chubby chaser kirishima who loves sleeping on his girlfriend's thick thighs. if he's having a nap after a hard day it's with his head resting on your lap and if he's sitting down he wants his head between your thighs, muffling all noise and your soft skin keeping him warm.
chubby chaser kirishima who picks you up and twirls you around, squeezing you in his strong arms and chuckling as you squeal and tell him to put you down.
chubby chaser kirishima convinces you to sit on his back while he does push ups. you have your phone with you and tell him that you're going to go on it while he's working out but instead you spend the whole time watching his arms and shoulders move, peeking in the corner of the room at the mirror so you can watch his face and see the sweat move down his forehead.
chubby chaser kirishima bites all over your body, his sharp teeth making a shiver run down your spine, biting your neck and soft stomach. he leaves small indents in your skin but makes sure not to bite too hard.
chubby chaser kirishima who calls you a goddess at least once a day. you pout and tell him he's more of a god than you are of a goddess, all those chiselled muscles, big arms, broad shoulders and strong jaw but he tilts his head confused- everyone knows your soft curves make you the embodiment of a greek goddess.
chubby chaser kirishima who likes it when you've got your ankles locked around his neck, his large palm holding tightly on your wide hip, the other gripping under your thigh so you don't move up the bed with each thrust.
chubby chaser kirishima who makes sure the mirror is pointed at the both of you so he can watch as you sit on his lap and moves your body up and down in time with his thrusts, watching in the mirror as your body jiggles and moves.
chubby chaser kirishima immediately presses his body against your back the first time you do anal, groaning loudly and breathing against your neck, tickling your ear. he wraps his arms around your middle, squeezing the pouch of your stomach in between his fingers, coming after a minute, spilling inside you and groaning your name.
Pairing: Pro Hero!K.Bakugou x chubby!Reader x Pro Hero!E.Kirishima
Word Count: 10.3k
Contains: Gore, Violence, Suicide, Negative Self Talk (not related to Reader's weight)
See chapter list for a general list of content warnings.
Ch. 2: MEMORIES
|◁ II ▷|
I'm holding on
Why is everything so heavy?
Holding on
So much more than I can carry
I keep dragging around what's bringing me down
If I just let go, I'd be set free
1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47
Day 67 - 2:03 AM
Track 03 / Heavy - Linkin Park (feat. Kiiara)
Someone is calling your name. Over and over again. You’re floating in the in between of sleep and wakefulness, unable to follow them. You don’t want to wake up. Not really. Can’t you just stay here and pretend it’s all a dream?
Is it all a dream?
The voice cracks as they call for you once more. "Wake up, please."
You rub the sleep from your eyes and look up, but it's almost pitch black inside the base until your eyes adjust. Kirishima’s large form is leaning over you, blocking out what little moonlight is shining through the windows. His eyes are full of concern for you. Hopefully you hadn’t been thrashing or talking in your sleep.
So it isn't a dream. Just memories. You sigh.
“Another nightmare?” He whispers as he reaches to wipe the sweat from your brow. You bat his hand away absently, letting your silence become your answer. His broad shoulders slump, and he gives you a pouty frown. “Please don’t stay mad at me.”
You roll your eyes and try to clear the sleep from your throat before whispering back. “Still a little mad. You know I don’t like talking when I first wake up.”
He gives you a nod, seeming to accept your answer. He quietly walks back over to the window where Bakugou’s sniper rifle still leans against it. He must be keeping watch, you think. You look beside you and sure enough, Bakugou is in his own sleeping bag with his eyes closed.
There’s no real way to tell if he’s actually asleep. Bakugou has always been a light sleeper, but current events have obviously exacerbated that. You quietly crawl out of your sleeping bag and creep across the concrete floor to sit down next to Kirishima.
His eyes briefly meet yours before he turns his attention back to the window. You settle next to him and peek out of the window as well, which is a bit hard to do considering Kirishima is quite a bit taller than you. You sit in comfortable silence for a little while.
Slowly, the night sky begins to lighten. Dawn is approaching. Another day in Hell. You feel your muscles starting to ache so you stretch your legs out in front of you and roll your neck. Your body responds with pops and cracks. Kirishima had been silent all this time, but you aren’t going to be the one to break the silence first, even if it is comfortable despite the argument you had last night.
It’s not long after you finish stretching that he also adjusts his position restlessly. You can tell he is getting ready to say something so you wait patiently for him to gather his thoughts. When Kirishima finally speaks, he keeps his voice low, and he meets your eyes. “I hope you know that I do believe in you. Yesterday was a mistake.”
You nod slowly and whisper back. “Then why didn’t you take me with you?”
It takes him a few moments before he answers you. He is obviously having an internal struggle over something. “Because… I hate putting you in danger. I don’t know what I will do if we ever lose you.” He echoes your words from last night. “You know how I feel about you.” He gently reaches for your hand and gives it a soft squeeze.
“And you know how I feel.” You give his hand a squeeze back. “But you also know what things are like right now. We have to be careful.”
“Yeah, for now.” He gives you a toothy smile then kisses your forehead.
“Oi…” Bakugou whispers loudly. He has turned over in his sleeping bag and is squinting at you both. “Did you two dumbasses make up yet?”
Kirishima gives him a thumbs up. “All good.”
Bakugou slides out of his sleeping bag and quietly walks over to you. He crouches down in front of you and Kirishima, his bare feet balancing him. He keeps his voice low as he says “Don’t ever do that shit again, Kirishima.” You know Bakugou means business when he uses someone’s actual name. His eyes seem to almost glow as he continues to lecture the redhead. “We don’t care how much you don’t want her getting hurt. She can handle it. We trained her after all. Both of us have your back.”
Heat blossoms in your belly from Bakugou’s confidence in you. He doesn’t give out praise like that often, and you know he truly means it. His eyes slide over to you for a moment before they zero back in on Kirishima.
Kirishima gives him the same toothy smile he gave you. “Aw, you really do care.”
Bakugou rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue against his teeth. “Tch. We both care. Idiot.” He stands back up and shuffles over to the table to look at the rations for the day. Lecture over. Whatever tension that was left over from the day before finally dissipates. Thank fuck.
“What’s the plan today?” You ask as you stand up and dust off the back of your jeans. Kirishima joins you after one last glance outside. You both walk towards the table where Bakugou has created three “breakfasts” from the pre-packaged foods from the gas station.
Bakugou hands you your share before answering you. “We’re moving from this base today. Thanks to a certain dumbass,” he pointedly looks at Kirishima before handing him his breakfast and continuing on, “we attracted too much attention to this spot. I mean, fuck, we can barely talk above a whisper here. So we’re gonna keep heading towards the radio tower, and we’ll find a spot to make a base before dark.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Kirishima replies as he tears into a granola bar. Between bites he asks, “Do you really think we’ll be able to contact Deku through the radio tower?”
Bakugou just nods as he eats as well. You can tell he’s getting tired of Kirishima’s lack of faith in getting to the radio tower. This isn’t the first time he’s asked that question since you began your journey into the city.
Less than a week ago, the One For All Pro Hero put out a broadcast to call everyone to a place in the city. He apparently had some sort of plan, but he wanted to gather as many survivors as possible. He left a special message for Bakugou…
“Kacchan, if you can hear this, I need you. Please get here as fast as you can.”
So now your mission is to reach this radio tower to hopefully get a hold of Deku. Unfortunately, the broadcast stopped after a few days so there was no way to know where he had moved locations… or if he was still alive at this point. You’d never say it outloud, but you knew Kirishima and Bakugou had the same thought.
You unwrap your own granola bar and eat it slowly. You chase it with a little bit of water from your reusable bottle. The water supply is running low so you make a mental note to look for fresh water on the way to the next rest spot. Once you finish eating, you begin packing away your things: a change of clothes, sleeping bag, batteries, a portable charger, one of three walkie-talkies, your share of the rations from yesterday, and finally, the small compact radio thatBakugou had been listening to in hopes to hear Midoriya’s voice again.
Almost every night, last night being an exception because of obvious reasons, Bakugou turned on the radio, flipped through stations, and listened for Midoriya’s voice. You all hope that one night, he will reappear and give you his new location, and maybe even a new message for Bakugou, but for the past few nights, it’s been radio silent.
As if on auto-pilot, everyone else gets dressed and packs their things. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, you all had become numb to everything on the outside. Being together in a somewhat safe space like this half-renovated loft apartment lets you feel a little normal. As soon as it is time to venture back outside though, it would be easier to dissociate in order focus on the task at hand.
While you are distracted with your thoughts, Bakugou comes up to you, grabs your hands, and places your earbuds in them. “Ready to go when you are, baby girl.” You roll your eyes at the nickname, but he knows you secretly love it by the way the corner of his mouth turns up at you before his focus shifts back to his own packing. At least it’s much better than ‘idiot’ or ‘dumbass’ or ‘extra.’ You still get called those too, though.
You put your earbuds in and pull out your phone. When you look up, Kirishima and Bakugou are both at the door waiting for you. They give you a nod, and you hit play. “Let’s go.”
Kirishima leads the way down and out of the apartment building with Bakugou right behind you. This is a normal formation for the three of you, you being sandwiched between both Pro Heroes while walking through the city ruins. You make it outside, the sun just now bringing dawn and lighting the mostly deserted streets. Seems like the monsters from the night before had moved on long enough for you all to slip by.
So far so good.
It’s going to be a long walk towards the radio tower. You know that you will have to stop before nightfall and find a safe place to sleep as well as keep watch. You have been pretty lucky so far with the empty buildings you have been able to find. As you get deeper into the city and closer to the radio station, it might not be as easy to avoid the undead.
You make good time and enter into the next section of the city. There’s still not many of them walking around or making a fuss. They almost seem to ignore you for the most part, which you find strange. Kirishima and Bakugou notice as well and begin looking for places to loot for food and medicine. May as well take advantage of the situation, as weird as it may be.
Kirishima guides you all to a small grocery store. Inside are a couple of them, shuffling around. They don’t notice you so Bakugou makes quick work of breaking their necks quietly. Slowly, the three of you work methodically from the front to the back of the store, filling your backpacks with non-perishables. You never stray from each others’ sight, making hand signals and using sign language to communicate. Your system has been pretty good, at least so far.
You find a small pharmacy section and grab what’s left on the shelf which isn’t much. You find some aspirin, a first aid kit, and a few other bottles of medicine that might be useful. Your eye catches a pack of tampons, and you silently thank yourself for having the foresight to get an IUD. No periods and no babies for you in the apocalypse.
You do find something else that would be useful: bottled water. You pack what you can carry into your bag and give the guys some to tote as well. Finding water hasn't been super difficult yet. Back at the cabin, there was a creek with fresh water nearby. Here in the city, most houses and buildings have some kind of water supply left over from before shit went to hell in a handbasket.
With the grocery store picked clean, Kirishima leads you and Bakugou back out onto the street, and you continue walking on for a few hours. You feel your stomach begin to grumble so you signal to Kirishima and Bakugou that it’s time to take a break. There’s nowhere safe to stop on the city street so the three of you continue walking until you find a safe building.
You eventually make it to a suburban cul-de-sac. After trying to get into a couple of different houses, you manage to find a house with an unlocked window. Bakugou climbs through first as quietly as he can then holds his hand out to you. You take it and climb through. Kirishima climbs in behind you and you all find yourselves standing in a small kitchen.
You quietly creep through the house, Bakugou and Kirishima close by, looking for any lingering monsters. You go through the rooms, and so far, there is nothing to be concerned about: no undead and no people. You had already had your run-in with other survivors, and it did not end well. So now you avoid both the living and the undead.
You make it to the last bedroom. You’re pretty sure it’s the main bedroom since the only other two bedrooms were children’s rooms based on the furniture and decor. You slowly open the door, and the putrid smell of death hits you before your eyes can fully take in the scene. But take in the scene you do…
You immediately cover your mouth as your stomach bubbles hotly, threatening to boil over. You quickly turn away from the sight and stumble into the bathroom you just passed. You grab the counter, gripping the edges as you vomit your breakfast in the sink.
Kirishima runs in behind you, throwing open the bathroom window so you can breathe in fresh air. You cough and sputter out the puke into the sink until there is nothing left. He rubs your back gently as your stomach clenches, trying to force out what is no longer there.
Once you’re able to stop dry heaving, you sit down on the edge of the bathtub, gulping in the fresh air from the open window. Kirishima hands you a towel that was once hanging by the sink. You mutter out your thanks and wipe your mouth clean. Closing your eyes, you put your head down in between your knees to fight the nausea that continues to linger.
No matter what you do, you can’t get the image out of your head of what is in the main bedroom:
A family of four lies dead and horribly decomposed in a large bed. Two adults and two children. Gunshots to the heads for all of them including the kids. The children wore little matching, blue patterned pajamas. So small, so innocent. So undeserving of a fate such as this. At the end of the bed at the family’s feet lay what used to be a pet. Its collar caught your eye before you dashed into the bathroom. It read “Bella.”
Kirishima crouches next to you to get your attention. When you finally look at him, he motions for you to take out your earbuds. That must mean it’s safe. Safe to talk, safe to rest, safe to eat. And it means it’s safe enough for you not to worry too much about your quirk being overwhelmed. For now.
You pull out your earbuds and tuck them into your pocket. Your stomach feels a bit better, but you can still see the little blue patterned pajamas when you close your eyes. In another time, another place, you may have asked yourself ‘why?’ But today? You know ‘why.’
When it all first started, people believed that heroes would save them all. And then when the Hero Commission fell… well, some of the people that were left behind decided to take their fates into their own hands. This is the first time you’ve experienced it first-hand, but you know in your heart that this isn’t the only instance of it.
At least they’re free now. They don’t have to deal with the kind of shit that we are.
You would never hurt yourself, let alone the people who have become your family in order to escape from the hell surrounding you, but…
Damn, this shit feels so heavy sometimes.
You take a shuddering breath, garnering attention from Kirishima. “Are you alright?” He asks, rubbing your back gently just like he had when you were tossing your cookies. You give him a small nod, sniffling as you shove down the tears that are threatening to spill over.
Later. I can cry later.
You stand up and put the towel on the counter, ready to put the scene behind you. Before you can exit the bathroom, you hear a door close. Bakugou pokes his head in the bathroom before leaning his arm against the frame. “I can’t give ‘em a proper burial, but I did cover ‘em up with a blanket,” he says. “I should’ve been in front; sorry you had to see that.”
He looks regretful, but you know it’s not his fault. This wasn’t Bakugou’s first brush with a familicide either. Usually, if he can, he’ll bury the bodies. With the houses in this cul-de-sac being so close together, he can’t take the chance that he’ll attract unwanted attention. So the best he can do is cover their bodies respectfully and close off the main bedroom.
Without saying a word, you give him a small reassuring pat on the chest and duck under his arm. You make your way out of the bathroom and back towards the living room. You feel his eyes on you as you walk back down the hall, assessing as always. You just want to be as far away as possible from that main bedroom. That’s all.
The guys soon follow behind you, and everyone begins to make themselves a little more comfortable. Well, as comfortable as you can be in this kind of situation.
You sit cross-legged on the living room rug and open your backpack to take out lunch. You swish some water around in your mouth to get out the taste of puke before you dig in. Lunch is a protein bar, a packet of nuts, and water. What you wouldn’t do for a juicy burger right now… But it’s better than starving. Plus Bakugou is usually pretty good about trying to balance the meals that you’re able to scrape together so you know it’ll at least fill your belly until dinner time.
Bakugou sits down at the small dining room table and takes out his own lunch while Kirishima lounges on the couch, propping his feet up as he rips open his protein bar. Their different personalities are on full display, making the scene feel domestic. It makes you giggle. Both of them look up at you, their brows furrowed.
“What’s so funny?” Kirishima asks, looking a little concerned considering it wasn’t 5 minutes ago that you had thrown up in a bathroom sink.
“The two of you,” you say simply, knowing that your answer will rile them up. You take a bite of your protein bar and sit back. The fun is about to begin.
Bakugou scowls at you as if you just insulted him. “Huh? ‘The two of ya?’ I haven’t done anything funny. And don’t lump me in with Shitty Hair.”
“What’s wrong with being ‘lumped in’ with me?” Kirishima asks as he feigns being hurt by the statement.
“Ya know what’s wrong with it, you fucking extra.” Bakugou angrily drinks the remainder of his water before crushing the plastic bottle. He throws it, pegging Kirishima right in the forehead.
“Owwwah!” Kirishima whines loudly, rubbing the new red spot on his forehead in the shape of a plastic bottle cap.
“Keep it down, dumbass. Don’t want to have to spend our break whispering because ya can’t be fuckin’ quiet.”
“Don’t throw things at me then.”
“Pfft…”
You try to cover your mouth to keep from laughing too loud. These are the kind of moments you look forward to when the world feels so dark. Yeah, shit feels heavy sometimes, but you have two people that help lighten the emotional load when it becomes too much.
Watching their exchange made you miss your time spent at the cabin so much. The first couple of days there with the three of you were kind of awkward, but once you all had a routine established, it ended up being comfortable and, dare you say it, normal. All of you mesh so well together.
|◁ II ▷|
You don't have to say you love me
You don't have to say nothing
You don't have to say you're mine
Honey (ah)
I'd walk through fire for you
Just let me adore you
Oh, honey (ah)
I'd walk through fire for you
Just let me adore you
Like it's the only thing I'll ever do
Like it's the only thing I'll ever do
1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47
Day 3 - 6:49 AM
Track 04 / Adore You - Harry Styles
“Come on, Red! Slow down!” You called as you trudged along far behind Kirishima through the forested hills that surrounded Bakugou’s cabin. He wanted to take you out on a hike with him this morning, so you made sure to get up early and dress appropriately. You even took special care in packing your bag to make sure you had your phone, earbuds, snacks, water and a first aid kit. Unfortunately, the one thing you hadn’t accounted for was Kirishima’s long legs.
It had been a couple of days since you, Kirishima, and Bakugou had fled the city to Bakugou’s cabin that was literally in the middle of nowhere. It was almost too easy to forget what you had left behind. While the world was falling apart, the three of you had secluded yourselves away.
You saw ahead of you that Kirishima had finally stopped moving, his back towards you. The scene almost looked like a painting as the sunrise backlit his silhouette in the clearing up ahead. You tried to quickly walk up the grassy inclines, not waiting to keep him waiting too long. Once you finally caught up to him, you had to take a moment to catch your breath.
“Dude, you gotta remember you are so much fucking taller than me!” You called out. When he didn’t answer, you huffed out an exhale before pulling your water bottle from your bag’s side pocket and gulping down a few mouthfuls.
Kirishima still hadn’t turned around after a few moments so you decided to see what caught his attention. You crept up beside him and quickly noticed what caught his eye. Nestled in the bushes was a small, brown rabbit. It was watching Kirishima closely, waiting to see if he would make a move. Slowly, Kirishima crouched down and offered his hand, palm up, to the rabbit. It slowly moved towards his hand, taking careful steps and sniffing the air.
After what seemed like forever but was probably only a minute or two, it finally reached Kirishima’s outstretched hand and gave it a few tentative sniffs. You held your breath for fear that any sudden sounds or movement would scare it off. Ever so gently, Kirishima rubbed his finger across the rabbit’s head. It leaned into his touch. You slowly let out a breath.
“Hey, little one,” he said quietly, rubbing his finger from its little nose to the top of its head. The rabbit tilted its head and nibbled at his finger, Kirishima tried his hardest to stifle a chuckle. You smiled watching the adorable scene before you. You slowly pulled your phone out of your back pocket and snapped a few photos of Kirishima and the rabbit.
Who said you can’t make memories during an apocalypse?
As you put your phone away, the hair on your arms began to stand on end. The familiar sensation of imaginary ants crawling up your hands to your shoulders began, setting you on high alert. One of the undead was nearby and closing in. “Kirishima,” you whispered, “Something is coming. I can feel it.”
Kirishima’s head snapped towards you, and the rabbit bolted back into the bushes at the sudden movement. He stood up, his ears straining to listen for any movement within the forest. You took a step closer to him as the feeling began to intensify. He grabbed your hand and put you behind him as he slowly turned around in the clearing, looking for the source of what was affecting your quirk.
“Don’t worry. I can handle it,” he assured you.
You didn’t have to wait long. As something shambled out of the woods and out into the open, you were assaulted by its thoughts in your head. Eat. Eat. Eat. Its thoughts consisted of just one word, but it was so powerful that it made it impossible for you to concentrate on anything else.
Pain that did not belong to you blossomed in your chest, knocking the breath out of you. You doubled over, holding your hands to your chest. You squeezed your eyes shut. Very faintly, you could hear Kirishima calling your name, but the phantom pain was so strong that you couldn’t respond with anything other than a grunt.
Unbeknownst to you, Kirishima was currently engaged in battle with what could only be described as the living dead. What used to be a hunter, based on his clothing, was attempting to bite Kirishima. A large portion of his chest had been ripped out, most likely by others like it while the hunter was still alive.
Kirishima used his quirk to harden his arm and punch it in an attempt to stagger it and gain the upper hand. He quickly realized it was immune to feeling any pain as it kept coming for him despite the powerful punches Kirishima was landing. Normally, a punch amplified with his quirk would knock a person down, but this… this was no longer a person.
Kirishima continued to struggle with the monster as he tried to push it off of him. Hardening both his arms, he shoved it back as hard as he could, blood that wasn’t his own coating his arms as he did so. Finally, it staggered backwards, giving Kirishima time to assess what to do. Just as he started to form a plan, something else burst forth from the woods: Bakugou.
“Kirishima!” Bakugou yelled, running towards him.
Kirishima held up his hand to stop him. “I’m good here, but you need to get her out of here. Now.”
Bakugou looked over to you. You were crouched down and holding your hands over your ears as tears streamed down your face. Your backpack lay beside you, discarded in the sudden struggle. He knelt down beside you and tried to talk to you, to tell you you needed to come with him, but it was obvious you were so overwhelmed that you could no longer concentrate on anything around you.
Bakugou recalled your struggles with your quirk that you had revealed to him once during a drunken night out. You probably figured he wouldn’t care to remember, but he did.
“Music. That’s it.” He remembered.
He grabbed the discarded backpack beside you to look for headphones. He found what he was looking for, but didn’t see your phone. He looked over at you and realized it was sticking out of your back pocket. He grabbed it out of your pocket and put on a random song. He replaced your hands with his own and put in your earbuds. He turned the volume up as much as he dared for fear of bursting your eardrums and watched your face, waiting for you to come back to reality.
The pain slowly began to subside, and the thoughts came to a halt inside of you. You blinked the tears from your eyes to see Bakugou in front of you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was worried about you. He put a hand on your shoulder and asked, “You good?”
You read his lips easily and nodded in answer. As you took deep breaths to bring your heart rate back down, Bakugou's head turned to look behind him. You caught a glimpse of Kirishima still struggling with his bloodied opponent.
Guilt washed over you. You had broken down at the worst time. You could have gotten Kirishima hurt, or worse. A voice in your head, one you hadn’t heard in quite some time, reared its ugly head:
Useless. You’re so fucking useless. You wanna be a Pro Hero? What kind of Pro Hero breaks down in battle? Pathetic.
Bakugou stood up beside you then ran over to help Kirishima. The two of them struggled just for a moment until you saw them exchange a few words. Kirishima hardened most of his upper body and then held onto the dead hunter while Bakugou grabbed its head with both hands and twisted.
You looked away, your stomach churning as Shiozaki’s pale and bloody face appeared in your mind. You’d never forget how she had looked at you in those last moments. There was nothing left of the Shiozaki you knew behind its eyes. Even though you feared the worst in that moment, that you had murdered your friend or severely injured her with a bat, Bakugou had helped you start to understand. The things that people were being turned into were no longer human. However, it still didn’t stop you from humanizing them. Afterall, they still looked like people.
You felt a pat on your head and you looked up to Kirishima giving you a closed-eyed smile. His arms and chest were covered in blood. You could have gotten him killed. What if he got bit? Useless. Your heart felt as if it were being squeezed at the thought. You suddenly stood up and yanked out your earbuds before checking him over for bites or scratches.
“Woah, woah, woah! I’m okay! The blood isn’t mine,” he explained quickly as he held his hands up to show there were no open wounds. You searched his arms anyway and sighed with relief once you were sure he was fine. However, the feeling of guilt still weighed heavy on your shoulders. And that nagging voice in your head wouldn’t shut the fuck up now.
Bakugou sighed loudly as he surveyed the scene, a tiredness in his eyes. He moved towards the body that now lay on the ground, its neck twisted in an unnatural way. “M’gonna bury ‘em. Away from the cabin. We’ll talk when I get back.”
You and Kirishima nodded in agreement as he picked up the body and slung it over his shoulder effortlessly. He began walking back through the woods, leaving you and Kirishima alone. You looked down at the ground, willing the fresh tears on the edge of your vision back down. “Red, I’m so sorry… I really fucked up.”
“Hey now, don’t apologize. It’s okay, sweetheart. The bottom line is that both of us are okay.” If the pet name was meant to comfort you, it didn’t. If anything, it made everything feel worse.
“There’s no way I could ever be a Pro Hero, even if the world wasn’t going to shit. What kind of hero breaks down when she’s needed the most? You could have died, Red.” Or worse. Those words remain unspoken as you repeat the negative words swirling in your head. You couldn’t stop the tears anymore as they clouded your vision and rolled down your cheeks.
Kirishima pulled you into his arms, and you stiffened at the sudden contact. As much time as you and Kirishima had spent together, you never really made close physical contact outside of training before. Despite the suddenness of the embrace, you found that it was easy to lay your head against his chest and let him console you. For a guy that was known as the “sturdy hero,” he was surprisingly comfortable.
“Don’t say things like that. You will be a Pro Hero. And an amazing one at that. I’m fine. Nothing can take me down. You should know that by now.”
“I feel so… useless. I broke down when you needed me.” You voiced the word that continued to repeat itself inside your head.
He slightly pulled away from you and tilted your chin up so he could look into your eyes. “You are not useless. We’ll figure out how to make this…” he looked out into the woods for a moment, his mind on the dead hunter, before his eyes came back to you. “...whatever the hell this is… work with your quirk. Okay? We’ll figure it out.”
You shook your head, choking out your words. “There’s no way that you don’t think less of me now.”
Kirishima was not the kind of person who would think less of someone for freezing like you had, but the voice in your head was drowning out all reason and logic. All you could feel was guilt, shame, and fear. It was the fear that this would happen again, and Bakugou wouldn’t be there to help.
“Read my mind then.”
You blinked up at him. “What?”
“Read my mind.”
Kirishima had officially surprised you more than once today. First a hug and now he was basically commanding you to read his mind. You would never read your friends’ minds if you could help it. It was simply an invasion of privacy and made you feel gross. The few times you had read someone’s mind by accident had left you knowing things that you would have been better off not knowing.
“I-I don’t know. I might hear something you don’t want me to,” you said hesitantly before looking away despite his hand still gently holding onto your chin. You couldn’t bring yourself to look into his kind, ruby eyes right now.
He bent over and put his forehead against yours as he whispered, “There’s nothing in my head that I wouldn’t want you to know.”
Being this close to Kirishima felt really… intimate. You could feel his warm breath on your face. Strands of red hair that had escaped his ponytail during the struggle tickled your cheeks. You’d be lying to yourself if you said Red Riot wasn’t attractive. And you’d also be lying if you said you had never crushed on him. You could feel your palms start to sweat.
“Are you s-sure?” You asked.
“Yes,” he answered with a smile, then closed his eyes and waited.
You took a deep breath, concentrating and focusing on Kirishima. With his forehead against yours, it was going to be easy to gently reach into his mind and read his thoughts, but you placed your hands on either side of his face anyway as you normally would to read someone’s mind. Slowly, imaginary ants began their march up your arms as you activated your quirk.
His mind opened up to you easily. His most recent memory of the hunter was at the forefront of his thoughts. You could instantly feel the fear he had as he watched you break down. It was fear that something would happen to you. You heard his thoughts as he tried to find a way to fight off his assailant while protecting you. The memory was suddenly pushed aside.
This happened often when someone was trying to hide something from you, but that wasn’t what Kirishima was doing. Instead, you saw a memory from when you first joined him at his agency. You could hear his thoughts as he briefed you and showed you the ropes. He was hopeful. He was, and still is, so sure that you would become an integral part of his agency with Bakugou. And then that memory was also pushed aside to make room for a more recent one.
You saw a memory from one of the many times you had trained together. You could tell this one was as special to him as it was for you. It was the first time you successfully pinned him down in a sparring match. You felt how proud he was of you, how much he believed in you… And something else.
A comfortable warmth flooded your body which was a welcome reprieve from the pain that you had felt earlier. A calming peace settled itself into your heart. Small flashes of memories seen through Kirishima’s eyes came forth:
You giggling at one of his stupid jokes.
You with your tongue poking out of the side of your mouth in concentration hunched over your desk at the agency.
His hand brushing against yours while you walked with him on patrols.
Your hand on his bicep at the bar as you listened to him talk.
Your smile after finishing a hard and sweaty training session.
I am in love with you.
You could hear it in your mind as clear as if Kirishima had spoken the words out loud. You jolted away in surprise, pulling your hands away. You had not expected to hear that in his mind. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to–”
He pulled you back into his arms, not letting you pull away again. “I told you. There’s nothing in my head that I wouldn’t want you to know,” he rasped, his voice full of emotion.
Your heart raced as you looked up at him. His ruby eyes looked into yours and, for the first time, you finally saw the care he had for you in them. The kind that was meant for way more than just a friend. He had wanted you to know how he felt.
“Red–” You started.
“Kirishima. Please.” He chided you softly.
You gave him a small nod, swallowing against the lump in your throat. “Right. Kirishima… I’m not sure what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. I just needed you to know.” He slowly let you go, stepping away as he rubbed the back of his neck. Pink colored his cheeks. “I wanted to tell you sooner, but the world kind of…”
“Went to hell?” You offered humorlessly, already missing the heat from his body being so close to yours.
“Hahaha, yeah. Exactly.” He chuckled nervously. It seemed like his confidence from confessing to you was dwindling after your reaction. You hadn’t meant for it to seem like a rejection. It was just that you needed to have a moment to think. Too much had happened in a short amount of time. …Not to mention you had been crushing on both him and Bakugou for the better part of the two years you had been friends. And to know Kirishima felt the same? Ah, fuck.
“Can I have some time to think about it? What you said, err… thought?” You stumbled over your words. His nervousness might have started to affect you too.
“Take all the time you need. I’m here when you’re ready to talk.”
You nodded and gave him a small smile. Leave it to Kirishima to take your lack of acceptance like a man. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to accept and return those feelings back to him. Afterall, you did really like Kirishima. It’s just that this was pretty much the worst time to date. You know, with the end of the world and all. Plus there were the feelings you had for a certain angry blonde.
“Thank you. Umm, I guess we should get back to the cabin. Bakugou will probably be wondering where we are.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” You noticed a faint blush across his cheeks as he bent over and grabbed your backpack. Instead of handing it to you, he slung it over his shoulder. “Let’s keep this between us for now, okay?”
“Okay.”
The walk back to the cabin wasn’t as uncomfortable as you thought it would be. True to his nature, Kirishima didn’t once try to pressure you about your previous conversation. Instead, he focused on your safety. Kirishima changed the subject easily to talk about your earbuds and what could be done to keep the external intrusive thoughts at bay. He had some good ideas that you thought would be worth exploring. Before you knew it, you were back at the cabin.
Bakugou didn’t seem to be back yet, but Kirishima told you not to worry. He’d go look for him while you took a shower to wash off. You almost declined but looked down at the blood and dirt that had gotten all over you when Kirishima had embraced you. Yep, a shower would be good.
While the cabin’s bathroom was nothing fancy, it sported a large walk-in shower with multiple shower heads. It was nicer than the small shower and tub combo you had back at your apartment. You turned on the water, and once the temperature was to your liking, you turned on the shower heads.
You threw your dirty clothes to the floor and kicked them towards the door, before stepping into the warm stream of water, letting it wash away the grime. Your mind wandered a bit as you tried to forget about what had happened with Kirishima. You just weren’t ready to think about that yet.
As you enjoyed the multiple streams of water, it dawned on you that for a one bedroom cabin, it sure did seem like it was constructed with multiple people in mind… The large walk-in shower, the giant bed. You shook your head, water droplets slinging around the shower as you tried to shake away the thoughts. It had to just be a coincidence.
Although… You had figured Bakugou was a bit of a playboy. Blogs and trash magazine articles were constantly photographing him with his “woman of the week,” perpetuating that he was a serial dater. Not to mention the gorgeous girls that would pay him visits at the agency. Being the Number 2 hero came with its perks you supposed. And that probably included threesomes and the like. Before you could stop yourself, you thought about what a threesome would be like between Bakugou and Kirishima.
No, no, no. We are not even going to think about that. Not now. Not ever. They’re my best friends. And yeah, maybe Kirishima wants to be more than that, but… Bakugou? Come on. I’m definitely not the type of person that he’s usually seen with. I mean, I’m hot as fuck, but he’s never shown any interest other to fuck with me.
You quickly reminded yourself: So what if I’m not his type though? I’m my type.
What if you are his type though?
Another voice tickled the back of your mind.
Well, based on his past flings, I would say that’s a no. You answered yourself back.
But what if?
And then you couldn’t stop the images of Bakugou and Kirishima worshiping your body, kissing your stretch marks, grabbing your hips–
A knock at the bathroom door jarred you from your horny thoughts.
“Yeah?” You called out.
“Ya okay?” It was Bakugou. You let out a sigh of relief. Kirishima found him.
“Yeah, I’m okay. All things considered.” You mumbled the last part to yourself.
“Well, hurry the hell up then, extra. Other people wanna use the shower too.”
You rolled your eyes. Your fantasy went up in smoke as you quickly finished cleaning the dirt and mud from your body. Once done, you shut off the water and wrapped a towel around yourself. You grabbed your phone and your discarded clothes from the floor, not wanting to leave a mess for the next person in line for the shower.
You opened the bathroom door and were met with a sudden wall of resistance that had you almost falling onto your ass. After collecting yourself, you realized you were face to face with someone’s broad chest. You looked up to see red eyes looking your body up and down. Almost… appreciatively?
Bakugou was leaning against the door frame in front of you. He let his eyes slowly roam back up to your face. He smirked at you. That smirk was going to get you in trouble.
What were you just saying? Said the horny voice.
Shut up.
You hid your red face and brushed past him, hitting your shoulder against his side. Since he was so much taller than you, he was a hard one to shoulder check. You could feel his eyes following you as you went to the shared bedroom and kicked the door closed.
You took your time getting dressed, appreciating the limited alone time you had before Bakugou got out of the shower. After putting on a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, you flopped onto the bed and put your phone on the charger. You opened the photo app, and the picture of Kirishima and the cute brown bunny popped up.
It was pretty wild how fast things had happened that morning. Hiking through the woods with Kirishima during the sunrise, breathing in fresh air that you don't get to enjoy that often inside the city, and discovering the curious rabbit that seemed to like Kirishima, all felt as if they had happened yesterday and not just a couple of hours ago
Everything changed so quickly when the hunter stumbled out of the forest. The little bit of peace you had had since leaving Shiozaki in your apartment had been broken. And the way these things were affecting your quirk was perplexing. It wasn’t every time that you encountered them it seemed. Especially if you included the way you felt when Bakugou had picked up Kirishima from the agency, and he was surrounded by them.
The ones that were at the agency only made your quirk’s tell-tale sign of the feeling of ants crawling up your arms appear. Whenever you used your quirk, you would get this feeling of “ants,” kind of like when your arm would fall asleep if you laid on it too long. You were never sure how to describe it to other people other than the “marching ants” analogy.
Skiozaki had been your first encounter with your quirk becoming uncontrollable in the presence of a victim of the nomu’s quirk, Necromancer. The thoughts and physical sensations had been pretty overwhelming, but you had been able to gain some control back long enough to defend yourself. Everything stopped once Shiozaki it had met its final fate at the hands of the softball bat.
But the one that was in the woods this morning? Its thoughts were so loud, and its pain was excruciating. Even if they could no longer feel pain once they rose from the dead, it was apparent that you could feel whatever pain they should have been feeling. You rubbed your chest as you recalled the pain you felt. The hunter’s chest must have been ripped open by hungry hands before he turned into a monster.
You closed out the photo of Kirishima and the rabbit and opened the note app on your phone. You wanted to type out everything that had happened so far, how it affected your quirk, and how it affected the control of your quirk. You needed to find something that would help you survive. You wouldn’t be useless again.
You weren’t sure how long you had been laying in bed and typing notes into your phone about the monsters and your quirk when a knock came at the door.
“Can we come in?” It was Kirishima. You could only surmise that Bakugou must have been with him since he used the word “we.”
“Yep!” You answered, putting your phone down on the nightstand closest to you and scooting to the edge of the bed so you could sit up more attentively.
Kirishima opened the door, letting a freshly showered Bakugou in first. Kirishima followed him in, his hair still wet from his own shower and his chest bare. Now you were wondering how long you had been sitting in the bedroom if both of them had time to shower and change clothes.
Which begged the question… “How did you get clothes without coming into the bedroom?”
“Still had some in my bag from when we left the city. I let Shitty Hair borrow the other pants I packed,” said Bakugou.
“Well, I was the only one who didn’t get to go home and pack so I’m kinda at your mercy here. I can wear your clothes or walk around here naked. Your choice.” Kirishima shot back with a friendly smile. His joke wasn’t meant to be taken sexually but you couldn’t help but flashback to the fantasy you had in the shower. You didn’t have long to think about it though thankfully.
Bakugou eyed Kirishima as he leaned against the dresser. “...Anyway.” He then turned his attention to you. “We need to talk about what happened earlier.”
You held up your hands to stop him from continuing. “Hang on. First, I need to apologize. I really fucked up out there, and I could have gotten all of us hurt. Or worse.”
Kirishima sighed. “We already talked about–”
Bakugou cut in before Kirishima could finish. “What are you talking about? You couldn’t help that they affect your quirk like that.”
“I know! But…” You turned towards the blonde nervously. There was a question you had been dying to ask ever since you got back to the cabin. “H-how did you know about the music?”
Bakugou rolled his eyes at you and crossed his arms. “You told me, idiot.”
“When?”
This time Kirishima answered. “That time we went out drinking after that kidnapping case. We were trading childhood stories. You told us about how music was the only thing that helped you with your quirk when you were a kid.”
You vaguely remembered that. Kirishima’s memory of you at the bar, your hand on his bicep, flashed in your mind. You couldn’t believe you told them something so private. Well, it ended up working in your favor. Who knows what would have happened if Bakugou hadn’t shown up. “I kind of remember that I think.”
Bakugou smirked devilishly as he recalled why exactly your memory of that night was hazy. “You were pretty tipsy.”
“Ah, fuck…” You slapped your palm on your forehead. “I hope I didn’t say anything else embarrassing.”
Kirishima chuckled. “Nah, you were fine.”
Bakugou shook his head, his smirk becoming wider. “I dunno… you were kinda handsy.” He bit his lip a little. “You couldn’t talk to me or Kirishima without touching us.”
What is he doing right now? Is he flirting with me or making fun of me?
Regardless of whether or not Bakugou was openly flirting with you or fucking with you, you felt incredibly embarassed. You didn’t usually do things like that. And you were a very light drinker. You should have known better.
You groaned. “Please say you are joking.”
“Well, I didn’t think it was a bad thing…” Kirishima shrugged and avoided your eyes as he confessed.
Bakugou quickly interjected to correct himself. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing. Just embarrassing. For her. Not for me. I couldn’t care less.”
So he is making fun of me. Asshole. I’m gonna wipe that smirk off his face…
You finally waved your hands in front of you. Maybe if you did it hard enough, the realization of learning that you put your hands on not one but two attractive Pro Heroes would disappear. “Stop, stop, stop. We’re getting off topic.”
Bakugou’s smirk slowly dropped, but he nodded in agreement. “Right. So we need to figure out a way to stop you from losing control of your quirk around those things. Kirishima and I already know how your quirk works, but we need to know what makes things different when you come in contact with the necromancer victims.”
You took a deep breath and grabbed your phone from the nightstand. “I took some notes on my phone.” You pulled open your notes app and began reading from the screen.
You mentioned how you have been affected in varying degrees based on three encounters so far. Shiozaki left you still able to react, even if it was delayed. You didn’t get much other than the feeling of your quirk activating when around the ones at the agency when Bakugou picked up Kirishima. And then there was the hunter from today which debilitated you.
Kirishima sat on the bed, not too far from you as he asked, “So what are you getting from their minds? Like what are they thinking?”
“Mostly that they are hungry and in pain,” you explained, your hand going to your chest as you recalled the pain you felt there from the hunter.
Hearing their thoughts genuinely made you feel sad. Well, you felt sad after the fact. It was hard to actually have any coherent thoughts in the moment when you were in pain and your mind had become an echo chamber for their feelings.
“I really doubt it’s physical pain. That one from this morning should have gone down the first time I hit it. It took us breaking its neck for it to finally stop,” Kirishima remembered.
Bakugou agreed, his brows furrowing as he voiced his thoughts out loud to the two of you. “Since they’re no longer human, it makes sense that their thoughts are as primitive as they are. Maybe the pain is coming from hunger and not whatever wounds they’ve sustained.”
“Do you think it hurts coming back from the dead like that?” You wondered quietly. You thought of Shiozaki and how much pain she had been in. And it wasn’t pain that was isolated to the side of her ribcage which had been bloody when she stumbled into the apartment.
Not she, it. That wasn’t Shiozaki anymore.
“Maybe, but until we have more information, I think it’s safe to say they don’t feel any physically-inflicted pain,” Bakugou answered matter-of-factly.
That was something that had been bothering you all this time, but you hadn’t been sure how to talk about it. You cleared your throat as you prepared to drop a bomb on them. “Well, there’s something else that I haven’t dealt with before as well.”
“What is it?” Kirishima asked, scooting closer to you on the bed, his eyes following you with concern.
“I… I think I can feel their physical pain,” You began. You looked between the two men, but they waited for you to continue. You did so, hesitantly. “Like the hunter. Its chest was torn open. I felt as if my chest was also torn open. The pain was… incredible.” You rubbed at your chest again.
Kirishima shuddered at the memory of the hunter and its gory chest. “No wonder you couldn’t move. Fucking hell.” You hummed in agreement.
Bakugou’s brow furrowed and his carmine eyes hardened as he studied you. It made you shiver to be under such a scrutinous gaze. “I’m trying to figure out why you would feel their pain if we’re moving forward with the theory that they don’t feel physical pain.”
You shrugged and pulled your knees up to your chest, making yourself as small as you could. “I’m still trying to understand it myself. I haven’t lost control of my quirk like this since I was a kid.”
“Maybe you’re not losing control.”
Kirishima surprised you with that. You tilted your head in confusion as you looked at the redhead. “What do you mean?”
Instead of answering you, Kirishima asked, “Isn't it hard for you to read someone’s mind if they are mentally closed off or are trying to mislead you with other thoughts? Like they are trying to have some control over what you see and hear when you use your quirk.”
“Yeah, it takes more energy for me to read someone’s mind or look at their memories when they put up a fight. Some people have a stronger mental wall than others. Others aren’t as mentally strong, and I’m able to get in without a lot of fuss despite the wall they’ve put up.”
“When is it the easiest to read someone’s thoughts? Didn’t you say you could sometimes hear someone’s thoughts without trying from several feet away? What was it like when you were a kid and you read people’s minds without meaning to?” Kirishima seemed almost excited as he put his theory together with the answers you were giving him.
“Slow down, dumbass. You’re asking too many questions at once.” Bakugou demanded as he reprimanded Kirishima.
“Whew… Okay. One at a time.” You said, trying not to laugh. “It’s easiest to read someone’s thoughts when they’re inebriated or are open to letting me in.” You noticed Kirishima’s ears turn red as you both remembered what happened in the woods between the two of you.
You pushed on though. “And yes, there are times when I can hear someone’s thoughts from several feet away. I’m not entirely sure why this happens sometimes but the thing that they all seemed to have in common was that they all had some very loud personalities. They were loud in person so they were loud inside their minds.”
Kirishima nodded as if he was taking mental notes. “And when you were a kid?”
“When I first got my quirk, like a lot of children, I couldn’t control it. It pretty much stayed activated on some level. Not enough to keep me exhausted on a daily basis, but enough that it made it very difficult for me to concentrate. It was like being at a party in a room full of people and being able to hear all of their conversations at once.”
“And that’s where the earbuds came in!” Kirishima exclaimed excitedly as if the puzzle pieces were starting to fit together for him.
You nodded. “Yeah. Being able to listen to music helped me concentrate enough to turn off my quirk. I still like to listen to music when I want to focus on something, but it wasn’t needed as much. Until now…”
Before Kirishima could launch into any more questions, Bakugou began to explain. “I think I know where this idiot is going with this. What comes back in the bodies of the people affected by the necromancer quirk still have human brains. Without the consciousness to stop it, they can’t help but basically broadcast their thoughts. You’re just the unlucky fuck who has to hear it.”
“Yes! Exactly!” Kirishima clapped his hands together, feeling proud that Bakugou got his theory almost immediately. “So now, we need to help you block out their thoughts. I’m not sure what we can do about you feeling their physical pain, but we can train you while you wear your earbuds until you’re able to completely block them out.”
“Train me how?”
Bakugou slowly pushed himself away from the dresser as he stood up to his full height and answered your question himself. “If we have to fight ‘em, and we will, we need to train you to fight without you being able to hear. And,” he looked over at Kirishima. “We all need to learn how to communicate without her being able to hear us.”
Kirishima nodded, chewing his bottom lip. He stood up as well. “I’m going to brainstorm some ideas. Now that my gears are turning, I think I can find a way to make this work.” He quickly exited the bedroom to find a pen and notebook.
You and Bakugou watched him go. Bakugou began to follow him out but you quickly grabbed his arm. He didn’t pull away like you had expected. Instead he stopped and looked down at you, a brow quirked up in confusion.
“By the way… I wanted to say thank you.”
“For what?” He asked, genuinely unsure of what you were referring to.
“The music. You and Kirishima saved me, but you’re the one who thought about giving me my earbuds.”
“Pshh. It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. I didn’t think you…” You trailed off and let go of his arm. You wrapped your arms around your legs again and looked away. Part of you felt guilty for thinking that Bakugou was a careless person. He was just so hard to read sometimes. He cared, but it was in his own way.
“Cared enough to remember?” He questioned as if he was the one with the mind reading quirk.
“Something like that,” you replied softly.
He sat down next to you on the bed, the mattress dipping low under his weight. His warm, calloused hand turned your face towards his. He looked into your eyes as he responded. “I care. More than you know.”
Before you could respond, he got up and left the room without another word. Even if you did have time to respond though, you weren’t sure what to say. Seeing the softer side of Bakugou was rare. You’d only gotten glimpses of that side of him maybe a handful of times during the two years that you’ve gotten to know him.
You believed him though. He was hot-headed, had the mouth of a sailor, and was rough around the edges, but he had always been sincere when it mattered. What else was under that tough exterior, you wondered? And more importantly, did you want to find out?
Your heart was beginning to feel torn. There was Kirishima who was the sweetest and kindest person in the whole world. And yes, you had feelings for him and had for awhile. But you also had feelings for Bakugou. You never planned on acting on either crush, and you never expected for those feelings to be reciprocated by either of them.
You knew where Kirishima stood. You had a loose idea of where Bakugou stood, but you couldn’t be sure. And then… there was you… firmly in the middle. Dating either Pro Hero would surely cause a rift in your friendships. Maybe it was best not to act on anything yet.
Unless you could make the impossible happen: being with both Kirishima and Bakugou.
You rolled your eyes at yourself and flopped backward on the bed. Who were you kidding? Like that could ever happen….
․° ☣ °․If we can’t find heaven, I’ll walk through Hell with you ․° ☣ °․
synopsis: your boyfriend looks so good whenever you’re on top that it makes you shy. when are you ever shy?! you wanna sort this out asap or you ride bakugou trying to figure out which position feels best
what’s coming up: 18+, a whole load of smut this is lowkey pwp. p in v, riding, multiple positions, making out, head (f receiving), established relationship, overstimulation (m)
notes: antm title. listen i can’t explain what happened to me. needs another proofread i think.
you mention this one night wrapped in katsuki’s arms about to go to sleep. you’re doing the compulsory three minute spoon until you both pull away and get comfortable at your respective sides of his bed.
this time it’s you spooning him, your leg over his hip, your arm around his waist. you rub your lips over his shoulder and sniff his hair.
“i really want to get better at being on top.” you mumble into his skin, eyes not yet adjusted to the darkness around you.
katsuki shifts his head on the silk pillowcase. you told him to change fabrics to protect his hair (you really meant yours) and he listened, new ivory cases the next time you saw him.
“hah?” it’s a quiet one, not like his usual booming loud ones that hit the back of your eardrum.
“i never feel like i know what i’m doing when i’m on top and i get so shy. i am literally never shy! ever. then you just end up doing the work.” you whine, “i want to be able to be on top and do it well. make us both feel good.”
katsuki breathes in through his nose and out his mouth. you’re having a conversation with him. about sex yes, but this isn’t you offering to have sex now. despite this, the blood rushes to his cock by simply imagining you riding him to oblivion. your head thrown back as your hips grind down on him.
it is true. he’s never seen you shy in any other part of your life or relationship. usually during sex, you’re confident and excited. hell, you’re okay with walking around his apartment naked. but for some reason, you sitting on his cock, legs straddling his waist makes you shy in a way bakugou doesn’t understand.
after making out you’d mumble to him that you want to be on top but as soon as he slides inside of you, katsuki will just look at you and your whole body flushes with heat. it has you mumbling under your breath, trying to look away from him but then his hands are on your thighs and he’s softly cooing at you. compliments about how you feel around him and how pretty you look on top.
which leads to you either leaning forward to cover his eyes with your hand, covering his whole face with your hand so he can’t talk either or just whining that you can’t do it and he needs to take over.
he shuffles around so he’s facing you, your minty breath on his face. he gives you three soft pecks, catching your lips with every brush.
“hm no, don’t give a fuck about me in this. if you feel good, i feel good.” he whispers and it makes you tighten your leg around his waist, your crotch against his lower stomach.
he’s noticed how shy you get on top. the frustration. if he’s honest he thinks it’s adorable. at the beginning of your relationship it was him stuttering like an idiot, overthinking everything he did and assuming every text from you was going to be ‘it’s not you, it’s me.’ which would mostly mean it was him all along.
bakugou is also an idiot for how you beg for him to take over, crawling into his mouth for a kiss. covering his eyes so he can’t see how your breasts bounce and how insanely sweet you look slotted over him. you, all of you, shaking and trembling as he thrusts up. but although he’s into this rare shy version of you, if you want to work on not being so like that, he’ll be there.
his ruby eyes are so caring, a little frown on his face like he’s urging you to understand.
“i do want to make you feel good though,” you rub your palm against his bare chest, feeling every breath he takes. “be in control over the pace.”
“y’can look at me and i feel good. tomorrow we’ll try. see what position has you comin’ over my cock.”
you smile, “i’ll put it in my diary.”
he gives you a kiss, rubbing his nose against yours after, “why d’you feel shy for? ‘s just me.”
that has you slamming your own eyes shut in refusal. laying on your back to sigh into the ceiling.
“because of you. you’re all…,” you wave your hands in the darkness for a terrible explanation. “and the pressure. you’re usually in control.”
that’s true, he is unless you’re giving him head. “i’m what?”
you open your eyes and stare at him. “you make me all shy. staring at me like that while you’re literally inside me and you’re all… big and sexy and i’m so exposed and now i need to make you come while you look like that.”
bakugou grins like you just proposed. the sight of him below you, usually with an aroused dopey smirk, always saying what’s on his mind. the sweat across his forehead or the worst, when he lays on his forearm behind his head without a care in the world. like it’s an everyday occurrence that women sit on his dick and you’re next. it turns you on more than you can admit, it makes you feel like a shy virgin being naked in front of a boy for the first time.
along with the thick cock pressing against your warmest points, it’s too overwhelming for you.
“big and sexy?”
you roll your eyes, “that’s all you heard?”
“y’know i love when you’re on top. happy to do whatever you want,” he chuckles boyishly and the big arm that haunts you, wraps around your waist to drag you into his body. “like i wasn’t shittin’ myself when we fucked for the first time. lookin’ up at me like your life depended on a hard fuck.”
you guys dated for two months before you got intimate. to say you were going crazy for a single touch from this man, would be an understatement.
“no i wasn’t! but you look cocky and mean in a sexy way,” you gasp looking at him, “you look like dynamight. tv dynamight.”
tv dynamight is an alternate version of dynamight and your usual boyfriend bakugou katsuki. tv dynamight is the one you see snappily answering after fight interviews or smirking when the crowd cheers for him or rolling his eyes when he’s on a talk show and he gets a stupid question. you never get this version of him, he’s so much softer and love struck with you. doesn’t mean you don’t love watching it.
bakugou frowns, “i just look at you and say you look good. that sounds like a bad thing.”
“did you miss me saying you look sexy? so sexy it gets me feeling like an idiot.” you cross your arms under the covers. “i just want to be good at it. able to make you come like that.”
as much as he loves you still feeling nervous around him, he wants to get to the bottom of this.
“we’re sortin’ this tomorrow.”
having planned sex is a whole different game than simply assuming you’ll have sex tonight or having it spontaneously. it includes you turning up at bakugou’s apartment, more excited than usual, flinging your overnight bag on the ground and your arms around his neck.
“i watched a few videos and read articles on how to be comfortable and i did a few stretches at home,” you say, kissing him hello and katsuki has to blink into realisation.
your conversation before bed. he’s been thinking about having you tonight all day that part of him believed it was all his imagination. he kisses you back, then your cheek.
“y’look pretty,” you’re in a matching comfy pink gym set. he doesn’t know the last time you went to the gym but you always ask him to buy you these expensive ass sets. “and wait, you stretched to prepare?”
he chuckles bubbly, grabbing your bag off the floor. you pout immediately, “don’t laugh at me. i’m trying here! all you have to do is lay back.”
“i’m not laughin’ at you, baby. i love you,” he grins, “i’d never laugh.”
but you’re clenching your teeth, looking away at the dinner he’s started preparing for you both. ah, this evening he’s got his sensitive girlfriend. perhaps this was a bigger deal than you originally made it out to be.
“maybe i shouldn’t—,”
“no, we are. it was just fuckin’ adorable, i should have had a wank before you came so i don’t bust as soon as you’re naked.”
he walks into his bedroom to plop your bag on the floor and you follow behind.
“you do that?”
“i used to when we started datin’. meant i’d last longer. the fact we planned this i should have done my prep.”
his last syllable is cut off when you lay your lips over his, tugging the end of his white tee so he pulls it off.
“don’t expect this to be good, i’m just trying and testing tonight, okay?” you mumble and just as quick as usual, katsuki hardens in his basketball shorts.
the idea of being your test dummy, your experiment while you ride him, sounds like a fantasy to him. it’s true that you’d ask to be on top usually and then upon not being able to find your groove, you give up. then katsuki will grab your ass cheeks and slide you up and down like you weigh a feather.
“sounds sexy, baby,” he groans, nibbling down your neck and in turn, being rewarded with sweet gasps from you. “get naked for me.”
bakugou lays back in the centre of his bed butt naked and hard as a rock while you sit on your knees beside him, also butt naked.
“sit on my face,” he orders.
“no! treat this seriously.”
“i’m so fuckin’ serious, c’mon. you say you need to get comfortable, you’re always comfortable on my face. maybe i needa make you come first.”
he doesn’t know what the hell he’s saying, he just knows you're wet right now and he wants a taste.
it does sway you a little. thinking about the videos you’ve seen and articles you’ve read. educational ones! some being porn also. stretching your hips is necessary and it’s not that you’re uncomfortable around your boyfriend, just being on top, shyness takes over.
his hand drifts up your thighs, then your soft stomach before squeezing your breast. you see katsuki twitch out the corner of your eye. your mouth waters at the sight of him. always so pretty, thick and long, dead weight on his stomach. only from some kissing and being naked together.
“we could sixty nine?”
he grabs your hips, dragging you closer and manoeuvring you so you’re sitting on his upper chest. he can smell you from here, he’s sure pre is leaking from him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
“we’re focusin’ on you.”
“says the one begging to eat me out.”
katsuki’s smiles always drive you crazy, mostly because they’re always dedicated to you. the world gets his smirks and as sexy as they are, it’s never a genuinely excited smile. especially over the prospect of having you on his face.
his gold tooth catches the warm lamp light and he reaches to kiss your thigh, “you’re so close now. can smell ya.”
before you can let the intimacy overwhelm you, you sit up on your knees and carefully slot your pussy over your lover's face.
katsuki only needed one session with you to be good at eating you out. an annoying thing about him is how he’s simply good at everything, whilst you, after months of dating, still need to work on things. you think about the sex positive podcasts you’ve listened to recently and it’s true, not everything is going to work out of the box. you’re two completely different people coming together. in both ways.
but katsuki, he always knew exactly what to do to get you trembling. it’s firstly his enthusiasm. probably the biggest turn on. how he clutches your thighs like someone’s about to take you away. the meat of your legs will definitely have an imprint after this. how he closes his eyes and moans into you. rocks your hips into his face as his tongue laps up everything you are.
like a man starved, his death row meal and he’s asked for you on a platter. he sucks on your clit and opens his eyes to see you lean over to grab the headboard. watching your tits and how they shake at every movement he makes. katsuki loves to talk but because his mouth is preoccupied, you just get vibrations through you along with the accompanying moans and groans he can’t help.
“fuck, y’taste… so fuckin’—,” is all he can manage, sticking his tongue down your centre and licking as much as he can.
“‘tsuki, so good,” you cry, you meet his eyes and your whole body heats up to boiling temperature. his ruby pupils are narrowed, as if he’s testing you to come now, on his face.
you grind your hips on him, following wherever feels good. he slaps your ass and you mewl. “i’m gonna, baby, i need to come.”
since he can’t speak even if he wanted to, you do as you please, coming all over katsuki’s face. your body trembles as he swipes up every drop that comes out of you, keeping you still so you don’t fall off. you clench your eyes shut, wailing loud enough that in any other part of the city, you’d have angry neighbours.
you flop onto the bed beside katsuki, as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. you’re quick to give him a cuddle, basking in the come down of your orgasm.
“good, baby?” he asks, rubbing your back slowly.
you nod against him, stuffing your face in his armpit as you catch your breath.
“how are you so good at that?”
bakugou laughs, chest swelling with pride, “‘m just passionate.”
after counting to three in your head you get up slowly, biting down on your lip.
“you wanna take another second?”
“no! and i think you were right. the orgasm helped.”
you swing your leg over bakugou’s thighs to straddle him. carefully you take hold of his cock, flicking your wrist up and down him.
katsuki reaches his arm behind his head to lay on his forearm. everything about the man is sex. the massive biceps, his flushed face. how he kneads your thigh to check you’re still there with his eyes shut.
“just like that, babygirl,” he grunts, “been thinking about this since you mentioned it. horny all goddamn day.”
you smile at him, “thinking of me in your meetings?”
you squeeze the base of his cock, your other hand coming in to rub his balls in your palm. his hips jolt into your hands, chasing every movement.
“i always fuckin’ am. b-but you on top, ridin’ the shit outta me.”
you moan without meaning to, “i want to do that for you.”
bakugou’s eyes slid open, “today is about you. findin’ out how you like it.” he pulls your hands off him and you pout. “sit on me and start movin’.”
“yes, sir,” you say playfully but it only makes bakugou exhale shakily, blinking away any newfound arousal.
he holds your hips, as you angle his cock into you. you’re already soaked from what he did to you, so he slides in like a dream, bottoming out completely.
“oh fuck,” you curse, planting your hands flat on his chest. staying still feels good, you feel him everywhere, prodding your softest parts, your walls sucking him in like he belongs there. but you know it could feel better, you just need to work out how.
“i wanna fuck into you. didn’t realise how hard this shit would be for me,” he groans, adjusting the pillow behind his head.
you blink away the horny fog the best you can. he’s still got your shine on his chin and he’s staring at you like he’s a second away from taking over. swinging you so you lay flat so he can take control. you feel his gaze on every part of your body, the focus on your soft stomach then where you meet between your legs. what gets you most is how he focuses on your face as if he’s recording every expression and exhale. the clear proof of him being so into you, the smirk rising onto his cheeks at the position you’ve got him in.
the fact he’s so into you, whilst looking like an adonis statue in an art gallery, makes you so shy.
“s-so last time i just grinded on you but i didn't feel anything? i watched a few videos on how to bounce on you without aching.” you try to look away from him, but it just has you staring at his chest. littered with these gorgeous scars. his golden body that can protect you and the country. you have to close your eyes.
“you’re watchin’ porn without me?”
you and bakugou have never watched porn together with the aim to come. sometimes you’d send him a video of something you wanna try but that’s all.
“for research! and some girls on tiktok helped.”
“okay, babygirl. do your thing, pretend i’m not here lookin’ big and sexy.”
“shut up,” you mumble, firstly planting your feet into the mattress by his hips and keeping your hands flat on bakugou’s chest to begin bouncing on his cock.
it’s a position you’ve never tried, one that always embarrassed you to imagine getting into and moving like so. you’re grateful for your stretch beforehand because bakugou glides in and out like butter. it’s more intense than just sitting on him, your body is squashed and he knows he’s gonna be using this image to get himself off till the end of time.
“oh, oh…,” you whine, tits smushed, stomach clenched to focus on what feels best. “i like this. feels good, baby.”
bakugou clenches his teeth. he can see you suck him up with every bounce, your thighs wet, so is his length. he could come like this alone if you moan any louder.
“you comfortable?” he asks, “you look insane, babygirl. can’t believe this… i could come.”
“don’t!” you squeal, whines flowing out of you without meaning to, “my knees are hurting.”
“i can help,” bakugou thrusts his hips up into you and he’s about to thrust you down into him, like what he usually does once you give up.
“no, no, let me try something else.”
without pulling off him completely, you press your knees into the bed and lean all your weight onto your left side. you begin to bounce again, up and down, up and down.
you fling your head back, mostly from the burn switching from your knees to your thighs.
bakugou’s obsessed with whatever position you get yourself in, “doin’ so good, princess.”
that has you looking at him, leaning forward for a kiss. he meets it without thought, biting down on your bottom lip when you pull away.
“i am?”
he nods rapidly, swearing under his breath. he’s got a layer of sweat on his forehead even though he’s barely done anything. forcing himself to not move is more exerting than just moving.
“yeah, baby. feels like torture though, not gonna lie to you.” he squeezes the fat of your hips, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds.
you switch your weight onto your right knee, sighing in delight, wetness leaking from you. your bodies are getting louder now, the slap of your skin against his. graphic with the white ring forming around bakugou’s cock.
“now you know how i feel when you won’t let me come,” you whisper and he’s about to lean in to bite your lip as a punishment but you rotate around so your back is facing him.
you’ve never tried reverse cowgirl before but you can already predict how katsuki will feel about it. bakugou’s least favourite position. you know this because he always goes on about how he loves to see your face. your sweet loverboy. but equally one of his favourites because it’s a front row view of your rippling ass every time you slap down on him. it’s enough to make him come, a few bounces and he’s done. it’s also a good break to not have to think about him staring at you. the number one tip for other shy girls on that blog site you read.
you forward, grabbing his knees and for a second you can barely move.
“princess?” bakugou asks, caressing your ass slowly. “you okay?”
“i can feel you in my stomach,” his cockhead nudges against your insides, somehow further than you’ve ever felt before. why the hell haven’t you tried this before?
bakugou sits up on his forearm, sneaking his hand to your stomach, “does it hurt? you wanna pull off?”
you shake your head, then you remember he can’t see you well. you moan, grinding back into him. you can’t be quiet, can barely make out a coherent word either. you’re between crying and moaning, soft breaths of “‘tsuki,” and another wail.
“so good, fuck, i’m gonna die,” you gasp and the warmth in your stomach bundles together and tightens. you ignore the burn in your knees, focusing on the obscene amount of pleasure that bursts under your skin. you reach between your legs to play with your clit, slow circular rubs to make everything last as long as possible.
katsuki gets where you are now. the idea of you using him like a toy is what had him boiling all day. you’re moving on your own accord, focusing on yourself and what feels good. he begins to help, meeting your thrusts just so you scream louder.
“cmon, baby,” he says behind gritted teeth, “let me hear ya, louder for me.”
bakugou’s strict with his thrusts, obsessed with how your body shakes when it comes into contact with his. how his thighs are equally soaked and the fact that you’re both leaking onto his bedsheets. he keeps moving and before he knows it, only hearing your whines, he comes inside you.
jolting harshly, a hand on your hip bone to keep you close while he comes. it has you looking back at him with a frown.
“s-sorry, i couldn’t fuckin’—,” he’s gasping for air, back arched off the bed. he holds you down and you’re grinning like you’ve won a prize. “fuck, holy shit.”
“you came.”
delight blossoms inside of you, your body burning for your own release. katsuki looks exhausted. red cheeks, sweat coating his forehead. he genuinely looks pissed that he came. you look at the mess between your legs, so much come.
he grunts in annoyance, “i didn’t mean to i—,”
but he’s cut off as you face him again, ignoring all the liquids spilling out. you plant your feet by his head and lean back, your hands on his knees.
“touch my clit for me,” you ask politely and bakugou does what he’s told, mentally preparing himself for the overstimulation about to come.
you begin bouncing again, using your hands to guide your body up and down, rolling your hips to grind to hit a specific spot. all the shyness you ever felt before has evaporated, simply following your body to catch whatever feels good.
bakugou on the other hand, feels as if he’s about to pass out. if it’s the squelch in the air, the sight of your pussy drenched and his cock soaked. your pubic hair has strings of his come and his lower stomach has a shine to it. his cock is still hard, aching, twitching in painful flicks of pleasure. but there’s no way he could say no, not with you looking practically angelic.
you’re in your own world with your little mumbles, your whines that sound troubled but are anything but. he’s not sure how he can have you in any other position but on top after this. you ride him like you own him, like he’s yours to play with and use to relax. your breasts are soft, nipples perked to the ceiling and as he rolls his thumb against your clit, he knows you’re ready to come any second now.
“oh my god, katsuki.” you make those odd grunting sounds that make bakugou leak, “faster, w-why haven’t we done this before?”
you say in a rush and bakugou obeys, speeding up his rubs on your clit.
“this is all we’re gonna do now, huh?”
you hum, pace slowing as the burn of your knees radiates.
“lettin’ you ride my cock while i come early like a fuckin’ teenager,” he moans, frowning harshly because he’s too sensitive now, way too sensitive.
bakugou takes matters into his own hands, especially once you whine for him, “help me, ‘tsuki.”
you lift your head up to lock eyes with him. you’re fucking crying. tears down your cheeks, “i love you so much.”
he thrusts into you, meaning you no longer need to strain your body anymore. he moves you for your own pleasure, sliding you up and down, mimicking how you were moving and he’s ready to come again.
“nah, you love my cock. tell me you do.”
it takes only a second for you to reply, stretching your arms straight, your back arched so bakugou can see all the beautiful curves of your breasts and waist. he bites back his bearish groans, this is way too much for him right now. he thinks hes about to come again.
“l-love your cock so much. feels like heaven, like i’m gonna split open,” you babble, “love it so much, ‘tsuki.”
“my good fuckin’ girl, usin’ me like this. love you so much, princess,” he hums and before you can even catch yourself, after all the noise tonight, your orgasm is a silent one.
these strained gasps come from your throat as you lean forward, your whole body tensing. you don’t mean to dig your nails into his chest, but bakugou welcomes the pain especially when he orgasms again, loud enough for you both.
he growls into the air as you hold yourself up over him, open mouthed, tears falling from your eyes.
you can barely contain yourself, your body still bouncing as he continues thrusting his hips. everything is lewd, the stained bedsheets and the trail of sweat down your breasts. the sound of your ass hitting his balls only draws out your orgasm, your bodies soaked with each other.
“oh my god, oh my god,” you whisper. you stare at your boyfriend in shock as he slows down and wraps his arms around your body to drag you to his chest. “we’ve never… it’s never felt like that before.”
you can feel him pulsating inside of you and your walls are hot around him.
you both breathe, catching your breaths, plastered to each other.
“you’ve got me fucked,” his chuckle is dry, but you shuffle to get comfortable and bakugou yelps. “don’t fuckin’ move. please.”
you smile, pressing kisses into his chest until you realise what you’ve done. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to…”
you trail off, lightly brushing your thumb over the red scratches over katsuki’s chest. bakugou’s half lidded eyes catch yours, grabs your hand to kiss the centre of your palm.
“it felt good, princess. needed any distraction to ignore your warm pussy.” he pouts his lips and you happily meet his, “you confident bein’ on top now?”
bakugou twitches inside of you, “yeah. i know what to do now.”
“you looked…,” and he doesn’t know how to describe you. but you’re patiently waiting for an answer. if anyone likes to be complimented more than him, it’s you, “like a goddamn angel. thought you were gonna kill me.”
“i’d never,” your eyes droop, ready for an evening nap. “you need to pull out now.”
bakugou sighs, “this is gonna be a mess to clean up and my dick aches.”
“i’m sore too!”
bakugou rolls his eyes but he knows he’s going to be kissing your knees and thighs any minute now.
“still want me to cook dinner or order in?” he asks, pushing you on your back to slowly slide out of you.
you whine softly as he does, not used to the feeling of not being full. you almost want to sit back on him, clamp your legs around him and never let him go.
“fuck,” bakugou grunts, then he sees your pout. “after dinner.”
your eyes light up, “really?”
“you’re goddamn insatiable.”
“it’s just there’s one more position, well two, i want to try with you sitting up and me laying down.”
he climbs off the bed to grab a clean flannel from his en-suite. “you wanna break me, huh?” he calls.
you giggle, “no, i just wanna know how it’ll feel and the website i found has loads of positions we haven’t tried.”
you have the audacity to look innocent while he wipes your legs with the damp flannel. then your lower stomach and very lightly between your legs.
“you should have told me earlier i would have booked tomorrow off work.” he kisses your knee, “we can do whatever you want. until you get all achy.”
there’s no doubt he’d be able to get hard again for you, especially looking this eager about trying a new way to have sex with him.
you nod softly, running your hand down his face, “can you still cook? i want your udon noodles.”
if it was up to bakugou he’d order in. he’s way too tired to cook for you right now and still have energy to have sex again after. he had a whole patrol and training earlier today too.
but one thing bakugou has always struggled with since he met you, is the ability to say no. especially not when you sit up and grab the flannel from him to slowly swipe across his stomach and then his softened cock.
brother’s best friend!bakugou who begrudgingly gives you a ride home from work one afternoon (but he really doesn’t mind, even if he’ll never admit it).
who makes a show of groaning and rolling his eyes when he sees the way you perk up at the sight of the sprawling sunflower farm that he’s about to pass.
who acts put out when you look over at him with eyes that are clearly asking him to pull over.
who does a horrible job at acting like he’s just checking his phone while he snaps a shot of you standing before a sunny sea of golden yellow, turning back to look at him, caught mid-laugh. it makes his stupid heart fumble.
(“they remind me of you”)
he wants to argue that there’s nothing about him that resembles a goddamn flower. he shoves a wad of bills in the hand of the kid who’s selling bouquets out of a bucket near the entrance instead, grumbling when you light up as he unceremoniously waves it at you.
(he spends the drive home pretending he’s not watching your soft smile out of the corner of his eye.)
(pretending he didn’t take the long way home just to pass that stupid farm in the first place.)
hellooo this is me reminding u to write about sleepy bkg leaving ur apartment at night and begging for more kisses 🫡🫡
GO HOME! (2.5k)
— bakugou katsuki x reader
your boyfriend doesn’t want to go home.
cw: suggestive, swearing, pretty tame
“i can hear you not putting your shoes on!” you shout from your kitchen, refilling up your water bottle by your sink.
it’s nearing eleven pm on a weekday and you’re nearing the end of your bedtime routine. after finishing your final session of tussling in bed with your boyfriend, you sleepily got to showering and doing your skincare while bakugou was tasked to go back home.
you’re screwing your lid back onto your bottle, bag of popcorn under one arm as you step into your foyer. you find your boyfriend slumped in your chair for putting shoes on, doing exactly not that.
bakugou katsuki is in his thick grey socks, a random pair of black joggers he left at your flat and his oversized khaki hoodie. he looks handsome, always does, but this time he’s appearing a little disheveled. a flower wilting as the clouds begin hiding the sun.
you’re his precious sun with the energy to keep him happy and at peace, till he’s forcefully pulled from your grip.
his hoodie is unzipped, the right side awkwardly longer than the left from being dragged on in a tantrum. his white tee underneath is creased from yanking it over his head with a guttural sigh. he’s even got a water stain on it from hovering over you when you washed your face in the bathroom.
he’s got his head in his hands, legs spread with his travel duffle by his feet. he hasn’t even managed to grab his shoes off your neatly organised rack by your door.
you potter over to him, shaking your head softly with a sweet coo.
bakugou does not want to go home.
“baby. go,” you hum, dragging your slippered feet across your floor.
you tuck your body between his open legs, putting down your bottle and snacks to lightly tickle under his chin. you receive the harshest glare you’ve ever experienced from him, though it’s still miles below the ones he gives at work.
calloused hands find the bare backs of your soft thighs and lightly, he squeezes.
“you fuckin’ hate me,” he huffs, but his pout comes through. all his features softening under your attention, minus the twist in his brows. “gettin’ rid of me like this.”
you don’t miss the hickies on his neck, two maroon bruises because all you’ve done together these past few days is kiss, cuddle, eat and have sex. since bakugou became your boyfriend, he often forgets about his own apartment. his home is much larger, much more luxurious with built in speakers in the ceilings and a double headed shower. but he always lingers in yours, though he never outstays his welcome. even now.
“i don’t want you to leave but you need to pack for your mission tomorrow,” you smile, taller than him as he sits.
he feels delirious when he stuffs his face in your cotton soft stomach. you smell freshly showered, clean, cosy and like home. bakugou feels like his heart has been stabbed with a fork. he already misses you and you’re right in front of him.
it’s like he’s fighting the devil on his shoulder, to just stay over again tonight and get up early tomorrow. he can grab his shit from home and go straight there. he knows that plan will throw his whole day off tomorrow. also you hate waking up early.
he blinks at you slowly, like a cat that loves what he sees.
for you, it’s easy to get hot from his touch alone and that stare makes you nudge in closer to him. you want to sit on his lap, kiss down his neck again, despite being all over him an hour ago.
“you want me to piss off so you can watch love island,” he breathes, looking up at you with the sweetest ruby puppy dog eyes. there’s a scratchy tone to his voice, sleepiness clearly taking over though he fights it to spend a second longer with you.
you know for a fact you’re the only person in this universe that has seen katsuki like this. that thought alone makes you want to call up his job and say he can’t come in tomorrow. say he’s sick so you can cuddle his big head in your lap. who would you even call? the hero commission? his sidekicks? he is his own boss.
“i do have a load of episodes to catch up on since you’ve been here,” you say sweetly and he eyes your snacks, then your water bottle placed on the shelf beside him.
he’s a grumpy baby in a twenty seven year old, muscled man’s body. he scrunches his nose at the mention of that show. he hates all reality tv, so he says, even though he ends up asking you for details throughout every episode.
“just say you hate me,” he grunts, tilting his head up for a kiss.
you don’t give in just yet.
“i love you but you’ve gotta go. you’ll be even grumpier without sleep in the morning,” you smile.
he rolls his eyes. ever the dramatic one. “yeah, yeah. i get it. love you too.”
you stand there for a few moments. his grip on your thighs getting tighter, his chin in your stomach. he rubs his cheek against your palm, his stubble prickling against you with every move.
“you need to put your shoes on—,”
“you look so pretty like this,” he murmurs, even biting down on his bottom lip.
you narrow your eyes at him. you know exactly what he’s doing and it usually has a hundred percent success ratio.
he pulls off you, keeping his hands on your thighs to look down your body. stupidly, it causes you to look down at yourself too.
your soft pastel pink boy shorts because you get hot at night. your comfy low cut navy strappy top, that has seen better days but you have no need to replace yet. your nipples poke through the fabric and you don’t miss bakugou’s gaze wafting over them with his tongue poking his cheek.
he looks as if he’s about to moan or take a bite out of you. you can’t tell yet. you don’t mind either.
“katsuki, stop it. you were supposed to leave an hour ago,” you look to your clock beside your front door. “an hour and a half ago.”
bakugou grits his teeth then relaxes by kissing the strip of your stomach between your vest and shorts. he releases the quietest whine.
“i wanna stay here with you.”
even though he’s being dramatic, you’ll see him in less than a week, every word releases tingles down your spine.
you press a kiss to his lips, to which he eagerly pushes back. his hands sneak up to your waist holding you with purpose. it’s only a peck but everything he’s feeling is translated through.
“you’re killin’ me,” he says onto your lips.
“it’s not me, baby. you have the world to save tomorrow. you can make love to your girlfriend when you get back,” you say tenderly, brushing your thumb over his cheek.
“i’m givin’ you a good fuckin’ when i see you again.”
“you always do,” you shrug playfully and bakugou chuckles, shaking his head in resignation.
“fuck. fuck my life,” he grunts to himself, pulling his slides off your shoe rack and shoving them onto his feet.
“it feels like you’re obsessed with me, kats,” you giggle to yourself, stepping back so he has space to stand up and sling his duffle over his shoulder.
he raises one eyebrow, a huffy laugh releasing from his throat.
“hm? you think?” he takes his hand through his hair, a light pink blush on his cheeks from your attention. “‘course i fuckin’ am. i’m comin’ right back to get you when i’m done.”
you lift up on your tiptoes, hands on his pectorals, “if you say so.”
“i do say so. i am sayin’ that,” he mumbles, hands finding your ass to lift you with ease.
you wrap your legs around his waist so he doesn’t have to bend to kiss you.
“next thursday, okay?” he kisses the corner of your lips, feeling your cheeks rise. “and still text me. i’ll have my phone on me in the evenings.”
you smooth down his eyebrows with your thumbs.
“yes, dynamight sir,” you drawl, but you lean in to peck him, a noisy kiss that has him chasing after you. he moans softly.
“another.” he whispers.
with your arms wrapped around his neck, you give his bottom lip a nibble, one that causes an exasperated groan. then you slot your lips over his, pushing your tongue into his mouth to tangle against his. it’s long, wet and pulses throughout your body.
you push your chest against his as if you’re trying to merge into one, bakugou’s fingertips sinking into your ass cheeks.
it’s you that pulls away, landing two kisses on his lips for good measure.
“baby, no.” he complains.
since you’re the only one with self control here, you tap his shoulder.
“put me down now. you’ve got to go.” you say controlled and bakugou throws his head back in annoyance, “need you wide awake on the field so you don’t get hurt. i don’t wanna see a scratch on your pretty face when you come back.”
that gets him putting you down, your feet finding the floor. since getting with you, he’s much more mindful of his recklessness and getting hurt. bakugou doesn’t want to scare or upset you. you’ve become his beacon of light, his conscience and answer.
“my pretty face?” he grips the handle to his bag, a smirk rising. he’s still taking in his last few seconds.
you nod, “yes. come home safe to me.”
“i always do. don’t have to doubt me, princess.”
the pet name gets you rolling your eyes to hide how it makes your stomach do flips. he undoes both your door locks and slowly opens it with his shoulder like it weighs a tonne.
as if it’s becoming real all of a sudden, you throw yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around him in a cuddle under his hoodie. you feel complete once you stuff your cheek between his pectorals and you squeeze him tight as thick arms cradle you in. katsuki’s always warm and toasty, a tall standing mattress for you to fall asleep on.
despite you urging him to leave, it doesn’t mean your heart doesn’t ache.
“i’ll miss you,” you say, eyes squeezed shut.
you’re just as dramatic as him, you just hide it better. you’ll see him next week.
“i’ll miss you. gonna think about you when i’m on the camp site shittin’ in the woods.”
your laugh makes bakugou’s chest swell.
“you’re so annoying.”
he shrugs.
with all the power he’s ever possessed in one single time, bakugou lets you untangle from him.
“i’m gonna go now.” he looks down your empty corridor, “i could stay over tonight and leave in the mornin’—.”
“you’re not waking me up at three.”
he turns to you with a frown.
“fine. another kiss, to wish me well,” he demands.
that you can do.
a smush of your lips, you gripping his tee as his hand cups your chin.
“another. for good luck.”
you huff playfully but still you give him another kiss. one that has you opening your mouth and letting him slot his tongue in between. it goes on longer than you mean, with you dragging him closer and his hands land back on your hips.
it’s when he groans without realising, a hardening bump in his waistband pressing against your stomach.
“go now!” you say, pushing him off you and bakugou drags a palm down his face.
“fuck,” he breathes, shaking the horny off his body. not the time. “i’ll see you next week. lock the door behind me. all of them.”
“i always do!”
he flickers down your body, one step into the corridor.
bakugou bites down on his bottom lip, “i love you. can’t wait to see you again.”
you awe, gripping the door and peeking out, “i love you too. i’ll keep you updated. even send you some selfies.”
bakugou nods rapidly, “please. i won’t be able to reply quickly but i will.”
“okay, i’ll see you later.”
he’s about to step away, he swears he is though he looks back at you peeping at him.
“one last kiss then i’m outta your sight,” he promises.
you eagerly pull out from behind the door, “last one! then you have to go!”
“yeah, yeah, yeah—,” he’s rough in the way you love, placing a palm flat on your back to pull you into him. you practically fall into his arms but quickly you’re up on your tiptoes.
it’s a kiss with the energy that it could be the last one you ever have. a hero going off on a mission and leaving his beautiful girl back home. though this isn’t one of his high risk ones, heck he’s going on his own because he’s so capable. yet still the day he returns feels like forever away.
you practically eat each other's faces, unable to stay appropriate down to your last moments together. you twist to the left as he goes right, holding the back of his head so he stays close. he’s not shy to push his cock into you, letting you know all the ways he will miss you.
it’s loud and messy. it’s trying to remember every inch of him so you can recall it in your nights alone. it’s bakugou groping every part of you he can get his hands on so he can mark you as his.
your blonde sucks on your tongue and you don’t mean to palm him but he ruts into you at the contact. you moan as pleasure sparks beneath your skin, the length of him growing cupped in your palm. you’re wondering if there’s time for another session even though he was meant to leave two hours ago.
the kiss only ends because you’re both breathless, using your last breaths to connect with the other. there’s giggles from you and three extra pecks before you force yourself to step away, using your front door as a shield from your riled up boyfriend.
you watch as he adjusts himself, rolls back his shoulders in a stretch and tries to screw his head on straight.
“goodbye now. for real, kats.”
he nods sharply, stretching his jaw side to side. “bye baby. i’m hard now.”
“that’s your own fault for begging for more kisses,” you grin.
he pouts, “how couldn’t i when you look like—,”
“bye katsuki. my tv is calling me!”
“fuck,” he groans, holding onto his bag strap and throwing his head back, “bye princess.”
comments n reblogs are appreciated. part 2 comments are deleted.
Pairing: Pro Hero!K.Bakugou x chubby!Reader x Pro Hero!E.Kirishima
Word Count: 9.6k
Contains: Gore, Violence, Minor Character Death
See chapter list for a general list of content warnings.
Ch. 1: ON MY WAY
|◁ II ▷|
For the lives that I take, I’m going to hell
For the laws that I break, I’m going to hell
For the love that I hate, I’m going to hell
For the lies that I make, I’m going to hell
For the way I condescend and never lend a hand
My arrogance is making this head buried in the sand
For the souls I forsake, I’m going to hell
1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47
Day 66 - 8:19 PM
Track 01 / Going to Hell - The Pretty Reckless
You can hear them. Shuffling, moaning, gasping. You quickly brush the sweat from your eyes and blink to clear your vision. You make sure your phone is tucked safely into your jean pocket and that your headphones are snug in your ears. You don’t want them to fall out when it gets rough. You need this music if you’re going to make it there in time. You ready your bat and tap your right earbud to hit play...
Then you step out in the streets, and here they come. You make them faceless, nobodies, nothing. The first one makes its way to you, grabbing at your face and neck. You swing the bat hard and crack its skull open. You run down the street, trying to stay in the open so Bakugou can sharp-shoot any that are in your blind spots. You hear a gunshot, but you don't stop running to look. One of the rules is to never look back. You learned that one the hard way.
You have to bash another head in as you get closer to your destination: a gas station. Inside are two things waiting for you: food and Kirishima. You just want to strangle him for going out alone. That's another rule. Maybe you should write a book for all these damn rules. As pissed as you are at him, you need Kirishima though; he's your ears.
You kick one of them away from the door and smash the bat against its head so hard that brain matter splatters the exterior wall of the gas station. You think you’re taking your anger out on them now. You see Kirishima inside.
He runs to the door and ushers you in, but you can't go in yet. There's too many out here. You may never come back out if they gather around you both, so you start swinging at as many as you can. You take out two that are getting too close to the building, and one more that has started scratching at the large window.
A few of them start getting closer, hearing the commotion that’s now around you. You kick one of the closest to you away, stunning it momentarily. The second is more aggressive and goes right for you. You waste no time in sweeping its feet out from under it and breaking its head open with your bat as soon as it hits the pavement. The first has regained its composure and has joined a third in pursuit of you. You kick the third and last one out of the way, using it as a way to step away from the first to get in a good swing at its head.
Your swing follows through and sends its head flying down the street. You feel a hand around your ankle. You tell your body not to twist away; you don't want its nails to break your skin through your jeans. You take a breath and bring your bat down on its face. Once. Twice. Three times. You’re not taking any chances.
You see Kirishima opening the door of the gas station again so you make yourself run inside. You refuse to look at him and start filling your pack with anything your brain registers as food. Chips, jerky, anything canned, packaged candies, snacks, as many drinks that you can fit into your backpack. You can't hear much because of your music, but you know the air is tense. Kirishima is stuffing more into his already full bag next to you. His large body brushes against yours, and you lean away. You know it isn't the time or place to be mad, but you can't help that you’re pissed.
Your bag is full now, and the song is almost over. You gotta get out of here fast. You go for the door, Kirishima right behind you with his food bag slung over his shoulder and an axe in hand. You have to get back down the street to Bakugou and your impromptu home base.
You look back at Kirishima's face for the first time since you entered the gas station. He nods in understanding. He's going to act as your ears until you reach the base. You survey the street. More have gathered but have yet to surround the two of you.
You throw open the door, and you and Kirishima run as quickly as possible, dodging the ones who are slow and bashing in the heads of those who are in the way. Kirishima grabs your hand. One squeeze. That means there's a handful of them gaining on you from what he can tell of their footsteps.
"Slow?" you whisper. You don't want any more attention from them so you keep your voice low. One hard squeeze: yes. "Run like hell." He nods and you both sprint all the way to home base. You pass dozens of faces, only attracting the attention of a few. Neither of you say another word. All you can hear is the music in your ears. Your heart is beating hard, and your breath is getting heavy. Kirishima's hand is getting sweaty in yours so you hold it a little tighter. You'll make it there. You'll both make it to the base.
You hear a few gunshots taking out a few of the fast ones behind you and Kirishima. "Faster," you choke out. Bakugou hates wasting bullets so you know you're going to get a speech when you get there. You're so close now. You turn the corner where you had come from initially, and it's deserted, just like it was when you had put in your earbuds. The song is nearing its end so you push your body harder. You have to be inside once the music stops. You have to be. Have to be.
You and Kirishima let go of each other's hand and burst through the door of the abandoned apartment building. The song comes to an end and silence buzzes through your earbuds so you pull them out. You throw the food bags to the floor, close the door, and bolt it back up. Then you grab your things and head up a few flights of stairs, Kirishima following closely behind.
You’re still running. stepstepstepstep. You know your adrenaline must be pumping because before any of this happened, on a regular day, your body probably would have given out already. You've never been very athletic even while undergoing pro hero training with Red Riot and Dynamight. Fuck, that feels like years ago now, but it’s only been a couple of months.
But you’ve reached home base. It's a mostly empty, completely open room with just the four basic walls you need. You think it used to be a warehouse that was being renovated into some of those industrial lofted apartments. But there’s nothing resembling a finished apartment here: no kitchen, no working bathroom, just an open brick and metal loft.
There's one wall with windows facing the street. It's the best place for a base. Especially at night. You're four floors up from the ground, four doors are separating you from them, and you can see everything on the street and a few streets over from your position. You personally think four is a lucky number. It's too bad there's only three of us.
Your eye catches a lone discarded mirror in a corner that was probably meant for what would have been the bathroom. You see yourself: your round face and t-shirt drenched in sweat, your jeans are a little dirty, and there's blood around the ankle. Probably from the one that grabbed you at the gas station. You're breathing hard, your face hot, but your eyes are shining. Still alive.
“Shitty Hair, what the fuck?” Bakugou looks as angry as you feel. He closes the open window and leans his sniper rifle against the wall then stalks over to the two of you. His fists clench and unclench as he waits for Kirishima to offer an explanation.
“I thought I had it handled. I didn’t know they were going to be crawling all over that gas station.” He explains, rubbing the back of his neck.
“We never. Go. Alone. We were worried sick. Fucking dumbass. Not to mention how I had to waste bullets making sure you two idiots made it back here in one piece.” He reprimands Kirishima.
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, you fucking better be. You wake me up to tell me you’re going to grab something from the first floor, and I look out of the window to see you running down the street? I woke her up as soon as I noticed the fuckers outside start following your dumb ass.”
Kirishima winces and looks over you. He can probably feel the same anger coming off of you in waves as you avoid his stare. You plop your bag down on a card table in the center of the apartment and sit down to take a breath. Your heart was still pounding after all of that.
“We already went through this once.” Bakugou’s eyes shoot over to you briefly, but you ignore him. Been there, done that. However, he’s right. Kirishima should have known better. “We don’t need a repeat. Or worse.” He finishes.
Bakugou looks through your bag as he changes the subject. "Whadya get anyway? Better be something good after all of that." He's been having a craving for a certain bag of spicy chips. You see a huge smile appear on his face as he pulls out a red and yellow flamed bag. You happened to see it in your rush to stuff your bag in the gas station and grabbed it for him. "Oh fuck yes, thank you. Thank you!" He tears it open and practically inhales it. So much for giving a lecture on wasting bullets.
"Chill, Bakugou. We gotta make this stuff last as long as we can." Kirishima says firmly. He doesn't want to be the bad guy. You know the feeling. But sometimes you have to be, so you snatch your bag up and dump out its contents on the card table. You set your earbuds down and begin rationing out the food. There’s enough to keep all of you going for a few days, but you’d have to scavenge again soon.
Bakugou doesn't even seem to notice or care that you and Kirishima are trying to be responsible with the food as he savors each chip that he pops into his mouth. You hear your stomach rumble so you grab a stick of jerky from your pack. Once the food is properly organized, you take a seat against the wall on top of your sleeping bag and peel open the beef jerky wrapper before taking a bite and chewing slowly.
"Hey." Kirishima says softly, taking a seat next to you. His hair is more disheveled than usual even though he’s tied it back in a ponytail. His black roots are peeking out from the vibrant red. He looks so exhausted. Your heart wants to pull him close and let him sleep on your shoulder. Your brain wants to push him away and scream. So you opt for a neutral ground.
"Hi." It comes out softer than you wanted. You want to sound indifferent, but your body is betraying your emotions. Fuck.
Bakugou sits against the window, eating the bag of chips and pretending not to listen to the conversation that is about to go down between Kirishima and yourself. He turns his head to stare out the window, one ear pointed in your direction. You know that he’s just as interested in hearing what he has to say as you are.
“So how did you know where to find me anyway?” He asks. He’s dancing around the sore spot now, and he knows it.
You scoff and hold up your phone. “Well if the trail of dead wouldn’t have led me to you, I’m sure I could have just used your tracker.” Each of you had off-grid trackers in case of the worst case scenario. It’s actually all your fault that the trackers had to happen in the first place, but you mentally shook that thought from your head.
“Ah.” He replies, not meeting your eyes. You hum in response. An uneasy silence settles around the two of you. All you can hear is the crinkle of Bakugou’s chip bag and the wind blowing around the building. After a few moments that seemed like forever, Kirishima finally broke the silence.
"I wanna to apologize to you. I shouldn't have gone out by myself like that..." He trails off and looks at your hand. He better not try to hold it, you think, but your heart beats faster. "I just didn't want to put you in danger. I thought I could do it by myself." He looks back across the room, to Bakugou who is still feigning ignorance. Behind him are the windows lining one side of the room. The sun has already dipped down below the horizon, and the stars are just starting to shine in the red-tinted sky.
You really want to hit Kirishima. His hardening quirk be damned. You want to scream and cry and really let him know how you feel. You can't do that though. The loud sounds would draw those things to you. So you take a deep breath and exhale through your nose in an effort to center yourself before you respond.
"It's fine. I just think you're stupid. You need me, like I need you. We're in this together. Splitting up is not an option. This isn't some Hollywood horror film." You look at him, and his red eyes are staring into your own, looking for something. You have to swallow the lump forming in your throat before finishing, keeping your tears shoved down as far as you possibly can. "We drew the short end of the stick, and we’re stuck living in this undead hell, Kirishima."
“I know I’m stupid. I’m really sorry.” And he does genuinely look sorry. He continues to look into your eyes, pleading with you to accept his apology. However, you’re still angry. Angry that he left alone, angry that he didn’t think you were good enough to take with him, angry that these feelings you couldn’t have right now for him were building up inside of you.
“You know I’m not fragile. Even with my quirk holding me back, I still get shit done. You and Bakugou spent all that time training me before. Now we have a system in place to help me stay sane out there. I don’t understand why you even bothered if you don’t believe in me. And besides… I don’t know what I would have done if we had lost you.”
The last part comes out just barely a whisper. It hurt that he didn’t believe in you, but what hurt more was the fact that there could be a day where he doesn’t come back to you. Kirishima’s eyes soften, and he looks like he's about to say something. His mouth opens a little, then closes, and he keeps rubbing his sweaty hands on his jeans. He looks hella nervous. "I-"
"Shhh." Bakugou quickly flicks the little light from his keychain flashlight, a souvenir from another gas station raid, at you both, a finger on his lips, and all three of you fall silent.
All of the previous noise has drawn them to you. The ones from the gas station must have finally caught up. They're slow, but somewhat intelligent. They know sound equals food. Anything that is alive and has flesh is food for them. You wonder, if they got desperate enough, would they actually eat each other?
You feel the familiar feeling of invisible ants marching up your arms, and then you hear one of them groaning close by. Suddenly its thoughts are echoing painfully inside your head.
Hungry. So hungry. Pain. Need to eat. Must eat.
You clamp your hands over your ears, trying to block it out, tears coming to your eyes as its thoughts try to overwhelm your senses. You can't stand this, this helpless and hopeless feeling that comes over you every time they get near. It renders you almost powerless as the phantom pain racks your brain and body.
Just as you think you are about to pass out from the overwhelming pain coming from the monster outside, you feel someone kneel down in front of you. Their large, calloused hands pull your own away from your ears to replace them with your earbuds.
You look up, your eyes clouded with unshed tears to see Kirishima. He presses play on your phone then sits next to you. He doesn’t try to hold you or touch you, but he’s close enough to brush against you and let you know he’s there.
The song playing takes you back to the very beginning of what would be the end….
|◁ II ▷|
I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
(Will you give in to me?)
1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47
Day 0 - 6:33 PM
Track 02 / Disturbed - Down with the Sickness
You sat in your bedroom, earphones blasting to keep out the outside world while you typed away at your laptop. Your Pro Hero roommate and friend, Vine AKA Ibara Shiozaki, wasn't back from her patrol shift yet. You found it a little odd that she wasn't. She usually rushed right back to your home after patrolling to eat. Man, that girl can eat, you thought to yourself. Must be all of the walking and running while fighting crime. Or the weekend softball she played with some of her old classmates from UA High if you had to guess.
You weren’t a Pro Hero yourself. At least not yet. You were interning under Red Riot and Dynamight. Usually interns were much younger than 28, but you had a late start to figuring out how to use your quirk in a helpful way. Mind reading would be the simplest terms you could think of to describe your quirk to someone, but it was more complicated than that. You could read thoughts of course, but every person you came in contact with was different. Some you had to touch to read their minds. Others’ thoughts were so loud you could hear them from several feet away. And sometimes, you wouldn't get words from someone’s thoughts at all… You would get feelings, emotions, and, on rare occasions, even pain.
When your quirk began to manifest, you didn’t get to choose what you heard and felt. You would easily be overwhelmed, which happened so much when you were younger that you ended up being homeschooled for a while. Once you reached high school, you were able to return to a normal school setting thanks to gaining some control over your quirk. Earbuds and music were extremely helpful in keeping your quirk in check.
It took several years for you to control your “mind reading” to keep it from overwhelming you, and it took even more years to figure out how to make your quirk useful. You were eventually able to pull thoughts and feelings at will to find what you were looking for. At first, you decided to go into detective work after you graduated college, thinking that would be the best career path for your quirk. And it was for about 3 years. However, when one of your cases became high profile, the Hero Commission introduced you to Red Riot and his partner Dynamight. After a successful take down of a rising group of villains with the two Pro Heroes, Red Riot convinced you that you could be a hero, too, and offered you an internship at his shared agency.
You ended up taking him up on his offer, but after two years, you still weren’t sure yet if you made the right decision.
You didn’t ever feel that you looked the part of a hero… You didn’t fit the physical mold that had become the norm. You had always had wide hips and a belly. You were strong though, which Dynamight had figured out once he started training you for hand to hand combat. You had a feeling that he underestimated you even though you told him you had been lifting heavy for a couple of years on your own.
To their credit, Red and Dynamight never called attention to your size or made you feel insecure about your body. The tabloids did that anyway, but you wouldn’t let the media tear down years of self confidence that you had built from the ground up. Maybe it was time for a plus sized Pro Hero. Molds be damned.
Even if you never made it as a Pro Hero though, you had forged friendships with both Red Riot (who begged you to call him Kirishima in casual settings, but sometimes you still called him Red) and Dynamight (who allowed you to call him Bakugou when you were in private only; Bakugou really loved his hero name and made it obvious). The three of you were inseparable. Shiozaki often teased you about having a crush on one or both of them. There might have been some truth to her teasing, but they were your best friends, even if Bakugou wouldn’t admit it.
You checked your cell phone for the third time. You were really starting to worry about Shiozaki. Just as you set your phone back down and sighed, your phone vibrated with a call. It was her. You smiled, tucked your headphones in your pocket, and answered.
"Hey Shio-" A scream suddenly came over the receiver. And then more screams came, over and over again. You held the phone a little away from your ear, not exactly sure what was happening.
"Oh god! Help me! Someone help me!" You heard a girl scream.
"Ibara! That's not funny." But those screams didn't sound like her, you thought.
Then you heard groaning and more screaming. "Please!" You heard the girl say again. "Leave me alone!" An ear piercing screech followed her pleas... and then you could hear slurping sounds like a wild animal tearing into a dead carcass.
Your hands began to shake. "Ibara! Stop it!" But all you heard were the sounds of teeth gnashing and groaning coming from the receiver. You bit your lip and ended the call. It was all too much; it had to be a joke, you thought.
You looked out of the little window and across the street. You expected to see people walking back and forth and cars passing by, but you saw no one. The wind blew through the trees eerily, and the sun was starting to dip down below the horizon. Chills ran up and down your arms.
Your phone vibrated again in your hand, and you almost jumped out of your skin. It was a text this time.
Blasty Boy
Stay inside, OMW
Sookie Stackhouse
Like I could do anything else
Blasty Boy
Pack some basics & food
Be there in 5
Sookie Stackhouse
Sir yes sir
You trusted Bakugou with your life, but even if you didn’t, staying here was your only option for the moment without knowing what the fuck was happening outside. You grabbed a backpack and filled it with the basics of clothing, a bit of food you had in the pantry, and put on your sneakers and a light-weight jacket. You tucked your earbuds and a charging cable into your bag as well. Then you sat on the couch and waited.
THUNK
Suddenly, you heard a sound at the door. You stood but hesitated to open it. You clenched your shaking hands into fists. Then there was another ‘thunk,’ but louder that time.
Come on, girl. Get it together. It’s probably just Bakugou. He said he’d be here soon right? You shook yourself, unlocked the door, and opened it. What you saw made your blood run cold.
Standing in the doorway was Shiozaki, still in her hero costume. She was bleeding from her side, and her eyes were vacant. She could barely hold her head up. That’s when you noticed her mouth. It was stained around her lips and down her chin with what looked like fresh blood. She tried to reach for you, her mouth slowly gnawing at the air.
“Shiozaki… Are you okay? What happened?”
You were so engrossed with looking at her, that you didn’t feel the creeping of ants crawling up your arms. Unfortunately for you, the warning sign of intruding thoughts came too late. You gasped and held your hands over your ears as shrieks and feelings of pain from her thoughts quickly overwhelmed you. You hadn’t been this caught off guard with your quirk in years.
You scrambled back and hit the back wall, close to the window. Your brain felt fried. You couldn't form a coherent thought thanks to the never-ending shrieks of pain echoing only in your mind. She slowly shambled toward you, arms reaching out to snatch you up.
“Wait! Stop! Don’t come any closer!” You yelled as you held your hands over your ears still, but she didn’t stop walking towards you. You had to do something and do it fast. You weren’t sure what was wrong with her, but Shiozaki wasn’t herself. And from the blood around her mouth, you weren’t going to fuck around and find out.
You felt the coolness of the glass of the window behind your left arm. You finally started to think again and got ready to break the glass with an elbow strike, just like you had been taught when you had started training with Dynamight. You had started to form a plan to escape out of the window, but she was too close now. You started to panic again and felt around on the wall for anything you could use to escape her grasp.
Shiozaki's softball bat was on your right side, left over from yesterday’s game. You silently thanked Shiozaki for being a bit messy then picked it up and got ready to swing. “I’m so sorry… Please forgive me,” you whispered to her. Your words didn’t seem to process at all to her. So you made up your mind right then.
You quickly swung at her bloodied side, too afraid to process the thought of actually killing one of your friends. She went down after a couple of swings, and finally, the shrieking in your head stopped. Either she was knocked out or she was… Your hands were shaking so hard at the thought that you dropped the bat with a loud clatter.
"Seeker! What the hell?" You looked up, and Bakugou was in the doorway. His large, muscled body took up most of the door frame. You noticed that his Dynamight costume was missing in action. He had on plain clothes with a bloodied bat in his hand as well. His ruby eyes were wide with what you assumed was fear. Fear for you or because of you, you weren’t too sure.
"She... s-she..." You couldn't even speak as your voice began to shake.
Shiozaki laid on the floor, looking up at you. Her mouth was open, and her eyes were blank. What had happened to her? Why did she look like that? Why did she try to attack you? So many thoughts were swirling in your head now that the shrieking was gone, but then one thought in particular felt like a cold knife plunging into your heart…. Did Bakugou think that you killed her?
Before you had a chance to even consider using your quirk to find out, Bakugou stepped over Shiozaki, grabbed your backpack from the chair you had left it on and slung it over his shoulder. "Take the bat with you, and let's get out of here." His voice was gruff and demanding. He wasted no time in leaving your apartment without sparing the girl on the floor another glance.
You solemnly nodded and picked up the bat. You gave Shiozaki one last look, apologizing over and over in your head, and then followed him out. You closed the door of your apartment behind you, but left it unlocked just in case someone could help your friend. “I’m so sorry…” You said one last time as you walked away.
Bakugou had already made his way across the street, put your things in the backseat of his Jeep and was getting into the driver’s side seat. You looked both ways before sprinting across towards the vehicle. Bakugou reached out and opened the passenger side door. You quickly slid in and sat with the bat between your legs. Shiozaki's blood was on the sides of it. You thought you were going to vomit looking at it.
Bakugou started up the Jeep and looked over at you. The fear in his eyes had seemed to dissipate a little at least. You wondered briefly why he hadn’t pestered you for details on why you hit Shiozaki with a bat. And also, why did he have a bat?
Bakugou’s voice pulled you from your spiraling thoughts. "We have to get to Kirishima. Then we're outta here. Alright?" He looked at you, waiting for you to meet his eyes.
You did so hesitantly, afraid that he thought he was looking at a killer. But all you saw when you looked into his eyes was Bakugou, your best friend. You nodded and squeezed your shaking hands between your legs so he wouldn’t see how fucking scared you were.
Bakugou pulled out onto the street quickly and headed towards his and Kirishima’s agency. You looked back down at your thighs, away from the blood-splattered bat and the windows. Then a thought hit you.
"Why didn't Kirishima come with you? You could have left the agency together." You hoped that to all the gods that Kirishima was okay.
"I didn't come from the agency. I went to get those." He tilted his head towards the back seat. You turned around to look and saw bags of different sizes. It looked like mostly camping equipment until you saw the barrel of a gun sticking out of one of the larger bags. You instinctively shrunk back.
As you got closer to the agency, you felt pain begin to creep up your limbs like ants. You hadn’t heard any more shrieks since you left Shiozaki, but you braced yourself just in case. You felt like you were starting to go crazy.
"Bakugou, what the fuck is happening?" You finally asked. Shiozaki, the bat, the camping gear, the gun… nothing was making any sense right now. And where the fuck was everyone? The streets were practically empty.
"I'll tell you when we have time." He said as he pulled into the parking lot in front of a large building that housed his shared agency with Kirishima. You heard him swear under his breath. You followed his line of sight and saw Kirishima still in his hero costume, using his hardening quirk to try to hit people off of him. Kirishima towered over them, but even with his height and built body, there were so many people trying to get their hands on him. They were in a similar state as Shiozaki: bloody, mouths open, and hands reaching out for something to grab onto.
"Stay here. I'm grabbing him then we're gone." And with that, Bakugou jumped out of the Jeep, bat in hand. You couldn’t bring yourself to look. No wonder he hadn’t asked you about Shiozaki. Your eyes began tearing up. Something was happening. Something terrible.
After what seemed like forever, Bakugou had finally cleared a bloody path to Kirishima, and they ran back to the Jeep together. You opened the back door from your seat, and Kirishima ducked as he jumped inside. He was covered in blood and sweating from overusing his quirk. You wondered how long he had been outside fighting those people off.
"Ouch! What the hell? I think I sat on a ... gun?" Kirishima looked as terrified as you did as he held up the gun that had been previously stuck in his backside.
Bakugou got back in and was already backing out of the parking lot while Kirishima gently put the gun away in a different bag. "Later. I promise." Bakugou huffed out, his mind was obviously focused on getting everyone out of there.
You looked back at Kirishima, and his eyes were on the bloody bat that was between your legs. Your stomach felt like it turned itself inside out. Your thoughts raced to a worst case scenario, but Kirishima must have felt your anxiety. He put his hand on your shoulder, and you couldn't stop yourself from turning to look back at him.
"It'll be okay." He looked sincere and you wanted to believe him, but this was getting out of control. Much like Bakugou's driving right then. He was taking curves too fast and driving down unfamiliar roads. You had yet to see any people. You also hadn’t heard any shrieks or felt any pain from your quirk.
That made you start to worry and your thoughts were racing once again. Why were those people attacking Kirishima? Why did Shiozaki look like that? Was this some kind of sick joke? Then you remembered Shiozaki's eyes and the blood around her mouth.
No. It's not a joke, you decided.
Right then, Bakugou took a particularly sharp turn, barely slowing down. "Maybe you should slow down some. You don't want a ticket," you said, trying not to sound nervous. He just laughed dryly, and didn’t bother adjusting his speed.
Kirishima sat quietly in the back, taking the bumps on the road with grace. He caught you looking at him in the rear view mirror and tried to give you a reassuring, toothy smile. You couldn't bring yourself to smile back though. Instead you asked Bakugou, "Where are we headed?"
“To my cabin.” He replied simply, his eyes trained intensely on the road.
Kirishima shuffled in the back seat a bit, and you felt his hand on your shoulder again. “I’ve been there with Bakugou before. It’s really nice and remote…” He turned his head towards Bakugou. “Which is the only reason I can think of that you would be driving us out here instead of going to the Hero Commission to help with whatever this is.”
Bakugou clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Tch. Fuck the Hero Commission.”
“What about all of those people in the city that are in danger?” Kirishima asked incredulously. You felt the same way, but you were definitely terrified of whatever was happening. Your shock had overrode any sense of heroism in your body the moment you had to take a bat to your friend to save yourself.
“They won’t be any people to save for much longer.” He replied softly. A shiver crept up your spine at the sinister implications of his words.
“What the hell aren’t you telling us?”
“Just shut up and let me drive!” Bakugou shouted, his eyes leaving the road briefly to glare at Kirishima in the rear view mirror. Kirishima gently squeezed your shoulder before settling back down in his seat, folding his arms and looking out the window.
The remainder of the drive to the cabin was spent in silence. The knot in your stomach continued to tighten the further you got from the city.
A couple of hours later, you arrived at a small cabin, deep into the woods. It was a good thing Bakugou had a Jeep because he had spent a majority of the last hour off-road on makeshift trails. Bakugou knew exactly where he was going though. Kirishima seemed comfortable enough as well that driving through the dark forest with only a pair of headlights to guide the way wasn’t as scary as it could have been.
Bakugou pulled up next to the cabin and turned off the engine, leaving the Jeep’s headlights on as the only light source. You went to open the door, but Bakugou put a hand on your arm to stop you. You looked up at him.
“Look, I’m sorry for snapping. You too, Shitty Hair. I’ll explain things once we unload the Jeep and get inside. Okay?” His eyes seemed to be searching yours, but you were positive it wasn’t for forgiveness. Maybe he was checking to see if you were still in shock? You slowly nodded your head.
Kirishima piped up in the back, breaking up the weird tension between you and Bakugou. “Apology accepted. Let’s get this stuff inside.”
It didn’t take long for the three of you to get all of the bags into the cabin. Once inside, Bakugou went down into the basement and turned on a generator. The cabin was still pretty dark inside but Bakugou turned on a couple of the lights in the main living area. You could finally get a good look at your surroundings.
While the cabin looked small on the outside, it was actually pretty roomy on the inside. The main living space had a couch and oversized chair in front of a large wood-burning fireplace. The kitchen didn’t have much counter space but it did have a bar that could sit two people. There was also a small breakfast nook with a window seat and table. Off the living room was a full bathroom as well as a bedroom. One bedroom… Fuck.
“Okay, you promised an explanation, but can I have a shower and get out of my hero costume first?” Kirishima asked a bit sheepishly.
“Yeah, towels are in the closet over there.” Bakugou jerked his thumb towards a small closet door that was next to the bathroom.
“Thanks, I’ll make it quick.” Kirishima pulled off his headgear and set it on one of the end tables by the couch before he grabbed himself a towel and locked himself in the bathroom. Bakugou sighed loudly and slumped down onto the couch, closing his eyes. You gingerly sat next to him, leaving space between the two of you. Waiting for Kirishima was going to be hard, but you had already waited this long to hear what Bakugou had to say.
You looked over at the blonde only to find he was looking at you, too. You quickly looked away, acting like you were still checking out the cabin. He didn’t miss anything though. “Hey.”
“H-hey.” Your voice cracked, still avoiding his gaze.
“You good?” He asked.
You cleared your throat, trying to sound more like yourself. “Do you want the truth?”
You felt him shift closer to you. He gently grabbed your chin and made you look at him. “I would prefer it, yeah.” His eyes were unreadable.
Normally, an interaction like this with someone as attractive as Bakugou would give you butterflies. But this day had been anything but normal. You were still reeling from earlier. “No. I’m not”
He slowly let go of you, but didn’t move away. “I know shit is crazy. And what happened with Shiozaki…” He looked away from you briefly before grabbing your hand. You could tell the small gesture was for your benefit as he shifted uncomfortably. His words, however, carried conviction. “It was terrible, but you had to protect yourself.”
You shook your head, your bottom lip trembling. “I probably killed her. I killed my friend!” You pulled your hand from his firm grasp and stood up. You couldn’t sit any longer. You clenched your fists and began to pace in front of him. Your thoughts were swirling with the images of Shiozaki. Bloody. Lying on the floor.
“She wasn’t your friend anymore.” Bakugou objected, but you continued to pace. He sighed, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. “She wasn’t even Shiozaki anymore.”
That made you stop in your tracks and turn to look at him. “That makes no sense.”
He sighed again, sounding more like his annoyed self. “Once Shitty Hair gets back out here, I’ll explain more, but trust me. You did the right thing.” And with that, he stood up and went to the fireplace, placing a few wooden logs to inside to start a fire. You crossed your arms, watching him. It seemed to be the end of the conversation for now.
After getting the fire going, Bakugou went to the kitchen and began opening the cabinets. You decided to sit down at the bar, feeling a bit useless in an unfamiliar place. Bakugou ignored you as he continued opening and closing cabinets and drawers. “Looking for something?” You asked.
He rummaged through a cabinet and answered without looking up. “Nah, just taking inventory of what we have stocked up here.”
You leaned across the counter to peer into the cabinet he was going through. “Doesn’t look like much from what I can see.”
“There’s more in the basement. I’m just seeing what I need to bring up from there.”
“Oh, so how long are we good for?”
Before Bakugou could answer you, Kirishima walked into the kitchen. “Hey guys! I’m out now. Can we talk?”
You and Bakugou both looked up to see him clad in only a towel which was wrapped around his waist. His long red hair was still wet but it looked like he had at least dried himself off. You felt your cheeks warm at the sight, and you quickly looked away.
Bakugou was having none of it though and exclaimed, “Jesus Christ, Kirishima! Put some damn clothes on!”
“Well, all I have is my hero costume,” he replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Go borrow some of mine, dumbass; there’s clothes in the bedroom.”
“Okay! Okay! My bad. I’ll be right back.”
Bakugou rolled his eyes then cut them to you. Unfortunately, he noticed your reaction to Kirishima's lack of dress. A smirk spread across his face, one you were all too familiar with when it came to his teasing taunts. “Hey now, we’re all adults here. I’m sure it’s not the first time you’ve seen a half naked man," he quipped, taking obvious pleasure in how uncomfortable you looked.
“Shut the fuck up,” you shot back, giving a good eye roll to show him his words didn't bother you at all. At least things were starting to feel a little more normal now. The banter between you and Bakugou easily broke the tension left in the room.
Kirishima came back to the kitchen, this time with a pair of Bakugou’s sweatpants on. Bakugou eyed his bare chest and huffed. “There’s shirts in the dresser, idiot.”
“I never wear a shirt to bed,” Kirishima replied, as if Bakugou should have already known this bit of information.
“Whatever. Just… go sit down.”
Unfortunately, that little sense of normalcy that you barely got a taste of didn’t last long.
You all congregated back into the living room to sit down. You and Kirishima sat down on the couch while Bakugou perched himself on the coffee table in front of you. For the first time since you met him, Bakugou looked anxious. He rested his chin on clasped hands. His gaze flicked between you and Kirishima before he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
Kirishima put a hand on his knee. “You okay, dude?”
Bakugou jerked his knee out from under Kirishima’s hand. “Just… gimme a minute. This shit is hard.”
“No problem. We can wait,” Kirishima reassured him.
You, on the other hand, were feeling all of his anxiety as well as your own. You took a few calming breaths yourself, and by the time you were done, Bakugou looked ready to talk.
“Several years back, when Deku and I defeated All for One, the Hero Commission found the locations of several hideouts he and the League of Villains were using. There were a few… ‘facilities’... that were creating nomus.”
“Ah, yeah! I remember that. It was all over the news. There were so many facilities. So many people were hurt...” Kirishima recalled, trailing off as a note of sadness entered his voice. You recalled it as well, but you weren't on the front lines back then. You were much too young.
Bakugou nodded solemnly. “I’ll try to get to the point quickly, but you need to understand that I wasn’t a part of this. I feel guilty, and I do think it’s my fault, but the Hero Commission is the one to blame for what’s happening out there.”
You swallowed hard and sat up straighter. When he didn’t continue, you pushed a little. “What’s happening out there, Bakugou?”
He looked at you, took a shaky breath, and pressed on. “There was a nomu that they brought back. It had quirks we had never seen before. The most dangerous being one that they decided to call ‘Necromancer.’ You can probably guess where I’m going with this.”
You threw your hands up in the air, a humorless laugh escaping you as you looked at him incredulously. “Fucking zombies?”
Bakugou exhaled slowly and ran a hand through his hair. “Yes and no.”
Kirishima sat up, his hands on his knees as he settled into a more serious posture. “So the quirk brings people back to life? And the nomu can control them? There’s no way…”
“So the quirk is a bit like mind control. The nomu uses a person’s blood in order to take control of their body. There’s a terrible side effect though.”
“Other than being controlled against your will?” You remarked snidely.
“I’m getting to that, dumbass. Anyway, the quirk only lasts about an hour. And after several tests, they couldn’t prove exactly what the limit could be for how many people it could control. But no matter how many people were affected by the nomu’s quirk, they all died when the hour was up.”
“So that’s where the necromancer part comes in.” Kirishima said as he followed along.
“Something like that. The bodies of those dead people are definitely re-animated, but they still retain some brain activity. Their only purpose seems to be… eating other people and spreading the quirk’s effects.”
You held up your hands. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second. ‘Spreading its effects?’”
“The re-animated bodies would bite healthy people and those people would become controlled by the nomu, but within the hour, they would die too.”
Kirishima shifted uncomfortably next to you as he asked a question that was also on your mind. “Can the nomu still control them after they die?”
“It didn’t seem like it during their tests, but I was denied access once I told them to end the experiments. Deku and I both put our foot down and told them it was time to put the nomu in TARTARUS. It was fucked up already that they were using people from the prison system to test the nomu’s quirk on. A lot of people died for their bullshit.” Bakugou hung his head, looking absolutely defeated.
You wanted to reach out to him and comfort him, but this was Bakugou. Despite the friendship the two of you built, there were still lines you hadn't crossed with him. Instead, you pressed for more information. “So you think that’s what’s happening right now? This nomu escaped and now there’s an unorganized army of the undead taking over the city?”
He lifted his head and looked you in the eye. “I don’t think that is what’s happening. I know that’s what is happening.”
You felt another shiver run down your spine as his words. “...And what about us? What’s the plan?”
“We’re staying here for a little while. I’m sure the Hero Commission is scrambling right now and trying to figure out how to contain it. I’m not about to sacrifice myself and my best friends for their bullshit.”
“What about all the other people in the city? All the civilians?” Kirishima sounded concerned, but you also knew this was the hero in him talking. All three of you took an oath. It was your job to save people. And here you were, hiding out in a cabin, far from civilization. “What about... Our families? Our friends?
“They’re beyond our help right now. Look, I don’t like admitting this, but I don’t have a plan yet. We’re staying right here until it’s safe enough to get back into the city. And when we do, I’m putting my foot in the Commission’s ass.”
“But, Bakugou… All of those people. Our friends and family. We can’t just leave them there.” Kirishima argued.
“They’re not all going to die, Shitty Hair. Deku probably had a plan like I did. I’m sure he got some people out and is doing the same thing we are: holding out until we can figure out how to stop this without dying ourselves. I left my parents a note; they’re going to take your moms with them to their vacation house, far outside of the city. They’ll all be safe there. And Seeker's parents are in America.”
“Well, that makes me feel a little better… Why don’t we just call Deku and meet up? Having all of us together sounds like the smarter thing to do.”
Bakugou looked up at him, and you could see the exhaustion in his face. “There’s two problems with that.” He held up one finger. “One, more people means more noise. More noise draws them to us. Which is why we aren’t at my parents’ right now.”
“Just like a zombie movie?”
“Yes…Fuck.” He rolled his eyes and held up a second finger. “And two, we have no way of contacting him or anyone else right now.”
“Of course we do.” You interrupted. “We have cellphones.” You pulled yours out only to see you had no service. You swore and looked back up at Bakugou who had a ‘I told you so’ look on his face.
“Before you blame it on the cabin, I can guarantee the city shut down the cell towers to keep people from finding out about the nomu attack. The Commission doesn’t want this shit getting out.”
“Mmm…” Kirishima tapped his cheek in thought. “So why didn’t you tell us about the nomu before? Like back when the experiments were happening?”
“I wasn’t allowed to.” Bakugou replied simply. “Confidentiality and all of that bullshit. The Commission didn’t want to scare the public. Now I’m regretting not saying something sooner…”
Kirishima nodded in understanding and put his hand on Bakugou’s knee again. This time he didn’t jerk away. “You know we’re with you. No matter what. Both of us.” Kirishima looked over at you.
“You know I’d follow the two of you anywhere.” You agreed solemnly.
The three of you looked at each other and a mutual feeling of exhaustion and anxiety swept over you. Whatever explanation you thought Bakugou had for today, that certainly wasn’t what you expected. You realized a headache that had been creeping on the surface was slowly beginning to pound in your temples. You just wanted to sleep. Maybe you’d wake up and this would all be a bad dream.
Bakugou sighed for what seemed like the twentieth time that night and slowly stood up from his spot on the coffee table. “Well, if you’re hungry, there’s stuff in the kitchen to eat. I’m not in the mood to cook anything tonight. I think I’m just going to go to bed.”
Kirishima stood up as well and scratched the back of his head as he sheepishly brought up the sleeping situation. “Uh, Bakugou, I noticed there’s only one bed.” Kirishima had had the same thought as you. Three people, one bed, and one couch.
Bakugou's eyes narrowed at Kirishima's implication. “I’m sleeping in my bed. I don’t give a fuck where you extras sleep."
“Oh, come on, bro. Don’t do us like that,” Kirishima whined. Ah, there was that sense of normalcy again. Thank the gods Red could break the ice after such a heavy talk. You would have to thank him later.
Bakugou crossed his arms and glared at the red-head. “So? What do you want me to do about it?”
While the two men were arguing, you took a moment to peek into the bedroom which was actually a decent sized room. And it had a really big bed. A bed big enough for at least three people. An idea slowly formed in your head. “Is that a king sized bed?”
“California King. Why?” Bakugou asked as he eyed you suspiciously.
“Can we all just sleep in the bed?” You feigned a bit of innocence as you asked, knowing damn well this trope was straight out of a romance manga, one that Bakugou had probably also read.
“What? Together?” He asked, a tiny vein popping in his forehead. “Hell no.”
“Aw, come on! I don’t want to sleep on the couch! And you shouldn’t make her sleep on it either. Pleaseeeeee!” Kirishima pleaded, collapsing his hands as if in prayer as he begged Bakugou.
The angry blonde huffed, immediately giving in. “...Alright. But you stay on your side of the bed,” He said, pointing at Kirishima. “We’re not having a repeat of the last time we had to share a bed.”
You quirked your eyebrow at that, although it shouldn’t have surprised you. Kirishima and Bakugou had been friends since high school. It would make sense they would have shared a bed at some point in their friendship whether it was due to training or hero work. And Kirishima being a bed hog checked out. The guy was practically giant so even if it wasn't on purpose, it was probably near impossible for him not to hog space.
“Yes! I’ll stay on my side. Promise.” Kirishima gave you and Bakugou a little salute, obviously pleased with how this was turning out.
You grabbed your bag that you had packed from your apartment from the pile in the living room and headed into the bathroom. “I don’t know about y’all but my appetite is gone. I’m just gonna throw on my PJs and go to sleep.” The two men seemed to agree and made their way to the bedroom to pick their “sides” of the bed.
You looked through your bag, kicking yourself for not packing appropriate pajamas. You never slept in shorts or pants, and so you hadn’t packed any. Just shirts, jeans, leggings, socks, and underwear. You sighed but decided you’d wear what you always wore to bed. Mixed company be damned.
You changed into an oversized t-shirt and panties then flipped the bathroom light off. In the bedroom, Bakugou had claimed the left side of the bed, standing by the dresser as he plugged his phone up to a charger. Kirishima was on the right side, already sitting on the edge of the bed, his phone in hand as he willed it to suddenly have Wi-Fi so he could look at the news.
As you entered the bedroom, both Bakugou and Kirishima suddenly stopped what they were doing. Their eyes traveled up your legs from your thick thighs, curvy waist, to your bra-less chest. You cleared your throat and both of the men hurriedly looked away, matching blushes on their faces.
Something about the way they had looked at you wantonly made you feel powerful. You smirked as you sauntered up to the bed. “Hey now, we’re all adults here. I’m sure it’s not the first time you’ve seen a half naked woman,” you said, mocking Bakugou from earlier.
The blonde clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Shut the fuck up.” He mocked back. “And get in bed.” He and Kirishima had claimed their own sides of the bed, leaving the middle open for you. You crawled up the bed, feeling their eyes on you, then slipped underneath the covers and pulled them up to your nose.
Bakugou sank into the mattress next to you, already in a pair of thin sweatpants and a tank top. He looked over at you, his brows furrowed. “How do you breathe like that?”
“Through my nose?” You looked at him as if he had said the dumbest thing ever. It earned you a little “tch” before he turned over and shut off the bedside lamp. Kirishima also snuggled down into the sheets, spreading his long legs towards the end of the mattress. Everyone seemed to have enough room.
Still though, it was hard to keep your thoughts from wondering. The way they had looked at you. The fact that you were all three in the same bed too. The silly romance trope was the only thing keeping you from losing your mind.
Every time your thoughts drifted to the city or to zombies or to Shiozaki, you played a made-up scene of the three of you sharing this bed. You imagined what would happen if it were one of Bakugou’s romance mangas, and replayed it over and over again until you could fall asleep.
․° ☣ °․If we can’t find heaven, I’ll walk through Hell with you ․° ☣ °․
․° ☣ °․ If we can’t find heaven, I’ll walk through Hell with you ․° ☣ °․
ᛝ Pairing: Pro Hero!K.Bakugou x chubby!Reader x Pro Hero!E.Kirishima
ᛝ Contains: Pro Hero AU Setting, Zombie AU, NSFT Smut with Heavy Plot, Polyship, Dual Timeline, Reader is Chubby & has a Quirk, Violence, Blood + Gore, Minor Character Deaths, More Warnings in Chapter Notes. [Originally written as a self ship so reader may not be a true self insert.]
ᛝ Summary: Zombie Apocalypse and romance? Say no more.
You, Kirishima, and Bakugou find yourselves amid a zombie outbreak thanks to a very powerful quirk. With the world gone to hell and society crumbling around you, will you finally let your true feelings show? And what the hell does love and romance look like in the middle of the world ending?
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✘ GONE TO HELL ✘
chapter 1: on my way
chapter 2: memories
chapter 3: I promise
chapter 4: it's you
chapter 5: no more secrets
chapter 6: there were three
chapter 7: COMING SOON
NOTES:
All characters are aged up 25+ and loosely based on their respective characters. Bakugou is pretty soft in this (sorry!), but it's mostly for Reader and Kirishima. Don't worry; he's still loud as hell and an asshole to everyone else. I subscribe to the fact that Kirishima is a 7 foot tall, huge man. Bakugou is definitely a large man as well. Don't worry about them being able to lift you and throw you around like a rag doll. They can handle it. I will also try to put warnings before each chapter, but I may miss things so please see the list below as some general things to be aware of.
WARNINGS:
Reader is described as short(er) than the boys which isn't hard considering how huge these men are as well as chubby/plus sized with female anatomy. She/Her pronouns are used as well as fem nicknames like baby girl, etc. I do try to be inclusive other than these traits but this fic is so thinly self-ship coded that it's not even funny. I have gone back through and updated chapters as a few exclusionary phrases have been brought to my attention. Let me know if you come across anything not inclusive! Be nice though or I'll cry.
Minor Character Death(s) - It's a zombie apocalypse, people are gonna die.
Violence
Gore
Praise Kink
Rough Sex/Oral Sex/Anal Sex/"Unprotected" Sex (reader has an IUD)
YOUR QUIRK:
Your hero name is Seeker. Essentially, you are a mind reader. You can read thoughts, but what you are able to get from a person is heavily dependent on how "strong" their mind is. Some people have to be physically touched for you to be able to read their minds. Others' thoughts can be heard by from several feet away. Sometimes there are no words from people's thoughts, but you can get feelings, emotions, and, on rare occasions, pain. You can become overwhelmed if you aren't careful which can lead to debilitating migraines. Intruding thoughts are something that you have to deal with as well, but usually you get a warning via a body sensation that I describe in the story as "marching ants" or the feeling of a limb falling asleep. Music helps you with keeping control of your quirk. I go into more detail in Chapter 1 if you would like to learn more about your quirk and how it works.
Pairings: Bakugou x f!chubby!Reader
Word Count: 299 words
Contains: NSFT under the cut, PiV, dirty talk, kat's a little mean, etcetc
You thought teasing Katsuki with a new pair of knee socks would get you some attention. What it actually got you was shoved down into the bed, your panties ripped, and his cock shoved into your hole. You lost count of how many times you’ve cum now, the wet patch on the bed only spreading beneath you as he refuses to let up.
He snarls in your ear, gripping the back of your plush thigh just above your knee socks until the fat pushes between his fingers as he fucks his cock deep into your pussy. “This what you wanted, princess? Hah? Teasin’ me like that?”
But you’re too cock drunk to come up with a sensible answer, and he knows it. He grabs your other leg, making you wrap it around his waist so that the cotton material of your cute knee socks rub against him. He loves the way your thick thighs spill over the tops, how you whine when he brushes his warm, calloused fingers over the sensitive skin there.
Your sweet moans and little gasps are bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Watching the way you writhe beneath him, your breasts bouncing underneath his big shirt. He has a half a mind to rip that off of you too. Leave you naked except for the knee socks you purposely bought to fuck with him.
“Hope you’re proud of yourself, brat. Pulling me away from my work with these.” His hands caress the fabric at your knees before gripping just under them and pushing you further into the bed into a mating press. You let out a strangled gasp as he fucks you even deeper.
“Just a pretty thing for me to shoot my load into, hah? Be a good girl and fuckin' take it.”
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