Thank you Bmarvels (AO3) for looking this over and JohnnyJumpUp ( ) for absolutely shredding to make it better! They're amazing for running with my completely self-indulging idea! ❤️ Bmarvels also named this badboy!

Okay, I've been bitten by the Kirikacchako smut bug and I need MOAR! 😍 I fucking love it and need all the Kirikacchako I can get, okay? Explicit sexual scenes are on my AO3 HazelRoses due to smut ban, and this is filled with smut. M/M/F smut, M/M smut, all of it.

Ochako's face burned bright red, the flushed color reaching her ears. She couldn't believe what Mina planned. Wasn't it vulgar or just inappropriate?! Everyone had to earn a living, she understood that, but the thought of this profession always made her bury her face in her hands like an embarrassed fourteen-your-old. Ochako fought the urge to do just that, hoping Momo or even Tsu would refuse.

"I've never gone to a strip club before," Momo mused. "It could be interesting."

"Oh, it's more than interesting, girlfriend!" Mina gushed. She leaned forward with a bright smile and glanced between her friends. "It's the hottest thing ever!"

"Isn't it kind of like cheating, though, for those who have a significant other?" Tsu questioned.

Mina shook her head. "Not at all! These men are doing a job and it doesn't include sex… at least it's not supposed to. All it does is make you want your significant other more!"

Mina stood from Momo's large couch to grab more snacks from the island counter. "Of course, the definition of cheating is different for everyone, but I'm telling you guys it would be so much fun!"

"Makes you want your significant other more, you say?" Tsu repeated while tapping her chin. "I don't know if that's possible for me."

"You and Deku are so cute," Momo teased.

Tsu's cheeks pinkened. "He's a great man. I really adore him."

Ochako's heart smiled at hearing her friend's confession. Tsu and Deku had started dating about a year ago, and their relationship seemed almost perfect. Ochako sometimes felt a twinge of jealousy in her chest. Not because she wanted to be Deku's girlfriend—she'd outgrown her crush on him some time ago—but just to have something substantial like they did. The few relationships Ochako had experienced made her realize she needed someone who valued her. Her previous boyfriends never fulfilled her needs. One even had the audacity to demand she stop teaching at her doujou because he didn't like the close contact required for sparring. Ochako ended that relationship the same day. She prided herself in heeding red flags, but she wasn't good at avoiding men who waved them.

Ochako focused her attention back on her friends, who were making plans for Mina's birthday. In two weeks, they would go to Conquerors—and what an interesting name that was. Ochako gulped.

"I don't think I can make it guys!" she said, her voice rising an octave. "I've got um… some studying to do! Yeah, that's right! Sorry, I'll be reading and doing homework! I'm a college sophomore now. I know I'll drown if I start assignments late!"

"I thought your college classes didn't start until next week?" Tsu asked.

Damn it; leave it to Tsu to observe everything.

"W-well, yes, but my classes are open already so I want to get a head start on them! Taking three eight-week classes is tough work, you know!"

"Oh, can it, Chakolicious! I know you're just scared!" Mina bounded over to her with a mini cupcake in hand and plopped in her friend's lap. "They won't do anything you're uncomfortable with, and you can always tell them to back off. I promise we'll leave if you get too uncomfortable. Plus, it's my birthday!"

"It might be fun," Jiro said. "It's not my scene either, but I hear Conquerors has great music."

Ochako's cocoa eyes flitted over each of her girlfriends as they waited for a response. She wanted to spend time with Mina on her birthday and with their friends, and Ochako had to admit they always had a great time. This location just had half-naked hot men rubbing their muscled bodies all over you…

"Okay," Ochako caved. "Since it's your birthday."

"Yay!" Mina cheered while offering a bite of her cupcake to Ochako. "I knew you'd see things our way."

Ochako took a bite and grinned. "You always were very persuasive, Mina."

Two weeks came and went faster than Ochako had hoped, and suddenly, it was Friday. Ochako stood in front of her full-length mirror, turning to study the back of her metallic gold dress. Her hands roamed down her hips, an upward quirk of her lip showing her appreciation for the form-fitting dress. She loved how the crisscross pattern left most of her back exposed, even if it took a few minutes for her nervousness about it to die down. The vertical ruched seam almost made her a little uncomfortable at first, but after seeing how great her ass looked, Ochako didn't mind it as much. The dress reflected her room's light as she turned. The slit in the dress exposed her creamy skin, yet the material reached a little past her knees and tapered to accentuate her hips.

Just then, an obnoxious banging echoed from her apartment door.

"Coming!"

She strapped up the black stilettos she'd had to practice walking in, grabbed her essentials, then went to answer it. Her friends piled in instead of letting her exit.

"Don't you look gorgeous!" Mina gushed as she walked around Ochako. "I told you that dress would look perfect on you!"

"It is nice," Tsu spoke. "You look pretty, Ochako."

"Thank you, Tsu," Ochako replied. "You look super cute too!"

Tsu blushed and wrapped a strand of forest-green locks around her finger. Although her dress wasn't typical club attire, the baby blue pin-up style dress suited her. Ochako had never seen her in any heels before, but the cute wedges she wore brought the outfit together.

"You guys ready?" Momo asked.

"Oh yeah!" Mina exclaimed while throwing an arm around Jiro's shoulders. "I'm surprised you still came, Jiro. It's definitely not your scene."

"I'm there for the music," Jiro said with a shrug.

Ochako giggled. "I could tell by how you're dressed!"

Jiro smiled and tugged at her tie. "Strippers aren't really my thing."

With lipstick touched up and everyone ready, the excited ladies piled into Momo's SUV and took off into the warm summer night. As they hurried through the busy streets, they rolled down the windows and blasted music. Laughter filled their bellies as they chattered excitedly about the night to come.

"You were the most scared to come, Chako Cheeks," Mina called over her shoulder from the front seat. "Nervous?"

"A little," Ochako admitted while biting her lip. "It's kind of nerve-racking."

"What's so nerve-racking about having hot men dance for you?" Mina teased.

"It's weird paying them to dry hump you," Jiro quipped.

They giggled before Ochako returned to gazing out the window, enjoying the warm breeze caressing her cheeks. She always found the streetlights calming, but today, her heart raced. It wasn't just nervousness about the stripper scene. She already knew they wouldn't flash their privates, but… did she want them to? Her last relationship ended months ago, and Ochako had focused on herself instead of searching for love. The fruitless relationships with which men approached her weren't appealing, anyway.

Because of that, her sex-life had tanked. Her poor vibrator needed a new charger from how much she used it, but even that was only holding back the minx within her. Her friends had no idea, but she was an insatiable woman. Just thinking about anything remotely intimate with a man made her core throb. She worried that, with her sex drive through the roof from lack of physical attention, these strippers might make it worse. Ochako bit her lip as they pulled into the parking lot.

"We're here!" Momo exclaimed as she parked.

Mina hopped out of the front seat and waved to her friends. "Get your asses moving because I'm ready to see some ass!"

Ochako's shaky hands gripped the door and opened it. She steeled herself as she glanced at the glaring crimson sign above them, the beautiful cursive letters sensual and inviting. The "s" at the end of "Conquerors" curled into the Mars symbol, which morphed from red to black. The outside reminded her of an old-fashioned movie theater, complete with a "Now Showing" sign that said, "Smoking Hot Beaus". That sounded pretty intimidating. Just how hot were they? She swallowed as Mina grasped her hand and pulled her forward.

"Your face looks so sour," she said as they entered. "Relax, girlfriend! It will be fun!"

"I hope they have food," Jiro commented. "I'm starving."

Tsu studied their surroundings. "Why didn't you eat before you left?"

"I wasn't hungry then."

"No problem, they have food!" Mina said. "Just about anything you can imagine! This is a high dollar strip club."

High dollar didn't begin to describe the inside. It looked like a five-star restaurant, with round tables sheathed in white tablecloths lining the open marble floor. Each table was flanked with a crescent-shaped, ivory couch. A large stage spanning an entire wall loomed off to their left, fuchsia dimmer lights pulsing a soft pattern that drew one's attention to the front of the stage. A matching purple curtain masked the majority of the wooden stage, leaving Ochako's imagination to run rampant about what was to come.

Conquerors' patrons bustled around, eager for the show. As the door closed behind them, Ochako's gaze flitted to a group of ladies giggling about which stripper they couldn't wait to see. The name Red Riot popped up and she recognized it from snooping online the day before. She remembered his wild red hair and insane muscular build. Conquerors had well over five hundred online reviews with 4.8 stars out of 5.0. One sweeping look and she now understood: shirtless, muscular men with bow ties embellishing their necks passed out drinks, menus, and allowed people to grope almost every inch of them with a sultry grin.

Almost all the tables already had people sitting at them… except for one area at the very front of the stage. Dread filled the pit of her stomach as Mina pranced toward it, sat on top of the table, and crossed her slender legs.

"We've got the best seat in the house, girls!" she exclaimed.

"That's awful close though, isn't it?" Tsu commented while standing rooted in her spot next to Ochako.

Jiro seemed unbothered as she walked over and took a seat in the booth. "I'm fine with it."

"Nothing bothers you, though, Jiro," Ochako muttered.

They took their seats next to Jiro as a stunning man sauntered over to them. He grinned, his unruly golden hair and enchanting amber eyes capturing the overhead lights. It gave them a sensuous glow. The unique black lightning bolt dyed into his hair caught Ochako's attention… and apparently Jiro's, who, despite appearing bored seconds ago, was sitting up straight and focusing her attention on him. He placed menus down, his eyes raking over each girl, and he bit his lip when his heated gaze rested on Jiro.

"Hello, beautiful ladies! We're happy to have you with us tonight! What brings you to Conquerors?"

"It's my birthday!" Mina sang while throwing her arms in the air.

"Your birthday, huh?" He stood up straight, circled the booth until he stood in front of Mina, who sat parallel to the stage. She looked comfy perched on the table like the queen she was. "What's your name, birthday girl?"

"Mina," she purred as their entertainer placed open palms on each side of her hips.

"I'm Kaminari, Mina," he replied in a hushed whisper. Kaminari gripped the backs of her thighs, fit himself between them, and hiked them over his hips in one smooth movement. "I'd love to get to know you."

Mina braced her weight on her arms as Kaminari slowly lowered her legs, maintaining eye contact. His fingers brushed a smoldering line from her collar bone to between her cleavage. Kaminari backed away, licked his lips, and brushed the underside of Mina's chin before pointing to the menu. Mina jumped off the table and scooted in next to Ochako, fanning herself with a playful gin.

"At the bottom are the tiers of dances," he explained gesturing to the menus he'd set on the table. "Tier one is Vanilla. It's more for our shy ladies, but you still get a fantastic lap dance. We call tier two Caress. You'll get him down to his underwear and hands wherever your pretty little heart desires except here-"

Kaminari's hand slid down the front of his pants to grasp himself. A soft grunt escaped his lips. "As much as I love bad girls, it's an issue with the law, not with us."

Jiro stared hard at the menu as their host continued. "Tier three..."

Kaminari paused for emphasis.

"You'll get a dance in our private quarters with one of our hot men. He'll keep you wet even after you leave. We call it Cream."

Ochako's ears burned bright from his words and she stared down at the table, knees pressing together. A soft throb echoed in her core, but she knew she couldn't dare order the Cream tier dance… hell, Ochako didn't think she'd order any. She'd just suffer and later give her dying vibrator one last ride. She crossed her legs and searched the menu for drinks. Maybe something sweet with a little kick might help soothe her nerves. This wasn't an ideal location for a woman on edge with pent up frustrations. This place reeked of sexual energy. It swirled around her and caressed her shoulders, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

"Can I start you ladies off with something to drink?" Kaminari asked. He glanced at Jiro with an adorable smile. "Or something to eat?"

Jiro blushed and toyed with her earlobe. "I'm kinda starved."

"Are you an appetizer kind of girl? Because the gyoza is to die for."

Jiro nodded and glanced in her lap. "Sounds great, thanks."

"Water with lemon too?" he questioned while whipping out a notebook from his skin-tight black jeans.

Jiro's eyes widened. "How'd you know?!"

"Lucky guess," Kaminari said with a wink.

He got their drink orders and explained how to buy dances. Ochako planned to buy Mina a drink and maybe tip the strippers. Just as Kaminari returned with her drink and she told him to put all their drinks on her tab, the above lights dimmed and the screaming from horny women began. She placed her drink on the table without a sip and leaned forward with her eyes glued to the curtain. Entrance music boomed through the loudspeakers, making Ochako's heart pound in her chest with anticipation. Smoke billowed across the stage and slithered over the edge to tease her ankles as the curtain rose.

Another handsome blonde with a more athletic build than Kaminari's lean form jogged onto the stage. A black top hat shadowed his features, and he adjusted his matching tie suggestively, running his hand down its length to draw attention to his sculpted abs. He stopped a hair above his black leather pants, grinning as shrieks resounded off the walls. Two more men wearing matching attire, minus hats, joined the first. The man on the left stood tall, arms crossed over his chest with a confident smile. Ochako found his glasses made him look more mature, like the CEO of a big business. He was handsome, but it was the man on the right who stole her focus. She loved his bright red hair and she noticed he was shorter, with a more compact structure, yet his stance was strong. Ochako licked her lips as her eyes raked over his muscular build. This must be Red Riot—the man she saw on Conquerors' website—and those pictures didn't compare to what it was like staring at the man, live and in person. He was gorgeous. His boyish smile made her wanton heart swoon. She unconsciously sat on the edge of her seat, with her gaze locked on her eye candy for the night.

Just then, one more man leaped over the blonde's shoulders and landed right in front of Ochako. She jumped back in surprise as he rested on all fours, hips sinking to the floor as his knees slid further apart. His gaze slowly rose to expose ruby irises that burned through to her soul. Ochako couldn't look away as he stared her down, grinning and licking his bottom lip. Ash-blonde hair, angular jaw, tanned skin, and the way the light highlighted the sharp cuts of muscle in his biceps made Ochako forget about everything else around them. The music faded away as he stood and the group started a choreographed number.

"Found your favorite, huh, Chakolicious?" Mina teased.

Ochako didn't hear her. She couldn't hear anything over the pounding of her heart as she stared. The blonde one with the crimson eyes lowered his stance and rolled his hips with practiced ease, confidence radiating out of every pore. His pants hung low, exposing the V-cut abs and the veins just above his cock. Just an inch lower, one little inch, and she'd get a glimpse. Ochako realized how dirty her mind had gotten and turned away to reach for her drink. She slammed it in two large gulps.

"Ladies…" the first man who entered the stage purred.

The crowd roared their response, bringing a handsome grin to his face as he surveyed the crowd.

"Ladies," he murmured again. "How are we doing tonight?"

Ochako first remained silent as Mina whooped, Momo clapped, Jiro studied her nails, and Tsu watched on. She then gave them a small clap, cheeks tinting from the minuscule movement. She kept stealing glances at the red-eyed blonde. His bright, crooked smile made her melt.

"I'm Mirio, your host this evening," he continued, gesturing toward the surrounding men. "Do you want to meet my friends?"

"Yes!" Mina shouted.

Mirio chuckled and turned to the brunette with glasses. "Here's your businessman! He's smart with money, and oh, so good with his hands. His nickname is Ingenium because he puts his genius to use to get you off faster than any man you've ever had before! Say hello to Iida!"

Iida brushed his palm down to his belt, fingers splayed over his abdomen. With a teasing expression, Iida ran his hands down his thighs to the crowd's immense pleasure. Next, Mirio pointed to the adorable redhead Ochako noticed earlier.

"This cutie is Kirishima! We call him Red Riot, and he's always ready for anything! He'll make you laugh until your panties come off and keep those thighs shaking all night long!"

He turned around and placed his hands on his knees, ass perched like he was planning to dance. Kirishima threw a playful glance over his shoulder at the giggles as he dropped into a frog squat only to shift onto all fours. The throbbing between Ochako's thighs increased as he turned to the side, humped the ground slowly first, then three fast pumps before jumping to his feet. She imagined herself underneath all that power, his hips slamming into hers, thighs quivering just like Mirio promised.

Goodness, your mind is so dirty! They're strippers, not prostitutes!

Ochako groaned but scooted closer to Mina, who wrapped an arm around her waist. "Your favorite is about to get introduced!"

"I don't have a favorite!" Ochako argued. "I mean, they're all handsome, but still!"

"Sure," Mina scoffed. "It's not like you started drooling when he came out or anything."

Ochako's hand flew to her mouth to check, which made both Mina and Momo laugh.

"It's okay if you have a favorite, Ochako," Tsu quipped. "I think I like Iida the most!"

"What about you, Jiro?" Momo questioned.

Jiro cleared her throat. "They're okay, I guess. I don't have a favorite."

"I think you like Kaminari," Mina said while stealing a bite of gyoza from Jiro's plate. "Your face was almost as red as my dress!"

"Whatever," Jiro muttered.

It didn't go unnoticed that she didn't deny it. Ochako turned her attention back to the stage. Mirio pointed at the blonde powerhouse. His grin morphed from confident to cocky. It fit him and the confident persona he radiated.

"Last but not least is Bakugou!" Mirio introduced. "He's so sexy and dominating, ladies! Do you want a man who will throw you around, smack your ass, and give it to you hard?! We call him Ground Zero because, with him, your orgasms are like an explosion!"

The screams for him were deafening as Bakugou stood less than five feet from Ochako. She didn't blink, almost forgetting to breathe as Bakugou raised his arms, rock-hard abs flexing with the simple movement. She couldn't keep her eyes off his V-cut, her tongue darting out to lick too-dry lips. His hand caressed his chest seconds before he turned his back, raised his arm, and flexed his biceps. Defined muscles shifted underneath smooth, taut skin, and Ochako thought her eardrums would burst because of the shrieking coming from the table behind them.

"Holy shit," Mina whispered, crossing her legs and placing a hand in Ochako's lap. "He really is hot! You've got great taste!"

Mirio explained the different dances available for purchase as the men walked between the tables, greeting their patrons, flirting, and allowing wandering hands to roam over their muscular bodies. About five minutes later, music started once more just as Kaminari returned to their table with shots.

"Happy birthday, Miss Mina! Shots on me!"

"You just might be my favorite, Kaminari!" Mina exclaimed as she took one.

He offered one to each woman, but Tsu declined. Mina didn't mind and grabbed her friend's shot. Ochako was on the fence about getting tipsy tonight. One hand, it might help relax her frazzled nerves that Bakugou kept toying with, but on the other, she might not enjoy the night as much as she would sober. The clear liquid swirled in her glass as she pondered what to do.

"Oi!"

Ochako almost jumped out of her skin as Bakugou walked over and stood between her and the table, putting him within her grasp. He still wore that cocky grin, and when he leaned down, she had to stop herself from inhaling his scent. A light hint of melted sugar reached her nostrils and placed his hands on the booth's cushion she sat on. He'd trapped her in his embrace.

"Y-yes?!" she croaked, gripping her shot glass.

Her brain almost short-circuited when Bakugou straddled her lap. Ochako didn't know where to put her free hand. She held it up, but he grasped it and placed it on his chest. His warm skin felt so perfect underneath her splayed fingers. Her pursuer linked his fingers behind her head and rolled his hips forward.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he whispered in her ear. "How about it? You want me all over you or what?"

Yes. Hell yes. She wanted this man to dance on her for the rest of her life but… holy shit. The overwhelming stimulation made Ochako want to bolt. Her sweet best friend, Mina, knew her too well and planned for it.

"She sure does, Hot Stuff!" Mina took that moment to run her hand up his side. "Give her a Vanilla dance. I wouldn't want her pretty head to explode."

"Wait!" Ochako begged with a garbled cry. "I-!"

Bakugou placed a finger to her lips. "Shut up and enjoy it. I promise you'll fucking love it."

Ochako's new obsession guided her hand holding the shot up to her lips. She searched those intense, vermillion eyes as she prepared herself for what was to come.

"One, two, three!" Momo counted.

They tipped their glasses back, the bitter liquid burning down their throats. Mina double-fisted her and Tsu's shots then slammed them on the table.

"Have fun, Ochako!" she sang. "It's for your own good!"

Ochako felt her hands growing clammy. He was too close, sex appeal through the roof, and the juncture between her thighs ached with each forward roll of his hips. Who thought getting dry-humped by a gorgeous but paid man would rev her up this much? Electricity coursed through her veins as Bakugou's hands wandered over her shoulders and down her arms. Such a simple touch lit her on fire. Was she that starved for male attention that a soft caress of her shoulders made her willing to jump into bed with this man?! Her attention returned Bakugou when he tilted her chin upward, forcing her to lock eyes with him. It became their world, two souls focused only on each other, even if one gained a profit from it. Ochako kept chanting that thought in her muddled brain as Bakugou pressed his chest against hers: he's working. He's not really attracted to me. This is part of his job.

She jumped when the warmth of his hands seeped through her dress on her hips.

"I'd love to get you alone," he whispered, burying his face in her neck.

"I bet you say that to everyone," she said breathlessly.

She felt him grin into her shoulders. "You'll never fucking know, huh, Ochako?"

He spoke her name like they were familiar. That might have bothered her another day, but tonight her name on his lips almost tore an audible sigh from her. She tried to refocus and reached into her purse for yen. When he saw her pull out cash, he stilled her hand.

"Buy me a drink," he instructed. "I don't want your fucking tips, but if you want…" Bakugou's thumbs dug into her sides, making her jerk forward, "...buy the Cream dance and you'll never forget tonight. I fucking promise you that, Ochako."

He threaded his right leg underneath her left while remaining in her lap, effectively pressing him against her core. The movement slid her dress up and allowed her to feel him more against her. A quiet moan left her lips to his satisfaction. Every cell in her body screamed his name, every inch of her skin burning for his rough touch. How had he reduced her to a red-faced, horny mess? He ground his hips hard and slow, pausing when their bodies connected, then untangled them. Bakugou grasped her jaw and pulled her toward him. Her fingers held onto the couch for dear life, afraid she may fall forward onto the marble floor. She bet Bakugou would love towering over her like a king to his servant. After he released her, his finger trailed over her collarbone, and then he moved onto the next table without looking back. Ochako stared after him, breath coming in short gasps.

"Earth to Ochako," Momo called. "You still with us?"

Ochako blinked, cheeks burning as she glanced at her lap. She adjusted her dress. "I'm fine! He just caught me off guard! I'm not nervous or anything!"

"You're very nervous," Jiro pointed out.

"Don't worry," Mina said. "Jiro will be too when Kaminari gives her the Caress tier dance!"

The color drained from Jiro's face, but before she could protest, Kaminari had already sauntered over and sat next to her. He pulled a flushed Jiro into his lap. Ochako watched on as his arms crossed behind her back and he rutted against her.

"Hey, wait!" Jiro protested. "I didn't agree to this!"

"Aww, don't tell me I got it wrong?" Kaminari replied with a grin. "I'm into you and I thought you might be into me too. I guess I should keep my pants on, huh?"

"I…"

Jiro's words trailed off and when he shifted his legs, she rested her hand on his bare chest to catch her balance. Kaminari didn't move again, he just drew circles on her thighs with his pointer fingers. They whispered to each other for a minute before Jiro climbed off and dragged him to the bar.

"We're going to just talk over a drink instead," she called over her shoulder. "Plus, he's sweaty. I don't want him rubbing all over me!"

"That's harsh!" Kaminari exclaimed with a playful shrug. "You make me hot, what can I say?"

Ochako had never seen Jiro so flustered. It was cute, and she giggled to herself as Momo eyed Mirio. She waved him over, her confident persona wavering just a hint, which only her friends noticed. Their host's sweet grin could melt the coldest of hearts.

"Hi, beautiful," he said while bending down to her thighs, fingers trailing over the exposed skin.

"H-hello, Mirio," she stumbled. "I've never been to a strip club before. I didn't know if I should because I have a fiancé."

"Does this lucky fiancé know you're with us tonight?" he ventured, never stopping his wandering fingers.

"He does," Momo whispered. "He's okay with it."

Mirio grinned and nipped at the side of her knee. "So, you've got a keeper! How about I get you hot and bothered so you can show him a good time when you get home? Sounds like a win-win, right?"

"Okay," she whispered with a nervous smile.

Mirio said nothing else but maintained eye contact with her as he kissed his way up her thighs. He'd get midway and start the process over again until he finally moved his face into her lap then slid himself to eye level. Mirio kept it sensual, biting his lip, grip moving up to her hips, then her shoulders. One hand traveled up her neck to untie ebony tresses, the thick locks spilling over her shoulders. Ochako watched him run his hand through her hair only to grab a handful and force her head back, exposing her neck. Miro climbed into her lap and placed her hand on his firm ass. Unhurried thrusts, their faces inches apart like he planned to devour her. Mirio positively worshipped her.

"I need some of that," Mina whispered.

Ochako couldn't look away either. It was like watching an artist create a magical piece full of heat and passion. Each stroke, every caress, the intense gaze they shared, and hands roaming each other's bodies was like watching the sweep of a painter's brush. The painting revealed everything red: passion, flame, energy. When the song ended and Mirio stood, he bent down to wrap Momo in a quick hug.

"Good luck tonight!" he said with a wink.

He left a speechless Momo, who turned to stare at her friends, and headed back to the stage. "That was… wow, he's talented."

"I noticed!" Mina raved. "Guess what dance I bought?"

"Which one?" Tsu questioned while sipping her water.

Mina leaned over the table and motioned her friends in like she held a powerful secret. "Double Team."

Kaminari hadn't mentioned that as an option, but Mirio explained it earlier, and it left Ochako red-faced: two strippers at once. One man could leave a woman frazzled! Who could handle two?! Why Mina, who else? After a short intercession, they focused their attention when Mirio's sultry voice sounded on the mic.

"Mina, sweetheart, I heard it's your birthday," Mirio called, feet dangling over the stage. "Let's make it twice as sweet, Kirishima!"

Kirishima sauntered over to Mina with Mirio hot on his trail. The crowd erupted when both men flanked her and pulled her up onto the stage. Mirio sat down on a chair that Iida had brought on stage, then pulled Mina into his lap. Ochako's focus remained locked on Red Riot. His primal stare paired with boyish grin tore through her body again.

What a show they performed! Ochako was left with her mouth agape. Mirio faced Mina away from him, her legs hooked over his parted ones. Kirishima pretended to lick two fingers, then snuck them underneath her dress, giving the illusion of fingering her before he straddled her waist. While Mirio humped upward, Kirishima hooked an arm around her neck and leaned back an inch, his hips rolling forward into her with that strength that made Ochako's mouth dry. Although she didn't want the public attention, a pang of jealousy stabbed at her. Fuck, she needed to leave before she soaked through her underwear.

"Holy hell!" Ochako blurted out when Kirishima hopped off, linked Mina's thighs over his shoulders, and lifted her into the air.

Mina giggled as she held onto Kirishima's muscular shoulders. Ochako watched on in awe, the raw power these men possessed leaving her unable to speak. She couldn't drop her gaze as Kirishima and Mirio continued their sexy tricks until Mina's time for their attention lapsed. Thank goodness. Ochako couldn't handle any more teasing, so as they finished to with a deafening applause, the wired woman exhaled.

After another hour and a half, the women exited the club, unable to stop gossiping about the unforgettable experience.

"Mirio was super sexy, but I would fuck Kirishima in a heartbeat," Mina sighed. "There's just something I love about a redhead!"

"I think Mirio was my favorite, but I liked Iida too," Momo quipped as she pulled the keys to her SUV from her purse. "They're all so different in personality and looks."

"They sure were," Tsu added. She hooked an arm in Ochako's. "I think Ochako liked it the most, though."

Tsu naturally had cooler skin, and the sexually frustrated Ochako welcomed anything to cool her body. A bucket of ice or a cold shower might do the trick. Her friend's observation made her face flush for the thousandth time that night.

"What are you talking about?!" she shouted instead of speaking at a normal conversation level.

"You looked like you'd let Bakugou take you right there," Jiro teased.

"Hey!" Ochako yelped. "What about you and Kaminari?! You didn't come back until we were leaving!"

Jiro glanced away and shrugged. "Denki? He was pretty cool to talk to."

"Denki, huh?" Mina elbowed her before opening the passenger door. "Did you get his number?"

"No."

Mina frowned. "Why not?"

"Because he's a stripper," Jiro replied. "He wasn't actually interested in talking with me. Still was nice though."

"I think you're wrong," Tsu responded. "Mina paid for one dance, which is less than five minutes. He spent over an hour talking with you, which means he didn't get the money he would have for dances."

Jiro mulled over the thought, rolling down her window to study the nightlife as they drove through the well-lit streets. "Yeah, I guess so."

Ultimately, Ochako couldn't bring herself to buy the Cream dance, but she bought Bakugou and Kirishima a drink. The thought of them double-teaming her, their hands everywhere, might still break her. After saying goodnight to her friends, it was time to give her aching feet a break. When Ochako flicked on the lights in her bedroom, her clock on her nightstand flashed 1:54 AM, over five hours past her normal bedtime. Still, she needed some release from the coiled tension those men caused within her. She hoped after that, she could stop lusting over anything with a fit body and a dick.

A flashback of Bakugou licking his lips as she enjoyed his hard abs underneath her greedy fingers resurfaced in her muddled brain. Damn it, the amount of energy flowing through her body wouldn't allow her any sleep. With a sigh, Ochako climbed into bed and reached underneath her bed for a black box. Tomorrow, she may have to visit that store to get a new toy. For now, this one would do the trick. With underwear shimmied off, legs butterflied, and a feisty blonde invading her thoughts, the room filled with a familiar buzzing, echoing off her pastel pink walls.

I will update this story every other Saturday opposite of my Kacchako fantasy AU Vermillion. Please let me know your thoughts!