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Addictive - Chapter 1: Surprisingly Soft
🕑 Added 2019-05-26 21:35:14 +0000 UTC[[This fic is about Kirishima and Bakugou cuz I wanted to write about kissing. It's written from Bakugou's POV cuz I really like writing him XD I might add doodles to this later if I find time because I also really want to DRAW kisses.
I have 3 chapters of this written so far. I'm not sure where I'm going with the plot so I don't know where it will end. I won't make the story public until I feel like I'm done though. So until then =w= please enjoy.]]
It all started with a sleepless night and a stupid bet.
Most students had returned home to their families over summer break and so the dorms were silent even during the day. Only a handful of students were still around. Bakugou was one of them. Why? He just didnt see the need to return home. To do what? He could sit on his bed and read magazines in peace in the dorms, too. Plus he had facilities for training here that were much better than the stuff he had at home. He didnt even have to worry about blowing shit up. The teachers had given him permission to use the gym for training too. And all that without his nagging mom and his worried dad? What better summer break could there possibly be.
Well
there was one thing that was unexpected. Kirishima was also still here. Bakugou hadnt asked why but hed overheard part of a phone call in which Kirishima was wishing his mother a good trip, so he assumed the guys family went on vacation without their son. Whatever.
What mattered was that Bakugou had a sparring partner. Ever since Kirishima discovered his unbreakable form hed become the perfect punching bag. He could take every explosion Bakugou threw at him. It was
satisfying, in a way. A strong moving target was much better than fighting an actual piece of rock. Since ectoplasm was obviously not around to train with them. In return for sparring he tutored the red headed idiot in maths and such, it was annoying but fair.
All in all Bakugou was happy with how his holidays were going.
This night as well he lay on his bed, enjoying the complete silence in his room while reading a book hed started a few days ago. It was a fantasy novel about a king of thieves and his adventures. It had been an impulse buy. Hed needed something to read but there were no interesting magazines so hed wandered into the novel section and grabbed one that was being praised as the #1 Bestselling fantasy novel on a separate display. To his own surprise he was enjoying the story quite a bit. There was a half-dragon. A rival. A great evil to defeat. No mushy romance crap. Heroics and fighting.
And as he was so immersed in the fictional adventure he didnt notice how the time passed until he heard a knock against his door. Ah? He grumbled, unhappy with the interruption, even unhappier after a glance to his clock. 2AM wasnt really the time to be visited. But there was only one person around whod have the balls to knock on his door this early in the morning.
He closed his book and got up to open the door. And of course, without fail, there was Kirishima in front of him. Once again Bakugou noticed that the redhead had grown quite a bit taller ever since theyd joined UA. They used to be roughly the same height and now he had to actually look up to the other. Very annoying.
The fuck do you want. Have you looked at the time?
Kirishima scratched the back of his head and looked to the side for a brief moment.
Sorry for comin over. But
I cant sleep and I saw your light was on, from the balcony
so I thought maybe youre the same and so I was gonna offer to go train for a bit. Thatd help with sleeping. He explained and Bakugou huffed quietly. However the idea of kicking the idiots ass for an hour or so wasnt terrible.
Ill fucking kill you. He grumbled and left his room, closing the door behind himself. Without waiting he started walking, Kirishima caught up with him without fail after a little while.
Awesome!
Hmph.
----
Hey Bakugou! Ive gotten to train my defense with you a lot this summer! But I wanna train my offense more. How about an all out match instead of endurance training this time!
You better be prepared to die, bastard!
Thats the spirit! So
how about a bet.
Hah?! Why? You think you stand a fucking chance?!
Dont underestimate me, man, Ive gotten a lot stronger and Ive had a lot of time to learn how you fight.
HA! FINE THEN, BRING IT ON SHITTY HAIR! Whats the bet?!
Oh uh
I thought something like
the loser has to obey something the winner wants.
What? Are you in grade school thats so lame.
Do you have a better idea?
... ugh well its not like it matters. Lets go shitty hair.
----
Despite saying that he wanted to go all out this time Kirishima was stuck mostly in the defensive. Because while hed studied Bakugou well over the past years the other had also studied -him-. Bakugou knew full well that, in a match of endurance, he would always have the upper hand. He could use his quirk for much longer than Kirishima could uphold his hardening. Though Kirishima also got a few very solid hits in, in the end it just hadnt been good enough. They were training and evolving together. Bakugou could see the progress hed made clearly.
My win. He said with a triumphant grin, Kirishima was underneath him. Securely pinned to the ground, and Bakugous hand pressed against his face. An unspoken threat he wouldnt act upon. Kirishima was beaten.
Bakugou
amazing! Youve gotten even stronger! Kirishima was out of breath, his chest heaving. The plain shirt hed been wearing to sleep was burnt and torn and in the few spots where there was still fabric left it clung to Kirishimas sweaty skin.
Of course! Bakugou was out of breath himself. It was hard to admit but fighting Kirishima had become more challenging. He had bruises and scratches in way too many places while the other looked relatively unharmed.
You uhm
can you let me go now? Its kinda uncomfortable. Bakugou grinned down at his sparring partner who was trying to twist out of his grip.
I won your stupid bet, and yet youre making demands? Despite his words he removed his hand and sat back. His eyes were still on the other however and he watched as the hardened skin flattened and became soft again where his hand had been just moments ago. Hed seen it so many times. The hardening and how it all turned soft again in a matter of split seconds. He only knew how Kirishimas skin felt when his quirk was activated. It was strange, in a way. Like warm rock lined with thin leather. Jagged edges that cut his skin when he got hit. A monstrous appearance.
However this was the first time he noticed how soft the others features were while not hardened. Especially now that Kirishima was exhausted, breathing heavily, his eyes closed. He didnt look like he could harm anyone. Before he could catch himself Bakugou was running his fingers over the others cheek. A feather light touch but it earned him so many intense reactions. First, Kirishima flinched. His eyes shot open and he met Bakugous gaze with a half shocked, half confused one. At the same time the side of his face hardened.
Whats that? You fucking scared of me or something?
I
no I just
It was a reflex-
Bakugou knew this was a lie. Kirishimas expression had been too honest. His hardening too fast. He didnt trust him to not sneakily unleash an explosion against his cheek
You think Im a bloody coward who attacks a resting person for no reason?
Hey, dont get ma-
IM NOT FUCKING MAD! Why was he blowing up? Why did Kirishimas reaction make him feel bad about himself? He didnt want or need any of these emotions. So he got angry.
Bullshit He added quietly, propping himself up a little more in order to stand up but Kirishima stopped him. His hands were grabbed and pressed against the redheads cheeks. Bakugou met the others determined gaze.
I am NOT afraid of you hurting me. Bakugou. I trust you.
Let go!
I cant just let this go if it upsets you this much, Bakugou. I promise wont use my quirk no matter what now.
What?
I wont use it.
What are you-
Kirishima had sat up making Bakugou lean backwards slightly, and while his hands were released from the stubborn grip he still couldnt escape. Kirishima had pulled him into a strong hug. It was warm. And soft. Surprisingly
so soft.
What the fuck are you doing?!
You dont like being hugged, right?
YEAH, NO SHIT!
You could get me off easily by using your quirk.
What-
But I wont use my quirk
so you wont. Because you wont harm me.
What are you talking about!? Are you fucking crazy?! Ill kill you.
Kirishima leaned back, his gaze meeting Bakugous once more.
You wont. He said so quietly it was hardly more than a whisper. Then his forehead leaned against Bakugous and he closed his eyes, his arms still tightly wrapped around the other.
Bakugou felt like he was losing his mind. He felt panicked. Like he had to escape no matter what. Like he was being cornered. And yet he didnt move an inch. Realistically he should blow Kirishima up. He should shove him off forcefully and tell him off. But something was holding him back. If he used his quirk to get away and Kirishima didnt use his to defend
what would happen. He remembered Thirteens words clear as day.
Some of you have quirks that can easily kill a person.
Youre insane
He growled, earning a bright smile from Kirishima.
And youre not as villainous as you try to look.
Whatre you talking about, Im becoming a hero. A hero!
Do you think you have a nice personality then?
... fuck you.
Hehe. Are you still mad?
...
Bakugou was quiet for a moment. He hated it but his body was starting to relax into the hug. Why was he allowing this?! If it was Deku hugging him like this or anyone else he would be kicking and punching at this point. The fact that he had a soft spot for the energetic redhead hit him like a truck. He actually... Didnt want to harm him. More than that, he cared. Hed caught himself looking at the burnt and torn shirt to see if the skin beneath it was harmed. Even though he, himself was covered in wounds. Kirishima never held back when fighting him. Bakugou never held back either. It felt good.
Bakugou?
What.
You got quiet
thats
unusual for you.
I wish youd go quiet for once. -Thatd- be unusual.
Well you won the bet. Ill obey you if thats whatcha want.
What a waste. Theres other ways to make you shut your stupid face.
My face isnt stupid. And what ways?
Bakugou leaned back a little, looking at the others face for a bit. He felt like bullying him. Most of all to punish him for well the hug and for being so damn cocky.
Do you want to know? He asked, a wide shit-eating grin on his face.
Kirishima nodded without hesitation. He had no idea what was coming. How could he. Bakugou would later blame his actions on that night. The lack of sleep. The exhaustion. The warm weather. And on Kirishimas own stupidity. But that was later. Now
now he stole the redheads first kiss.
It was a small and chaste kiss, though Bakugou had moved in so fast that it hurt a little at first. He didnt care that this was also -his- first kiss. Things like that didnt have any importance to him. This wasnt any romantic bullshit. Just payback. A form to shut kirishima up.
And it worked. When their lips parted Kirishima stared at him with wide eyes and lips agape. Silently.
Bakugou used the moment to muse over the feel of Kirishimas lips. They were much softer than he thought they would be. After all he only knew how Kirishima felt when he was all craggy and hardened.
Ba
kugou
There was so much confusion in the others voice.
Hm
it didnt shut you up for long. Bakugou was still grinning, feeling superior. But then there was a shift in atmosphere. As if someone had turned the temperature up by a few degrees or increased the planets gravitational pull just a little. The origin of this change was without a doubt Kirishima. He was wearing an expression that Bakugou had never seen before.
Bakugou wh-
SHUT UP. Its not a big deal right? Are you stupid?! I won your stupid bet so there, be quiet!!! You have to obey!
...
Bakugou couldnt really explain why, but the look in Kirishimas eyes was almost frightening him. HIM. Of all people. He was getting frightened by his friends eyes?! Somehow he got frightened to the point where he panicked the second Kirishima opened his mouth. Somehow he didnt want to hear what the Redhead would say. He didnt want to hear it.
It wasnt a big deal right? It was a stupid little kiss. No harm done. He pushed against Kirishimas arms, trying to shove the big bastard off already but the arms wrapped around him turned to rock underneath his hands.
What the fuck are you- He forgot what he wanted to say the second his eyes met Kirishimas. The redhead was obediently quiet but somehow that just made it worse. It felt like his eyes alone were expressing everything he wanted to say. There was a familiar fire in them, one that Bakugou saw during battle. Determined and unwavering. But there was something else, too. Something Bakugou couldnt name. Or maybe he was afraid to name it.
Bakugou felt his face heating up but he was too stubborn to avoid his gaze.
Did I flip some weird switch?! Let me go already Ill blow you up!
...
Kirishima shifted, and for a moment Bakugou thought he was finally being released.
Hed never been quite so wrong his whole life and he came to that realisation as his back touched the floor, Kirishimas silhouette looming over him.
Ah.
Now he knew why Kirishimas eyes frightened him. It was an expression similar to what he showed in battle, passionate and burning hot. But they werent fighting and Bakugou was pinned to the floor. He felt like he was being burnt alive. He could fight back. He wasnt weak. He could get rid of the other without using his quirk. But he didnt. And then the same warm lips that hed gotten a brief taste of before were pressing against his again. Bakugous heart felt like it was being gripped and squeezed by a big hand. It was almost painful. His fingers were digging into Kirishimas chest but he didnt push him. Was he hesitating? Did he want this? The confusion was probably the worst part of it all.
One kiss.
Two kisses.
Three
They were all soft and gentle but without any intention of stopping. None of them went any deeper. Kirishima kissed the corners of his mouth. His cheeks. His chin.
What the fuck are you doing you mushy bastard, you call this kis-Mh!
This one came with more force than the others. It was a clear Shut up and Bakugou felt himself snapping just a little. He growled, catching the redheads bottom lip with his teeth before running his tongue over the others closed teeth. He could feel Kirishimas grip loosening for just a second and took the chance to push against the broad chest finally. He was gonna show that stupid idiot what a real kiss was. It didnt matter that he had no experience.
He was straddling the redheads lap now, the others arms were wrapped around him again, hardened and unwilling to let him go. Bakugou had no intention of stopping right now either. He pressed his lips against the others. This time however he also ran his tongue over them.
Open your damn mouth. He growled against the closed lips and Kirishima complied almost instantly. Bakugou felt a shiver run through his entire body as his tongue entered the others mouth. His eyes closed on a reflex. The inside of Kirishimas mouth was hot. And he tasted
different. Bakugou couldnt quite put a finger on what he tasted like exactly but
he didnt hate the taste. He didnt hate any of this. He liked the sharp teeth, the heat, the taste. Most of all he liked how responsive Kirishima was. Whenever he did something the other liked he could feel the hands against his back twitching or their grip tightening slightly.
Bakugou was genuinely impressed that Kirishima didnt let his hands wander, but the idiot had his insecure moments, so he decided to take that step first. He ran his hands over Kirishimas chest, and as he parted the kiss he ran them up over his neck to let them come to a halt on the redheads cheeks.
They were both a little out of breath, looking at each other through half lidded eyes. Lips wet and cheeks red. How did they get here? How did all of this even start?
Kirishima released the hug, placing both his hands on top of Bakugous to gently pull them off his cheeks only to then kiss his palms. It was maddening how well Bakugou understood what the other was trying to tell him without words.
Gentle kisses peppering his palms.
I trust you
Lips meeting his again, sharp teeth nibbling at his bottom lip, careful not to break the skin.
Let me in
A hot tongue exploring his mouth, hands wandering over his slim waist and a chest pressed up against his.
Closer. I want more!
Strong hands pulling him closer until not even a slip of paper wouldve fit between them.
More
A heartbeat hammering against a ribcage in unison with his own. Hands on his ass.
STOP. Stop. Thats enough! Bakugou was out of breath but he was pushing against Kirishimas chest with more force now. Kirishima on the other hand had an expression like a kicked puppy.
I said No! Bakugou said sternly. There was a very fine line in front of his minds eye. And he knew if they crossed it...there was no turning back.
TBC.
