Patreon Compilation – Fic#364 – Pro Heroes Bakugo/Kirishima – alpha!Bakugo; alpha!Kirishima; exhibitionism – Calm Down, Babe

Bakugo/Kirishima – PRO HEROES (20+ years) Bakugou and Kirishima have caught a villain and that got Bakugou's blood pumping. Kirishima knows that he can't use any more bad press so he does his best to calm him down on short notice.

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Kirishima keeps holding the villain down while the police hurries out of their vehicles to come and take him off his hands. He is barely paying attention to the squirming man beneath him, his knee pressing hard between his shoulder blades. Bakugou has been more than thorough in beating him down, there’s no need to be worried about the guy.

What Kirishima is worried about is Bakugou, actually. He just threw the villain to the ground and gestured angrily between Kirishima and the guy before stomping off, leaving a cloud of thick, agitated Alpha pheromones behind.

Not distressed, not really. But definitely fired up with nowhere to go. Kirishima knows that scent all too well. It’s followed them from UA all the way to here; a habit that Bakugou simply seems unable to shake.

When his blood gets pumping, he just can’t hold himself back. It gets him all wild and feral, makes him growl and bare his teeth at whoever is unlucky enough to get in his sight; even if that person happens to be a reporter. Or the police just asking for a goddamn debrief of what happened.

Both of which would be happening in all too short a time. He’s been long enough in the game to know that the reporters are already on their way, and Bakugou definitely couldn’t use any more bad publicity, what with his hotheaded demeanor all the time.

Kirishima throws a distracted grin at the police officers and gives them a thumbs up before hurriedly retreating.

“I’ll be right back! Just gotta talk to my partner over there! Just a second, really!”

Some of them throw him dubious looks; like they already know what is going to happen. Or maybe they’ve been able to smell the inappropriately juvenile scent of an agitated Alpha and wonder which of the two top pro heroes it is coming from.

Kirishima just keeps grinning at them his customary broad shark grin as he keeps walking backwards toward the sound of low growls and soft pops barely smothered in Bakugou’s palms.

Eventually he reaches him and turns to look into those wild, red eyes only to realize with a soft, punched out ‘oh’ that he’s been wrong in assessing the situation. Well… he’s not bee entirely correct, at least.

Bakugou is agitated. But it’s not just his usual trouble with keeping his emotions locked down.

Kirishima’s mouth floods with saliva, heart picking up its fast paced pump from before when they had been fighting the villain.

Bakugou is in rut. In the early stages, yes; all sweet and unmoored and seemingly unaware of it while Kirishima grabs him by the wrist and pulls him into an alleyway to push him unceremoniously into the brick wall there.

Bakugou snarls, his hackles immediately rising. He jerks his elbow back, jabbing it hard into Kirishima’s side and all that keeps him from toppling over and wheezing for air is the fact that he’s managed to harden himself just in time.

“What the fuck are you doing, shittyhair?!” he spits, venom basically dripping from his mouth. His voice is shot from all the wild feral laughing and screaming taunts from the fight, grabbing Kirishima right at the base of the throat with how desperately he wants him in that moment.

“Shhh,” he hisses and grabs Bakugou’s jaw. He twists one of his arms on his back to calm him down somewhat, using him opening his mouth again for another barrage of insults to instead quiet him via two hardened fingers rudely stuffed between his teeth. Wickedly sharp in their own right. “We don’t have time, babe,” he gasps, slotting his crotch against Bakugou’s plump ass.

He’s always been so damn curvy for an Alpha. With this small waist and big ass, but Kirishima’s favorite part had to be his tits. It’s such a shame that he can’t really play with them right now; not when they both are running out of time quickly and he needs to make sure his rutting boyfriend is taken care off before he bites somebody’s head off.

In an hour or two they could get back to their flat and fuck all they wanted, but right now?

Bakugou makes a startled little sound when he feels Kirishima’s erection pressing against him through their clothes. He stops struggling, his pretty eyes going wide and a bit far-off as he seems to finally realize what’s happening to him.

When he slowly goes a bit lax, curving his spine deliciously to press back into Kirishima, Kirishima nearly loses his own mind.

“Oh fuck,” he pants softly, pressing the razor sharp points of his shark teeth against Bakugou’s sensitive nape without breaking skin. “That’s it. That’s it, good boy.”

Bakugou makes a growl that tapers off into a whine that is a bit delicious. The sound seems to grab Kirishima by his own scruff; sending hot shudders of pleasure racing along his nerve endings as he swings his hips forward, fucking against Bakugou’s bubble butt.

They don’t have any lube around for him to mount the other Alpha and they certainly don’t have enough time for all of this, but they can make do, at the very least.

“Stay nice and still now, bro,” Kirishima whispers, breath fanning hot and moist against the back of Bakugou’s ear as he talks to him with his voice pitched low so nobody hopefully may hear.

It wouldn’t be the first time that the two Alphas were seen doing PDA, but this? Kirishima basically mounted on the smaller Alpha in a dirty alley while Bakugou fought against the ferality that came with rut? Yeah. Yeah, that is definitely too much. Kirishima doesn’t need that plastered across all kinds of news outlets.

He presses his hardened fingers down against Bakugou’s tongue and a rattling groan leaves his broad chest. He keeps rutting, fucking against Bakugou’s ass, his other hand, now that the other isn’t struggling anymore, slides down to cup his swollen erection pressing against the crotch of his suit. “Your tongue is so soft,” Kirishima whimpers.

It’s pathetic and unmanly, maybe, but Bakugou has yet to ever call him out on the puppy tendencies he sometimes displays himself. They’re both a bit dysfunctional as Alphas, but that’s what makes them work so well, Kirishima thinks – if only quietly to himself.

He can help Bakugou calm down and become softer… and Bakugou can steel his back and make him be harder and more aggressive. They’re good for each other.

Kirishima feels all warm and fuzzy inside over that, though he does not think Bakugou is in any position to appreciate him being all gooey and lovey to him right now. Instead he just keeps rubbing against the soft, slippery pad of his tongue with his hardened fingers and keeps cupping his cock while fucking canine fast against his ass, shards of pleasure stabbing at his legs and groin.

“So soft… so soft… fuck… wanna mount you so bad, Alpha. You’d love that, right? Right? Yeah. Yeah, good puppy. You’re gonna be a good boy for the d-d-debrief and th-the reporters and-” he can barely talk around his own gasping breaths as Bakugou keeps up a string of low whines and rumbling grunts. The back of his neck is flushed bright red by now and he is liberally drooling down Kirishima’s forearm.

“-And after we can… we can go to our flat and I'll mount you all you want. Mount you and breed you and make you feel so, so good, bro. Fuuuuck, your ass, baby.”

Usually Bakugou hates when he comes to fast, but this time he doesn’t say a word about it. Just takes it as Kirishima ruts against him so hard that he practically crushes him against the brick wall as he starts coming, eyes rolling into his head as waves of pleasure drown out all scent and sight and noise because fuck he’s been pent up for a few days now and Bakugou’s rut scent has speared into his frontal lobe like an ice pick.

By the time he comes down again, Bakugou is sluggishly shoving him off. He’s breathing just as hard and from the feverish look in his eyes and the cherry flush on his cheeks, Kirishima knows that he’s come with him even though he can’t see.

They stare at each other as their breathing slowly calms down. Bakugou wipes at his wet chin, then winces.

“Shit… fuckin’ cum in my pants, Kiri,” he grouses, but he sounds worlds better than he had before. Lucid in a way he hadn’t, though he wouldn’t be like that for long.

“Better give those interviews and the debrief in the open, yeah?” Kirishima says with a nervous laugh. He can feel the mess in his own clothes, too. “And then get out of here?”

Bakugou scoffs and looks away, the heat in his ears not dissipating as fast as the flush on the rest of his body.

“Tch. Yeah. Sure. Go on, dumbass. I wanna get outta here. Don’t have time for these useless extras.”