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All my friends are heathens, take it slow
Wait for them to ask you who you know
Please don't make any sudden moves
You don't know the half of the abuse
We don't deal with outsiders very well
They say newcomers have a certain smell
You have trust issues, not to mention
They say they can smell your intentions
1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47
Day 68 - 1:26 PM
Music - Track 7 - Heathens - 21 Pilots
After refilling everyone’s water bottles, having a small breakfast, and packing up, you, Kirishima, and Bakugou continue on towards the radio tower. The walk to the next city is mostly peaceful. You don’t see but a few undead, and they are easy to avoid. You didn’t even need your music. Part of you wishes the three of you could stay out here, but you know it’s not possible.
Several hours of walking later, you’re out of the rural countryside and back into the city streets. The sun has already begun its journey towards sunset. You have about three hours of light left before you absolutely have to find shelter. With your earbuds back in, you take some time to look at your surroundings. You notice the pattern of quietness is continuing from this morning. Kirishima looks back at you and Bakugou, worry in his eyes. You share the same concern. Things are quiet. Way too quiet.
Deciding it’s safer for you to be able to hear than to not, you pull out your earbuds and tuck them into your pocket. You continue on despite the shiver that runs down your spine in warning. You tentatively seek out any thoughts that might be freely given with your quirk. Oddly, you find none. Not even those of the undead. You tap Kirishima on the shoulder to get his attention, then stop in front of Bakugou, holding your fist up. They turn their attention to you, and you begin to sign to them.
You: I can’t hear their thoughts.
Bakugou: Can you hear people?
You shake your head.
Kirishima: What does it mean?
You: It would be hard to believe that there is no one here.
Bakugou nods in agreement.
Bakugou: We need to get out of here right now.
Everyone nods in understanding. Back in formation, you all run quickly through the streets. Your eyes scan every window and door for danger. Something is not right here. I just can’t figure out what it is. Without being able to hear any thoughts, you feel more vulnerable than ever. There is no walking dead to be seen, but there is also no sign of the living either. It feels like a trap.
And it is.
You almost slam into Kirishima’s broad back when he stops short, his closed fist up to signal to you and Bakugou to hold your positions. In the middle of the eerie deserted streets, your eyes slowly pan across the buildings around you. You can feel Bakugou’s back to yours as he also scans your surroundings from behind.
The wind, which had been blowing gently throughout the day, comes to a stop. Your heart rate picks up as you strain your ears to hear anything in the distance. If you hadn’t been paying so close attention, you probably wouldn’t have heard it. You look down at the source of the almost indiscernible sound as a pebble bounces towards your shoe. And that’s when you notice how abnormally large the shadows are beneath your feet. You watch as the shadows on the street begin to stretch unnaturally as if the sunset was moving ten times its normal speed.
“The shadows!” You yell.
Before you can react, Bakugou grabs you from behind. His hands spark with power, preparing to blast the two of you away from the shadows. Unfortunately, just as he begins to use his explosive quirk, the ground below the three of you rumbles violently, knocking him off balance. The earthquake gives the shadows just enough time to wrap around your legs and pull you out of his arms.
“Fuck! Y/N!” Bakugou screams as he tries to grab your hands before you are out of reach, but he narrowly misses. Kirishima reacts quickly, grabbing you by the waist before you are pulled away completely. Bakugou grabs Kirishima by the waist as well, creating a tug of war, your body acting as the rope. Bakugou and Kirishima yank hard and are able to wrench you from the inky tendrils. The force of pulling so hard sends the three of you into a pile on the ground.
The shadows retreat as you try to catch your breath. You all untangle yourselves from each other, and stand back up in a defensive position. You, Bakugou, and Kirishima stand back to back, hands up and ready. Kirishima activates his quirk partially to his hands and arms while Bakugou’s hands glow threateningly.
As your head snaps around to look for adversaries, the air around you sparkles. An invisible force field that had formed a dome around you and a large section of the city slowly disintegrates. Now people, some with various physical quirks, ranging in age from child to adult surround you. You didn’t know whether or not to feel any relief at the fact that they were alive and not the undead.
“You just had to make this harder than it had to be didn’t you? I just wanted to talk.” A man with blonde hair stepped to the front of the rag-tag group, obviously their leader. “Red Riot, Dynamight, Seeker… It’s nice to see you again.” You have no idea who this guy is, but it doesn’t surprise you that he knows everyone’s hero name. Kirishima and Bakugou are high on the rankings and you are one of their rookies. People tend to take notice of you, especially since the three of you spend a lot of time together. Still though, you haven’t heard your hero name since you were at the Hero Commission, and that didn’t end well.
“Fuck you, Monoma.” Bakugou spit at the man’s feet, his hands still at the ready to blast him away. His anger is coming off of his body in waves. Bakugou is literally ready to explode on this dude. Who the hell is he anyway? Another Pro?
“If you can’t behave, I’ll have to have you take a little nap.” Monoma chastises. A young teen steps forward, a purple ball of mist beginning to grow in his palm. If you had to guess, he must have a quirk similar to Midnight’s, a quirk able to put their targets to sleep. “Now, if we can talk like civilized people–”
You scoff loudly. It is a little too late for civility after being ambushed like that, you think. “You tried to kidnap me, you asshole. Why would we listen to you?”
“Ah, Seeker. I haven’t had the pleasure. Nice to meet you in person. I am Monoma Neito AKA Phantom Thief.” He bows in front of you dramatically. “And I wasn’t trying to kidnap you, I was simply trying to keep Dynamight here from taking off with you.”
Bakugou barks out a laugh. “Whatever. Like I believe that.”
“Monoma, you didn’t have to attack us if you just wanted to talk.” Kirishima says firmly. Out of the three of you, Kirishima is, and always has been, the calmest. He slowly deactivates his quirk and looks at the two of you to follow suit. You give him a look but drop your hands. Bakugou glares at Monoma but also decides to follow Kirishima’s lead.
Monoma shrugs half-heartedly. “I wasn’t sure whose side you were on. Can never be too careful nowadays.” The three of you share a look between each other, but turn back to Monoma. What the hell could he have meant by that? “Whose side?”
“How did you know where to find us?” You ask. “We’ve been moving around. It couldn’t have been easy.”
“You’re on your way to find Deku, right? We all heard the transmissions. You’re going to the radio tower.” Whoever he was, Monoma was intelligent enough to figure out exactly where you were headed and what parts of the city you would have to pass through. It was frightening to know a complete stranger had figured out what you were doing which meant others could do the same if you weren’t more careful.
“That’s none of your damn business. So what do you want?” Bakugou bites out. His patience is thin, and it sounds like he’s already at his boiling point after Monoma’s shenanigans.
“Like I said… to talk. Why don’t I show you to our humble abode. Yeah?” You eye each of the people behind him and begin to gently prod their minds with your quirk, worrying that this is yet another trap. Monoma quickly steps into your line of sight, seemingly familiar with your quirk. “Nuh-uh. None of that mind reading, Seeker. At least for now. We need to trust each other. Now will you come with me willingly or will I need to have Haku here put you down for a nap?”
Kirishima grabs your hand and squeezes it before he answers for your group. “We’ll come, but I need your word that no one will get hurt.”
“Always so manly, Kirishima. I promise.”
After walking about a mile down the street, the group stops in front of a department store. It’s seen better days and looks every bit the part of an apocalyptic stronghold. Monoma’s group has done a good job of sealing most of the entrances and boarding up all the windows. The most impressive part was the sniper stations that looked to be man made. As you passed beneath them, you could feel their eyes boring into your skull. Maybe your quirk preceded you. It wouldn’t be the first time people were scared of you reading their most private thoughts, especially if they were guilty of something.
Monoma’s gang enters the building first in a single file line through a large and intimidating steel door. Once they are all in, Monoma waves in yourself, Kirishima, and Bakugou. Bakugou brushes past him first, making sure to give him a sneer, with you and Kirishima following closely.
The door closes behind Monoma with a loud clang. For some reason, it gives you a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. Kirishima’s hand tightens around yours. He hadn’t let go of your hand since Monoma’s promise. You start to think that Kirishima doesn’t trust him as much as he’s letting on. But then again, what can he do? It was better than being knocked unconscious and brought to Monoma’s base by force.
The entire first floor of the store is mostly open with some shelving acting as barriers. It is so dark inside that you have a hard time making out any other distinguishable features. Monoma cuts in front of Bakugou and begins to lead you all further inside. The further away you get from the door, the less safe you feel.
“You gonna tell us why we’re here or what?” Bakugou demands as Monoma brings all of you to an open circular area. The mismatched chairs and tables make you think it's some kind of common area, however it’s empty of people. The ones that came in before you are out of sight, but you know they are nearby as you prod gently with your quirk.
Monoma sighs, plainly annoyed with Bakugou already. “Yes, yes. You’ve always been so impatient Dynamight.”
Bakugou eyes him before clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Only when I have to deal with idiots like you.”
“You wound me…” Monoma places a hand over his heart dramatically before turning serious again. “At any rate, please, take a seat and I will explain.” He gestures to one of the tables that has four seats.
Bakugou yanks one of the chairs out and plops down, crossing his arms as he stares Monoma down. You reach for a chair beside him, but before you can take it, Kirishima pulls the chair out for you. You give him a small smile and sit down. He sits down next to you. Monoma remains standing, watching the three of you curiously.
“Well? I don’t have all day, asshole.” Bakugou barks.
“Apologies, I’m sure you are all tired. I can’t imagine what it’s like being out there with those… things. We’re quite lucky that we’ve been able to–”
Bakugou cut him off gruffly. “Get on with it, or we’re leaving.”
“Alright, alright. Fine. Wouldn’t kill you to have some polite conversation.” Monoma mutters the last part under his breath. “I’ll get straight to the point then. I need Seeker’s quirk. In case you are unaware, Seeker, I can copy most quirks, and I need the use of yours for a short time.”
Your heart seizes at the thought of letting someone copy your quirk. You obviously know first hand how hard it is to use your quirk, not to mention the drawbacks of it. And you really don’t know Monoma or what kind of person he is, but just from the reactions he’s been able to draw out of Bakugou and Kirishima, he doesn’t seem all that nice. You look between Bakugou and Kirishima to see their reactions first.
Bakugou’s brow furrows, and he leans his forearms on the table. His eyes bore into Monoma. Kirishima returns your look with a nervous one of his own. When Monoma doesn’t elaborate, Kirishima finally breaks the tense silence to ask what you all are wondering. “What do you mean? What for?”
Monoma snickers. “What for? Well, I have someone whose mind I need to read, of course.” He says as if it’s obvious.
You straighten your spin and address him directly. This is your quirk he’s asking for anyway. You should be the one to ask these kinds of questions. Can’t have him thinking you’re weak. “You’ll have to give me more information than that if you want to copy my quirk, Monoma.” You say firmly.
“I have a… friend… who is coming for a ‘visit’ tomorrow. They may have some information about the Commission and its demise that I need. However, I don’t think they will be very forthcoming with what they know.” Every word coming out of his mouth is suspicious as hell, you think.
Kirishima must be thinking the same as you because he says, “That sounds villainous, Monoma. Please think through whatever this is. It doesn’t sound right.”
“I have thought about it, Kirishima. Believe me.” Monoma says through gritted teeth. “It’s time we wake up. All of us. There is no such thing as heroes or villains anymore. It’s just us… versus them .” Part of you knows he isn’t talking about the monsters outside, but you aren’t quite sure who else “them” could be.
A silence falls over the small group. Monoma has made up his mind, you think. Regardless, it’s still your decision about whether or not to help him with this, you decide.
“And why should we help you? Kirishima, Bakugou, and I were all there when the Commission fell. We know how it happened. There’s nothing more to say.” You counter.
“Yes, but there could be more to the story, and I need to find out where…” He pauses as if he has said too much. He exhales through his nose and continues. “Regardless, the information they have is personal to me. It’s something I need to know.” He sounds desperate, his eyes search yours for some kind of understanding.
You swallow thickly. Your intuition is telling you that he’s telling the truth, even if he’s withholding information. Still, you aren’t sure if you want him to copy your quirk and break into an unwilling person’s mind. The land was currently lawless., but still, it wouldn’t be right.
You break eye contact and look down at the table, your head starting to swim. Kirishima watches you, reaching out a hand to grasp yours under the table. He gives you a reassuring squeeze then asks Monoma a question. “Why not let Y/N use her quirk on them instead? Why do you need to copy it?”
“First of all, the information is, as I said, personal. And second, I couldn’t ask her to do something like that. Not when I have nothing to offer in exchange.” Monoma explains to Kirishima. Monoma looks back to you, his face remains stoic and serious, but his eyes are pleading.
Bakugou slowly nods his head and then answers for you. “She’ll think about it.”
Your head snaps in his direction, concern in your eyes. He takes your other hand under the table and gives it a squeeze. Trust me is what he’s telling you. As much as you want to say no outright, you really do trust Bakugou. You take a breath and nod your head at Monoma in agreement. “Yes, I’ll think about it.”
He smiles and claps his hands together. “Well, that’s better than a no! I would appreciate an answer tomorrow, if possible. Our guest should arrive then, and I would like to get any… unpleasantness… out of the way as soon as possible.”
You agree to his terms, if a bit reluctantly. “I will give you my answer tomorrow before they arrive.”
“Excellent! Now, the sun has already set. While the immediate surrounding area is mostly safe, I would be a terrible host if I did not offer you a place to stay. We have several open rooms that would be much more comfortable than anything outside of these walls has to offer. Let me show you to your rooms for the night.”
You prepare for Bakugou to make a scene and demand that Monoma release you, but he surprises you. “Room. Singular.” Bakugou corrects him.
Monoma grins mischievously and gestures to the three of you. “Oh? Is this one of those poly–”
Bakugou cuts him off with a glare and says, “Shut the fuck up before I make you.”
He holds his hands up in front of his chest in surrender. “Okay, okay. My bad. Just curious…” Monoma smirks, pleased with himself. “Anyway, follow me.”
Monoma leads you all away from the common area, down a series of hallways, and up a flight of stairs. He explains that there are locker rooms on this floor with hot water which makes you balk. There is electricity, but it is used sparingly so each room comes with candles, matches and a couple of flashlights. There are a few lights active in common areas such as the locker rooms.
He also says you’d be the only ones on this particular floor if you did decide you didn’t want to share a room. Each room has a private toilet and either a queen sized bed or two twin beds. Bakugou asks for a room with a queen bed, and Monoma tries to hold back a smile. He quickly wipes it off his face when Bakugou shoots a glare in his direction.
As you walk down the corridor towards the room, you secretly wonder if Monoma is building an army of quirk users he could readily copy at any time, but that seems a little far fetched. Regardless, he and the people who seem to follow him had spent quite a lot of time creating a home of sorts that could house a lot of people.
You arrive at your room, and Monoma shows you in. He drops a key into your palm to lock the room up and wishes you all a goodnight with a twinkle in his eye. Gross. Once the door closes behind Monoma, you flop down on the bed, feeling like the air has been sucked from your lungs. You close your eyes, fighting the headache that is beginning to form behind them. “Fuck…” You breathe out.
The bed slowly sinks beside you and suddenly there are two arms wrapping around your shoulders and a face buried in your neck. You slowly relax into the warm embrace. You open your eyes, expecting to see familiar red hair but instead you find blond. You can’t help but smile at the unexpected hug.
Bakugou pulls you close, and you turn into him to wrap your arms around his waist. You gently rub his back. He must be pretty upset to show you this much affection with someone like Monoma nearby. Bakugou didn’t like to show any weakness. And you were one of the biggest ones he had.
“Are you okay?” You ask softly. Bakugou doesn’t answer, just nuzzles into you more.
After a few moments, you feel him sigh into your hair. “Thought we were going to lose you back there.”
“But you didn’t.”
He sits up, not meeting your eyes as he untangles himself from you. He leans his elbows on his knees, looking down at the floor. “Thanks to Kirishima. I fucked up. I shouldn’t have hesitated.”
Kirishima sits on the other side of him, placing a hand on his upper back supportively. “Shit was happening so fast. We didn’t know what was happening. Don’t blame yourself, man.”
“I’m better than that… I’m supposed to be better than that.” He replies quietly. Bakugou closes his eyes, his brows furrowed as if he is considering the worst case scenario had already happened, that you were gone.
You grab his hand and give it a comforting squeeze to let him know that you’re still here with him. “I’m okay, and that’s what matters.” He nods but you can tell that there is still a lot of regret and what-if’s playing inside his mind. “I think we should shower then try to get some sleep. Think it’s safe enough?” You ask, looking up at Kirishima.
“Even if I actually did feel 100% safe here, I don’t think I’ll sleep that great considering how small this bed is, but we can make it work. Extra cuddle time!” Kirishima grins at the two of you.
Bakugou rolls his eyes, but a small upturn of his lips lets you know that he could use the comfort of the three of you together even if you did all have to squeeze into a queen sized bed. It is better than a concrete floor, you remind yourself. It has been awhile since you all have been able to sleep together without someone keeping watch.
You stand up from the bed. “I’m going to take a shower first. Monoma said the showers are down the hall, right?” You begin to rummage through your bag for a clean shirt and underwear to replace your dirty ones. There was no sense in bringing any bottoms because you were going straight to sleep after your shower anyway.
A towering figure suddenly blocks what little light the lit candles in the room have to offer. You look up to see Bakugou with an eyebrow raised. The conversation from this morning plays through your mind, and you bite your lip hoping that he is thinking of it too. As if he knows what you are thinking, he cocks his head to the side, looking down at you. “Why do you get the first shower, huh? Are you planning on taking all the hot water?”
You stand up with your clothes in your arms and start towards the door, pretending that you were not just thinking about that. “The last time we had hot water was probably 6 weeks ago so I’m definitely going to take advantage of it. I’ve taken way too many cold baths, and I am going to enjoy this one…” You turn and look over your shoulder, fluttering your eyelashes. “That said, I might leave you some if you’re nice to me.”
You instantly regret the words leaving your mouth when you see a familiar and dangerous smirk on the blonde’s face. “What was that, babygirl?”
Kirishima quickly cuts in, sensing the growing tension in the room. “I have an idea. Why don’t we all just shower together? It’s a locker room right?”
You put a finger on your chin as you pretend to ponder your answer. “Mmm… sure.”
You smile mischievously, an idea coming to you in the moment. You glance back at Kirishima and then Bakugou before flinging open the door and booking it down the hallway, giggling excitedly. You skid in front of the door to the locker rooms and push the door open. You can hear the boys scrambling after you so you run straight to the showers, only pausing to fling your clean clothes on a bench.
As you’re trying to take off your shoes, hopping on one foot, the locker room door slams open and two pairs of boots stomp across the tiled floor. You hear Bakugou's voice as he and Kirishima continue to come for you. “You can’t run from us.”
“I just did.” You tease, tossing your shoes to the side and yanking off your clothes as quickly as you can. Bakugou rounds the corner with Kirishima right behind him just as you step into the open shower completely naked. They both quickly try to undress to join you, and you can’t help but laugh at the comicalness of all of it. Both of them struggle to get their boots off before having to give in and sit on the bench to properly untie them. You decide to use the added time to enjoy the shower by yourself as you had intended with the “race” to the locker room.
You turn on the water and, after just a few seconds, warm water shoots from the shower head. You step under it and can’t help but sigh happily. A towel rack and a shelf with washcloths and soap line the wall just above the shower head so you reach for what you want on your tiptoes, excited for a proper shower that you haven’t had since being at the cabin. You’ve been able to get relatively clean while on the road with cold dips in clean bodies of water when they were available, but it was mostly “bird baths” for you and the boys.
You relish in lathering up your body, taking your time as you use the washcloth over your breasts and soft tummy. The warm water and fresh smell from the bar of soap fill your senses. If there was anything mundane that you missed the most from the time before Necromancer, it was a hot shower.
You don’t get to enjoy the warm water alone for long though. Soon, there’s two pairs of scarred and calloused hands on you, roaming up and down your suds-covered body, squeezing and caressing your curves. You open an eye under the water and see Kirishima in front of you, his hands caressing your waist. Bakugou squeezes your wide hips, ducking his head under water to kiss your neck. Kirishima mirrors him, kissing the other side of your neck.
How long had it been since you all had been able to do something like this? Too long, you think. You drop the washcloth, everything else fading away as you give in to the two men that have you sandwiched between them.
A low moan escapes you as one of Bakugou’s hands leaves your hip and reaches between your thighs. He parts the lips of your pussy to gently rub your clit. You clamp a hand over your mouth as you start to moan louder, but Kirishima pulls it away, putting your hand on the back of his head instead. You slide your fingers through his long red hair before gripping it at the roots. It elicits a groan from him that sends an excited shiver through your core.
Bakugou slowly slides a thick finger into your cunt causing you to gasp. He smirks against your neck and mutters into your ear, “How are you already this wet babygirl?” You hum in response. With Kirishima’s teeth grazing against your sensitive skin and Bakugou knuckle deep inside of you, you can barely form a coherent sentence.
With one hand still gripping your hip, Bakugou slides a second finger inside of you, eliciting another moan from your lips. His hardening cock presses against your back as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out, stroking that spot inside that he knows you like. Your legs feel like jelly already, and the real fun hasn’t even started yet. After a few moments, he slides his fingers out and places them against your lips. You open your mouth and eagerly suck your juices from his digits. Bakugou sucks his teeth as he watches you. “Fuck… I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold myself back.”
Kirishima chuckles and grips your ass cheek, squeezing the fat there appreciatively. “Don’t think I didn’t hear the two of you talking this morning.” He says gruffly into your neck before meeting your lust-filled eyes as you slide your tongue along Bakugou’s wet fingers. “She doesn’t look like she wants you to hold back, Bakugou. I think you should let her have it.” Heat pools in your stomach at his words.
Bakugou must agree because he spins you around, puts your hands around the back of his neck, grips the back of your thick thighs and hoists you up easily. You instinctively wrap your legs around his hips. He steps close to the shower wall and presses your back against it, kissing you hungrily. His fingers dig into your plush thighs as his hard cock presses against your pussy.
You moan against his mouth, and he takes advantage of your parted lips. He slips his tongue into your mouth eagerly. You wind your fingers into his hair, trying to get some kind of leverage to rub against him. He grunts and pauses his assault on your mouth to look into your eyes. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he says huskily.
“I need you,” you whine.
The corner of Bakugou’s mouth turns up, pleased with your answer. With one hand, he grips the shaft of his hard cock and rubs the head up and down your wet slit, his hips pinning you to the wall. Your legs tighten around his hips, trying to make him slip his cock inside. You cry out in surprise when the hand that had been supporting your bottom smacks it.
“Don’t rush me.” He growls.
“S-sorry…” You mutter, trying to keep yourself under control. Luckily, you don’t have to for much longer. Bakugou heeds your pleas and guides the head of his cock to your entrance. As he begins to slowly push in, you bite your bottom lip at the pressure and lean your head back against the tiled wall. Bakugou nuzzles your neck, placing gentle kisses along your jaw as he continues to slide himself deep inside of you.
You turn your head to the left slightly and next to you is Kirishima, his eyes roaming up and down your body but lingering on Bakugou’s hands gripping your round ass. He slowly washes his body with a soaped up washcloth as he watches you. His cock twitches when you moan. He can’t help but to stroke his hard cock beneath the water at the sight of you.
“Fuck… so tight…” Bakugou mumbles. You feel him bottom out, his hips flush with yours. “Ready?” He asks, and you nod your head fervently. With both hands under your ass and gripping you hard, Bakugou begins to slowly thrust in and out of you. You moan loudly, your walls clenching around his hard length. He sucks his teeth. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re going to make me cum if you keep that up. At least let me make you cum first, babygirl.”
You mutter something that sounds like an apology about how you can’t help it, but you aren’t even sure if you said any real words. Bakugou picks up the pace, hitting that special spot inside of you at just the right angle. You cry out, gripping his shoulders. You dig half moons with your nails into his skin as your body trembles with pleasure. He doesn’t let up, continuously thrusting into you as he pants in your ear. “So good… You’re doing so good, baby.”
All you can do is hold onto him as your back arches off the wall. There’s no words in your head right now anyway. All of your senses are taking him in. The way his cock fills you up over and over again, his fingers digging into your thighs as he holds you up, the warm water running down your bodies.The sound of wet skin slapping against each other, his cute moans in your ear… Oh fuck.
You can feel that familiar coil tightening in your tummy, ready to break. Bakugou can feel it too. “Gonna cum for me, baby?”
You manage to find your voice, even if just for a moment. “Yes! Yes! Oh fuck!...”
“Do it. Cum for me.” He commands. And just like that, the coil inside of you breaks. You moan out his name, your nails digging into his shoulders. Your hips buck into his, and he has to press you harder into the wall to keep from dropping you at the sudden movement. He grunts as he continues to thrust into you, letting you ride out your first orgasm of the night.
“Good girl…” He kisses you deeply, massaging your ass from below as you begin to come down from your high. “Let me know when you’re ready for me to put you down.”
“Hah…” You laugh, closing your eyes and leaning your head back against the wall as you catch your breath. “Yeah, I can’t feel my legs so good luck with that.”
He chuckles, and you feel another set of hands lifting you off of Bakugou. “I got her.” And then Kirishima is pulling you into his arms. “Why don’t you finish your shower, and I’ll get her cleaned up?”
Bakugou nods and gives you a chaste kiss before turning on the shower next to yours to wash off. Kirishima cradles you under the water and slowly sets you on your feet, still supporting most of your weight. He kneels and you grip his shoulders for stability as he takes your washcloth from earlier and begins to carefully wash your body and between your thighs. His touch is so soft and gentle as he takes care of you.
You kiss the top of his head. “Thank you, Kiri.” He just smiles up at you and finishes washing you up. He turns off the water and picks you back up bridal style to bring you to the bench where you had thrown your clean clothes.
As you sit on the bench and wait for your legs to stop feeling like jelly, Bakugou joins Kirishima who is kneeling in front of you, checking on the bruises decorating your thighs. “They look good don’t they?” Bakugou says, sounding proud that he marked you up.
“I think I could do better.” Kirishima says, knowing Bakugou can’t pass up a competition.
“Oh, yeah? Well, I wasn’t done anyway.”
“I don’t know, man. She already looks fucked out.” Kirishima says doubtful, but you can see the hint of a smirk on his face. “Can you take anymore, baby?” He asks you. Your eyes widen with excitement, and you nod. Bakugou leans down and says something you don’t quite hear to Kirishima. Kirishima grins and picks you back up. “Let’s get to the room then.”
“Um, what about towels? I’m dripping everywhere.” You gesture to your wet hair and body which is still dripping from the shower.
Bakugou rolls his eyes but is already grabbing some dry towels from one of the open lockers. “I’ll bring some towels. And there’s no one on this floor remember? We can do whatever we want.”
Kirishima walks back to your room with you in his strong arms with Bakugou close behind. After the three of you dry off and put a towel over the bedsheets for any mess, Bakugou pulls you onto the bed, a devilish look in his eye that you aren’t sure if you like or not. This time Bakugou pushes you to your knees then kneels in front of you. Kirishima comes up behind you on his knees, grabbing at your ass and wide hips as he kisses along your shoulder.
Bakugou watches the two of you, admiring the way your mouth drops open when Kirishima pulls you close, letting you feel his hard cock against your ass. He strokes his cock a few times before getting impatient and grabbing your chin to make you look at him. “My turn to cum, baby. Put that pretty mouth to use and suck my cock.”
You nod, and he kisses you hard before pulling you down towards his cock. You lean over, taking his cock in your hand as the other one helps you balance. As you lick up his length, Kirishima pushes against your ass, grinding his cock against you. You hum against Bakugou’s cock, feeling that familiar excitement in your belly.
You slowly push Bakugou’s cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue along the sensitive underside. He grips your hair at the root, breathing hard already. “Fuck… I’m going to fuck your mouth, babygirl. Do you want that?” You nod with his cock still in your mouth. He smiles crookedly as he watches you so eager to please him. He pulls your hair away from your face, back in his hand, and slowly thrusts his hips forward, hitting the back of your throat. He lets you adjust then slowly pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in.
As Bakugou fucks your mouth, Kirishima slowly slides two thick fingers inside your already dripping cunt. “We definitely can’t go that long without fucking again. She’s soaked already.” He says to Bakugou as he slowly fingers you causing you to hum around Bakugou’s cock.
Bakugou’s eyes haven’t left your mouth wrapped around his cock, but he’s in agreement. “She’s such a little slut for us. We’ll have to take better care of her. Won’t we babygirl?” As you nod, you feel the head of Kirishima’s thick cock already pressing against the entrance of your pussy. Guess he couldn’t wait. You grip the sheets below you as he pushes further in, slowly stretching you. He is much bigger than Bakugou, but since Bakugou fucked you beforehand, the stretch isn’t as bad as it is when Kirishima fucks you first.
You stay still as his cock splits you open, your walls enveloping him completely until he bottoms out. You both groan as his hips make contact with your ass. Bakugou smiles down at you. “Such a good girl. Taking both of our cocks at the same time.” You blush even though this isn’t the first time you’ve been in this position. It’s just that nickname… it does it for you every time.
Kirishima breathes deeply before slowly pulling out until just the head of his cock is still inside of you. As he slowly thrusts in, you moan around Bakugou’s cock. Bakugou’s grip on the back of your head tightens, and he thrusts faster into your mouth. “Fuck, that was hot… Do that again. I like when she moans with my cock in her mouth.”
Kirishima grips your wide hips as he thrusts into you again, making your ass jiggle with each thrust of his hips. “Fuck… You’re so tight, Y/N.” Your slick helps him slide in and out easily despite how tight your walls are bearing down on him. He snaps his hips forward more quickly now, his desire getting the best of him as he thrusts faster into your tight pussy. “Oh my god… Feels s’good…” He moans, digging his fingers into your soft hips.
You breathe hard through your nose as both men use you, fucking into your mouth and pussy. You can’t hold back your moans even as Bakugou’s cock hits the back of your throat, causing your eyes to water. “Look up at me.” His rasps. You look up at him through your lashes. His face is flushed, and the top of his ears are red. He’s getting close, you think.
Kirishima’s thrusts are getting harder and faster. He’s slamming your hips back against him now to meet him halfway, watching the way your big ass jiggles when it collides with his hips only turns him on more. He angles his hips in a way to hit all kinds of spots inside of you that make your toes curl. Your spongy walls clench deliciously around him which makes him moan your name and swear between pants.
Bakugou takes advantage of you being pulled by Kirishima and pushes you down further on his cock when you bounce forward from Kirishima’s thrusts. Your eyes well with tears as his cock reaches further down your throat than before. He’s still staring down at you, watching the way his cock moves past your lips and how your eyes sparkle every time Kirishima hits a particular spot. He uses his thumb to wipe away a tear that found its way onto your cheek. “M’getting close, baby…” He says, his voice breathy.
“I’m so close… I think she is too.” Kirishima says huskily, his brow furrowed as he concentrates on each thrust inside of you and the way your pussy throbs around his thick length. “Ready?” He asks, and Bakugou gives a single nod.
They both pull out slightly before thrusting back in your holes at the same time, filling you completely. You’re seeing stars now, barely able to keep yourself up on your hands and knees as pleasure rocks your body from mouth to pussy. It only takes a few times of doing this before they both grunt and pull you against them at the same time, cumming inside of you. You can barely moan with Bakugou’s cock so deep in your mouth, but the feeling of being so full is enough to make you come undone along with them.
Kirishima’s hips still as his cock twitches inside of you, his hot cum filling your cunt and dripping down your thighs. Bakugou holds your head as he finishes cumming down your throat only to slowly pull out and make you open your mouth so he can see his cum on your tongue. He smirks, pleased with you, and you close your mouth to swallow it all.
|◁ II ▷|
You can't see me, no
Like I see you
I can't have you, no
Like you have me
And I want you in my life
And I need you in my life
1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47
Day 6 - 7:30 AM
Music - Track 8 - You - The Pretty Reckless
“All I’m saying is that I would like to know what’s happening out there.” Kirishima explained for the millionth time since you got to the cabin almost a week ago. It was a never ending argument between the two Pro Heroes at this point.
Bakugou’s face contorted as he spat, “And I’m telling you that you’re better off not fucking knowing. I saw that quirk first hand. The Commission is either already fucked or they’re going to be.”
“Come on, Bakugou.” Kirishima pleaded. “We can’t just bury our heads in the sand. What if the Commission needs us?”
“Fuck the Commission!” He snarled. You winced at Bakugou’s harsh voice and tried to bury your face in the romance manga you had found in the bedroom that morning.
“...Bakugou.” Kirishima sighed, running his hands through his undone long hair. You didn’t even have to look up to know Kirishima was giving Bakugou those giant puppy dog eyes he was so good at.
“I know, I know…” The blonde scoffed and folded his arms, looking away from Kirishima’s wide ruby eyes. “Look if you’re that fucking determined to be a pain in my ass, there’s a police scanner and a radio down in the basement. Help yourself.”
Kirishima bounced up, clapping his hands together in thanks. “Thank you, Bakugou.” He wasted no time in going through the kitchen to the door that led to the basement and bounding determinedly down the steps. You could feel Bakugou bristling with annoyance next to you.
After last night, he seemed to be less cold towards you. He actually tried to argue with you about the manga you found, claiming it wasn’t his and must have been left by an ex-girlfriend - you knew better - but this was way better than being ignored. Even now, he was sitting beside you despite there being other seating in the living room. Before Kirishima had started back in about contacting the outside world, he’d been reading over your shoulder and watching your reactions to certain scenes.
It was nice.
Bakugou clicked his tongue against his teeth as he stood up from the couch. “M’gonna go for a run. Don’t let Shitty Hair have a nervous breakdown while I’m gone… He’s not going to like what he hears on the scanner.” He lowered his voice as he said, “If he even hears anything.”
You feel a chill up your arms at the implication of his words and nodded solemnly. Suddenly the cheesy romance manga felt silly to read in comparison. As Bakugou left through the back door of the cabin, you set the book on the coffee table and padded barefoot down to the basement to find Kirishima.
You had honestly been curious about what was happening in the city as well. You had escaped before things had gotten too bad, which you were thankful for. However, that meant all you had left to imagine was scenes that came from horror movies and TV shows.
Despite being below a rustic cabin in the middle of the woods, Bakugou’s basement was very clean and organized. Several shelves of non-perishable foods, hygiene care items, and even some medicine lined one of the shorter walls. It was like Bakugou had really been preparing for this day since he found out about the Necromancer nomu. You mentally shook yourself, not wanting to think about what might happen if you ran out before things returned to some kind of normal.
Walking past the shelves and various camping equipment, you found Kirishima sitting at a card table in a metal folding chair wearing a large pair of over-the-ears headphones. The police scanner and radio were sitting on the table in front of him. He fumbled with the knobs, his tongue slightly sticking out from between his lips in concentration. You dragged one of the metal chairs out from beside him, and he looked up at you in surprise.
“Anything?” You asked hopefully. Even if Bakugou was right, and you’d be better off not knowing the extent of damage in the city, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t at least worried about everyone left behind and how they were fairing without the three of you.
Kirishima shook his head. “Eh, I’m having trouble finding any channels that seem to be in use. Just a bunch of white noise and static.” He continued to fumble with knobs, his brows furrowed. It was obvious he hadn’t actually used one of these before. You highly doubted Bakugou would be willing to show him how it worked.
But you would be willing to give it a shot. Years of working with the police hadn’t necessarily given you the skills to work an old police scanner, but you knew a trick or two that could at least get you to a working channel. “Mind if I try?” You asked, gesturing to his headphones.
Kirishima blinked a couple of times before registering what you said. “Sure. Sometimes I forget that you used to be a detective.” He smiled and took off the headphones before handing them to you.
You chuckled as you slipped the headphones over your ears. “I do, too.”
After a few minutes of searching through static, you finally found a working channel. “Got it!” You exclaimed victoriously. You slipped the headphones off and offered one of the sides to Kirishima. He blushed slightly as he leaned in to listen along with you.
You heard voices speaking mid-conversation, most likely law enforcement. The conversation was a bit hard to follow but it sounded like there were 3 people talking to each other, trying to methodically pick off the undead inside the city to clear out certain areas for rescue efforts.
“Ten more by the corner of block 3 and 4.”
“Sighted. Take ‘em out.”
Loud gunshots could be heard as the radio crackled in and out. Your heart hammered in your chest as you pressed your ear harder against the headphones, trying desperately to hear if they were okay.
“We aren’t going to make it out. There’s too many of them.”
Your heart fell to your stomach, and Kirishima noticeably stiffened next to you.
“I thought you said there were only ten of those fuckers?!”
“Didn’t see the ones in the alley. They’re pissed. Get out now.”
“Get out of there! Now!”
“It’s overrun! Go! Go! Go!”
“We’re pinned! Oh fuck–”
You gritted your teeth as you heard the screams of people in the background fighting against the walking dead. A vision of Shiozaki flashed before your eyes. That could have been you, you thought. Your hands closed into fists, your nails digging into your palms as you hoped that they would be okay.
“Tell my wife I said I lo–”
Your heartbeat was so loud in your ears as you continued to strain to hear anything through the static. An eerie silence fell over the channel before it crackled to life again.
“Beta, come in.”
“Beta, come in, please.”
“Base, we’ve lost contact with group Beta. Delta has also been out of contact for an hour now. Group Alpha is on the way back. Mission failed.”
You started to feel light headed and leaned away, not wanting to hear anymore. Bakugou was right. It would have been better for you to not have heard any of that. Things were not going well if that one transmission was anything to go off of. Kirishima put the headphones down, reached out across the table, and took your hand in his.
“Hey… it’s going to be okay.” He said softly, rubbing slow circles into the top of your hand.
You shook your head as tears unwillingly filled your eyes. Despair was the best word for how you were feeling right now. And what could you do? Nothing. Not a fucking thing. Mind readers weren’t built to be heroes in the first place, and your quirk was a detriment right now. If you actually did show up at the Commission to help, you’d just be in the way…
“You don’t know that.” You sniffled, rubbing your other hand across your face to rid the evidence of the potential falling tears.
Kirishima let go of your hand to grab your chair and pull it to bring you closer and face him. He held both of your hands in his as he watched your face with concern. “I do know that. Everything will be okay as long as…” He trailed off, his gaze falling to the floor as if he wasn’t sure he should finish that sentence.
You bit your lip and said quietly, “See? You know it.”
Kirishima’s eyes returned to your face. He squeezed your hand reassuringly. “No, it really will be okay.”
You shrugged a shoulder and shook your head. “You heard the same thing I did. What makes you think it’s going to be okay?”
“That was just one mission we overheard. I bet there've been more successful missions than failures.” He argued. “I’ll listen every day and find out for myself. I know Bakugou didn’t want us to listen to what was going on for this very reason, but I can handle it, okay?”
You didn’t say anything. What could you say? Kirishima was always the optimist while you were more of a glass-half-empty kind of girl. Of course he believed what he was saying, but you were having a harder time looking at things the way he did. And Bakugou had thought it would be Kirishima who would break down...
He hooked a finger under your chin, making you meet his eyes. “Hey… Y/N. We’ll be okay.”
You turned your face away. “You can’t say things like that. There’s too many unknowns.”
“I can say it when I believe it… Don’t forget what I said the other day. I’ll wait as long as I have to for you, but…” Kirishima gently stroked your cheek, waiting for you to meet his eyes. When you finally looked at him, you almost lost your breath. The emotion and love coming from him could have knocked you down had you not been sitting. “But don’t think I won’t do everything I can to make things okay for you. For us.” He said softly, rubbing his thumb against your cheek.
Before you could stop it, a tear fell. You quickly blinked, hoping he hadn’t seen, but of course he had. He leaned in to you, his lips against your cheek to kiss it away. You couldn’t breathe, your heart pounding in your chest from his touch. He pulled away slightly, his eyes half lidded. You sucked in a breath of air right before his lips crashed into yours.
Soft and warm, protective and loving. Butterflies danced in your stomach as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You let him lead, his lips pressing against yours over and over again. You couldn’t help but give in and kiss him back. Being inside his head had been intimate, but this kiss was on another level.
He slowly pulled back, both of you trying to catch your breath. “I-I hope that was okay. I should have asked first.”
The sound of something metal clattering to the concrete basement floor broke the spell between the two of you. Your head snapped towards the sound to find a flustered Bakugou who was trying to fix the pair of folded chairs he had just knocked over.
You quickly untangled your arms from around Kirishima who was looking just as red as Bakugou. Kirishima stood up so fast that he knocked his own chair over. As he scrambled to pick it up, he tried to explain. “Bakugou, it’s–”
“Shut the fuck up.” Bakugou snarled. “I didn’t see anything okay? I’m going back upstairs.” He turned around and made his way back up the stairs, taking two steps at a time like he couldn’t wait to put more distance between him and you.
“Wait!” You called after him. You ran towards the stairs, Kirishima right behind you. As you got to the kitchen and turned the corner, you heard Bakugou slam the bedroom door, shaking the windows of the cabin.
“Fuck.” You said under your breath as you stared at the closed bedroom door.
Kirishima walked straight to the door and knocked. Brave motherfucker. Kiri is the only soul brave enough to go after a pissed off Bakugou. “Bakugou, let us in.” He called.
“No. Fuck off.” Bakugou’s voice came through the door angry and muffled.
“Please.” Kirishima begged.
“Let’s talk about this.”
“Nothing to talk about. Go the fuck away.”
“I’m not going away until you open this door and talk to me.”
Kirishima sighed, deciding he may have to take desperate measures. “I’ll break the door down. I swear I’ll do it.”
“You better not, idiot. I’ll beat your ass.” Bakugou threatened through the door.
“Open it or I’ll open it for you, Katsuki.” Your eyes widened at the use of Bakugou’s first name. You had never heard them call each other by their first names, at least not in your company.
You heard some shuffling from the bedroom before you heard Bakugou’s voice again. “...Goddamn it.” He wrenched the door open, causing Kirishima to jump back. His face was still as red as before, but his eyes also looked a little puffy. Had he been… crying? Surely not. Definitely not over Kirishima kissing you. Right? Right?
“Are you okay?” Kirishima asked softly, taking in Bakugou’s disheveled appearance.
“What the fuck do you think, Shitty Hair? You’re so fucking stupid.” He spat. “You’re so obvious with your own shit but you can’t see what’s right in front of you.”
Kirishima looked hurt and taken aback by his words. “What the hell, man? What’s wrong with you?”
“You. And her.” Bakugou pointed at you accusingly. “That’s what’s wrong with me.” He couldn’t even say your name. Ouch.
“Why? What did we do?” Kirishima asked exasperatedly. Shit was going down hill, and it was going down fast. You began to feel sweaty and nauseous. You wanted to say something, but there was nothing you could say that would make things better.
Bakugou said nothing, just stared at Kirishima, clenching and unclenching his jaw, his hands fisted at his sides. If looks could kill, Kirishima would be dead ten times over.
You couldn’t stomach another second of standing there though. They were fighting over you . You were doing exactly what you were afraid of doing all along: coming in between them. You grabbed your backpack that you hadn’t touched since the hike with Kirishima and went out of the back door, letting it slam closed behind you. You grabbed your shoes from the porch and slipped them on before making your way into the woods.
You didn’t know where you were going, but you needed to get as far away as possible and let them sort things out without you there.
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If we can’t find heaven, I’ll walk through Hell with you.
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