Kiribaku Oneshots

Sex Pollen

I caved. It's happening. (This was originally a concept for my friend and I's ocs, but it's explained better to a wider audience with these losers.)

CW: threesome!, they're all pro heroes, Sex Pollen quirk, gentleservicedomtopsBaku and Mina/MommyMina; subbottomKiri, fucking with toys, pegging, oversensitivity/overstim, crying, hospitals, mention of needles/IV/hospital equipment, mild/unintentional? exhibitionism/semi-public masturbation, consensual cucking, mommy kink

Also: This is not Kiribakumina. It's Kiribaku, featuring Mina as the class fuckboy and best friend. (Though, the throuple is pretty cute.)

At first, Bakugou hadn't heard much about the situation, only that his boyfriend had been hit with a quirk that had landed him in a monitored quarantine ward in the hospital. He was, justifiably, quite worried, as he was told not to check in until after they had monitored him to make sure the quirk wasn't contagious. Nobody could blame him for being a little out of focus during the rest of his shift. After which, he finally got the call that explained Kirishima's situation, and allowed him to come and see him. His mind was flooded with images upon hearing the diagnosis, but he willed them away for now. This was technically a serious quirk accident, after all. He told them to let him know he'd be there soon, and that he just needed to get some things for him first. After some time, he arrived at the hospital with a duffle bag full of goodies for his boyfriend. He's met by the doctor that had been monitoring him, and was finally led to where he was being kept, but he wasn't let in just yet. He was led to the observation room, where a pair of nurses were watching a set of monitors and taking notes, both wearing headphones. He crossed to the monitors, and had to keep his dick from jumping to life in his pants.
"Holy shit..." The monitors that should be keeping track of his heart rate, blood pressure, etc, are all silent, seeing as he'd ripped all of them off of himself. He'd also ripped out an IV that looks as if it was keeping him hydrated. However, what got the blonde's attention was the state of Kirishima, and of the room itself.

The bed, and everything on it, was torn to shreds, clawed by hardened hands and razor sharp teeth. Kirishima, himself, was glistening with sweat, drool, and tears. Hardening rippled over his face and chest and throughout his hair, which had almost completely lost its gel slicked height. His teeth were grit so harshly that they looked like they'd break with any more pressure. His back was arched impossibly high off the bed as he desperately fucked into his fist while trying to fuck himself on his fingers, but it looks like he can't quite reach his prostate. His dick has definitely seen better days. It looks like it wants to explode with how purple it is, and his balls don't look much better. Bakugou spots a microphone, supposedly paired to an intercom to this room. He nods to it.
"May I?"
"Of course," the doctor nods. "Just hold that button." He's handed a pair of headphones, and his groin nearly throbs at the sound of his boyfriend's desperate sobbing moans. 'C'mon, focus,' he mentally scolds his dick. He holds down the button, speaking when a red light blinks on.
"Eiji, baby, can you hear me?" he hums. The medical staff is somewhat surprised at his tone. None of them had ever heard the 'Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight' speak so lovingly and sweetly before. Kirishima seems taken off guard, back lowering onto the bed and looking around for the camera. When he finds it, Bakugou's heart nearly breaks at the pained look of relief on his face. His poor baby looks so helpless.

"K-ka...s'ki..." Kirishima whines pitifully, trying to keep his eyes open.
"Hello, my love," Bakugou purrs. "How are you feeling?"
"H-hot...it burns, Kat...need you," he gurgles through his sobs, unable to pause the rapid piston of his fist.
"I know, baby boy," Bakugou says. "I'll be in there soon. I just need to talk to the doctor, okay? It'll only take a minute. Can you be strong for me?" Kirishima can only nod, unable to keep his composure for much longer. "That's my good boy," Bakugou praises. "I'll be there in a minute." He releases the button and takes off his headphones before turning to the doctor. "I sure as hell hope you're letting me in there so I can help him, or he'll likely tear a hole in the fuckin' wall." The doctor chuckles a bit, even though it wasn't a joke.
"Don't worry. We figured you'd be the only one to satiate him until the effect of the quirk is expended or wears off," they explain.
"Good. How long has he been like this?"
"The ravenous nature of his masturbating only started a couple hours ago, but before that, he had been under a great deal of stress. He had ripped all his clothes and sheets off, likely because they were irritating an increased sensitivity and body temperature. He did the same with the monitors and IV. We tried to restrain him and reattach them, but he broke through the restraints with ease, and none of our employees are strong enough to hold him down. We haven't had any consistent vital readings in at least three hours, and are worried about him becoming dehydrated with how much he's been sweating," they explain. "And, most curious of all, he hasn't been able to reach orgasm at all, even after hours of stimulation. One hypothesis we've considered is that successful orgasms may dampen the effects faster, but we're not sure."