooth crimson as his tail. But above that was a sheath, just like he’d seen in canine hybrids. There was a peak of something pointed and pink in the center.

“I’ve been holding back getting too worked up. A lot of clients like to see it come out,” Kirishima explained, smiling at Bakugo. “I didn’t want to take that away from you if you wanted it. It’s not that I’m not turned on by you, trust me.”

Bakugo nodded, nervously biting his lip. “I wasn’t worried about, um, watching you get aroused.”

Kirishima smirked and cupped Bakugo’s chin in one big clawed hand. “Alright then, sweet thing.”

Before his eyes, a long, thick, and seemingly…barbed?! cock emerged from Kirishima’s sheath. The head wasn’t rounded like humans, it was more pointed and slim, with hardly any flare between head and shaft. Along the cock were small, flesh colored barbs that pointed towards the head.

Bakugo’s eyes widened and he scooted back. “Wait, I'd heard of cats having barbs but I didn’t know hybrids did too!”

Kirishima saw his alarm and sat up, gently reaching for him to grab his hand. “Whoa, whoa, calm down, sweet thing. It won’t hurt you. I promise. They’re not keratin like actual cats. It’s somewhere between cartilage and regular skin. They’re soft. Feel.”

The lion gently guided Bakugo’s hand towards the thick, seemingly barbed cock. He slowly ran his fingertips over the shaft, it was smooth and soft, just like a human dick. The “barbs” were flexible and moved under his fingers, they were also completely soft, no sharpness to them.

“So…do they just bend backwards when you thrust in or jack off? Does it hurt?” Bakugo asked, fascinated.

Kirishima reached down and wrapped a big hand around his cock. Jesus, even in his big hands it still looked huge. He stroked it a few times, causing a bead of precum to leak from the pointed head. As his hand stroked along, the little barbs splayed backwards before settling back flat after his hand passed over them.

“It doesn’t hurt?”

“Nope, they’re meant to do that. It’s supposed to stimulate the inner walls and cause pleasure.” Sharp teeth flashed again as the lion smirked.

Bakugo’s mouth opened in a big O as he listened, a dark flush of red returning to his cheeks. Kirishima’s big hands settled on his hips again and pulled Bakugo back into the lion’s lap. Clawed fingers undid his jeans quickly and rolled him onto his back, pulling boxers and jeans off in one fell swoop.

Crimson eyes met crimson eyes and both their chests rose and fell quickly as they took in each other’s naked forms. Kirishima’s hair fell around them like thick scarlet curtains. His lion leaned in and those full lips finally captured his own.

A slutty, unabated moan escaped Bakugo’s lips as he kissed Kiri back. He wrapped his hands around the big man’s neck and buried his fingers in the thick scarlet tresses. Pulling the lion closer, he wrapped his legs around his hips, and ground his cock into the smooth, bumpy planes of Kiri’s abs.

That pulled another growl from the lion’s chest. A hot tongue ran over Bakugo’s lips, seeking entrance. As another moan escaped them as the lion pressed down against his cock.

When his lips opened Kirishima pushed his thick, long tongue into his mouth. Bakugo lapped against it with his own and discovered small, micro versions of the barbs from his cock on his tongue. And the warm metal of a tongue piercing in the middle.

Their tongues swirled and danced together, the texture of Kirishima’s tongue and the ball of his piercing making Bakugo’s head spin. His cock throbbed against the lion’s abs as they moved against each other.

Heat was already dripping and pooling in Bakugo’s belly. The feel of Kirishima’s furred hands on his slim waist and the taste of his tongue in his mouth was overwhelming. He was already getting close. A flex of abs made him moan loud into the red head’s mouth.

“Kiri,” he gasped into the lion’s mouth. “G-gonna.”

The lion grinned and kissed from the corner of his mouth to his ear. A low, purred growl echoed in Bakugo’s ear. “Go ahead, sweet thing. Paint my abs with your cum.”

Bakugo’s hips bucked hard against his abs and he bit his bottom lip, trying hard not to cum. He didn’t want to be pathetic.

“Oh, no, no, no. Not my sweet thing holding back. Don’t be embarrassed, I’m so happy you’re feeling good and enjoying yourself. We have all night. Cum for me, sweet thing. Cum for me.”

With a cry of, “Kirishima!” Bakugo’s eyes rolled back in his head, his back arched into Kirishima’s abs, and his hips stuttered as his cock throbbed against the muscles. He came, and god did he cum hard.

Thick ropes of white cum painted both their abs as Bakugo’s cock pulsed between them. Kirishima growled with pleasure and nipped at Bakugo’s ear. “There you go, sweet thing, there you go. Bet that feels real good, doesn’t it?”

The purr that started rumbling in the lion’s chest made Bakugo gasp as it made his abs vibrate and continue to stimulate his still hard cock. He pulled his hips back, needing a second to breathe.

“God my mate is so pretty,” Kirishima moaned against Bakugo’s neck. His beautifully textured tongue ran up the column of Bakugo’s neck. Full lips wrapped around his pulse point and sharp teeth scraped against his skin.

Bakugo shivered again and whimpered. Kirishima reached between them and ran his fingers through the thick cum there and brought the white coated fingers to his mouth. He sucked them clean and moaned around them.

“And his cum tastes good, too,” the lion moaned again.

“Fuck,” Bakugo whimpered, “you can’t just say stuff like that…” His cock was already throbbing and hard again.

The lion’s big head lifted and he grinned down at him. “Of course I can, I want you to know how much I adore you. You aren’t like other guests. I actually want to fuck your brains out.”

He leaned back in and hot breath washed over Bakugo’s neck. “I’d mate you in a heartbeat if you wanted me to. My bite would go right here.” His hot tongue lapped wetly over his neck before settling at the base where it met his shoulder. Those sharp teeth nipped at the spot and the blonde moaned again.

Kirishima growl-purred again and his lips wrapped around the spot. He sucked the skin there between his teeth, nipping at it while making Bakugo writhe and moan like a whore beneath him. The delicious pressure on the sensitive skin shot pleasure right to his aching cock.

“W-what would it mean? If you bit me?” he blabbered out through a moan.

Another growl rumbled through the lion’s chest and his pupils dilated. The musk smell filled Bakugo’s nose again and his eyes fluttered, that delightful dizziness buzzing in his brain. The growl made Kirishima’s teeth vibrate against his skin.

“It would mean you would be mine. You’d be my mate, pair bonded with me for life. You’d only ever be with me for the rest of your life. I’d still need to be a host for work but if you wanted me to stop having sex with others I’d stop. We’d live together. We’d be mates, lovers, a real couple.”

Kiri’s jaw twitched and his teeth pressed against the skin again, pulling another moan from Bakugo. “But it’s not something to be taken lightly. I need enthusiastic consent. And I should probably take you on a date first —”

“Please. I’ve never wanted anyone like I’ve wanted you before. You are so incredibly beautiful. Sexy. Handsome. Kind. You are everything…I’d be so lucky to be yours,” Bakugo begged.

Kirishima growled again, those big clawed hands gripped his waist tighter, his jaw twitching with the urge to mark this perfect little mate. “Please, Eijiro, make me yours. If you want me.”

With another, low, possessive growl those big, sharp teeth sunk into the soft flesh of Bakugo’s neck. He cried out in a combination of pleasure and pain. His cock throbbing as the sensations went straight to it. Fingers tugged hard on scarlet locks and he arched into his new mate.

Then Eijiro started purring and the dizziness gave way to a feeling of euphoria, warmth, and bliss. Bakugo relaxed into the plush bed and let out a sigh. The musky pheromones the lion was giving off now smelled divine.

“Pretty little mate,” the lion purred, lapping at the bite mark. The texture of his tongue along the fresh wound made Bakugo’s eyes roll back and a fresh groan escaped his lips.

Full lips closed around it and tended it, lapping and sucking eagerly, darkening the skin on and around the bite mark. Beautifully so, if you asked Kirishima. The dark mark with the shape of his teeth marked his mate as his.

Those lips crashed back against Bakugo’s and there was a hint of copper still on them as they proceeded to dance together once more. They felt more in sync this time, each stroke of a tongue or twist was matched easily by the other.

Both men moaned into each other’s mouths, bodies moving against one another. Bakugo’s aching cock rubbed against the lion’s abs again, gliding easily due to the cum that still painted them. Kirishima’s rock hard, textured cock was pooling precum on Bakugo’s thigh.

Kirishima pulled away and slowly kissed and licked his way down Bakugo’s neck to his pecs. That long, thick tongue circled his perky nipple and the blonde’s back arched off the bed, pushing that plump pec further into the lion’s mouth. The ball of his tongue piercing flicked against the hardened nub.

“Oh fuck,” Bakugo groaned.

He was rewarded with further purring that vibrated that little piece of metal against his surprisingly sensitive nipple. Kirishima’s sharp teeth gently dragged along the delicate flesh and Bakugo hissed. Those sharp teeth bit down around his nipple and left perfect imprints of his teeth.

“Fuck!” Bakugo whined, pleasured tears springing in his eyes.

Those crimson eyes rolled back as the lion continued to ravish his chest, sucking and licking on each nipple in turn, those clawed hands squeezing and kneading the ample muscles. Bakugo started to feel like he was floating, soaring higher into the clouds with each bite Kirishima decorated his pecs with.

He felt the hot wetness of that textured tongue drag down his abs. A purred groan left the lion’s throat as his tongue lapped up all the white that was adorning his chiseled stomach. Teeth continued to sink into soft skin and hard muscles.

When Kirishima finally swallowed the last of Bakugo’s cum and sat back, his little mate was spotted with bite marks. Most prominent of which was the one at the base of his neck, deep purple in hue. The lion growled in pleased joy at the sight, his massive cock twitching.

Leaning back in, his long tongue swirled around Bakugo’s aching, throbbing cock. The blissfully textured tongue cleaned it of the rest of his mate’s salty, delicious cum. Kiri’s tongue was long enough it looped around the aching member and swirled around it, rewarding him with a strangled moan from his mate.

Bakugo couldn’t believe it. He looked down and saw his lion’s mouth open, those sharp teeth glinting in the light. His pupils were still blown wide and his feline ears twitched on the top of his head. That pierced tongue was still wrapped around his cock and working it over.

This was so much better than any fantasy he had ever had. Calloused fingers wove back into that scarlet mane and he gently urged his new mate down. “S-suck me off, please? Please? ”

With a growl, Kirishima had opened his mouth and sunk his lips down on the hot, throbbing length. Bakugo’s hips bucked up and pushed his cock to the back of the lion’s hot, tight throat. Kiri growled and started to devour Bakugo’s cock in a way that made him see stars.

He’d never had a blowjob this good. With each bob of his mate’s head, his full lips ran along the length, that agile tongue swirled around it, and the pressure as he sucked was making him dizzy. The pressure was already building in his belly again.

“K-Kirishima! I-I’m!” The only response he got was more intense sucking and faster head bobbing. He whined out, his orgasm barreling down on him.

Bakugo screamed out as he exploded on his lion’s tongue and down his throat. Kiri groaned and swallowed it all down, lapping Bakugo’s over sensitive cock clean. He quivered and whined softly.

“S-sensitive.”

Kirishima immediately pulled off and sat back, looking at the beautiful visage of his mate in bliss. He was covered in his bites and sweat glistened on his pale skin. A soft purred growl left his chest as he closed his big hand around his huge cock.

Using the precum that was leaning from it profusely as lube, Kiri stroked a clawed hand up and down his massive length, head tilted back with a groan. His hips bucked into his own hand, and he wanted so desperately to be buried balls deep in his little mate.

As he stroked himself, he looked back down at his blonde human. His voice reverberated with the purr that was still emanating from his chest. “Do you top or bottom, baby? I usually top but I know my…anatomy can be intimidating, regardless of my size.”

Bakugo’s vermillion eyes fluttered open and he took a deep breath. “I..usually I’m a bottom. I’ll be anything you want me to be.” 

His deep voice was so loving and earnest it made Kirishima groan and growl, tapered head dropping more precum onto the bedspread below.

“Are you comfortable taking my cock, little mate? It’s big and if you’ve never used toys with texture before it might be…overwhelming,” Kiri purred gently, still stroking his length.

The lion was composed externally, but inside his instincts were screaming that he needed to seal the deal on his little mate. That he needed to shove his lion cock balls deep in his little hole, bite him again, and then scent mark him with his pheromones all over so everyone would smell his claim.

His massive cock throbbed in his furred hand, the little fleshy barbs making him shake. They weren’t just for his mate’s pleasure after all. The precum matted his fur but allowed for a perfectly smooth glide up and down the length.

Bakugo’s crimson eyes were fixated on that big, furred, clawed hand as it stroked up and down his mate’s lion cock. It really was huge. Even in the lion’s big hand it looked unusually large. Kats doubted he could wrap his hand completely around it. He would need two. How would it fit?

“I-I…I want to take it,” resolve steely in Bakugo’s voice, “But it’s so big. I don’t think it will fit. I’ve never taken anything even close to that big before….” He couldn’t keep the quiver out of his voice as he said it.

Kirishima’s cock lunged with desire at that and the lion bit his lip to hold back a moan. Fuck. His little mate just had to say the perfect words that triggered his size kink, didn’t he?

“Fuck,” the lion growled, leaning back over his mate and caging him in with one hand next to his head. He captured his sweet lips with his own and pushed his thick tongue into his mouth.

Bakugo moaned out his appreciation and danced his tongue along Kiri’s, chasing the salty taste of his own cum that still lingered. Kirishima’s hips thrust into his own hand as they made out, the monster drooling precum onto Bakugo’s still recovering soft cock. He growled into his mate’s mouth and pushed his tongue deeper into the depths, the tip tickling the back of his throat.

Pulling back suddenly, a thick line of saliva connected their lips, Kirishima panted and observed his mate. “Gonna prep you with my tongue, ‘kay? Then I’ll use a toy. My claws don’t exactly lend well for it so I can’t finger you.”

“You’re...gonna eat my ass ?” Bakugo whispered the last part, feeling embarrassed. “I-I didn’t shower before I came. Just this morning, I wasn’t expecting to need to be that clean.”

“Shhh, it’s okay little mate, sweet thing. I don’t mind, so long as it’s still okay with you that I do it. Is it?” he asked it softly while nuzzling his cheek against his mate’s, resuming his calming purrs.

The tightness that started rising in Bakugo’s chest eased and he let out a shaky breath, inhaling the alluring musk that the lion was releasing. It made the noise in his brain dissipate and let him resume floating in the bliss of being with his mate like this. The blonde nodded and sighed softly.

“If it’s not gross to you, I’m okay with it,” he finally breathed out.

Kirishima wasted no time, a large grin spreading across his face. He shuffled down and placed himself between Bakugo’s legs. Large hands gently moved to the backs of his thighs and pressed them up to his chest, exposing that little pucker to him.

Kirishima licked his lips to clear the drool that was threatening to drip from them. He leaned down and kissed across the backs of Bakugo’s thighs, biting lightly and peppering the unmarked skin with pretty bite marks.

Hungrily he sucked a hickey into the seam of his thigh and ass cheek, earning himself a whine from his mate. He let out a slow, hot exhale over Bakugo’s rim and watched as it flexed and quivered in response with another whimper.

A hungry smirk overtook his grin and he dove in. Sloppy, open mouthed kisses assaulted Bakugo’s hole and crack. Each little sound that he let out spurred the lion on further. He flattened his textured tongue and lapped over the rim, feeling it quiver. His mate bucked as his piercing dragged over it.

The manly, sweaty-salty, musky taste filled Kirishima’s mouth. A low, pleased growl rumbled and vibrated his tongue as he circled the rim with the tip of the muscle. Above him, Bakugo was letting out whimpers and whines with each breath.

Each circle and flat lap of his tongue meant the ring relaxed a little more. Finally, Kirishima nudged the center of the hole with the tip, pressing experimentally. When he found no resistance, the textured muscle pushed in beyond that tight gate and into heavenly warmth.

Bakugo had been eaten out before, but never before by a hybrid. Kirishima’s textured tongue added extra stimulation that made him nearly dizzy. When he pushed in, it wasn’t smooth like a human’s. He felt that texture with each inch of it that sunk beyond his rim.

It was soft but felt like a million little micro tentacles danced against his hole as the lion’s tongue dove deeper. Bakugo groaned loudly and his eyes rolled back as his mate’s huge tongue pushed even deeper inside and flicked against the special spot hidden in his depths.

“Ah! E-Eijiro, there!” he cried, begging further.

Kirishima was more than happy to oblige, thrusting his tongue in and out of Bakugo’s pretty hole, flicking the tip against his prostate with each pass. His mate was falling apart on his tongue, whining and trying to squirm, but big hands kept him still.

Pulling his tongue out Kirishima lapped around and over the hole a few more times. Drool slid from his lips and down his chin, similarly running down Bakugo’s crack and pooling between supple cheeks. With a firm press the lion thrust his tongue back in kept fucking it into his mate.

“Nnghh, E-Eijiro!” Bakugo whined, pleasured tears pooling on his waterline.

Another growl, and with his tongue inside like it was, pressed right against his prostate, it made Bakugo cry out and see galaxies. The blonde’s hands fisted the sheets tightly, trying to hold on like his life depended on it.

Kirishima felt Bakugo’s balls draw up and away from his forehead and glanced up, seeing his lover’s cock was fully hard again and throbbing in time with the thrusts of his tongue. His mate could give him two more, certainly he could, right?

Opening his mouth wider, Kirishima fucked his tongue in harder and faster, flicking the textured tip right up against that swollen inner spot, purring to make his tongue a natural vibrator. Red eyes stared as Bakugo’s cock jolted and throbbed over and over again.

With a solid push, Kirishima pressed his tongue in deeper and rubbed it all over Bakugo’s prostate, lapping at it eagerly, attacking the spot with fervor. He was readily awarded with his mate screaming out and that pretty cock erupting for a third time with white, violently pulsing but only dribbling out a few thick globs that ran down the shaft.

Reaching under his bed and pulling out a toy that was tapered in size, starting as thick as his tongue before slowly increasing to the thickness of his cock, Kirishima sat up and withdrew his tongue. He was a messy eater and his mate’s asshole was completely drenched in his drool. No additional lube needed.

Taking the toy by its flared base, he gently pressed it to Bakugo’s relaxed rim. He fed his mate’s ass the toy slowly. Vigilantly he watched the human’s face for any signs of distress as it increased in thickness.

“That’s it sweet thing, just breathe for me, relax and breathe. Just think about how good my big cock is gonna feel balls deep inside you. Yeah? You want me inside?” Kirishima’s purred voice asked.

Bakugo could only whimper in response. He wanted it more than anything. He wanted to fuck a hybrid more than he wanted to breathe. He wanted to fuck his mate more than he wanted his next breath.

“Good, good job, sweet thing. Stay nice and relaxed for me. You’re doing such a good job. So perfect for me, my perfect little mate,” he purred, finally pushing the toy in fully.

He held it still and let his mate adjust to the thickness that was the same as his massive cock. Smashing his lips against a dazed Bakugo’s, he shared the flavor of himself on his tongue once again. Bakugo moaned at how filthy it all was and his ass squeezed around the toy with need.

They made out for a few minutes, lips and tongues moving in perfect harmony. When they pulled apart, lips were puffy and swollen from the intensity, but Bakugo was finally ready for the main event.

Kirishima slowly pulled the toy out of his mate and grabbed the lube from the bedside, applying it to his cock and stroking it with his hand to make sure it’s nice and warm for his little mate. “Ready?”

Bakugo’s crimson eyes met vermillion ones, and he nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, fuck me, please god fuck me.”

With a growl, Kirishima surged forward and buried himself to the base in one smooth, hard thrust, losing control for a split second. Bakugo screamed in pleasure and his eyes squeezed shut. His soft cock erupted with a clear fluid as he came a fourth time and squirted for his mate.

“Fuck,” it was completely growled, low, barely English. “That was so fucking hot!”

The lion was shaking with restraint, watching his little mate pant and whimper on his cock. He needed to hold still. He’d overstimulate Bakugo if he started fucking him now.

Still, the massive thing twitched and throbbed inside, aching and urging him to move. But his mate’s enjoyment was more important than his instincts right now. He wouldn’t be a slave to his primal needs.

“How are you doing?” he purred, cupping Bakugo’s face with his clean hand.

The blonde nuzzled into his big hand and a dreamy smile blossomed on his lips. “I’m amazing. Fuck me now?”

He said it so sweetly, Kirishima’s heart clenched, and he leaned down to capture that pretty face in a loving kiss. He started slowly, rolling his hips so his cock pulled almost all the way out and then slowly sank back in. Bakugo gasped against his lips.

“Oh my god it’s…it’s indescribable,” he whined, grabbing Kirishima’s forearms and digging his nails in.

It truly was, as the lion slowly pushed and pulled his massive cock in and out of him it felt like he was going to split in two. But on top of that, each of those little “barbs” gently stroked his walls as the lion pushed in. The girth stretched him and the texture tantalized and teased.

He was shaking and trembling with each thrust, gasping. Holding on to Kirishima like the was pounding him with all his might when he was just gently making love to him. But that cock those barbs made everything more intense by a hundredfold.

“Doing okay, sweet thing?” Kirishima growled out. The lion was shaking too, but with restraint. He needed to pound Bakugo with all his strength and prove his might as a mate, but he could see how intense just this was for him.

Bakugo couldn’t speak anymore, he only whimpered and nodded shakily. His crimson eyes wide and begging for more. He tugged at the lion’s arms, urging him to go faster, harder.

“Once I start, I won’t be able to stop, I need to fuck you and claim you, little mate. My instincts won’t let me stop when I start.” That deep voice was strained with the effort of holding himself back.

A nervous flash crossed Bakugo’s face and Kirishima let out a shaky breath, “Just tell me stop or tap my arm three times if it’s too much and I’ll make myself stop. Okay? I’d never hurt you.”

Bakugo relaxed at that and nodded his permission. Kirishima growled again and dove in to kiss him, slamming his hips into his ass hard. He drank his mate’s pleasured scream and encircled his big hands around that slutty little waist. Using his grip as leverage Kirishima pounded into Bakugo’s ass with more strength than the human could fathom.

Each thrust rewarded the lion with a scream that he swallowed greedily. His heavy balls smacked against Bakugo’s perfectly supple cheeks and the sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the room. The bed creaked in protest, it wasn’t used to his level of abuse. Kirishima never let go with clients like this, ever.

But Bakugo wasn’t just a client, not anymore. He was his everything. His reason to exist. His heart, his soul, his mate, his life. All pinned beneath him and beautifully taking his massive feline cock. Kirishima’s tail swished behind them eagerly. 

Kirishima was growling and purring, groaning when Bakugo’s hole clenched around him as he stroked that special spot inside with the head of his cock. His hands gripped that slim waist hard and pulled his pretty mate down onto his cock as he thrust up. The blonde’s eyes were closed but he still screamed for him.

The sensations were starting to get to the lion. His mate was so hot and tight inside, it felt like he was trying to milk the cum right from his massive cock. But he would last. His mate would cum first, he would always cum first. And Kirishima wanted him to feel better than he’d ever felt before.

Using his hand that still had lube on it he wrapped it around Bakugo’s cock, which was hard again. It wasn’t small by any means, it was actually well above average, but in the lion’s hand it did look small. It just reminded him how much bigger he was than his mate, which made him shiver and his cock twitch inside him.

Kirishima started stroking his mate in time with his thrusts. The blonde’s eyes flew open and his back arched, causing them both to moan loudly as his cock sank deeper into his velvety depths. They were both moaning and grunting in an animalistic way, and Kirishima thrust and pumped harder, chasing their releases like prey.

“One more little mate, give me one more. You can do it. Let me make you feel better than anyone else ever has in your life. I love you. Come on. Cum for me one more time.”

He angled his hips to hit Bakugo’s prostate with each thrust and his mate screamed. The pointed head and stimulation of the soft barbs dragging across that nerve cluster had Bakugo cumming in seconds. He screamed at the top of his lungs, “Eijiro!” as his balls drew up and his cock pulsed, but nothing came out, his mate was cumming dry for him.

“Fuck! Katsuki!” the lion roared, slamming in one last time and falling over the edge himself at the sight of his mate cumming dry, for him.

Sharp teeth sank back into Bakugo’s neck as Kirishima emptied his heavy balls deep inside his little mate’s hole. He growled and roared around his neck, seeing stars he was cumming so hard.

His legs shook and he collapsed on his side, completely spent, rolling onto his back to pull Bakugo onto his chest. Leaning in to kiss his mate’s cheek he saw that the pleasure had overwhelmed his little lover and he’d passed out.

Kirishima settled in and gently rubbed his mate’s back, purring lovingly to soothe him. He peppered his face with kisses and then laid back. He was mated, to the perfect little human mate.

Nose buried in messy blonde locks, the lion inhaled the scent that had drawn him across the club in the first place. Smoky, spicy cinnamon filled his nostrils. His mate’s natural pheromones smelled like smokey, spicy cinnamon and male musk.

The purring got stronger as Kirishima realized how happy he was. So, truly happy.

A few hours later when Katsuki woke up, there were still several hours before the club closed for the night. The two cuddled close and exchanged numbers before Kirishima spoke up:

“Want to go dancing?” the lion’s eyes were lit up and that sunshine grin was back on his face.

Bakugo had grabbed his tail and was playing with the tuft of fur on the end. Kirishima purred louder as his mate played with it. “Dancing?” the blonde asked.

“Yeah! There’s the dance floor out in the club! The DJ has really good taste and it’s a lot of fun! Cm’on, I’m sure you’ll love it!” Kirishima had already sat up, accidentally sending Bakugo tumbling off his lap in his excitement.

“Oops, sorry baby.”

Big, warm hands helped Bakugo right himself. They donned robes and quickly hit the showers before returning to pull on their clothes. Next thing Bakugo knew, the giant lion, now his mate, was dragging him out into the loud bass of the dance floor.

The lights arrived and pulsed with the music and Kirishima’s grin only got wider as he started dancing. Well, if you could call it dancing. He more just jumped to the rhythm and fist pounded in the air. But Gods did he look so sexy and happy doing it. His long scarlet hair bounced with every jump.

Bakugo couldn’t help but grin and dance too, actually moving his hips and having a little bit of style to his movements. He wasn’t anxious anymore. How could he be when this hybrid, this embodiment of sunshine, was his lover and mate?

They danced for the rest of the night, getting completely sweaty and gross but laughing all the while. Bakugo loved that smile, the one that lit up the hybrid’s face and made his ears perk up. On the last song Kirishima scooped him up, “Up we go baby!”

Bakugo settled on his mate’s shoulders and he could see the entire club. It was incredible, actually. But after taking an initial glance around he looked down and locked eyes with the only thing in this whole place that mattered: Eijiro.

“I’m so happy I came tonight,” Bakugo said.

Kirishima beamed back up at him: “Me too!”

“I love you, Red.”

The lion had already been beaming, but now it was like someone turned it to the intensity of the actual sun and added happy tears. “I love you, too!”

That night they went home to Katsuki’s place together, and it was the first night of the rest of their lives together as mates. They couldn’t wait to see what life had in store for them next.

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Magazine

NSFW! KiriBaku implied. Solo!Kirishima. All characters are 18+, this is time skip era.

Tags/Warnings: Masturbating, porno magazine, himbo life, masturbating with a magazine, Kiri dumb

Word Count: 723

A/N: This was inspired by this post on Bluesky!

Kirishima didn’t use porn. Not really. He kind of felt it objectified people? And that didn’t feel…manly.

But when Denki and Hanta bought him a porno magazine and left it in his apartment as a prank… well, one look couldn’t hurt, right? He chuckled at the note: “Kiri, we didn’t know what your preference was, choose your own porn.”

He tossed the one with the naked woman in the trash and picked up the one with the posing, muscular…manly man on the cover. It was even hero themed. The man on the cover was wearing…

Oh fuck. He was wearing a Dynamight themed thong. Fuck fuck fuck…

His cock lunged to life in his shorts. Kiri groaned and flopped on his bed, knowing he would need to deal with the heat pooling in his hard cock. Those fuckers picked this one on purpose.

Kirishima finally read the title, and it was: “Dynamight’s New Lingerie Line & Sex Toys”. Oh. Fuck. Him.

He whipped out his phone and texted Kats: “Bro! When did you approve sex toys and lingerie??”

And why didn’t he tell him?

After staring at an empty screen for a minute, his cock achingly throbbed with his heartbeat and reminded him, hey fucker, I’m hard here!

Kiri opened the magazine and flipped through it, page after page of muscular men all wearing Kats’ merch. Thongs, boxers, leather. He bit his full lower lip between his sharp teeth and palmed himself through his shorts.

A low groan escaped his lips as it created some friction, giving him a fraction of relief. The next page he flipped to had…oh fuck oh FUCK. The next page had fucking Kats, completely naked, manspreading on a leather couch.

If his cock ached before, it was so hard it hurt now. He lifted his shirt to his mouth and bit down on the hem, yanking down his shorts and boxers. His massive cock sprang from them and slapped up against his toned abs.

He knew it was…big. Mostly by the fact that even in his big hands it looked huge. It was already leaking precum that dripped onto his abs. The head was starting to be an angry red, the veins pronounced, and it throbbed with his heartbeat.

Kiri sat back and wrapped his hand around his aching length, the precum drooling from it acting as a perfect lube. Groaning around his shirt he started running his hand up and down the length in fluid strokes.

Red eyes fell back on the two page spread of his best friend and secret love. Katsuki was man spreading on the couch. From their high school days and stolen locker room glances he already knew Kats kept things tidy.

The pale, heavy looking sack sat between his thighs, tidy and hair free. His cock. Fuckkk… Katsuki’s cock was beautiful. It was thick and not as long as his but that didn’t matter. Its head was a dusky rose.

Kiri started drooling around his shirt, stroking his cock harder, faster. His eyes dragging up Katsuki’s image. His familiar toned abs and full tits made his cock ache more. It wasn’t enough.

He needed more…he needed…

With a growl Kiri pulled his hand off and wrapped the image of Katsuki around his cock. He thrust his hips up into the magazine, imagining it was his best friend’s hand around him. His head threw back and pulled up his shirt further as he moaned.

His hips bucked up hard and fast into the image of his best friend, heat pooling in his belly. He wasn’t gonna last long. Not even close. A feral growl rumbled in his chest as the pleasure built further and further.

“Fuck, Kats!” he growled around his shirt as he came.

Thick, white ropes erupted from his cock and through the magazine, panting his abs and chest in white as they tensed. His eyes were rolled back as each pulse sent waves of pleasure through him. 

He heard a familiar click of a tongue, “Tch, I didn’t. That’s a fake magazine I made and told Dunce Face and Tape Arms to prank you with. Good to know you want me like I want you, Red.”

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Cumming Home

NSFW! KiriBaku. Sub(ish)!Kirishima x Dom!Bakugo. All characters are 18+, this is time skip era.

Tags/Warnings: Established relationship, blowjob, choking, drool, swallowing, face fucking, praise

Word Count: 691

Bakugo stormed into their shared apartment with a growl. “Shitty Hair! Come get on your knees like a good boy.”

A crash sounded from deeper in their apartment and loud footsteps thundered down the hall, the red head nearly crashing as he eagerly barreled towards him. He caught himself and fell to his knees in front of Bakugo, a hungry, goofy grin on his sexy face.

Like the good fuckin’ boy he was, Kirishima nuzzled his face against the bulge in Bakugo’s sweats, mouthing it through the fabric. The blonde’s head fell back with a growl.

“Good boy, make me feel good, earn your dinner.”

A whine escaped Eijiro’s throat as he was called a “good boy”. Bakugo’s already aching cock twitched against Ei’s tongue as he made out with his cock through his sweats. Another growl of approval rumbled from the blonde.

Kirishima was soaking the front of Kats’ sweats with his drool as he sloppily sucked and licked the bulge, moaning like a bitch in heat over his treat. Bakugo groaned as his cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat and a wet spot started forming as it drooled precum.

“Go ahead, you can have it.”

Seconds later his cock was slapping against his abs as Eijiro yanked his sweats down. It hadn’t even bounced the second time before Ei’s perfect throat was swallowing it whole.

“Fuck!” Bakugo growled.

The tightness of his throat around the head, hot wetness and the skill of Kiri’s tongue working him over as he sucked the life from him. Bakugo buried his hands in red, gelled hair and thrust his cock further down his boyfriend’s throat, his heavy balls slapping against his chin.

Eijiro choked and drooled as Bakugo rammed the head of his cock into the back of his pretty, tight throat. But like the good fucking boy he so badly wanted to be, he kept sucking and skillfully swirling his tongue around the throbbing shaft.

“Fist yourself, but if you stop giving me a world class level blowjob, I’ll take away permission.”

Kirishima whined around the cock stuffed down his throat and obeyed. His massive cock had been soaking his shorts with precum. The slick, clear fluid became his lube as closed his fingers around its thick girth and started furiously pumping himself.

There was no stopping a determined Eijiro. Moans and grunts filled the hallway as he sloppily sucked Bakugo’s cock down his throat with each bob. It throbbed and leaked more precum every time Kiri deliciously choked on it.

Bakugo loved watching his manly boyfriend choke on him. It made him so fucking hard. He growled and fisted hands in red hair again and started face fucking him again.

“Relax your throat, breathe through your nose, good boy.” Bakugo groaned.

Tears streamed down Kirishima’s face and drool dripped off his chin and made a mess of his shirt. God he was ruining his boyfriend.

Delicious.

And yet, the wet slap of Kirishima’s hand stroking his massive cock below him was still present. It melded with the whimpers from Kiri, the smack of Bakugo’s balls, the gurgle of Kiri’s choking, and the growls of Bakugo’s pleasure.

Bakugo slammed his hips into his good boy’s mouth harder, faster. Every ounce of hero strength and stamina poured into chasing the orgasm that would feed Eijiro. Growls ripped their way from Kats’ chest as he felt the pressure building further.

“You’re. Gonna. Swallow. It. All.” Bakugo growled and accentuated each word with thrusts.

Eijiro could only attempt a whine in between choking as Bakugo rammed his length down his throat. His fingers dug into his scalp hard as he growled and slammed in one final time, aching cock emptying rope after rope of cum down Ei’s throat with every throb.

Red eyes crossed and more choking, Kiri struggled to swallow it all, each gulp squeezing and milking Bakugo’s cock further. Blissful pleasure buzzed through him as his thighs shook with the aftershocks.

Kats looked down and saw his sexy boyfriend completely painted white with his own release. They both panted as the intense pleasure dulled to a blanket of contentment.

“Good boy, Ei.”

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A/N: I will probably only ever write MHA and Kiri or Baku and/or KiriBaku content. Content is either char x char or char(s) x reader, specified in listings.

Works will be double/multi-listed under many headings if they fit multiple.

Single name character headings mean that character is the main focus (mainly applicable if it’s x reader).

Oops, I lied, there’s Hawks content too.

Started: 3/5/25 (m/d/yr)

Last Updated: 3/30/25

Total Works: 13

My Hero Academia Fics

Characters are always 18+!

Smut

Katsuki Bakugo

Routine Rescue (NSFW Alpha!Baku x Omega!gn reader omegaverse, krbk crumbs)

Eijiro Kirishima

Club Night (NSFW Top!Lion-Hybrid!Kiri x gn!reader) PENDING

Club Night (NSFW Top!Lion-Hybrid!Kiri x fem!reader) PENDING

KiriBaku

Routine Rescue (NSFW Alpha!Baku x Omega!reader omegaverse, krbk crumbs)

Lunch Date (NSFW Top!Kiri x Bottom!Bakugo, pro-hero boyfriends)

Patrol Break (NSFW Top!Kiri x Bottom!Bakugo, pro-hero boyfriends semi-pt 2 for Lunch Date)

Night Rut (NSFW Soft Dom!Bakugo x Dragon!Kiri, fantasy au)

Cumming Home (NSFW Dom!Bakugo x Sub(ish)!Kirishima, boyfriends)

Magazine (NSFW Kirishima solo, KiriBaku implied)

Magazine Pt 2 (NSFW Top!Kiri x Bottom!Bakugo)

Different (NSFW Top!Kiri x Bottom!Bakugo, angst, pro-hero au)

Precipice (NSFW Soft Dom!Bakugo x Sub!Kiri, couple)

Throne (NSFW Barbarian Prince!Bakugo x Dragon!Kiri, fantasy au)

Club Night (NSFW Top!Lion-Hybrid!Kiri x Bottom!Human!Bakugo)

Hawks

Golden Man (NSFW Top!Hawks x gn!Reader, couple)

Katsuki Bakugo

Eijiro Kirishima

KiriBaku

Pro-hero Boyfriends (Feral Kiri - Non-sequential)

Lunch Date (NSFW Top!Kiri x Bottom!Bakugo, pro-hero boyfriends)

Patrol Break (NSFW Top!Kiri x Bottom!Bakugo, pro-hero boyfriends semi-pt 2 for Lunch Date)

Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima Thoughts (NSFW, KiriBaku)

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Different

NSFW! KiriBaku. Pro-hero Top!Kirishima x Pro-hero Bottom!Bakugo. All characters are 18+, this is time skip era.

Tags/Warnings: Angst, KRBK main pair, mentions bkdk, feels, blowjob, masturbation, kinda stalkery for a sec, rough sex, quirk use, rushed prep, anal, dry orgasm, overstim?, squirting, creampie, and soft aftercare (dom/sub vibes Baku Dom, Kiri Sub), praise. Size difference?

Word Count: 2,756

A/N: There are feels

Kirishima and Bakugo finally confessed their second year. Kirishima had bought flowers and wore a button up, he even ditched the crocs for a night! 

He’d gone to Bakugo’s room to study and shoved the flowers in the blonde’s face and said, “I love you! Being honest is manly and, I haven’t been honest with myself or you. I want to be more than your friend.”

Bakugo had stared at the damn flowers and then looked up at the blushing Eijiro. He shoved the flowers away and said, “‘Bout time, dumbass.” And kissed him.

They lasted until their second term 3rd year. Bakugo was still too closed off, he shut Eijiro out too much. And no matter how hard the red head tried to break down his walls, they stayed resolute.

Anytime Bakugo had an issue he went to Izuku, any sort of feelings talks, Izuku. Kirishima respected and understood needing people outside a romantic relationship and having close bonds. But the fact that Kats never opened up to him?

He just couldn’t take it anymore. The blonde always tried to use sex as a buffer, bringing things up while Kiri was inside him. It made him bristle, made things feel less genuine.

And so, Kirishima broke his own heart and broke up with Bakugo after the umpteenth time asking him just to open up a little. Just let him in. Bare his soul a slight bit.

Things got weird in class 3A after they broke up. Kirishima got Sero, Denki, and Mina and Bakugo left the BakuSquad, joining the Deku Squad. Izuku confessed to Bakugo right before graduation and Eijiro was happy Fatgum’s agency moved to a different city than UA.

Denki and Sero kept him apprised, but Kiri mostly dove head-first into being the best hero he could. He’d done everything he could to try and get Kats to open up. He had fully bared his heart and soul to the other man.

Bakugo and Izuku didn’t even last the summer. According to what Denki said, they were okay friends, but completely sexually incompatible, and Bakugo just couldn’t love Izuku the way he loved him.

Eijiro didn’t reach out. Neither did Katsuki. As Dynamight debuted as the #4 pro-hero on Japan’s charts, he would often team up with long time pros. Like with Fatgum’s agency, and his sidekicks Suneater and Red Riot.

Kirishima was always kind and respectful, but Bakugo was Bakugo. He was aggressive and brash, all of the softness Eijiro had spent years uncovering was gone. He was just another extra now.

But he never refused a mission with Bakugo. He was an amazing hero, and he loved working alongside him again. They were always perfectly in sync and could communicate with a glance. Picking up like no time had passed at all.

Years flew by and they became acquaintances again. They weren’t close, Eijiro doubted they ever would be, but he was happy that they could hang out if they were both at a work event or a class 1A event.

Kirishima had never quite, moved on. He and Tetsu kept a decent friends with benefits situation to let off steam, but he’d never considered dating again. His heart was still in the possession of an angry blonde with crimson eyes.

Bakugo kept climbing the charts. When Hawks’ revised hero rank scoring, Bakugo’s crappy attitude mattered much less. His efficiency and stellar hero numbers rocketed him to the top.

By the time they were 25, he’d mostly bought Deku’s suit solo, opened his own agency, and had just bought a new fancy car. Oh, and he was the #1 hero in all of Japan.

Bakugo sat alone in his penthouse apartment. It was modern, minimalist with sharp lines, cool neutrals, and plenty of black. Expensive, masculine, and…empty.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Bakugo’s head tilted back against the back of the couch, and he swirled his drink. He’d reached his goals. Deku was able to be a hero again, he had this apartment, his fancy new car, he was #1, and he was rich. So why did it all feel so…empty?

“Dynamight?” asked a sufficiently cute man from where he sat between his man spread thighs.

“Hah?” Bakugo chuffed, looking down his nose at him where he sat on the rug.

“You seem distracted. Do you still want me to do this?” the guy gestured to where his hand was wrapped around Bakugo’s cock.

“Yeah, suck me off, I had a shit patrol. Need some stress relief. You can do that for the best hero in all Japan, right?” His voice was cocky and arrogant.

The guy’s dark eyes lit up and he nodded excitedly. He was some hero groupie Bakugo had picked up on the way home. As he started sucking him, he closed his eyes and let his mind wander.

What had the extra interrupted? Oh, yeah, he’d been feeling…empty since reaching his goals. He tried to reflect on what else he could possibly want out of life. Sex? No, that was easy, he was hot as fuck and being a top hero he had plenty of extras rabid to even lick his boots.

But even that…left him empty. He’d fuck or get sucked, get off and then have the extra leave. It didn’t matter. It was like eating dinner or brushing his damn teeth.

He asked himself again. What more could he want from life now that he had it all? Vermillion flashed behind his lids, and he sat up, eyes flying open with a groan. 

His chest was heaving as he looked down and realized he’d finished in the guy’s mouth just as that hair…those eyes…flashed in his mind.

“Thanks,” he grunted, getting up to go shower. “Need an autograph or anything or is swallowing for me memory enough?”

The guy looked absolutely star struck and giddy. It pissed Bakugo off. That giddy smile belonged on only one face, one with sharp teeth and a tiny scar on his right eye.

“No, I’m good! I’m guessing this was a one-time thing?”

“Yup. You can see yourself out.”

With that, Bakugo went to shower. As he washed himself, he found himself thinking of strong hands on his body. Strong hands that wrapped around his slim waist and fingers that overlapped.

Sharp teeth that left scars that still faintly dotted his skin. Lips so full and plush they bruised his own and left them swollen. And…a cock so big he never didn’t see stars when it was inside him.

It had been 8 years, and he could still feel his touch, his warm breath on his skin, and hear the way his deep voice climbed when the bigger man fell into whines.

The memories rewarded him with an aching cock. He groaned and proceeded to furiously fuck his fist while moaning Kiri’s name. The hot water rained down around him and he stroked faster and faster, remembering their team up from the yesterday, and the way Red’s abs rippled and how his smile gleamed.

Bakugo’s eyes rolled back, his balls drew up, and his cock pulsed, decorating his shower wall with thick white ropes while he came hard. Kirishima’s name was one his lips as he cried out. He sagged to the floor and panted, dizzy. He had always come so god damn hard when he thought of Red.

It wasn’t often. Usually within a week of a team up. Now that Red Riot had struck out on his own, the team ups were more frequent since he wasn’t as used to working solo. And he and Dynamight worked so well together.

Post nut clarity gave him the answer he was seeking: Eijiro Kirishima. That’s what he wanted now that he had everything.

He had had gotten better at letting people in. IcyHot and co had done wonders on getting him to let them in. Cheeks and Deku had given him more than one lecture about how only opening up to one person wasn’t healthy, blah blah blah.

But, he actually considered the Deku Squad his friends…now. It took him a long time to do it but he did. Now, he even opened up to Cheeks of all people more than he let Ei in back then.

Bakugo got out of the shower and put on sweats and a black muscle tee. He knew Ei was on patrol still. He grabbed a hoodie and blasted off from his penthouse balcony.

Kirishima walked into his apartment after a long and boring night patrol. It was nearly 2 am and he was beat. He hung his costume case up next to the door and shucked his boots off in the genkan. He was thankful he showered at the agency, now he could just go and flop in bed and pass out.

Walking past the living room the hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he paused, looking into the shadows. He squinted but couldn’t really —

Warm, amber yellow light flooded the room and sitting in his reading chair was Katsuki Bakugo, a tentative smirk on his face.

“Bakugo?!” Kirishima near shouted.

“Hey, Red.”

“How’d you get into my apartment?!”

“Your balcony door was unlocked. Let myself in.”

“W-what?! Why?” the bigger man’s face was starting to turn the color of his hair as he got more and more flustered.

Bakugo stood and confidently closed the distance between them in two eager strides. Ruby eyes met vermillion and held for a moment, the room was silent, breaths were being held.

And then the blonde wrapped his arms around the bigger man’s waist and…hugged him tight.

“I’m sorry I was an idiot in high school. I should have let you in. I was scared. I’m not scared anymore,” Bakugo said into Kirishima’s warm chest.

The big red head stood there, stunned, as his ex-boyfriend said the words he’d dreamed of hearing since the breakup, but had given up hope of hearing 3 years ago. He pinched himself to check, nope, not dreaming, and then grabbed Bakugo by his waist and pulled him up and in tight for a hug.

“You’re serious?” Kirishima asked, trembling.

“I have everything I’ve ever wanted, Red. I’m number 1, I have the best apartment in the city, I’ve got my fancy car, and I still have more money than I know what to do with. I have everything, except for you.” The last sentence dragged its way out of his throat hoarsely, uncertain.

“E-except me,” Kirishima stuttered out his repetition.

“Except you, big guy.”

Bakugo pulled back enough to hold Kirishima’s face in his hands, pouring all the love he’d held for him over the years into the way his eyes softened and the rub of his thumb on his jaw.

“I just want to treat you the way I should have when we were in high school. I’m different now, I’ve changed, but I never stopped loving you,” he murmured, leaning in close.

The warmth of his words ghosted over Kirishima’s lips they were so close. His heart thundered in his chest and his body trembled, but his arms were firm and steady as he held his whole world up to his face.

“I really wanna kiss you, Kats,” Kirishima breathed out.

“I want that, too.”

He’d barely finished the sentence before Kirishima had slammed him against the wall behind them and smashed his full lips against Kats’. He hiked the blonde up his torso, locking his legs around his waist and guiding his arms around his neck, while big hands supported ass and thighs.

They both moaned into the kiss as they chased each other’s lips and tongue like a ballet of fox and hound. Starving for each other they each tried to devour the other, teeth gnashing and biting lower lips. Through the frenzy a waltz emerged as their tongues slid together between them.

“Fuck, you taste delicious. I missed your taste, Ei. Used to sit there in briefings and stare at your lips and wonder if you’d taste the same,” Bakugo moaned between aggressive, fervent kisses. “Always had to go jerk off before we’d go on missions, so I wasn’t hard the entire time.”

Hot breath washed over Kirishima’s ear, “Didn’t work well, I always got hard seeing you in your costume. Those hard abs and those gods damn cum gutters you’ve got for hips.”

Anddd with that, the little shred of self restraint Kirishima had been holding onto snapped as his cock went from thinking about it to steel instantly. He let out a low growl as hardening overtook his arms and face. Hardened claws sliced through clothing, leaving Kats adorned in ribbons.

Kirishima’s jeans got the same treatment, freeing his massive cock and rutting it against Bakugo’s newly exposed hole. The red head looked at Kats and saw…not fear, but mirrored desire as this feral side surged forward.

Forcing his quirk to recede off his face and right hand, Kirishima drooled all over his fingers and rubbed at Bakugo’s hole. His blonde let out a slutty moan and sagged, sinking that quivering entrance to push down on his fingers.

Two parted the tight ring and delved into hell hot, heaven velvet-soft walls. Once Bakugo’s rim stopped spasming around his fingers he pushed a third in, peppering kisses on the blonde’s jaw when he hissed at the stretch. He was worried it was too fast when Bakugo growled:

“Hurry up and stick it in, Ei. I’ve needed your cock everyday for the last eight years, I’ll endure a little pain.”

Kirishima’s chest was heaving as he panted with desire, his legs and left arm still hardened. Bakugo’s cock was pouring precum down onto Ei’s monster below it. It was red and throbbing, looking like it was going to explode any moment.

“You’re gonna cum the second I’m balls deep, aren’t you?” Kirishima growled out.

“F-fuck Ei you can’t just say —“

Pulling his fingers out and slamming the monster to the base shut him up. Bakugo screamed at the top of his lungs, arching into Kirishima when his thick cock dragged across that sensitive spot, with eyes rolled back as he came hard but dry due to his two previous orgasms of the night.

Kirishima gripped that slutty little waist through the ribbons of his shirt and kept him pressed to the wall as he fucked all the love, anger, hurt, and unspoken words of 8 years apart into his spasming, tight walls. Bakugo was crying out with each thrust.

The way his insides were clenching and fluttering with pleasure milked Kirishima’s orgasm from him faster than he wanted, despite his brutal pace that was cracking the drywall behind Kats. He growled again and bit Bakugo’s earlobe.

“Can’t pull out, gonna cum inside.”

“Ngh, yeah, fill me Red!” Bakugo slurred out, barely able to form words.

One last powerful thrust drove him home, his ball smacking Bakugo’s ass as he growled in pleasure. His massive cock twitched and pulsed so strongly Bakugo could feel everything, and clear liquid erupted from him as his ass clamped down on Kirishima’s cock, squirting his final orgasm.

“So fucking hot!” Kirishima snarled as he finally emptied inside his lover, flooding him with thick, white cum.

10 minutes later they were sprawled together in Kirishima’s big bed, completely boneless and barely able to think. Kirishima had fucked them both that stupid. The red head’s face was snuggled into Bakugo’s pecs with the softest bliss dusting his beautiful features. The big guy was gone.

Bakugo ran his fingers through soft crimson locks as he purred gentle, soft words. “Good boy, Ei. Bet that felt real good, huh? Did you fuck us stupid, good boy? Yeah, you’re such a good fucking boy.”

The praise garnered him whimpers and further nuzzling into his bare pecs. “I’m a good boy,” Kirishima whimpered under his breath to himself.

“Yeah you are,” Bakugo purred, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “And I’m gonna spend the rest of our lives showing you how good you are, making up for lost time, and treating you how I should have the first time round. I love you, Red.”

Kirishima whimpered again and looked back up at him, poor thing barely able to make two brain cells fire, but he did manage out, “I love you too, Kats.”

Bakugo hummed softly and laid back, murmuring praises to his boyfriend and running his fingers through his hair before they both drifted into the best night’s sleep they had gotten in eight years.

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Magazine Pt 2

NSFW! KiriBaku. Pro-hero DomTop!Kirishima x Pro-hero SubBottom!Bakugo. All characters are 18+, this is time skip era.

Tags/Warnings: Friends with benefits?, fucking a magazine, feral Kiri, making out, blood, biting, spit as lube, implied size kink, begging, unprotected sex, creampie, furniture destruction

Prev Part: Here!

Word Count: 1,744

Kirishima’s eyes flew open and his best friend stood in the doorway, arms crossed and a smirk on his sexy face. Heat rose on his cheeks and he stuttered around his shirt.

“Tch, don’t start. Was hot watching you fuck the magazine like the himbo you are. Call me later when you’re done bein’ mortified, ‘kay?”

With that, Katsuki left Kirishima blushing and covered in the evidence of his orgasm. He heard the heavy footfalls of Kats’ boots walking away. His cock sprang back to life inside the magazine that was still wrapped around it.

“Wait!” It was muffled by his shirt, it got caught in his teeth. “Kats wait I’m done being mortified now, pleaseee!”

The footsteps stopped. Kirishima’s heart thundered in his chest as he waited for them to start again and come towards him.

Please come back, please come back, the red head thought. His cock twitched inside the roll of Katsuki’s picture wrapped around his cock, it eagerly agreed.

There was a low chuckle in his hallway and finally those heavy boot-falls thudded closer to his bedroom again. The stunningly sexy blonde that Kirishima called his best friend stood in the doorway again. The smirk on his lips was extra cocky.

Kiri’s breathing was heavy around the cotton stuck between his sharp teeth. His ruby eyes met amused, smug vermillion ones.

“K-kats? A f-fake magazine? As a prank?” The bigger man stuttered out sounding shy and unsure.

“No, Shitty Hair. Not as a prank. I just told Dunce Face and Tape Arms that, so they’d plant it for me.” He sighed. “Look, we both know I suck at these shitty feelings and I didn’t know what else to —“

Kirishima surged forward and slammed his swollen lips into those perfect, dusty pink ones. Katsuki stiffened but as Ei’s strong arms and big hands encircled his slutty, trim waist, he melted into the bigger man’s touch.

Hot, hungry, open-mouthed kisses swarmed over Bakugo’s lips. He chased Kirishima’s lips, matching kiss for kiss, sucking in each hot breath that panted into his mouth. Wetness laved over his bottom lip as Kirishima’s tongue slid against his own.

“God,” the red head growled, “making a whole fucking magazine? Making an entire line of fake lingerie, paying male models, and then posing naked yourself for that money shot yourself?”

There was another low growl as those large hands grappled Kats roughly and threw him on the bed like he was weightless.

“That’s so fucking like you, Kats. Not saying anything and going over the top with weird gestures.” Kirishima was panting, his voice so thick and deep with desire it rumbled out like a growl.

He reached between them and peeled the magazine off his aching, throbbing cock. Cooling globs of thick cum adorned its huge shaft. Kirishima unrolled the magazine and showed Bakugo the centerfold of himself on that leather couch.

The blonde’s heart raced in his chest as he saw his image covered in an arousing amount of cum. Thick, white, like a gourmet accoutrement to a stunning entrée. Fuck, the big guy came a lot.

“I was just using my hand until I got to this picture,” he started explaining, “but when I got to this, I just lost it. I needed you wrapped around my cock, your tight little ass. So, I did the next best thing and used the damn magazine.”

At that Katsuki was speechless, his own cock jumping in his sweats at the revelation. He’d of course watched the sexy himbo fucking into the roll of glossy paper like it was the best ass he’d ever felt. But hearing what led him to that was a whole other turn on.

Paper fluttered in the distance before that strong, broad chest was pushing against Bakugo’s. Those big hands caged in his face. Bitten, red lips crashed into his again.

They fought to devour each other, open mouthed kisses and tongues dancing together. Katsuki didn’t even notice as those strong hands, strong hands that had saved him time and time again, made his clothes disappear. He opened his eyes and carmine eyes dragged across the aroused face of his best friend.

The face of the man he’d loved since high school.

Kirishima’s brain had short circuited, like Denki’s when he overused his quirk, but instead of going dumb he’d fallen into those animalistic instincts he often hid from his friends. The ones that went right along with his sharp, shark teeth.

And his brain was screaming at him to fuck Bakugo so hard into his mattress that the solid wood bed frame broke. Who was Kirishima to protest? His cock was rock hard, aching, and weeping precum. And his best friend looked so dazed and cock hungry.

But Bakugo didn’t look like his. Sharp teeth sunk deep into the thick muscle of Bakugo’s shoulder, blood blooming coppery in his mouth. The surprised gasp that settled into a whine only served to spur him on. Kiri kissed down to those full pecs and sunk his teeth in again.

First around the nipple of his left pec then around the nipple of his right. Lapping the blood led to more salty, coppery deliciousness. Soft lips waltzed down to the hard planes of the blonde’s abs. Teeth sunk deep right under his ribs into the muscle there.

By the time he reached Kats’ Adonis’ belt, blood was dripping from the various bites all up his body, pooling in the deep ravines of his hips. Kirishima’s hot, thick tongue lapped up the blonde’s life essence. Bakugo was quivering above him, panting, slipping quickly.

“Kats?” Kirishima growled, “Do you know the color system?” The blonde hazily nodded. “Can you give me a color, baby?”

Katsuki had to suck in a few shuddered breaths to get enough air to say, “Green. So green.”

“Fuckin’ perfect, baby,” Kirishima cooed.

Teeth flew over that perfectly pale skin again and two more deep, bloody bites highlighted the peaks of his hip bones. Kirishima’s cock throbbed again, once again reminding him that it was hard and there was a perfect ass begging to be filled available.

Drooling as he looked at his best friend covered in his marks, he slathered his fingers in the liquid and gently pressed his fingertip to that puckered ring. Kats gasped and arched against the finger. Kirishima cooed gently as he slowly worked the thick digit into him.

Once it was sunk in to the knuckle, Kirishima waited as that ring quivered around him. When it finally stilled, he worked a second finger in, then a third, as he slowly scissored them apart and opened him further the blonde whined.

“Hurry, Ei, I need it. I need you, so bad. Please.” Kats never begged, let alone in such a slutty, shameless whine.

“I got you, baby, I got you. But do you see how big this is?” His big hand wrapped around the base of his thick cock and slapped it against Bakugo’s thigh. “If I don’t prep you, it’ll hurt. And that wouldn’t be manly of me.”

Bakugo surfaced enough to finally focus on how big Kirishima’s cock was. He hissed in a gasp and shuddered it back out shakily, “That won’t fit, there’s no way. It’s too big.”

Kirishima growled as his cock spurted another flood of precum out. A shiver ran through him hearing Bakugo talk about how /big/ he was, how he didn’t think it would fit. A thrill ran through him, and he leaned in, sharp teeth glinting as he grinned.

“Yeah? Don’t worry baby, I’ll make it fit. Every inch of it.”

Ten minutes later of skilled tongue and fingering, Bakugo was practically sobbing as he begged for Kirishima’s cock. “Please, Ei, please! Just fuck me already! I need your cock. Please I feel so empty. I need you to fill me. Please, please!”

Kirishima growled softly and kissed away the tears, “You beg so pretty for me, baby. Need my thick cock to fill you up? Reach all those places that no one’s ever hoped to reach inside you? Yeah?”

“Yes, yes, Ei, I need it so so bad. I feel like I can’t breathe I need your cock so bad!” The blonde begged, his carmine eyes so wide and in need.

When the thick head of Kirishima’s cock pressed against his empty hole he shuddered and pressed his hips downwards to pop the head in. It wrenched a moan out from both of them.

“Fuck I can’t,” Kirishima growled. His hips slammed forward and he sunk his entire massive cock in, all the way to the base.

He wasted no time in setting a brutal pace, pressing Bakugo’s thighs back against his chest to devour his lips once again. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against Bakugo’s cheeks filled the bedroom along with their grunts and moans.

Kirishima’s bed frame creaked under the assault that the pro-hero was leading on it. Bakugo’s eyes were rolled back as he moaned under the intense fucking he was getting. His back sunk into the mattress as the bigger man pressed him down and thrust aggressively into him.

Each glide of that magnificent cock pressed perfectly into that special spot inside Bakugo. He was in such a state of bliss. “Green,” he gasped out, “so so fuckin’ green, Ei. You feel so much better than my toys.”

“Of course I do,” Kirishima growled in response, slamming in with a particularly hard thrust that made the bed shudder again. “You were made to take my cock, Kats. ‘Cause you’re perfect for me, my perfect fuckin’ baby.”

With a whine, the pressure that had building in Bakugo’s stomach crescendoed to a peak and he came with a scream, adorning his abs, chest, and the bottom of his jaw with cum. Watching the blonde beautifully fall apart beneath him made Kirishima’s last shred of control.

Hardened claws dug into the firm muscle of Bakugo’s thighs as he absolutely pummeled the blonde into the bed. He was close behind. A pressure building at a fever pitch until came with a shuddered growl, filling Bakugo up with his hot second release. It was with one final slam.

That final slam resulted in a large crack and the bed gave way beneath them, making Kirishima fall down onto Bakugo as the mattress fell to the floor.

The men laughed and kissed. Kirishima cupped Bakugo’s face lovingly and said, “I think I need a subscription to that magazine.”

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Patrol Break

NSFW! KiriBaku. Pro-hero Top!Kirishima x Pro-hero Bottom!Bakugo. All characters are 18+, this is time skip era.

Tags/Warnings: Established relationship, public sex, rough but also gentle slightly feral Kiri, eating ass, saliva as lube, fingering, swearing, unprotected sex, biting, anal sex, creampie, exhibitionism if you squint? Think that's all! If I missed any Imk and I'll update!

Prev Part: Lunch Break

Word Count: 1,436

A/N: I couldn’t get feral Kiri out of my head

They thought after 6 months Kirishima’s “feral flares” (as Bakugo had dubbed them) would be fewer and further between. Especially since the pros lived together now. Right?

Wrong.

That’s why at 1am on a random fucking Tuesday Bakugo’s pants were around his ankles — damn Shitty Hair kept ripping them, they weren’t that expensive but buying 3 pairs at minimum per week was getting to be too fuckin much even on the  #4’s salary.

Anyway. Kiri’s feral desire for his boyfriend was why Kats was pants around his ankles, shoved face and chest first against a brick wall, with Ei’s large hands spreading his cheeks and the red head’s dumb, sexy face shoved between them.

Bakugo was biting down on his glove to try and stay quiet. His forehead rested against his gauntlet instead of the rough brick. Eijiro on the other hand was making no such efforts to hide the noises he was making.

Just like the red head’s table manners, the big himbo was a gods damn messy eater. As his hot tongue laved over Bakugo’s tight hole, drool dripped from his chin and ran down Bakugo’s thighs.

The blonde was so wet his hole could have been mistaken for a sopping, dripping pussy. Every lick of that hot, sloppy tongue made Kats bite down and yielded a not so quiet groan from Ei.

Kirishima would die happy if this was his last god damn meal. No. If he got a last meal, Kats’ ass would be it. He dove in further to show his boyfriend just how much he loved his meal.

Bakugo was already barreling down on an orgasm that would make his knees weak and the rest of their patrol miserable for his jello legs. His stiff cock throbbed and bounced with need at each of his rapid heartbeats. That pretty cock was leaking pre-cum all over the ground.

Showing Kats meant Ei switched from circling the rim with the tip of his tongue and licking over it completely with the flat of it, to pressing that firm muscle right in the center of the pucker and shoving into the depths of his boyfriend’s sweet ass.

That ripped a guttural moan from Bakugo’s throat he couldn’t stifle. Red’s long, thick tongue - because of fuckin course everything about the red head was big - disappeared into his velvety, hot depths. 

After pressing the flexible muscle as deep as it would go, he paused to let his boyfriend’s rim quiver around the thickest part. The musky tight ring squeezed and fluttered around it in a slutty, decadent manner. Eijiro growled and the vibrations went straight to Bakugo’s aching cock.

As Bakugo panted and tried to calm himself, no fuckin’ way was he going to cum just from Ei’s tongue in his ass, Kirishima seemed to read his mind and retaliated. The eager himbo started brutally tongue fucking and devouring his hole. Again, it was one of his favorite meals.

Just because his top three meals happened to be Bakugo’s ass, his cock, and his lips all tied for first didn’t make it any less valid.

The sensation of Eijiro’s thick, hot, wet tongue fucking in and out of him made Bakugo hiss out a string of filthy curses and moan Kirishima’s name. His balls drew up taught and he bit down hard into his glove as he groaned. 

An orgasm so intense it made his knees quake, his eyes roll back, and for spots to dance in his vision ripped through Bakugo. A low, muffled groan as the only sound Ei was rewarded with. Bakugo’s thick, white cum pulsed onto the brick wall in front of him.

The tongue’s assault didn’t falter for a second and rode the waves with him. Eijiro’s own cock jumped, begging for stimulation as his boyfriend’s hole and walls clenched and fluttered around his tongue, clamping down with his release. The blonde started to sag but big, strong hands on his hips held him up.

A man starved, Kiri kept tongue fucking and eating his boyfriend’s ass in a frenzy. Kats’ knees trembled. His knees threatened to give under the assault of unending pleasure his boyfriend was bringing down on him.

“Ei, have mercy.” His voice was an octave deeper and gravely from straining against his own sounds.

Eijiro was a pro hero. Of course he had mercy for his lover. He slowed his tongue gradually, tapering it down to slow licks inside his smooth walls. When Bakugo’s knees stopped quaking as hard, he slowly withdrew his tongue and stood.

Left hand on Bakugo’s hip to keep the blonde from collapsing, his right worked to undo his belt and pull his rock-hard cock from the constricting prison of his costume. Ei hissed as the cool night air hit his molten cock.

With sufficient drool covering his fingers, Kiri pushes two of them against Kats’ halfway prepped hole. When two slide in without resistance he pushes a third inside. A wicked grin spread on his lips as Bakugo arched beautifully at a stroke of that inner bump.

He pressed his fourth finger against that pretty hole, impatient but knowing he can’t fuck his boyfriend brainless unprepped when they had to finish patrol when he’s done ravaging him. Bakugo gasped into his glove at the slight burn.

Kiri gently rubbed the pads of his fingers against that magic spot inside Kats without thrusting. He let his boyfriend relax around him before giving him a few good pumps with all four fingers and then slowly scissoring him to stretch him the rest of the way.

When his manly boyfriend sighed out and finally relaxed, Eijiro drooled into his hand further and gave his aching monster a few pumps to get properly slick. He growled a little and bit his lower lip between sharp teeth.

Thick mushroom tip pressed to that achingly empty hole, Eijiro leaned forward and breathed into his lover’s ear: “I’m gonna fuck you just brainless enough you’re stupid, but not so sore we can’t finish patrol. ‘Kay?”

The shudder and slutty whimper that escaped Bakugo’s throat despite his best efforts made his hips jerk forward, popping the tip in. They both moaned and the blonde’s head fell back against Kiri’s strong and broad chest.

Inch after inch slowly disappeared into heavenly tight, wet warmth. Once he was fully sheathed, Eijiro bent to kiss and nip at the sensitive skin of Bakugo’s neck. After a few seconds of adjustment time, he slowly pulled back until the head caught inside.

With a surge of strength, he slammed his cock back in balls deep and sunk his sharp teeth into Bakugo’s shoulder, piercing the fabric and his skin. Kats cried out his name and his eyes rolled back. His teeth still dug in, he started pounding into Bakugo.

His feral grunts and growls were muffled by his boyfriend’s shoulder and he reached up to shove two of the fingers that had just been deep in Bakugo’s ass into his mouth. Kiri pressed his tongue down, making him taste the musk of his own ass, and muffled the loud moans coming from his throat.

The brutal pace and having eaten Kats out for so long had Eijiro close to busting. Kats whined as his cock, which had sprung back to life while Ei fingered him, throbbed and threatened to explode again. Each of Ei’s brutal thrusts dragged that amazing cock along his prostate.

Growls rumbled around Bakugo’s shoulder and he bit down harder as his release coiled hotly in his stomach. The blonde arched and whined around thick fingers, his own orgasm chasing his boyfriends. At that sweet sound Eijiro gave every ounce of his strength to wrenching pleasure from Kats’ ass.

He chased their orgasms fervently and growled louder. Close, so close his cock throbbed inside. Bakugo screamed out as he came hard. His walls clamped down and shuddered around Eijiro’s cock which sent the red head over.

Slamming home again his cock emptied deep inside, flooding his boyfriend’s guts with hot cum. At the same time Bakugo’s pretty cock twitched and pulsed cutely with his second orgasm, his balls drained.

After catching their breath and cleaning up best they could, the two heroes re-suited and resumed their patrol as if Kiri hadn’t just rearranged Bakugo’s guts and left him stupid. Ejiro was beaming with a wide grin and a pep in his step while Bakugo walked next to him. 

The blonde’s usual scowl present, but his shoulders were less slumped. Red eyes flicked to the sturdy hero and a smile teased at his lips. God, he loved his himbo.

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Night Rut

NSFW! KiriBaku. Dragon!Kirishima x Human!Bakugo. Fantasy AU. All characters are 18+.

Tags/Warnings: dragon dick, huge dragon dick, rut, handjob, kind of soft dom Baku?, light praise, encouragement, lots of cum, wings, quickie

Word Count: ~675

A/N: Softer smut vs straight porn. Fantasy is my fav AU!

Traveling across the lands with a red dragon for a companion sounds like it would be badass, right? Right?

Tch. Yeah, maybe, if that dragon wasn’t Shitty Scales.

Eijiro Kirishima was a loyal dragon, exceedingly so. But that wasn’t what annoyed the prickly, blonde barbarian prince. No, what got on his nerves was the fact that his travel companion was more like a golden retriever than a dragon.

The shitty lizard needed mountains of food constantly and was always so gods damn happy all the time.

That’s why, when Bakugo was woken from sleep one night to his dragon growling and whimpering on his bedroll, he sat up quickly. Eijiro’s handsome face was twisted up in torment and he lay on his stomach on his bedroll….rocking his hips?…

Oh. It was that time of year again.

“Shitty Scales.” His voice was gruff and deep with sleep.

The dragon froze and his vermillion eyes darted to his companion. “Y-yeah?”

“Rut?”

“U-um…” He sighed. “Yeah.”

“Get over here then.”

His dragon scrambled from his own bed roll to the prince’s and crashed into him so hard Bakugo’s breath joined the atmosphere. Sharp teeth grazed across neck skin and smooth horns bumped jaw as the dragon buried his face in Bakugo’s neck and inhaled.

The prince’s usually aggressive attitude was nowhere to be seen as he ran his hands over Eijiro’s quivering wings, the scales smooth and un-keeled. The wings flapped under his touch as Eijiro shivered and gasped. His nose was still pressed against Bakugo’s pulse point, his breath near scorching hot.

“I’ve got you, you’re a good boy, Ei.” Kats purred as he started to unravel his dragon. 

In a matter of moments their clothes had been discarded onto Kirishima’s bedroll and the dragon was nestled between his prince’s thick thighs. Big, clawed hands were exceedingly delicate as they wrapped around muscled slim waist.

Between them Ei’s dick throbbed and bounced, precum flowing from the tip and hotly pooling on Kats’ solar plexus. The massive thing spanned from the base of Bakugo’s own cock all the way up his abs to rest between his pecs.

 He once again wondered how the fuck Eijiro walked around with this thing in his pants. Gods damned it was huge. Katsuki knew it was because Ei was a dragon and that part of his anatomy was the most dragon of all when he was in rut and human form.

It was somewhere between a mauve purple and a dusky red getting lighter as you traveled to the base. The head about as thick as Bakugo’s palm, the entire front of the length was ribbed with rounded off triangular scales, the exact same soft skin as the rest of the cock.

Eijiro whined again from above him, drooling, panting, and practically vibrating with need. It was molten hot as Bakugo wrapped both hands around its girth and started stroking over that ribbed texture. Ei’s head threw back beautifully as he growled his pleasure.

Katsuki’s own cock was throbbing and pinned underneath Eijiro’s. His heart raced in time with the throbs and he started grinding his hips up in sync with the strokes he made along Ei. Moans rumbled between them as the blonde pleasured them.

The dragon’s massive cock jumped and dropped more hot precum as he growled louder. “K-kats!”

“S’kay, Ei. Let go for me. Let go let go let go.”

The dragon’s back arched and his wings unfurled with a monstrous roar. Bakugo barely managed to put his palm in front of the head before his chest was flooded with an ocean of scorching, thick, white dragon cum, saving his face from being splattered.

Bakugo’s own release throbbed under the dragon’s cock and he moaned loudly along with him. Together their cocks released their orgasms on Bakugo’s torso.

The blonde panted and looked up at the dragon, whose ruby eyes stared back, pupils blown wide. Ei’s chest heaved and his cock showed no signs of going down.

Bakugo groaned, “This is gonna be a long few days.”

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Lunch Date

NSFW! KiriBaku. Pro-hero Top!Kirishima x Pro-hero Bottom!Bakugo. All characters are 18+, this is time skip era.

Tags/Warnings: Established relationship, workplace sex, rough/slightly feral Kiri, not quite enough prep, saliva as lube, coaxing/light praise, swearing, overstimulation, squirting, unprotected sex, anal sex, creampie, accidental quirk use, furniture destruction THAT IS MAHOGANY!, exhibitionism if you squint?

Word Count: 1,544

A/N: hehe, proud of this, GIF is not representative of story

After finally fucking confessing their feelings to each other and coupling up, Kirishima and Bakugo became absolute menaces to the poor staff of Dynamight’s agency.

Why?

Because the 25-year-olds fucked like teenaged rabbits. Nearly an entire decade’s worth of pent-up sexual tension had finally broken the flood gates and everyone was getting swept up in the deluge.

When Red Riot went solo and left Fatgum’s agency, it only got worse.

Kirishima smashed his lips against his boyfriend’s perfectly full ones, big hands on his tiny waist shoving him back against the sturdy wooden desk in Dynamight’s office. Bakugo grunted against the kiss, but Kirishima didn’t care. Kats could handle it.

Riot hauled Bakugo’s perfectly firm ass onto the workspace, sending office supplies and reports flying. The blonde started to growl a protest at the mess when Kirishima’s sharp teeth captured Kat’s plump lower lip between them and sucked. The growl was replaced with a delicious moan from his boyfriend’s throat.

The hulking, huge Eijiro fit himself perfectly between Katsuki’s strong thighs. His labored breathing warmed Katsuki’s face and neck. The red head had caged him in on his desk between two thick arms.

Katsuki’s heart thundered in his chest as his lungs heaved to provide oxygen to a blood supply that had concentrated in one area in particular, leaving the rest of him dizzy. With each beat of his heart Kats’ cock throbbed in his pants, weeping precum and begging to be touched.

They were supposed to be having lunch. A damn fucking normal disgustingly cutesy lunch date! But no, his delicious himbo had strode into the office, ate up the distance between them in a handful of strides, and pressed his monster of a bulge against Kats’ abs while growling, “I need you.”

And there they were. Kirishima pressing that massive hard on into his hip while he pinned Katsuki down on his very expensive solid wood desk and yanked his metal mask off.

“There,” the red head growled, tossing the useless metal across the room. He fully leaned in and devoured Bakugo’s lips now that he wasn’t worried about hurting him with the damn costume. His hips ground and rocked against his boyfriend’s firm body. 

Bakugo just held on for dear god damn life and tried to not be swallowed alive. His lips and tongue were a frenzy as they met Ei’s kiss for kiss, swirl for swirl. Heat flared all across his body as lost himself in his boyfriend, his cock so achingly hard he might rival Kirishima’s damn quirk.

“Red,” Bakugo moaned against his lips since it was clear he wasn’t coming up for air anytime soon. “Need you too.”

Kirishima growled and in seconds his pants were undone and the monster they had been restraining throbbed against his bare abs. It was angry red and leaking clear precum all over Bakugo’s hip and pelvis. The blonde’s tongue darted along his bottom lip, thirsty. 

Hardened hands clacked together beneath Bakugo’s thighs, and he looked down just in time for his boyfriend’s sharp claws to shred his pants, exposing Bakugo’s equally aching cock and his quivering hole that begged to be filled.

Eijiro’s breathing was heavy and came in rough pants. Like an animal in rut. His pupils were blown wide and Bakugo could only see the faintest hint of the red iris. Red eyes met red eyes and held contact as Kirishima shoved two fingers into Bakugo’s mouth, pressing his tongue down and reaching them to the back of his throat.

Practiced and expertly, his hot tongue swirled around Eijiro’s thick fingers as he sucked, gagged, choked, and drooled on them beautifully. Ei fucked his fingers down his man’s throat a few times before withdrawing them. His fingers weren’t without warmth for long, as he pressed them to Bakugo’s tight ring.

A strangled groan ripped from the depths of Bakugo’s throat as his ass gave way and let Kirishima’s huge fingers sink into him. Right away, those long, thick fingers made their way to the front and stroked across the swollen spot inside that made Bakugo’s eyes roll back and his cock throb, threatening to explode.

“So fuckin’ beautiful for me,” Eijiro groans. He drools all over his left hand, good thing he already was over the scene in front of him, and stroked his monster a few pumps. Katsuki was flushed from tits to temples, his pale skin dusting a delicious rouge at his arousal. His full bottom lip was trapped between desperate teeth and those piercing ruby eyes were still rolled back in pleasure.

Fuck. Yes. Katsuki Bakugo was a beautiful sight to behold. Kirishima’s cock jumped in agreement and spilled more slick precum into his hand, which just became lube. Those thick fingers were still going, ripping the most siren’s call keening noise from his boyfriend.

Dragging his eyes away from the blonde’s face, Ei saw that Bakugo’s cock drooled precum in a steady stream. The mushroom head that he just loved to pop between his lips and suck on was nearly purple. Kats’ abs flexed and his chest heaved, it wouldn’t take much.

“Go ahead baby, let go,” Ei said in a gentle tone that contrasted his feral desire. Red eyes snapped forward and met his before Bakugo’s back arched and he groaned, his cock shooting white cum all over his hero costume, some splattering against the underside of his jaw he was cumming so hard.

“Fuck.” He couldn’t wait anymore. In an ideal night where they had time, Eijiro would pick Katsuki apart bit by bit and make him beg for each of the four fingers he’d stretch him open with for his huge cock. But that wasn’t now and with how much spit was around his messy hole and the precum pouring from Eijiro’s throbbing cock, there wouldn’t be an issue.

“Ready?” he asks, without really listening for the answer. He didn’t want to overstimulate his boyfriend and make him squirt. Wait, that actually sounded hot as fuck. In one fluid motion he’d lined himself up, grabbed Katsuki’s thighs, and pulled him onto his cock all the way to the base.

Bakugo nearly screamed as stars burst on his vision from that massive cock splitting him in two and abusing his prostate. His semi-hard cock shot to attention just in time for clear fluid to erupt from the tip, a second orgasm rocking Bakugo before he was fully recovered.

“God yes that’s what I wanted. Hold on baby, I’m not far behind,” Kirishima growls and brutally pounds his cock into the tight hole that threatened to suffocate his member.

His animalistic grunts, growls, and groans echoed in the office along with the wet slapping of Kirishima’s heavy balls against Bakugo’s perfectly round cheeks. Bakugo moaned and held on for dear life, so far in the clouds of pleasured bliss he was bordering on being in orbit.

For the millionth time in the last month Kirishima grunts out: “We should’ve done this in high school.”

Too blissed out from the huge cock rearranging his insides, Bakugo only gurgles an answer. Red chuckled and went harder, the coil inside him tightening further and further. Angling his hips so the thick head stroked his prostate every pass, Kirishima settled on a desk rattling pace.

Bakugo roused and became lucid as he whimpered. His cock valiantly tried to rise but a refractory period was what made him human, and it couldn’t. That didn’t stop his balls from drawing up taught and spots from appearing in his vision as he barreled towards his third fucking orgasm.

“Ei,” he whined in a tenor that only Eijiro got to hear.

“I’m here, I’m here, gonna fill your perfect ass up. Gonna cum with me baby?” he grunted out, his hips stuttering and the thrusts losing their fluidity as he approached an earth-shattering orgasm.

When the blonde nodded and looked at him with pleading eyes, it tipped Kirishima over. He roared in pleasure and pounded into that perfect little hole a handful more thrusts before burying in balls deep. Bakugo’s back arched beautifully as he came dry, crying out Eijiro’s name.

Kirishima growled as he spilled a massive load in his boyfriend. The pleasure made him lose control of his quirk, hardened hands digging into the wood of Bakugo’s desk as his insides were painted completely white. With a shuddered breath, he collapsed forward and buried his face in Bakugo’s neck.

They laid, panting heavily and trying to catch their breath despite being fit as fuck. After several minutes Kirishima groaned and pulled himself off Bakugo’s sticky stomach and chest.

Sharp teeth flashed as he grinned at his wrecked boyfriend. “Maybe we should get lunch more often.”

“Mmm, fuck off Shitty Hair, ‘n tell my secretary to cancel the rest of my day. ‘M goin home to nap,” Bakugo mumbles back.

Kirishima cleaned them up and donned his costume, walking out to carry out his boyfriend’s wishes despite his thighs shaking with the aftershocks of that earthquake level orgasm. As he smiled at the clearly traumatized secretary and was about to tell her to clear Kats’ schedule, a roar and angry explosions sounded from the pro’s office.

“SHITTY HAIR! MY DESK!”

Kirishima grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck, “Oops.”

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Precipice

NSFW! KiriBaku. Sub!Kirishima x Soft Dom!Bakugo. All characters are 18+, this is time skip era.

Tags/Warnings: Minor blood, tears, Kiri has sharp teeth, handjob, edging, praise, encouragement, unintentional cum eating

Word Count: 755

A/N: This was inspired by a comment on Bluesky!

Red’s head rested perfectly in his lap, it belonged there, it was one of his lover’s favorite pillows. Strong thighs, hardened from hours of training, relaxed into the most plush softness. Kirishima’s red hair wasn’t gelled and it splayed across Bakugo’s shorts.

The red head was whining out, bottom lip sliced up and bruised from the abuse he’d given it over the last hour. Those sharp teeth once again pulled that full bottom lip into his mouth and blood bloomed where the tips of his teeth pierced the skin. Kiri didn’t even flinch, though.

His lip was released as his ruby eyes rolled back in his head and another desperate whimper tore its way from his throat. Tears were lining his water line and tracks of previous fallen drops streaked his flushed cheeks. Bakugo’s boyfriend was beautiful usually but like this he was nearly ephemeral. 

Completely at Bakugo’s mercy, slowly unwoven over the last hour into the quivering, whimpering mess that lay in his lap. Bakugo slowly ran his left hand over the hard planes of Kirishima’s abs in soothing circles as he gently cooed and purred at the bigger man. The softness of relaxation washed over his features but then warred with the taught strain of agonizing pleasure.

“K-kats,” came another whine. The usually deep voice had risen an octave as desperation slowly consumed his mind.

“Shhh,” another soothing circle on those delectable abs, “you’re a good boy, Ei. You’re such a good boy, aren’t you? Doing so good for me, always my good boy.”

Kiri gasped out another high, drawn-out whine. Ruby eyes came back to awareness and landed on Bakugo’s face. A wet tongue darted out to run along that tormented bottom lip in a languid lick.

His wide chest rose and fell in desperate pants, like a canine on a blazing summer day. Those vermillion eyes darted around Bakugo’s features. They found only softness and love there.

Nothing remotely hinting at the blissful torturer he had been over the last hour. And it made Kirishima even more desperate. Another whimper.

Slick, slick, slick. The sloppy sounds of Bakugo’s right hand were the only other noises in their quiet bedroom aside from Kirishima’s needy whimpers and whines and Bakugo’s low, delicate praise.

A scarred hand was wrapped around Kirishima’s massive cock. It was weeping precum in a steady stream. The usually mauve pink head was an angry purple now.

It was throbbing and so hard it ached. Another whimper from Kirishima, his tongue rolling out as Bakugo stroked him in fluid motions, never touching that swollen head.

“My good boy, aren’t you, Ei? Such a good god damn boy, all for me, yeah? So perfect for me, my good boy. Makin such sweet sounds for me, I just wanna keep pulling them outta you.”

Kirishima’s eyes were so blown, drool dripping from his lips and running down the sides of his face. His whimpers so urgent, begging, pleading.

“Yeah, so fuckin’ perfect for me, Ei. My good boy. My good hero.”

Bakugo’s hand sped up again and the rub of his belly stayed pensive. Kirishima’s whimpers became fervent, rapidly falling from his lips.

“There you go, there you go, good boy. Feels real good, doesn’t it?”

Another wrecked whimper. His hair was matted with sweat, his chest rising and falling rapidly, nearly each exhale was accompanied by one of those delicious noises.

And Bakguo kept avoiding that purple head until he was quivering, nearly falling apart at the seams. Took a total of an hour and a half that night. The puddle of precum pooled on his Adonis’ belt could’ve been mistaken for a drenching of lube.

Finally, finally: “That’s my good fucking boy, Ei. Be good and cum for me, okay? Cum for me Ei, right now. That’s a good boy.”

Bakugo’s palm rubbed the pulsing, purple head and Kirishima instantly came. He screamed his lover’s name as he arched off the bed. The strongest orgasm of his life ripped from him.

Stars sparkled in his vision and each time his cock jumped a reverberation of pleasure shuddered through him. Each jump decorated his sculpted torso and jaw with a slowly forming abstract art of thick, white ropes. The painting expanded as cum splattered across his face, over his lolled tongue and rose dusted cheeks.

The big man quivered and groaned out as the orgasm abated, aftershocks like lightning in his thighs and groin. Ruby eyes met vermillion ones and white teeth emerged as Bakugo smiled.

“That’s my good boy, Ei.”

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Throne

NSFW! KiriBaku. Barbarian Prince!Bakugo x Dragon!Kirishima. All characters are 18+, this is time skip fantasy au.

Tags/Warnings: blowjob, praise/dirty talk, swallowing

Word Count: 1,049

A/N: Inspired by the last 5 seconds of the Kraven movie where he's sitting in that damn chair looking like a whole ass feast!

When Prince Bakugo returned to rule over the Barbarians while his mother was away on a diplomatic mission for a year, he took to sitting on the throne in…a unique way.

He’d sit at an angle, relaxing back, with his thighs spread wide, taking up the entire seat. His right arm would rest on the side and thumb would rest under chin, fingers resting on cheekbone. Signature cocky grin on his face.

“Hey Bakug- whoa…” Kirishima said excitedly as the dragon bounded into the throne room.

He stopped in his tracks as his gaze fell on his prince. The heavy cloak fanned behind him, the vibrant primary-colored necklaces accentuating his collarbones and chest. 

The cloak served to outline his perfectly sculpted abs and the slouch of his hips accentuated the depth of his Adonis’ belt. With his thighs parted, his lap was on full display.

Bakugo looked like a full-on feast. His subtle bulge from his soft package the appetizer he was drooling to get a taste of. The dragon’s jaw hung open, long tongue lolled, and drool stringing to towards the floor.

“Ya good, Shitty Scales?” Bakugo scoffed.

One blink. Two blinks. Tongue back in mouth. Close mouth. Third blink. Excessive head shake.

When he came up from the head shake his beaming smile was back and he resumed his bouncy step towards his prince.

“Yeah! I just haven’t seen you on the throne yet since we got here yesterday! It’s just different, seeing you be actual royalty instead of a hunter out in the wilds, adventuring!” His tone was a little tighter than usual but upbeat as always.

Bakugo’s chin tilted a little, but he kept his posture on the throne. Kirishima’s heart raced and he couldn’t stop imagining falling to his knees between those spread thighs and feasting on what lay beneath his trousers.

The dragon stopped a few paces from his prince and looked down at him. Bakugo sneered at him. 

“Tch, kneel before the prince, Shitty Scales.”

Kirishima fell to his knees. His big, ruby eyes wide. The jewelry adorning the dragon's horns glinted in the light as his head bowed. Large ruby scaled wings were tucked as tight to his back as he could make them and his tail curled around his leg.

Bakugo’s sneer fell to a smirk that he aimed right at his bowing dragon’s form. Something in him stirred at seeing Kirishima obey him like that. The dragon was usually so whiny.

Something within him had stirred and…something in his pants stirred as well. A glance downward told him that the was sporting half an erection in his trousers. He cleared his throat and willed it away.

“Alright, Shitty Scales, that’s enough. Get up.”

Kirishima looked up at Bakugo but did not move off his knees. A few shuffles forward and he would be right between those strong thighs. Ruby eyes once again dragged across that presented lap and —

The dragon had to bite his lip to prevent hissing his sharp intake of breath. The subtle bulge from earlier had grown significantly. A tent wasn’t fully present but…

Ruby eyes flickered up to fiery vermillion ones. The fire in them was intense and his pupils were big. The prince was certainly intrigued by Kirishima.

“Anything for you, my prince,” Kirishima purred lowly, shuffling his knees and getting closer to the throne. 

“I said get up, Shitty Scales.” The prince’s voice was strained.

Kirishima grinned, sharp teeth glinting as he watched that bulge twitch and swell further. His long tongue licked along his bottom lip and his tail unwound from around his leg to swish behind him.

“Are you sure there’s nothing else I could do for you, My Prince?” He’s shuffled right in between those strong thighs and purred softly again.

Bakugo ground his teeth and let out a loud huff. “No, Shitty Scales, and you’re way too close. Back off!”

Kirishima leaned forward, noticing with an excited intake of breath that the bulge had pitched a tent, and let out his hot breath over that tent. Please please please let me have a taste, he thought.

Bakugo shivered and swallowed thickly. Fuck it. He’d wanted his dragon from nearly the moment they met but had always held himself back because he didn’t think the dragon was interested in him that way.

But his dragon was looking at him like he was a whole boar roasting over a fire, the lizard’s favorite meal. Fuck it. He was the prince. Fuck it!

Hooking his thumbs in his waistband, he pushed his pants down to his mid thighs. His hard, aching cock sprung free from its prison and slapped loudly against his hard abs, drooling precum into the depth of his Adonis’ belt.

Kirishima never turned down a meal and lunged forward, mouth open, and took the head into his hot mouth. The dragon hummed and Bakugo growled at the heat sinking down on him.

That long, agile tongue swirled fully around the length and massaged it while his lips slid up and down the rest of it. The blonde’s head threw back and he groaned. 

Strong hips bucked upwards, and the head of his cock lodged solidly in the back of the dragon’s throat. Kirishima choked and sputtered, drool oozing from his lips. Bakugo let out a low growl.

“There you go, Ei, choke on my cock.”

Kirishima hummed affirmatively and kept bobbing his head, those smooth lips sliding along the length while the tongue continued to massage and work the rest of it.

His mouth was so hot, so warm, so wet. Bakugo bit his lip. As much as he hated to admit it, he was completely inexperienced.

The sensation of his dragon devouring and choking on his cock was so much better than his fist wrapped around it. It was overwhelming. It was too much.

“Ei I’m gonna —“ he tried to grunt.

The dragon looked up at him with those ruby eyes and hummed, the vibration sending Bakugo spiraling over the edge. His balls drew up and salty, thick cum flooded the dragon’s mouth.

Kirishima hummed happily and purred, swallowing it all down. He pulled off Bakugo’s cock with a slurping pop and flashed his sharp teeth with a grin.

“Happy to serve you any time, my prince.”

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read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/AU4573j by Silveryshards Bakugo had a shit day at work, but he knows exactly what will make him feel better, and he's waiting at home. Words: 691, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Oral Sex, Choking, drool, Come Swallowing, Face-Fucking, Praise Kink, Dom/sub, Dom Bakugou Katsuki, Sub Kirishima Eijirou, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/AU4573j

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Patrol Break

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/f7WF4eK by Silveryshards Dynamight and Red Riot were on a night patrol together when Kirishima goes...a little feral again. Words: 1433, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Feral Kirishima (Pro-hero BFs) Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Established Relationship, kiribaku, Krbk, Public Sex, Feral Kirishima Eijirou, eating ass, Spit As Lube, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Biting read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/f7WF4eK