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There's some europop quietly playing from the speakers, a gear shift digging into his side and the smell of sanitizer wipes and musk and Izuku could deal with all of these annoyances so long as Kacchan made that sound again. The blond had a death grip on the steering wheel with one hand while the other was buried in his hair, clutching at his curls. “Fuck, Deku, do that again,” the blond moaned.
Izuku looked up, making eye contact even as he swallowed around Katsuki's length. Kachan growled, tugging a bit at the hair in hand to tell Izuku to let up. Instead, the green haired man just grinned around the cock in his mouth before bobbing down more, taking more and more of Katsuki inside of him. The grip in his hair grew tighter the further he went down he went, enthusiastically sucking his boyfriend off. The noises he heard spurred him on even more, making Izuku want to take Katsuki in deeper and deeper.. A particularly harsh tug, right as Izuku's bottom lip kissed against Katsuki's balls, was the only warning he got before cum was rushing down his throat. There wasn't any choice, Izuku swallowed, pulling up carefully to not scrape his teeth over the blond's dick. He licked at the head, delighting in Katsuki's raspy moan, before moving off to sit correctly, basking in his own euphoria.
From the driver's side, Katsuki huffed for a few moments, trying to catch his breath after what Izuku hoped was a mind blowing orgasam. So it surprised Izuku when a calloused palm shimmied down his pants to grab at his soaked cock. “Did you seriously cum from giving me a blowjob?” Katsuki asked incredulously, even as he pulled his hand out to inspect the cum lacing it. Izuku flushed, but couldn't mutter anything out before Katsuki scoffed and tossed him a wipe from a pack they kept in the front. He pulled out one to clean off his hand, giving Izuku a fond look. “Clean yourself up, I'll get things ready for sleep.” And with that, Kacchan listened for a moment before opening the car door, giving himself room to readjust the seats and grab the blankets. Izuku did as he was told, tossing the used wipes into a bag as Katsuki came around the passenger side to fix his seat as well.
With the seats angled as far back as they could go and a thin blanket tossed over top of them, it was as peaceful as it could get.
“You know, you're gonna choke yourself one day trying to shove my dick so far down your throat.”
That elicited a laugh out of Izuku, “But I enjoy it!”
Kacchan made a derisive snort, “What you got some kink for that?”
“So what if I do?” Izuku asked, trailing his hand up Katsuki's arm, fingers featherlight against the other's skin. “It's not like Kacchan knows about everything I did when you were gone.”
There was a pause before Katsuki turned so he could look towards Izuku directly, “Then why don't you tell me about them, ha? What kinds of things did I miss out on?”
“Only if you tell me something first.” Izuku turned as well so he could look at Katsuki, although with how dark the night was, he could only catch glimpses of the blond.
“Fine, fine,” Katsuki sighed, although Izuku could hear the smile in it. Whatever he was remembering must have been a pleasant memory, which he needed more of at the moment. “Well, not so much a kink but I'm into people — gender doesn't matter so much for me. But I somehow made my ex-girlfriend gay.”
“What? No way,” Izuku said with a laugh. He couldn't imagine anyone falling out of love with the blond (although he could be biased, holding a torch for his childhood friend for so long).
“Seriously, my ex girlfriend — we're on a date at this fancy restaurant down in Shinjuku for our six month anniversary — she just straight out said: 'Holy shit, I really not into guys, can we just be friends instead?' And, mind you, she's not quiet about this, so everyone in the fucking restaurant heard her break up with me! A girl at the bar even came by with tissues, thinking I was gonna cry my eyes out over it too.”
Izuku snickered, imagining the scene Katsuki continued to paint as he described the food they had and the 'not a date just two friends hanging out' they did after. It took a few minutes to get under control but, at Katsuki's urging, he told his own tale. “Okay well, I have, had, a friend in university I met during our second year. We dated for a bit and he wanted to invite me to some event his parents were having because all his siblings and their partners. The place he drove us to looked familiar — real old home, with a koi pond to boot, but I don't say anything... And I continued to not say anything as he proceeded to introduce me to his parents, who I had met with their partner at a club and had a really great one night stand with, and all three of his siblings. Who I've had sex with at some point within the last few years. One I even dated for a few months when I was still in highschool. Somehow, I had fucked everyone in his family except him. The most awkward family dinner I have ever been to, including the onetime your mom was waiting for us to spill and tell her we broke that ugly vase that was in your hallway growing up.”
The laughter, Izuku was prepared for, but hearing Kacchan nearly choke on his snickers had Izuku breaking out into giggles as well at the sheer absurdity of the situation. They continued on, trading silly stories of bad dates and one night stands, voices light as they reminisced about past partners and stupid shit they did in the years since Kacchan left. It was absolutely perfect until the radio sputtered into static. At that point, their laughter died off, both keeping quiet. The sounds of bodies shuffling past their car came soon enough, more than one, certainly, but Izuku wasn't willing to get up to see how many he could count in the gloom of the night. They didn't speak again until the groans passed them by and the radio came to life again and by that point, it was just a quick goodnight.
The next day started with a granola bar and sports drink a piece, although Izuku was still nursing his as they continued driving towards what they hoped was safety. The car radio was playing some older pop music, familiar idol groups with a smattering of American songs, although they were getting close to the prefecture line so that meant a new station would need to be chosen soon. It was almost a pity, whoever was running the pirate radio station in the area had some excellent taste and there was no guarantee that there would be anyone running a station in the next prefecture.
Something was moving off the road a bit. Izuku clutched at the tire iron he kept on hand in case of emergencies, squinting, hoping to identify the shape. It was humanoid but couldn't be a zombie — the radio hadn't fizzled out into static, and if one was close enough for him to see through the morning gloom, it would be close enough to interfere with the radio waves. “Kacchan, someone's out there,” he said, pointing out the figure.
“Yeah, there's plenty of people out there, but that doesn't mean we have to look into them all. You remember what happened in Kanagawa.”
Of course the blond who bring that up. It was a bitter realization that there were people who were not only selfish but more than willing to actively fuck others over in the apocalypse. “But what if they need help?” Even with that harsh lesson, Izuku didn't want to leave anyone who they might be able to save.
Katsuki merely gave a sigh before he began maneuvering the car towards the person in the middle distance. To Izuku, that showed Kacchan wanted to help too — if he didn't want to, nothing Izuku could say would have got him turning. It took a few minutes driving to come up to the highway oases the person was at, visible from the main road but far enough away that it didn't get too much accidental traffic.
The figure ended up being a rather pretty woman with dark eyes and darker bangs in front of an SUV so bright red that Izuku was surprised he missed it while they were driving. She fidgeted, holding a slim pole as she watched them approached, understandably wary in such tumultuous times.
With the car parked several meters away — plenty of space in case she ended up being just as bad as the assholes they met before — Izuku rolled down the window and stuck his hand out, “Hi! I'm Midoriya, are you okay?”
There was a pause before she stiffly nodded. “Yaoyorozu. I was hoping someone would come by we, uh,” she made a motion towards her vehicle, “had an issue and ran out of gas.” Izuku gave a hiss in understanding, ___. Seeing the lack of other cars meant there was no way to siphon gas out of them and would have to, instead, make a harrowing trip on foot towards civilization. “If you're willing to take me to get some, I'd be willing to...”
Izuku gave a pleading look over his shoulder; he needn't worry though, Katsuki gave a scowl. “Don't tell me some jackasses tried that with you. What kind of fucking sleazebags _.” The blond turned the dial on the volume as he exited the vehicle, already popping the trunk. “Your truck uses regular, right? Sad to say I can't give you much, but I can at least get you enough that we can drive it to the nearest gas station and see about siphoning some out for all of us.”
Seeing Yaoyorozu tense, Izuku quickly popped his head back out the window to assure her. “We aren't in the habit of forcing someone or holding out assistance. And we definitely don't want to uh, do anything like that. Although if you have things to trade, it might be nice to take a look! We have some excess supplies and if you had extra, say, water, or jerky or something—”
His rambling was cut off by a screamed “Bakugou!?” Considering it was coming from inside the red SUV and across the overlook, the person inside must had screamed loudly. The passenger door popped open for a slightly shorter woman with light brown hair
Kacchan nearly
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Izuku watched Katsuki make a habit of raising the volume of the radio whenever he exited the car and that probably saved their lives. The cheery pop music that became background noise as they talked abruptly cut into a staticy whine, cutting conversation off. “Shit, cars now!” Kacchan barked, making them scramble for safety. Izuku didn't even think twice, pulling Ochako along into their car, not wanting to chance her trying to sprint across the rest stop. From experience, there were different zombie types roaming around the country — some walked in shambling gaits that the average person could outrun with a light jog, while others could sprint 100 meters in under ten seconds and you never knew what kind you were dealing with until it was too late.
The brunette slid her way into the backseat letting Izuku take the passenger when the first tell-tale hiss of undead could be heard. He closed and locked the door, looking out towards the treeline where zombies were pouring out from.
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“Ponytail made it into your truck before the first biter came in sight,” Kacchan reassured, ____.
It should have been awkward, sitting in a car ____.
大丈夫か?
Uraraka's bubbly writing filled the page and she left the notebook against the window, hoping her girlfriend would ____
Izuku poked the brunette a few minutes later, pointing at the car. The undead meandered their way in the meters seperating the two but they could clearly make out the paper taped on the inside, a 'OK ♡' written in clear, crisp lines. The two continued ___ for several minutes, exchanging assurances that they were both fine. Sometimes _______
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