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When you had planned for this trip, all of your friends had been on board with it. You guys were going to stay at some fancy cabin you would rent out for about a week, get drunk on wine and consume a shitload of marshmallows, cry out all of your frustrations into the night, and just enjoy each others company as you all prepared to go into the new year.
Somehow, it had all fallen through. It started off slowly at first, one friend saying they would come a day late, then another friend cancelling altogether, one friend refusing to go if her now ex boyfriend would be coming too. Everything went to shit until it was the day before you were supposed to fly down to the cabin together as a huge friend group, and you found yourself alone in the airport.
You were really doing this by yourself, huh? Spending an entire week alone in your cabin in the middle of the woods, dead smack in the middle of winter. It didn’t make it any better that there was a call for a snowstorm that might trap you here, but you couldn’t afford to back out now. So you give the nice lady your plane ticket and get on board of the plane, hoping that the trip turns out to be just as good by yourself as it would be with your bigger friend group.
…
Yeah, that was a fucking no go. The first three days were nice, setting up the fireplace and being able to walk around the large cabin with a glass of wine and in shorts with fuzzy socks while you danced to the music that played on the large TV in the living room. But quickly, you got bored. Your friends called as much as they could, trying to keep you company virtually while you spent your vacation alone.
By the fourth day, you were getting cabin fever. It was starting to snow lightly, and you feared that you wouldn’t have much food for the remaining days with the way you were gorging yourselves on snacks due to sheer boredom. So you hiked up into town to go to their quaint little grocery and convenient stores, picking up food and nicknacks that you could take home to your friends and put the little things on your fridge.
By the fifth day, you were tired of being there, alone especially. Your only friends were the occasional woodland creatures and that sweet redhead who rung you up at the grocery store and warned you of bears. He was pretty nice, nodding when you told him you were staying in that cabin, as he offered to come by and shovel some of that snow for you if it gets too heavy during the snowstorm that he was sure was coming.
And by the sixth day, he was right. Your flight was already cancelled for tomorrow, and the owners of the cabin allowed you to stay for another week, at least until the snow clears. The grocery store clerk, Kirishima was his name, made due on his promise and came by the next day with a grin and a shovel. When you tried to help, he only shooed you away, nodding his head at you that he was here to do all the hard stuff for a pretty lady like you.
When he finished for the day after the snow finally stopped, the piles that cleared the walkway of the house were almost up to his knees, which was fucking high since the man was a giant in his own right, you offered him some hot chocolate inside. He accepted it with another one of those wide grins, sitting across from you on the couch, offering up small talk before a flash of familiarity crosses his face and he licks away the whip cream from his top lip, your eyes tracking the movement before you force them up to his knowing eyes.
“Hey, uh, remember that warning I gave you about bears?” He asks. You nod, taking another sip of your hot drink before you set it down on the coffee table in front of you and turn to face him on the couch.
“Yeah, they love hanging around this cabin a lot, probably because of all the tourist who leave scraps and stuff.” Kirishima huffs a laugh at the thought, making you smile and chuckle with him. “But, I did see some bear paw tracks in the snow out on the back porch, and I just want you to be aware, you know?”
At the sound of his words, your heart drops. A bear? Close enough that it was on your back porch? And you didn’t even notice? You swallow thickly, suddenly too hot in your sweater and leggings, as you pull the material away from your throat.
“Oh my gosh,” you whisper to yourself, eyes darting behind you to the closed and locked back porch door, where the snow is scraped away thankfully by Kirishima. But you wonder if that only gives the bears further access to get inside of your cabin home.
“Hey hey hey,” Kirishima calls out to you, placing a large hand on your thigh to bring your attention back to him. Your eyes are full of worry and nervousness, wide and scared, and he couldn’t help but feel just a bit bad for you. His eyes soften, which make you feel just a bit better as he rubs soothingly at your thigh with a small smile.
“You’re gonna be okay. I’ll drop by every afternoon until you’re able to get a flight back home, and I’ll leave my number so you can call me if there’s an emergency. Alright, sweetheart?” God, these small town people are too nice for their own good. With a quivering bottom lip and teary eyes, you nod at him quickly. Kirishima only chuckles and pulls you into his side, rubbing soothingly at your hip as you get out your pent up emotions of being trapped in this snowstorm by yourself.
By the tenth day, the snowstorm has only gotten worse and the previous snow that Kirishima had shoveled out of the way only doubled up. Your only easy escape out of the house was the back porch since it was covered by the awning above, still thick with snow but not as high up and easier to move through.
You were low on food again (damn you stress eating), and had contacted Kirishima to see if he could drop by and bring you some food (and maybe more comfort hugs while he’s here, too). But, sadly the nice man was too busy shoveling snow for his older neighbors, although he promised to come by and drop some stuff off for you later, even hinting around staying the night to make sure the lights wouldn’t go out on you, especially since you were so, so alone. You had stumbled over your words at the offer, but agreed nonetheless.
In the meantime, you decided to explore more of the cabins grounds, especially since the snow had stopped falling at this point. You dressed warmly in a few layers, looking like a stuffed teddy bear almost, but deciding to keep on the layers since it was basically below freezing outside.
But the view? God, the view was gorgeous. The tress being weighed down by thick white snow, the backyard untouched and smooth on top of the few feet that blanketed and hid the ground beneath. The sun was low in the sky now, but the ambiance that painted your backyard was soothing and ethereal, something bittersweet. While it might have stranded you for an extra three days so far, how could you really be this upset with this beautiful, soft scenery in front of you?
That scenery, though, is interrupted when you see something in between the bushes on the other side of the back porch that you still hadn’t stepped down from. What the fuck was that? Weren’t all these little woodland creatures supposed to be hibernating and hiding, or something?
You blink, scrub at your eyes to make sure that your vision isn’t fucking with you but, no, something really is there. It almost looks like…a man, maybe? But the thing is big and too far hidden by the thickness of the snow hanging from the trees, and makes no move to reassure you that he’s not a creep and is only the property keeper or something. It only stands stock still, watching you the entire time as you feel your breathing pick up.
“H-Hello?” You call out, voice meek and muted from the thickness of the air around you. You swallow, throat stinging from the cold air as you try again. “Hello? Who are you?”
You take a step forward to see better and, fuck, you really, really wish you wouldn’t have. Immediately, whatever that thing is, starts to walk toward you. You back up quickly, your shoulder blades hitting the sliding door behind you as your eyes adjust to whatever is starting to come up to you.
Bear. Fuck, it's a bear. It’s the bear that Kirishima had warned you about and it was in your backyard and it was coming straight at you.
Holy shit. Holy fucking shit! What are you supposed to do? Black bears, you—you sit still and make zero noise, right? And if—if it’s a brown bear, then you make a lot of noise to scare them off. White polar bears wouldn’t be in this area anyway, so you’re not too scared of that, but…what the fuck do you do for bears with—with golden fur?
You realize that you’re frozen in place as the bear gets closer on all fours. It’s this close to stepping up the back porch steps when you finally will yourself into action. You yelp, turning around quickly and sliding open the backdoor, cursing the thick gloves that make your hand slip a few times. You hear the snow crunching getting louder as the bear starts to make its way up as it watches you panic.
In what feels like hours, you finally manage to slide the door open, darting inside and closing the door behind you, leaning against the glass for a second to catch your breath before you’re ripping off your gloves, hat, and scarf. You pull your phone quickly out of your coat pocket, hands shakily dialing Kirishima’s number as you try to calm your breathing down. He picks up on the fourth ring as you rest your weight against the door.
“Hey, pretty lady! How you holding up?” He can barely get his question out before you start panicking and yelling.
“Kirishima! Please come over and help, there’s a fucking bear outside my door and I think it’s trying to kill me and I don’t know what to do because its not black or brown it looks fucking golden and I don’t know how that’s possible but—”
“Whoa!” He cuts you off, holding his own hand up as if you could see him. “I’m halfway across town right now, and the snow is starting back up over here, so I don’t know how fast I can get to you. But, just lock all the doors and hide somewhere, okay?”
After a moment, when you don’t speak, Kirishima calls your name. But, you’re frozen in place again.
When he told you to lock the doors, you realize that you hadn’t locked the same door you were leaning against, and the moment you turned around to do so, your breath was snatched straight from your throat. There, standing on the other side of the glass door, was not a man nor a bear, but a mixture of both.
He had buttermilk, fuzzy little round ears on top of his spiky ash blond hair, a sharp and angular face covered in snowflakes with a soft pink-tipped nose, red eyes that glared at you, sizing you up and down, a strong upper body covered in thick body hair, his stomach soft and round, his legs matching his arms with the same thick hair and, wow, he was definitely standing there naked. But what really had you reeling was the fact that this bear-man-hybrid looked you dead in the eye before he just so nicely opened the sliding door and took a step in.
You gasped, stumbling backward and accidentally dropping your phone on the floor, hanging up on Kirishima in the process who was still calling out your name. You’re stunned into silence though, as the bear man takes another step in until he’s fully inside the house, staring you down all the while.
You damn near jump out of your skin when he suddenly shakes, hard enough that snow flies off of him and splatters onto your face and the floor beneath you. When he finishes, he glares over at you once more before he looks toward the kitchen. You flinch when he stretches in front of you, big clawed hands spreading above his head, his sharp teeth on display as he yawns, smacking his lips a few times as he closes the door behind him. You squeak when he opens his mouth again, but this time, to talk.
“Got any food?” His sentence is simple, but you weren’t really expecting this hybrid man bear thingie to be able to really communicate. Your eyes practically bulge out of your head as you stumble backward again, until your back hits the wall behind you. The bear only cocks his head at you, thick yellow brows drawing down in confusion as he blinks at you.
“You can,” you swallow before you speak again. “You can talk?” You whisper, eyes scanning over his body, jumping back up to his face when your traitorous eyes glance back down in between his legs. Yeah, he has fur, but is he not cold like that? And how is…it still so big, even in this weather?
“What the fuck does it look like I’m doing, hah?” The bear hybrid snaps, shaking his head, effectively shaking more snow off of him before he sighs. “Listen lady, I just want some food to take back to my cave, and then I’ll be out of your hair. Got it?”
But you’re still in total disbelief, mouth opening and closing a few times as you pinch your thigh. This has got to be a dream, right? It has to be. But even after you open your eyes, the bear hybrid is still there, still staring at you with a pinched expression, as he waves his hand in front of your face.
“Well? Do you?” He snaps again, taking a step forward, which makes you shrink back into the wall behind you. You hold your hands out in front of you as a weak form of protection, eyes wide and scared as you stare up at his hulking form.
“N-No, I’m sorry.” You whisper. “A friend of mine, a local guy, is supposed to be on his way with more food but, it might take a while. I’m sorry.” You apologize again, hands shaking in front of you when the bear only huffs. He watches you for another moment before pulling away and stalking into the kitchen.
“Tell Shitty Hair to hurry up with the food. I’m fuckin’ starving and freezing my ass off.” At the mention, you can’t help but look down at his naked backside, soft and light hair coating his skin and a small bushy little tail, before he disappears around the corner to enter the kitchen. You can only wonder who this shitty hair person is as you follow him.
You round the corner to see him going through your cabinets, dumping an entire tray of blueberries into his mouth before he flings the trash somewhere behind him, then moving on to the other cabinets in the kitchen. You splutter, picking up the trash and disposing of it quickly as you try to scold the bear hybrid.
“Excuse me sir, but please stop going through what little food I have! I can barely feed myself, much less,” you pause as you size his big frame up and down, watching him turn around to glare at you again. “Someone of your size.”
He snorts at the word choice, pulling out a container of honey as he turns his body to fully face you, uncaring of his undressed state. You shuffle uncomfortably on your feet, trying to resist the urge to stare at his soft tummy and the monster that lies in between his thighs. The room gets hot, or maybe you just get embarrassed standing in your kitchen as you try not to stare down the kinda sexy but scary looking bear hybrid, and start stripping out of your outer layers. You place everything on the chair at the kitchen table until you’re only standing there in tight sweatpants and a thin tee shirt, instantly shivering in the coldness of the afternoon, watching out of the window as snow starts to fall again.
The bear has been watching you the whole time, his eyes cast low as he tips his head back to drink the honey straight from the source. He licks his lips when he finishes, wiping his mouth with the back of a fuzzy hand as he eyes you up and down.
“You know,” he starts, watches how you shuffle on your feet to be as far away from him in the kitchen. “Bears usually have a mate with them while they hibernate.” At that, you cock your head to the side as you survey his face, how his mouth is a little sticky around the edges.
“Why aren’t you hibernating? It’s smack dab in the middle of winter.” You murmur, playing with your bottom lip in thought. Bears do hibernate, right? Damn, you really should’ve done more research about the animals around this place before you booked a trip here.
“I’m a hybrid.” The bear shrugs noncommittally, as if that was the explanation by itself. You only raise a single eyebrow before he huffs and rolls his eyes. “Full bears need to hibernate for the entire winter. Hybrids are fine with just sleeping for a few days out of the week, but it makes us hungrier and need more food since we’re up more often than the other kind.”
At that, you nod as if this made perfect sense. Yeah, bears and bear hybrids who are more human than bear, save for a lot of physical features and the lack of social decency to at least wear pants. Yeah, exactly. Perfectly normal. Extremely normal. Yeah.
…You need a drink.
You only nod at the bear in front of you before you’re on autopilot, still trying to adjust to what the fuck is going on around you. You move over to where he leans against the counters, reaching behind him to pull out the wine bottle and unscrewing it to drink straight from the source. In your haste, you don’t notice how the bear creeps in on you, how he cages you in until all you can see is him when you try to turn around, suddenly feeling his large presence behind you.
“What are you doing?” You whisper hastily, eyes wide as the hand that holds the bottle shakes slightly. The hybrid doesn’t answer you though, only bends down to stick his pink little nose into your hair, inhaling deeply before he groans. When you try to move, he fully cages you in, both arms shooting out and gripping the counter for dear life, sharp claws marking up the granite of the nice counters as he digs his claws in.
“Fuck, you smell good.” That’s the only thing the bear offers up as an explanation before he trails a wet nose down your hairline, around your ear, before he finds his way to the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You tense up, shoulders hiking up as his breath tickles you, the overwhelming warmth of his body, that you thought should’ve been colder than what it was, as he starts to press in against you.
When you feel the scrape of his teeth, feel his large mouth opening and spanning over the expanse of your throat, you feel tears almost instantly springing to your eyes. You swallow, biting back a sob as you feel his hot breath fanning over your pulse point and set down the bottle to keep from shattering it.
“Please don’t kill me,” you whisper, trembling all over as you watch how his hands flex before he starts clawing at the counter again. At that, he pauses, sticky mouth closing shut as he hums, rubbing his scruffy face against your cold cheek.
“Kill you? Now why would I do that to the pretty girl who’s about to carry my cubs?” It takes longer for the words to sink in than you’d like them to, but once they do, you panic. You gasp and try to turn around, but the bear presses all of his weight against you, which is a lot, really caging you in now as he strokes a clawed paw up and down your ribs and stomach.
“I can’t,” you whisper, tears springing to your eyes when you feel that same thickness from before grow even bigger as it presses up against the curve of your ass. “I can’t carry your—your cubs, I won’t be good for them, you need—need another hybrid for that.”
But the bear only shakes off your words, rubbing his cheek against your neck before he turns his head to breathe your scent in once more. He inhales deeply, sticky mouth open as he lets his tongue fall out enough so that the rough tastebuds can get a small lick of your salty flesh. It makes you whimper, body tensing up as he repeats the motion with slow laps until the side of your neck is effectively covered in his saliva.
“You’d be a great mama bear. Got the hips for carryin’,” he nips at your ear next, rumbling a laugh through his chest when you squeak and try to pull away from him. He grinds his hips into your ass when you tremble hard enough, groaning and cursing under his breath when he hears you gasp at the size of him.
“Cmon, whaddya say?” He hums, nipping again at your neck and ear and jaw and cheek until you answer him. He won’t let up, won’t relent until you give him an answer. “At least let me eat you as an appetizer.”
How the fuck a bear hybrid that allegedly lives in a cave knows what an appetizer is, is a question you don’t think you ever envisioned asking yourself before coming on this trip. But you do, as you whine when he holds both of your hips in his hands to drag his sticky cock up and down the curve of your ass as he bites a little harder on your jaw, something that will surely leave a mark, as he waits for you to answer him.
“Promise you won’t kill me?” You ask in a whisper, turning to face the bear hybrid to look him dead in the eye. His own red irises flutter, lids lowering as he bites softly at his bottom lip, sharp canines on display as he nods slowly.
“Promise. Can’t kill something this pretty.” He finishes his promise with soft lick to your mouth. You gasp, your own mouth dropping open, inviting the bear for another taste as he slides his tongue against yours. It’s more of him licking around your mouth and biting at your lips than it is regular kissing, but you enjoy it nonetheless, craning your head back to taste the sweet honey on his tongue as it flows from his to your own.
The moment you moan into his mouth, that’s enough to make the bear hybrid growl, claws flexing as he starts to shred at your clothing without a care in the world. You gasp when his claws nick you, and he apologizes with another swipe of his tongue against the roof of your mouth and teeth.
He doesn’t pull back until you’re standing there in shredded clothing, panting from the previous lack of air and the anticipation that comes along with fucking a bear hybrid. You’re not really sure if this is a fever dream or not, as you look behind you to see the bear coating his now standing, hard, and weeping cock with his own spit. He pumps himself a few times, swipes his hand between your legs, about to coat his cock in that too as he pauses, before he decides to bring his fingers to this mouth instead.
Instantly, he moans, eyes rolling up briefly into the back of his head as the taste of you floods his tongue. He peels his eyes back open, already locked in on you as you gasp, hips wiggling in anticipation as he levels you with a dangerous stare.
“I’m gonna have to come back to taste you, but fuck, I have to be inside of you now.” The bear speaks with urgency, shoving you until you’re laid flat on the counter, feet dangling in the air as he presses his body up against yours. You gasp, trying to turn around, despite the large claw on your head as your eyes widen when you feel his thick cockhead starting to push at your leaking hole.
“W-Wait, you’re not gonna prep me?” You ask in confusion, getting more than a few glances at the thickness of his cock, knowing that it might as well be as big as your entire forearm. You shudder at the thought, being pushed down again until your cheek presses against the cold granite once more. The bear leans down until his mouth fits against your ear, his sharp teeth grazing your skin as you feel him smile against you.
“Theres no prep in the wild. And by the way, m’name’s Bakugou. That’s what I wanna hear you fucking scream.” And you do just that when you feel his tip starting to slide into you. It’s uncomfortable, too tight, too big, too much to fit into your tiny hole. Tears prick your eyes as your throat already starts to feel raw from how you’re screaming, clawing at his fuzzy hip, trying to push his soft tummy away as he inches his way inside of you.
“S’too much!” You whine, a few tears puddling underneath your face on the counter below you. “Too big, too much too much too much I can’t!”
But Bakugou only ignores your whining, lathing soothing licks against your nape and shoulder blades as he tries to calm you, still refusing to pull out and prep you. He thinks it’s better this way though, as your tiny fingers would’ve never equated to fully stretching you out for his cock and his claws would’ve been too painful. You just gotta lay there and take it like a good girl.
“Just relax, pretty.” He whispers gruffly, licking at the cheek exposed to him, lapping up any stray tears. “Open up for me, yeah? Gotta let me in so I can breed this pussy, get a few cubs inside ya.” He whispers so sweetly, it makes your legs tremble and your eyes roll up into the back of your head. You never really had a breeding kink, but you also never expected to fuck a bear hybrid, so you guess this trip was all about new discovery shit, huh?
When Bakugou finally slides all the way in, your body slumps against the counter, completely weak and already fucked out. It doesn’t help that he softly pets at your clit after wrapping an arm around your waist, something to help you adjust to his size, his size being so big that it just sits comfortably against your sweet spot. It’s overwhelming—its too much—too fast—too quick and—oh.
You’re coming around him before you can even register that you’re close. Creaming his cock as you let out a low moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your body slumps even further into the counter, relying on Bakugou’s strong body to hold you up. And he does, with no complaints, groaning into your nape and nipping at you when you clench around him, softly calling out his name as your orgasm spreads from the top of your head to the tip of your toes.
“Feel good?” He whispers into your ear, bumping his head against the back of your own, nuzzling into your neck as he laps softly with his rough tongue. You can only moan underneath your breath, his cock still resting against your g-spot, never fully ceasing the onslaught of pleasure as you still feel your cunt quivering around him.
“S’good,” you slur out, mouth full of spit that you keep forgetting to swallow. Bakugou only chuckles, deep and low in his chest, as he fully curls his body above yours before he starts to slowly pull his hips out. It drags along that achingly good spot inside of you, making you whimper and yelp when he slams back in. And with that, he starts up his brutal pace.
You feel like a doll, really. You weren’t necessarily the smallest, but he was just so damn big and strong that he practically held you up like you weighed nothing. Hips gripped in his clawed paws, he uses your body like a toy, like you’re nothing but a hole for him to dump his seed into, nothing but a womb for him to fill up. Is it bad that the thoughts makes you clench even harder around him?
“Fuck, that’s a good mama, clenching around me.” Bakugou groans into your hair, growling when you shiver and buck your hips against his unceremoniously. You can only whimper, too far gone to remember to swallow your spit, as your drool puddles underneath your cheek, too fucked out to really feel nasty about it.
“You gonna cum again? Hah?” You hadn’t even realized that you were spasming around him again, lost in the pleasure as Bakugou ground his hips against yours to get an answer out of you.
“This cock making you dumb, is that it? You can’t even speak anymore ‘cause of me?” He sounds prideful, as he only uses one big paw to wrap around almost the entirety of your waist, using the other to wrap around your neck and pull you up until your back arched almost painfully. You could look at him upside down now, see his cute little ears flopping back and forth from the intensity of fucking you, see how his red eyes are practically black now, focused solely on your pretty face and how good you’re gonna look when you cum for him again.
“Cum on this cock, mama, come on. Make a mess on me.” Bakugou growls, big hand wrapping around your neck tighter as you started to lose air flow. Your eyes crossed before they rolled into the back of your head, mouth falling open in a scream as you reached your climax in only seconds, only needing his fat tip to rub against your g spot a few more times to cum this hard. None of the guys back home had ever made you cum without touching your clit, and you can’t believe a bear hybrid with a huge dick could be better than them.
But Bakugou continues to surprise you, as he comes so hard that he practically roars, head thrown back as he exposes the apple of his throat, barely coming down from his high before he rips himself out of you. You don’t even have time to whine at his loss when he sets you down and drops to his knees behind you. You go to ask what he’s doing, but you’re cut off by your own yelp in surprise when his mouth is suddenly on your cunt and he’s eating his own cum out of your now gaping hole.
He sinks his claws into the meat of your flesh and hips, pinning you in place as you squirm on his mouth, crying out when his lips suckle around your clit and lap quickly at the swollen bud. You double over on the counter again, reaching a hand back to tug at his soft ears, earning a grunt and a shudder from the bear below you sucking at your cunt.
“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum again, I’m gonna—oh shit!” You’re flooding his mouth before you can even get the words out, eyes rolled back, tongue out, mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Your thighs quiver so hard Bakugou fears you might collapse right here. But he’s there holding you up the entire time, mouth still attached to your clit as he drinks down both his own cum and yours, painting his mouth sticky and white. He only lets up when you whine and tug at his ears again, finally detaching his mouth with a pop.
You think you might’ve passed out, because when you open your eyes, you’re snuggled under a thick blanket and on top of a warm, soft body. You blink down at the sleeping face below you, Bakugou’s eyebrows drawn together as he huffs, a sharp tooth poking out between his soft lips as he grumbles and snores lightly in his sleep.
Wow, so that really wasn’t a fever dream, huh?
Your head snaps up when you hear the back porches sliding door open, eyes wide as you watch a familiar red mass duck inside. Instantly, you meet Kirishima’s eyes, guilty as fuck as you pull the covers over your shoulders more, suddenly aware of your nakedness.
“It’s not what it looks like.” You say quickly, but Kirishima only raises his eyebrows before he chuckles, showing you the grocery bags he’s holding before he plops them down onto the floor beside the door. He strolls easily into the living room, stopping to pet softly at Bakugou’s fluffy head and ears, who growls softly in his sleep with a twitch of his lip.
“See you met Bakugou.” He smiles, shooting you a wink as he eyes travel over your exposed shoulders and neck, landing on the purpling bruise that’s already staining your jaw from the bears sharp teeth. You feel your face get hot, shuffling slightly before you stop as to not wake up the sleeping mass beneath you.
“You knew it was him the whole time?” You whisper, eyes meeting his as you continue to lay on the warmth beneath you. Bakugou shuffles again and grumbles in his sleep at the two of you talking, but still doesn’t wake.
“Yeah, and I also knew that he was harmless. Just hungry, but I wasn’t expecting horny this time. It’s not even mating season, but I think he just liked you.” Kirishima winks at you, making you duck your head and get hot all over. You chuckle awkwardly, fiddling with the frayed edges of the blanket as you look back up at him from under your lashes when he bends at the waist to look at you.
“The bear gets some, but not the nice guy who’s been helping you out these past few days? How’s that any fair?” He asks, frowning down at you, making you feel guilty all of a sudden. You bite at your lip, looking away from him as you murmur,
“I mean, I can still take you up on that offer to spend the night, if you want? I wouldn’t mind showing you my gratitude.”
At that, he grins, wide and feral, knowing he’s gotten you exactly where he wants you. You didn’t have to know that this was actually his cabin all along under his pseudo names, and he asked his bear friend Bakugou to scare you a little so you’d come running straight into his arms. He didn’t even have to turn off the electricity this time to get you right where he wanted you—all he needed was a little sweet talking and good manners to get what he wanted all along, even if his dumb friend had you first. Kirishima always got the pretty girls who stayed here, and something tells him, that you just might be special.