PSP In Boots

Chris woke up first. He had barely slept at all, with Bakugou’s face so close, his breath washing over him all night long. The two rowdy giants had quickly fallen into a deep slumber, and with morning come it seemed that they wouldn’t wake up so soon. Chris was still glued to Kirishima’s nose; he supposed he could have blasted himself off, but he didn’t want to cause his friend any pain. Besides, it was probably safer to be right under Bakugou’s eyes than anywhere else in the messy room.

Bakugou. Chris literally couldn’t help but stare at his face. He looked so calm when he was asleep, his red frowning eyes shut peacefully, as if all his anger was just a façade. His blond hair shined in the first morning rays like a crown atop his head, and sometimes, for a moment, a genuine smile would cross his face. After a whole night of this kingly sight, a feeling of awe was blooming in Chris’ heart. With what he had seen on the training field, it was no doubt Bakugou would be the Number One hero… and now Chris longed to be his plus-one.

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Bakugou wouldn’t remember this dream — and if he had, he would have blasted it out of his brain.

It started pretty innocently; he could feel Chris’ arms wrapped around his waist as they rode back to his place. He raised the visor of his helmet to feel the wind rush across his face, like waves of pale gold.
Then they got off the motorbike and entered Bakugou’s house.
Then they were in his study, talking about the research project they had been paired for, but the words didn’t make sense from within Chris’ deep brown eyes.
There was the sudden sound of the pen falling to the floor, and their hands brushed as they both bent down to retrieve it. There was a slight tingle, like an electric shock, but that was neither of their quirks. He could feel his face blush as much as Chris’. He could feel his face getting closer to Chris’. He could feel his awkward lips press into Chris’. He wanted to Chris. His mind was  thinkingChris only about Chris, as though Chris had  takenChris over. He could not  moveChris away from Chris.
Then he  realizedChris that the deeper he  kissedChris Chris, the  smallerChris he was  gettingChris. But he would not  stopChris. He could not  stopChris. He didn’t  careChris. He  wantedChris Chris. He  wantedChris all of Chris. He  wantedChris Chris to…
The  worldChris was only Chris. Chris  openedChris his  mouthChris,  droppedChris him inside, and…

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Bakugou woke up suddenly, slightly disorientated by the weird feeling of his unremembered dream. He sat upright and tried to recollect his thoughts about the previous night. It was all very fuzzy, but one thing poked its way through his brain.  ChrisSpike‑Top. He was…
Bakugou scanned Kirishima’s face, and spotted the tiny Chris on his nose. He looked awake, safe and sound, if not stuck. Bakugou figured that he could be helpful; whatever lesson Spike-Top needed to be taught, he figured that a night spent glued to Shitty Hair’s snory nose would have driven the point home. He reached for Chris and gently peeled him off, let him tumble into his palm, and raised his hand in front of his face.
“Good morning sunshine. Enjoyed your night?”
Chris sat upright, yawning and stretching. “Could have been worse! I wouldn’t mind a trip to the bathroom, though. I’m still not sure what that stuff technically is, but I’m covered in it.”
“Alright,” Bakugou responded without comment. He got up, walked out of Kirishima’s bedroom and into his own, entered his bathroom, and plugged the sink. “We don’t have all day, so I’m gonna do this myself.” He ran his fingers on the bar of soap, then turned on the faucet into a trickle, and carefully rubbed Chris’ body between his fingers under the water.
Chris didn’t get a chance to protest. He didn’t even try to, knowing that he would only get a mouthful of soapy water. But… he didn’t really mind it, after all. Sure, it was a bit rough, but the water was warm enough, he wasn’t drowning, and Bakugou seemed to be doing his best not to turn this intimate moment into torture. He was actually enjoying being manhandled by Bakugou, and was slightly disappointed when he turned off the faucet. A moment later, he was being dried in a towel, then dropped back into Bakugou’s hand.

Just as they exited the bathroom, there was a knock at the door. Bakugou snarled, which Kirishima took as a cue to enter.
“Hey Bakubro! Do you know where Chris is?”
Without a word, but with an annoyed grimace, Bakugou reached for Kirishima’s hand, forced it open, and let Chris slide into it. Kirishima’s eyes opened wide as the memories of the previous night flooded in. “Bro, are you okay?” he asked the speck in his palm.
“I… guess so?” Chris answered. “I mean, I’m not hurt or anything, and Bakugou even gave me a nice massage.” Chris couldn’t see Bakugou behind him, but he definitely felt him roll his eyes.
“Bro, I have so many questions…”
“Me first,” Bakugou interrupted. “How did you end up in this dumbass’ sock?”
Kirishima mouthed a “What?”.
Chris took a deep breath. He wasn’t prepared for this question, and hoped his lies would sound convincing. “Well, I was laying in bed when Chibiko came in, wanting to prank me. He shrank me and dropped me into Kiri’s shoe, and from there I couldn’t escape, especially once he put them on. Then I got stuck to his sock when he pulled them off, and… you know the rest.”
Bakugou frowned more than usual. “That seems like a strange prank to do.”
Kirishima gasped. “Oh man, you spent the whole evening in my shoe? I hope it wasn’t too bad down there!”
Chris tittered, rubbing his neck, trying to play it smooth. “Naaah, it was fine, I’m made of strong stuff!”

This was all that Bakugou needed. “So you spending the whole evening in his smelly shoe is ‘fine’, but holding you in my hand just a moment is ‘gross’? Let’s see if you like my shoes then!” He snatched Chris from Kirishima’s hand, grabbed his boots by the side of his bed, and dropped him in one of them, followed by his foot. He then dropped prone on the bed and pulled up his phone to scroll on.
Truth be told, he wasn’t actually offended, now that the alcohol had worn off. But Chris’ lies were too obvious — how did he manage to blast himself out of his gut, but not out of Kirishima’s shoe? Bakugou felt… jealous. It’s not that he wanted to be in on the pervert stuff, but at least Chris should have chosen him, the best hero in training, for it.
Why did he even care about Chris? …Well, he seemed the least annoying of the student exchange bunch. Maybe a bit too upbeat — but so was his best friend, he reasoned. And for some reason, the thought of running his hand through Chris’ spiky hair… Why did he even have those thoughts? He definitely didn’t care about one more extra in his life.

Thankfully, Kirishima provided his mind some distraction, as he had finally stopped gasping and said: “Dude, that’s nasty!”
Bakugou sneered. Sometimes, his friend’s obliviousness was annoying, but right now it was entertaining. “He needs to be taught a lesson. He said he’s made of strong stuff, I’m just training him to survive in a harsh environment.”
Kirishima never managed to argue with Bakugou’s rational side, and he knew he would get in big trouble if he tried to help Chris, so he simply shrugged. “Just try not to hurt him, please?”
“Well, I’m not planning on stomping around, so he should be safer than he was with you.”
The door slammed without another word from Kirishima, and Bakugou snickered.

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Bakugou’s boot might as well have been a sauna. Chris was pinned under his big toe, where all the hot foot-sweat was dripping to. The smell and the taste were intoxicating: not bad, as Bakugou was a clean guy, but oppressive, territorial in a way, as if the blond hero was naturally imposing his rule just by being. He had to take deep breaths to get enough oxygen from among the heavy scent all around and inside him; but he breathed it in quite deeper than necessary, allowing it — desiring it — to overwhelm his senses and infuse his mind. He couldn’t help himself, lungful after lungful after lungful, it was so manly he wanted to drown in it; every inhale an adoration of Bakugou’s dominance, every exhale a heart-rending farewell to the smell he couldn’t get enough of.
It was soon clear there was no escape for Chris — but did he really want to? There was barely any room to squirm. His face was pressed deep into the flesh of his torturer’s foot. His whole world was Bakugou’s foot, and Bakugou was in complete control.
Maybe he could have fought. Maybe he could have unleashed his energy blasts to try and at least tickle Bakugou; maybe annoying the short-tempered man would have gotten him out sooner, or maybe he would have been left here longer as punishment. He would never know, because it never came to his mind to try and get out: the mere presence of Bakugou on him, all around him, was enough to  breakBakugou him like it had never  happenedBakugou before with any other  giantBakugou. He wanted to  loveBakugou him, and he did so the only  wayBakugou he could right now.

Bakugou didn’t really feel it at first, being too focused on his own thoughts. He was feeling… powerful, but not in the same way as when he won a fight. This power was not about his skills. This power was about validating that he was the superior man to everyone else, that he deserved respect. So, when he finally felt Chris’ tiny tongue lap at his toe, blood rushed to his  facecrotch. He grunted with pleasure. It was… insignificant, in a way, but that made it all the better. If one of the American students, whom he had met not two days ago, one of the few that he tolerated, the only one he actually had  respectfeelings for, was already showing him such an overt display of devotion… well, that meant the world was his oyster. No; the world was his kingdom. He would be Number One. He would be so high up above everyone else, so adored by all these extras, that there would be no one else in the rankings. He was going to crush them all. He smiled at that thought.

His stomach interrupted him with a rumble. He may be a god, but he still had to eat. He figured Chris would be hungry too, so he sat upright and reluctantly removed his boot. He propped his foot on his knee and fished out his tiny roommate-in-law. Chris looked embarrassed as he straddled on the tip of his finger, but neither made any comment. Bakugou simply flexed his finger to make Chris tumble into his palm, closed his hand around him, and headed out.

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Bakugou liked such rare occasions when there was no one else in the dining hall. He put Chris on a tray, carried it to the self-service buffet, and loaded it with full bowls and dishes. He settled in his favourite spot, where the light of the morning sunshine warmed his back.
“I got a bit of everything, so you can get our full breakfast experience,” Bakugou explained, trying to sound like he didn’t care. “What do you want to start with?”
“Uhh,” Chris drawled, not completely out of his trance yet. He thought a grain of “Rice?” would be the easiest thing to chew into.
Bakugou pinched him between his fingers, gently lifted him, and dropped him in the bowl of rice.
Chris landed softly. He stayed sat for a moment, taking in the view of Bakugou’s handsome face high up above. He was so entranced that it took him a moment to realize Bakugou was staring back at him, probably expecting him to start eating. He rose to his feet and turned, facing a small hill of rice. Each grain was about half his size, so in his exhausted state, pulling one out proved impossible, and his energy blasts came out too weak to break the stickiness. He had no choice but to kneel and bite directly into the mound of food.

Somehow, seeing Chris this small, in his food… it made Bakugou hungry — for power. Surely, the little man wouldn’t mind him getting some more fun? He wasn’t going to put him in any danger, he simply wanted to display his  affectionauthority.
He started by eating around Chris, deliberately pulling out large balls of rice. He didn’t say a word, but he made sure to show Chris how tiny he was compared to each bite of food, before chewing on it and swallowing it with a forcedly audible gulp. He tried to avoid looking at Chris, who had clearly given up fighting against him from the very first bite.

When the bowl got half-empty, Bakugou decided it was time. He formed a small ball of rice with Chris trapped inside, only the upper half of his body poking out, and lifted it in front of his face. He locked eyes with Chris, who looked flustered but unafraid, just for a moment, then dumped it in his mouth unceremoniously.
He started sucking on the rice, trying to find Chris with his tongue, closing his eyes to focus. It took him a moment, but he finally located the tiny not-food. He figured that the caramelized flavour wasn’t Chris’ actual taste, but simply the result of having spent some time with his foot. He swished the food around in his mouth, sometimes forcing it against his cheeks or his teeth, sometimes pressing it into his palate, making sure to rub it in how powerless Chris was against him.
Finally, with expert tongue movements, he separated Chris from the rice, brought him to the front of his mouth and pushed him between his lips. He pressed them firmly to ensure Chris’ safety as he swallowed the rice.

Chris found himself pulled out of Bakugou’s mouth, coated in saliva, hanging by his leg. He was… conflicted about the situation; he would be lying if he said he didn’t somewhat enjoy it, but—
Bakugou interrupted his thoughts with a grin. “I know I just rescued you from imminent danger, but honestly… you taste pretty good. So give me a good reason why I shouldn’t eat you.” He opened his mouth wide and let Chris dangle above it.
Chris had to think quickly — which wasn’t his forte. “Uhhh… That would be bad? for me?”
“Wrong answer, squirt. Last chance.” Bakugou started shaking Chris over his mouth, as though he were a bully trying to get the lunch money out of his pockets.
“Stop stopstopstop stooop!” Chris shrieked, breathless from being tormented upside-down. Bakugou only smirked in response and stuck his tongue out. “It’s not funny!” the squeaks continued, Chris’ voice shaken not from fear but from Bakugou shaking his puny body up and down.

Chris had gone through worse. His hero training prepared him for extreme danger, not to mention that Chibiko had pranked him small enough times that he’d just become fine with it (and maybe taken a liking to it…). And he felt safe with Bakugou, somehow. The blond may look like an ill-tempered bully on the surface, but he was very obviously invested in his training and in saving people, and he clearly had a code of respect. He teased and snarled, but Chris was no fool: he could see that this was how Bakugou expressed his caring about someone. Chris was not afraid of his predicament: he was afraid that, as it was always wont to when Chibiko was involved, things would turn awry.

Fate finally deigned look upon Chris’ situation, and just as he had expected, things got worse. He felt something slide out of his pocket, and when it zoomed past his face he recognized it as his phone. He watched (helplessly) it land in the center of Bakugou’s tongue, bounce once, and disappear into the depths of the giant’s throat.
Bakugou instantly stopped bothering Chris. It was obvious he had felt it, and since Chris was still in his hand he quickly drew the right conclusion. He frowned with worry and gently set Chris back on his tray, looked away from him in a tinge of shame and whispered a low “Sorry.”
Chris sighed. “It’s okay, that was just my phone. It’s basically indestructible anyway, your stomach acid won’t fry it.”
“Good to know.” Bakugou didn’t skip a beat and resumed wolfing down his breakfast.
“…I’d like to retrieve it, though…”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get to that, once I’m done here.”
Chris decided not to protest; if Bakugou had made up his mind, there was no way to convince him. He sat down and watched the giant man finish his meal. And maybe, just maybe, he focused on his mouth a bit…

✧✦✧

Back in his room, Bakugou set Chris on his desk and went into the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a little plastic box in hand. He opened it and cut out a long piece of floss, which he dropped next to Chris.
“Tie yourself, and make it tight,” Bakugou commanded. Chris didn’t have a choice, so he made himself a makeshift harness, and signaled he was ready. He wasn’t actually sure he was ready to go back into his stomach, but Bakugou didn’t give him time to reconsider. He picked up the thread of floss in his palm, tied a knot on the unchrissed end and pinched it between his fingers, then dropped the rest in his mouth. He stuck the knotted end of the floss between his teeth to make sure it wouldn’t go down. He closed his mouth, swished Chris around for a moment to get one more taste of him, then finally swallowed.

Chris dropped wetly on the pile of food in Bakugou’s stomach. It was pitch dark, but by using weak energy blasts, he was able to create flashes of light that barely reached the wrinkled walls. Obviously, his phone wouldn’t be sitting on top of the mush, that would’ve been too easy… He figured he had no choice but to search through the pile of food. It wasn’t the most pleasant experience, especially with the sponginess and the heavy smell of the half-digested food, but it was surprisingly yielding, so at least he didn’t have too much trouble making his way into it.
Beyond the gurgling sounds of the stomach, Chris could now hear the faint sound of water running and splashing. Was Bakugou… taking a shower? He blushed slightly, somewhat happy to share an intimate moment with the blond gremlin. But he had a task to focus on, and so he soldiered on.
Chris finally found his phone after a few minutes of digging through the mush, and just as he grabbed it, his whole world jolted.

Bakugou dropped on his bed, forgetting for a moment that Chris was treasure hunting in his belly. He put a hand behind his head, displaying his toned body to no one, and let the cool air brush against his bare chest. He wondered if he should pull up Chris now, and decided to wait for a signal. He texted Kirishima to try and get Chris’ number, but got no response. He figured Chris was smart enough to find a way to let him know he was ready, but just in case, he set an alarm. With Chibiko probably socializing with the rest of the students, he had the whole morning to relax. He rested his other hand on his chiseled abs, trying to picture what things were looking like for the tiny man trapped behind them.

Chris had luckily managed to hold onto his phone, but was now completely buried in the food. “It never stops, uh?” he groaned at nobody, as though something out there really wanted to make him go through every improbable hurdle. But he was a hero(-in-training). He could do it. He pushed through and forward, ignoring his tired body’s pleas for rest, and after much effort, he finally broke through the surface and emerged on top of the pile of food. He pulled on the floss to get it all out, making sure there was a direct line between him and the exit. Now, all he had to do was…
He realized he didn’t have Bakugou’s number, and thus no way to contact him. He tried calling Kirishima, but only reached voicemail; and going through Chibiko was definitely not an option in this scenario. To add insult to injury, he could now hear a light snore echo through Bakugou’s body. He considered his options, and decided on pulling himself out using the thread of floss. He inhaled deeply, and started climbing the stomach walls.

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“Oh, come on!” Chris grunted as he splatted face-first into Bakugou’s stomach one more time, defeated time and time again by the giant’s mere peristalsis.
He gave up.
He was going to stay down there until his prince would rescue him from the depths of hell. Which were technically his prince’s own depths.
He felt powerless. But… not in a sad way, he realized. He didn’t hate it. It was more like relinquishing control to Bakugou. And he  lovedtrusted Bakugou.
He was too exhausted to unpack his feelings right now. This would have to wait.
He checked his phone and played some music to pass the time. At least there was good WiFi reception down here…

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Bakugou stretched and yawned, and turned off the alarm. The feeling of the floss in his mouth reminded him that Chris was still down there. How long had he been asleep? He had to get him out now. He pinched the end of the thread from between his teeth, and gently pulled it until he was faced with a drenched Chris. He could see the treasured phone in his hand; that, at least, had turned right. “Are you okay? Wasn’t too bad in there?” he asked with a sorry voice.
Chris tittered, rubbing his neck, trying to play it smooth. “Naaah, it was fine, I’m made of strong stuff!”

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A few months later…

Chris smiled when Bakugou’s handsome face appeared on his screen. Bakugou reflexively smiled in return, before dropping back into his neutral façade. Chris was happy with the progress Bakugou was making in this growing relationship. Sure, he was still a wrathful gremlin, but slowly, he was becoming more open about his feelings and more sincere towards him.
Bakugou interrupted his thoughts. “’Sup, Chris. Had a nice day?”
They chatted for a few minutes, catching up on each other, talking about their lives and their plans. They weren’t yet at the point they would say they loved each other, not out loud at least, but that feeling was steadily worming its way into their brains.

After a while, Chris rose up. “By the way, I have something to show you! Wait a sec.” He left his bedroom, and returned a moment later with a tray in his hands. He set it on his desk so Bakugou could see it. In the tray were a dozen of tiny people-shaped biscuits, each crudely decorated to somewhat resemble them and their friend group.
Bakugou focused mostly on his. It wasn’t too badly done, with the spiky blond hair and the red angry eyes. “Nice job,” he complimented.
“I wish I could share them with you,” Chris continued, “but I’ll have to eat them alone…”

Something clicked in Bakugou’s mind. He was taken back to the week they met, to the intimate moments they unexpectedly shared together when Chris was smaller than one of these biscuit people. And now…
Now, he trusted Chris. Now, he was not as much arrogant as before with him. Now, he  lovedliked him. Now, he felt… safe in his care.
“Do it.”
Chris had clearly picked up on his change in attitude, but decided to play dumb. “Do what?”
“Come on. Just do it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Chris grinned while picking up the Bakugou biscuit and fiddling with it. It was rare that he had Bakugou under his thumb, and he wanted to see how far he could go with it.
“Don’t make me say it,” Bakugou huffed unconvincingly.
“You have to tell me what you want, because I have no idea.”
Bakugou exhaled through gritted teeth. “Fine. Eat it.” He paused. “Please?”

Chris was beaming inside. It had barely been a few months, and already they were smitten with each other; but having Bakugou openly ask for this… There was no way but up from there. He felt on top of the world. He could do anything.
Chris took his most sultry voice. “I’m hungry… for you~” He pinched the biscuit-man by the waist and raised it in front of his face, focusing on it rather than on Bakugou — whose reaction he could still see at a glance. He opened his salivating mouth, making sure the camera took it all in, and placed the biscuit on his tongue, then unhurriedly closed his mouth. He could see Bakugou getting agitated in his chair, but this made him only more deliberate in his slowness.
“Come on, Spike-Top,” Bakugou pleaded, trying — and failing — to regain some control.
“I dunno, it feels nice just letting it melt in my mouth. The sugar, oh, you wouldn’t believe—”
“I am going to explode your whole mouth, then explode all the ashes left behind, then explode the urn they’ll gather you in.”
Chris swallowed the biscuit whole, tracing its path along his throat, making sure it bulged. He exhaled deeply with satisfaction and stuck out his tongue for Bakugou to see. “That enough for you, sweetie?”
The explosion ringed through his ears, and Bakugou’s end of the line shut off. Worth it.