Author's Notes 1: This is my first go at a song fic. A song came on the radio, and I was crazy inspired to write this story. See if you can guess which song before we get to it.
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Blinding morning sunshine burned through Jiro's eyelids igniting a headache. She groaned, pulling the sheet over her head, but the thin fabric did little to block the intrusive light. She groped around with her eyes shut tight for her quilt, but couldn't find it.
Through the bleariness of her hangover, memories floated to the surface. The Class A Band had just gotten home from a gig, and most of them had still been riding the high from the cheers of the crowd. Yayorozu had gone to bed immediately, but the rest of the band was too wired to sleep and had congregated in Tokoyami's room.
Kaminari had pulled out a bottle of vodka... It was passed around a few times... That's when her memories got fuzzy again.
A snore derailed her train of thought. Someone was in her bed. Her eyes snapped open, wide in disbelief and confusion. She winced as her hangover punished her. This wasn't her room, and she didn't recognize it. It was obviously a boy's room, but neater than she expected. There was no clutter on the desk or the floor. The walls were bare, save for one bookshelf that held their textbooks from the last two years at U.A.
She sat up, the sheet falling away from her perky breasts which stood tall in the morning air. The piercings in her nipples shone in the sunlight that streamed through the open window. She was completely naked, and the familiar feeling of dried gooeyness along her inner thighs confirmed that, yes, she'd had sex with someone last night. Thankfully not her first rodeo, but her sleep-addled brain couldn't remember who her partner was. She glanced at the trash can next to the bed. At least they'd used a condom. Both times.
She felt an arm around her waist squeeze her tighter, and she looked down, gasping quietly at the familiar head of hair beside her.
Oh shit, that's definitely Bakugo.
Gingerly, trying not to wake him, she removed his arm, and stood from the bed. Her legs shook as she tried to stand up, and a pleasant warmth bloomed in her core. At least it was good sex. It was a shame she didn't really remember any of it.
She watched him sleep for a moment, his usually pinched face was relaxed. A small smile was on his face, she liked thinking she probably had something to do with it. One arm was raised over his head, showing his bicep. He was really handsome, and his body was ripped with muscles. She felt drawn to him, her libido working overdrive to get her back into bed. She shook her head to clear it. No, this would be a one time thing.
She searched the floor for her clothes, but Bakugo's fastidiousness seemed to carry over even when he was drunk and horny. Her clothes were nowhere to be found on the floor. She stood in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips, gnawing on her lip as she considered her options. She shrugged, and walked over to Bakugo's chest of drawers. Surely he wouldn't mind her borrowing some clothes to get her back to her room.
Bakugo woke suddenly when he heard his drawers open. He looked up to see Jiro bending over, looking through the bottom drawer of his dresser, and giving him one hell of a show. He appreciated the view of her naked ass for a few silent moments, and felt himself rising to the occasion. She stood, holding a pair of shorts, and he realized that she was wearing one of his shirts, a black one with a skull design on the front. Now that she was standing, it reached her mid-thigh, covering her bare ass. However the neck was big enough that it fell off one shoulder, teasing a glance at her back. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. "Oi," he managed to croak out. "What the fuck are you doing? Come back to bed."
Jiro squeaked, and straightened when she heard his gruff voice. "Just looking for a pair of shorts, since my clothes have magically disappeared," she said without turning around. "I'll be out of your hair soon."
"Fuck that," said Bakugo. She heard him stand, rifling through something. "Come back to bed."
Jiro sighed, still refusing to look at him. She bent over to put on the shorts. "Look, after Kaminari and I broke up last year, I have a hard rule: no sleeping with bandmates." She finally turned, and saw him sitting on his bed, naked, and holding a single red rose with a little plastic vial clipped onto the stem, keeping it alive with water.
Jiro blinked in surprise, accepting the proffered flower. Bakugo was staring at his toes. And was that a blush?
She shook her head. "What, do you just keep roses in your room to give to all your conquests?" She turned and put the rose down on his desk. Bakugo made a strangled noise, but said nothing sensible.
"This was a drunken mistake, and I would appreciate it if we never spoke about it again." She tugged on the shorts pulling the drawstring tight. "Just please bring me my clothes when you do the laundry. I'll wash this before I give it back." Without another word or another glance back at him, she left.
A few days later, Jiro sat down next to Yayorozu in the cafeteria with a sigh, and poked at her food. Yayorozu turned to her friend with a curious glance. "Are you feeling alright, Kyoka?" she asked. "You've been looking a little off for a while."
Jiro groaned. She'd hoped nobody had picked up on her sour mood, but leave it to her best friend to realize she'd been out of sorts since their last concert. "It's nothing," she lied. "Hey, Yaomomo, I've been meaning to ask, do you know how to play drums?"
Yayorozu blinked in surprise at the sudden change in subject. "I've never tried, though I'm sure I could learn. Why? Is Bakugo quitting?"
Jiro winced. She hated lying to her friend. "Maybe. I just want to be prepared in case he does." She pulled out her phone, and sent Yayorozu a link. "Here's a song I want to add to the setlist, it's an old American song from the turn of the millennium. See if you can practice this over the weekend."
"Sure," Yayorozu murmured, seeming to chew on the words. She weighed in her mind whether to address the elephant in the room, but decided against it. She turned back to her lunch, leaving Jiro with her thoughts.
Just then, Jiro's phone buzzed. She checked who was calling in the middle of the day, but didn't recognize the number. She sent the call to voicemail. It rang again almost immediately, making the punk rocker jump. The same number. She sent it to voicemail again with a growl. She was about to block the caller altogether, when she got a text.
Hey. Pick up. It's me.
She stared at the screen in puzzlement.
Who's me?
Who the fuck do you think it is?
Bakugo?
She looked across the cafeteria, to see him glaring at her. She blushed, and looked away quickly, back at her phone.
How did you get my number?
Dunce Face gave it to me.
We need to talk.
I think I covered it all the other day.
That wasn't a conversation.
Jiro felt her blood start to boil.
That was you running away.
She snapped. Her fingers flew across her keyboard before she could stop them.
I said I don't want to talk about it.
Don't call me anymore.
She turned off her phone and jammed it back into her jacket pocket, angrily taking a bite of her lunch.
Jiro ambled down the stairs to the practice room in the basement of her dorm. She was dressed in casual clothing, a too large t-shirt and torn jeans. Her headphones were on, and turned up loud as she listened to the song they were going to play during rehearsal. With how distracted she had been thanks to Bakugo, she was trying to learn the lyrics at the last minute.
She reached to the bottom of the stairs when she felt a rough hand on her wrist. Startled, Jiro twisted out of the hold, and took up a defensive stance, only to find Bakugo's surprised face staring back at her.
Jiro relaxed, taking off her headphones. "What?"
Bakugo's face scrunched into a frown. "I've been trying to get your attention since we got out of class," he grumbled. "You're gonna go deaf if you keep listening to music that loudly."
Jiro crossed her arms. "Says the guy who refuses to wear earplugs and has an explosion quirk."
Bakugo rolled his eyes. "We need to talk."
She shook her head. "I told you, that night was a mistake, and I'd rather just forget it." She turned to leave, but he grabbed her wrist again. Jiro looked down at his hand. He wasn't holding her tightly, she could easily break free, but the presence of his hand was insistent. "Just… leave me alone Bakugo. You got laid, what more do you want?"
Bakugo released her, his surprised look returning to his face. "Is that what you think? I just wanted in your panties? Tch!" He jammed his hands in his pockets, refusing to look at her. "I'm not Dunce Face."
That stung. She and Kaminari hadn't lasted very long after they got serious in second year. He'd quickly gone back to his skirt chasing ways - she still hated Mineta for dragging him along on his misadventures. The only reason he was still in the band was because they needed a guitarist, and he promised not to hit on her any more. She'd forgiven him, but that wound still ached from time to time, especially when idiots like Bakugo poked it.
Her rage boiled over. "You know what, why don't you go back to the dorm?"
Bakugo looked at her sideways, as if he hadn't heard her. "We have rehearsal tonight."
"I think we'll be fine without you."
Bakugo stared at her. Jiro ground her teeth, her eyes daring him to say something. He sighed, deflating. "You're trying out that new song tonight, right? You need a drummer." He ran a hand through his hair. "Let me help you tonight, then I'll leave you alone if you want me to."
Jiro's temper cooled somewhat, his sincerity acting as a salve for her mood. "Fine," she agreed. She turned on her heel, and marched off to the practice room, not caring if he followed.
The last note from the amplifier echoed through the practice room in the basement of the dorm. Jiro shook her head in frustration. The notes were all correct, it wasn't a very difficult song, why did it feel so wrong?
Kaminari reached over to high five his fellow guitarist, Tokoyami. "Dude! You totally shredded that riff! That was awesome!"
A small smile appeared on the bird-man's beak. "Yes. I do believe we have it."
Jiro growled. "One more time from the top!"
Her bandmates stared at her. "But we nailed it!" complained Kaminari.
Yayorozu stood from her seat at the piano, and approached her friend. "I have to agree with Kaminari, it sounded good to me."
"No!" Jiro scratched her head in frustration. Something just felt off. "It's not right. I don't know what it is, so we're going to play it over and over until we get it right."
"It's wrong because you're singing it wrong, Ears," came a suggestion from the rear. The band turned to look at Bakugo, sitting at his drum kit. He had his sticks in his hand, and a scowl on his face. Not an uncommon sight.
Jiro scowled right back at him. "What the hell do you mean by that?"
"It's not meant for a female singer. The words all sound stupid coming out of your mouth." He gestured with his drumsticks. "I know you speak English, didn't you pay attention to what the lyrics meant? Or are you just singing phonetically?"
Kaminari held up a hand. "I don't know what they mean." Everybody stared at him. "What? I got a D in English!"
Bakugo rolled his eyes. "It's about a guy who fucked up and is begging his girl for a second chance, but she's not listening. It sounds dumb with a female voice."
Jiro's scowl darkened. Her earphone jacks writhed like snakes as she tried to keep her temper in check. "You think you can do better?"
Bakugo gave her a curt nod, and stood. "Ponytail!" He tossed Yayorozu his drumsticks. "This song doesn't have a piano part, and the drum line is dead easy. I know you've been practicing, take over."
Yayorozu blushed at being caught red handed, while Jiro blinked at Bakugo, wondering how he knew. Yayorozu quickly made her way back to the drumset, brushing past Bakugo as he moved forward.
Bakugo glared at Kaminari until he backed off of his mic. He dragged the stand over next to Jiro, and adjusted the height. He turned to Jiro. "I have lead, you sing the harmony." Before she could protest, Bakugo counted them off, snapping his fingers loudly to the beat.
On the fourth beat Tokoyami started to play the main riff of the song, while the rest of the band stayed quiet for the first four bars. They all joined in on the fifth bar, the fast beat driven by the introduction of guitar, bass, and drums.
Jiro took a chance to glance over to Bakugo as she picked up the bass line. He looked like he was really getting into the role as lead singer; his eyes were closed, he was tapping the beat with his heel, and he had his hands on the mic and stand. She noticed he was wearing the shirt she had just returned to him, and she felt her cheeks redden at the thought that he had worn it on purpose.
The guitars dropped out, leaving only Jiro and Yayorozu playing, as Bakugo began to sing.
We're on this roller coaster ride
Hold on, I'll stay here by your side
We head up to the sky then we slide back down
Jiro perked up at his voice. Holy shit, he was right, it needed a male singer.
Then he shifted, turning to face her. His ruby eyes bored into her black ones. It nearly made her miss her cue for the harmony on the next stanza.
Upside down try to figure out
Not sure if we could work it out
I want to be alone but you feel like home
Bakugo pointed at her with that last line. The fuck was he doing? He removed the mic from its stand, wrapping the cord around his other hand. He walked around, bobbing to the beat as he turned back to her.
Answer the phone
I know that you're home
I want to get you alone
And do it again, do it again
As they sang the chorus a second time, Bakugo got his phone out and walked toward her, wary of the mic feedback. He held it up for her, and she realized she hadn't turned her phone back on since lunch. He was showing her that he'd kept calling and texting all afternoon.
The signals all are flashing red
It doesn't matter what was said
This bed is much too big without me and you
Bakugo stepped back from her but held her gaze. The other band members glanced at each other at the display, but kept playing. None of them wanted to risk the ire of their new lead singer.
This all seems so ridiculous
Why can't we just get over this
Don't make me say the obvious
Without you
Singing the harmony, it almost felt like they were having that conversation Jiro had been avoiding. Bakugo reached over, and gently caressed her cheek, before he turned away belting the chorus.
Answer the phone
I know that you're home
I want to get you alone
And do it again, do it again
Jiro was starting to understand. Bakugo was confessing to her using this song. Her heart started to beat faster. She joined his intensity on the harmonies. If only she didn't have to play the bass, she'd probably be jumping around with him.
I practice all my lines to a telephone while you were sleeping
I practice all my lines to a telephone while you were sleeping
I practice all my lines to a telephone while you were sleeping
Bakugo whipped around again, pointing directly at her, swaying his hips to the beat.
I remember the way you curled your toes
On the side of the stage at all our shows
And the glow on your face just because of one rose
And when I wake up in the morning
And you're wearing my clothes
With that last line, Bakugo had grabbed the front of his shirt. The one she'd worn that morning. It made her heart skip a beat, and this time she did miss her cue to sing.
Answer the phone
I know that you're home
I want to get you alone
And do it again, do it again
Answer the phone
I know that you're home
I want to get you alone
And do it again, do it again
Do it again, do it again
And do it again, do it again
I want to do it again do it again
And do it again, do it again
With one final extended note from her bass, the song was over. Bakugo was breathing like he'd just run a mile, matching Jiro's own heavy breathing. Distantly, she heard the other members of the band make excuses, and put their instruments away, leaving as quickly as they could. Neither she nor Bakugo said a word until they left, the air around them thick with tension.
Alone at last, Bakugo dropped his mic on the ground, and approached her. Jiro struggled to get her bass off over her head, getting tangled in the strap in the rush. Bakugo grabbed the neck, and helped her remove it. He gently laid it on the ground, before wrapping his arms around her. Jiro enthusiastically returned the embrace, leaping into his arms to eliminate their height difference. They kissed passionately, desperately. Jiro wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing herself into him.
Bakugo stumbled as Jiro threw him off balance. He staggered backwards, sitting hard in the piano bench as it hit the backs of his knees. Jiro ground herself against his lap, as her tongue buried itself in his mouth. She moaned appreciatively as his hands reached down to grab hold of her jean-clad ass, encouraging her movements.
Jiro broke the kiss first, grabbing onto the hem of her shirt, and ripping it over her head. As Bakugo followed suit with his own shirt, she reached behind her back to fumble with the clasp on her bra. Desperately, she unlatched the final hook, and threw the offending garment aside.
Bakugo's head emerged from his shirt just as her bra came off, and he stared. Flashes of drunken memories flitted through his head when her bare torso came into view. Her perky breasts were topped with pink nipples, and decorated with purple anodized barbell piercings. His muscled arms snaked around her back, pulling her to him, as he enveloped her left breast with his mouth, swirling his tongue around the piercing.
She grabbed the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair. She gasped and moaned at his ministrations, directing him to work the other breast when this one got too sensitive. Once there, her hands traveled down his muscular back, tracing the crevices and scars on his body.
Emboldened by her encouragement, Bakugo slid his fingers under the waist of her jeans and panties, touching her ass directly. Her moans increased in volume at the new sensation, so he knew he was on the right track. Without removing his mouth from her breast, he brought his hands around to her front, and undid the button and the fly. A hand delved down the front, his fingers soaking themselves in her juices as he touched her clit.
Jiro saw stars as he worked her over. She moved her hips against his hand, and clutched desperately at his head as his tongue worked its magic on her chest. Of course his quick witted tongue would also be talented in other areas. She leaned forward and bit his shoulder, causing him to moan at the contact.
Bakugo wormed a finger inside of her, making her release his shoulder with a gasp. He took advantage of the moment, and laid her on the carpeted floor, joining her soon after. He grabbed the waistband of her jeans, and she lifted her hips, allowing him to drag them and her panties down her legs.
Jiro looked down her naked body as he settled himself between her legs. He put her legs up over his shoulders, then turned and kissed the inside of her thighs, working his way slowly to her center. Wait, he's not going to…
Then he did. Bakugo ran his tongue from bottom to top along her slit, the tone of her voice rose along with it. He drew shapes with the tip of his tongue, laved at her like a cat, then pursed his lips and sucked on her clit. Jiro's hands snaked through his hair, grasping at his ears, trying to draw him in closer.
As Bakugo sucked hard on her clit, two fingers pumped inside her pussy, putting pressure on the top wall. Jiro gasped at the sensation, and soon screamed as his continuous attack pushed her over the edge. Her thighs squeezed onto his head tightly as she rode the wave, but he maintained the vacuum on her clit until she tapped out. Gasping for air, Jiro lay there bonelessly. Bakugo had an expression that was halfway between a smirk and a smile as he wiped her juices from his face. "Where did you learn to do that?" she panted.
"Camie," he shrugged. "We had a short fling last summer."
"Remind me to send her flowers." She looked down her sweaty body at him. "So why are you still wearing pants, and not fucking me right now?"
Bakugo blushed at her forwardness. "I didn't exactly expect we were gonna do this today. I don't have a condom." He gestured to his jeans. "Easier to resist temptation if my pants stay on."
She sat up, grabbed him by the shoulders, and gave him a sizzling kiss. "Thank you for thinking about that, but you don't need one. I'm on birth control." She pushed him down, and climbed up his body, kissing across his broad chest and stomach, as her hands desperately tore at the button on his jeans.
Bakugo's head was swimming in hormones as Jiro pulled his pants and boxers off, exposing his dick to the air. Finally naked, she stared at his cock, and wrapped a small hand around it at the base. This was going to fit inside of her? She supposed it already had. It was certainly bigger than she was expecting. She knelt down between his legs, and licked up the shaft.
Bakugo moaned at her ministrations. Utsushimi hadn't liked giving head, so this was a whole new experience for him. He was already hard, but it seemed like she was forcing more blood into his dick, making him hard as steel. He looked down, and they locked eyes as she sucked in her cheeks. He nearly came at the sight of her eyes, blown wide with passion.. "J-Jiro," he moaned.
She released him with a loud pop. "Kyoka," she corrected, as her hand continued to stroke him. "I'm about to rock your world, so I think we can use first names, don't you, Katsuki?" Her voice teased him as her thumb swirled over the head.
Bakugo growled, and grabbed her under the arms, lifting her into his lap, and ground cock firmly against her pussy. "I'm gonna make you scream my name for me." He kissed her hard while his hands groped at her ass to line himself up. Jiro got the idea, and reached between them to position him at her entrance.
Bakugo dropped her slowly as she impaled herself on him. He groaned and gritted his teeth as her walls gripped him. She was very tight, and he was having a hard time keeping himself from cumming then and there. Then her internal muscles squeezed, and his eyes crossed. "Was that you?"
Jiro smiled devilishly. "You're not the only one who knows a few tricks." She moaned as she rolled her hips against him. "So full!"
Bakugo's pride swelled at that remark. His hands roamed her body as she bounced in his lap. He licked the salty sweat from her neck, before latching his lips and sucking hard, determined to mark her.
Jiro was sure he was leaving hickeys all over her body but she didn't care. Ashido wasn't the only one who was going to be showing marks in the locker room this week. Just the thought of the other girls seeing them gave her a little thrill. She squeezed herself around the thickness inside of her again, forcing another groan from her lover's lips.
"Gonna blow," Bakugo gasped. "Where?"
"Inside!" was all she could manage, before she felt the splash of his cum painting her walls. The sensation was enough to push her over the edge herself, and she let out a keening moan as they held each other tightly. "Katsuki!"
They collapsed onto the floor, panting for breath. She lifted her head, staring into his eyes, and saw nothing but his absolute need for her. It made her heart race. Thanks to her earphone jack caught between their chests, she could hear his too, racing just as fast. "So," she managed breathlessly.
He chuckled. "So."
"You like me?"
"Tch!" He rolled his eyes. "I've only been trying to tell you that all week." He gently rolled her off of him, stood on shaky legs, went over to his backpack, and pulled out a rose. "I don't have 'conquests' and I don't just give anybody flowers." He returned to her side, and offered her the rose, as he cuddled up next to her naked body.
Jiro accepted the flower, but her brain was still trying to convince her it wasn't real. "But… but the vodka!" she stammered. "You'd have slept with anybody!"
"I don't want to sleep with just anybody." He smirked at her. "And besides, you came on to me."
"Ah!" Jiro mocked hurt. She honestly couldn't remember, but it didn't matter any more. He liked her. She smiled, and smelled her rose. "Roses, huh?"
Bakugo blushed, and looked away, a hand on the back of his head. "Worked for Shitty Hair when he gave one to Raccoon Eyes."
Jiro translated that to Kirishima and Ashido in her head. Vulnerable Bakugo was something she hoped she could see more of in the future. She put the rose down and snuggled up, placing her head back on his chest. "So now what?" she asked.
"I dunno, dinner?"
Jiro checked the clock hanging on the wall. "Well, we have the room for twenty more minutes. Why don't we 'do it again'?" she finished her sentence in English.
His eyes flashed with desire as his voice dropped a note. "Best idea I've heard all week."
Author's Notes 2: "Answer the Phone" by Sugar Ray came out when I was in high school (Junior Year for you Americans), and it's held a special place in my playlist ever since. It came on in the car the other day, and I just had an epiphany: this is totally a song Jiro would like, and Bakugo could use it to confess to her. I had to do it.
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I do not own BnHA, nor the song lyrics to "Answer the Phone"