the art of making out · katsuki bakugou
"Hey Bakugou, d'you know how to kiss?"
Bakugou grunts. Then, his eyes widen.
His body freezes up in realization, jaw locking.
"Wh--The fuck--" he splutters out," the fuck you're asking for?!"
It's a typical Saturday afternoon and you've crawled out of your dorm room to seek out the grumpy blonde. Most of your classmates had gone home foe the weekend, leaving the two of you alone.
You've been close friends for a while, having partnered up a few times during hero training. So it only makes sense -- despite his brutally wild and savage attitude -- that you trust him not to spill the beans to the rest of the class.
"Well, all the girls have been talking about it...” you trail off, not exactly sure how to respond to a suddenly tomato red blonde with steam practically combusting through his ears.
"O--’Course I fuckin’ know!” he yells out a little too loudly for the words to actually be true. His grip on the game console is so tight that you’re surprised it hasn’t cracked underneath his white knuckles by now, “why wouldn’t I?!”
“I didn’t say you didn’t, I just--”
“Then don’t fuckin’ ask! It’s none of your goddamn business anyway!”
“Sorry,” you manage to mumble out when you realize that it had been a mistake to ask him, of all people. Of course it is. Why did you think that Bakugou would know anything about relationships and kissing and love?
There’s some kind of weird, awkward tension that settles in the air in the aftermath of your small discussion. You’re not quite certain on which foot to dance when Bakugou’s in one of his moods. And he clearly is in one right now, from the aggressive way he slams his fingers onto the console as if it’s jammed.
Great. Now what?
Maybe you should just leave. Yeah, leave Bakugou to his own devices in favour of slithering back into your room so that you can melt to the floor in embarrassment.
Your cheeks burn just at the thought and you are so caught up in your own head that you barely register Bakugou’s hiss:
“Do you?”
Blinking at him, your hands unconsciously lock together to cope with your nervousness, “d--do I? Do I what?”
"How to kiss, goddamnit,” Bakugou spits without tearing his gaze from the screen, teeth gritted and jaw clenched, “do I need to spell it out for you?"
“Oh uh--no. Well, I did kiss Todoroki once but that was--”
“What?!”
Oh so now you’ve gotten his attention. Head whipping around with his game now forgotten, he glares at you with such intensity you swear he’ll burn a hole straight through your skull.
“Half 'n half?!" You're not sure whether he's impressed or disgusted, "fuck's sake, Y/N--"
"We both had no idea what we were doing," you quickly cut in before Bakugou actually physically combusts, "so it doesn't really count."
He's turned away from you, so you can't really tell what he's thinking about. But from the redness of his ears, it's quite self-explanatory.
"Since we're on the subject," you hurriedly continue before it gets too awkward, "who did you kiss?"
"Ha?!"
"Come on," you try to keep your voice neutral despite how fast your heart is beating, "I told you."
Another bout of silence. Then, a surprising whisper:
"No one."
You frown, "what?"
"I said no one, dumbass!" Bakugou explodes, "I don't go 'round kissing people!"
"You've...never? Not even a peck?"
"Shut up."
"How though?! The girls love you! I mean there are evwn rumours about--"
Hands suddenly grab your waist. Surprise catches your throat as Bakugou moves you onto the couch, following closely after to cage you in-between his big strong arms. He smells like cinammon and caramel and autumn afternoons. He's warm like the sun across your back, rendering your insides to mush with the emotionally charged intensity of his red-eyed gaze.
"So what?" He growls out as a hand clasps your jaw to restrain you from looking away, " 'the fuck's wrong 'bout that?"
Your heart is hammering against your chest, cheeks darkening with colour the more he keeps on looking at you.
"N-Nothing," your chest swells, "I just--"
"You seem pretty fuckin' confident about kissing," he leans in closer, so close your noses brush and something in your heart tightens, "so go on. Show me then. Or are you scared?" He taunts like a feline playing with its prey, a wild grin dancing upon his lips.
Something about his cockiness makes anger rise like an angry wave. You scowl back and not giving yourself time to think it over, you cup his cheeks and pull him in until your lips meet halfway.
Is this the fearsome young man you've always known? The one who has never been emotionally attainable?
Bakugou's shock is understandable.
Yet, the yelp that you swallow up with your mouth on his own is enough fuel to boost your confidence.
Tilting your head to the side to kiss him a little deeper, longer, you marvel at the sudden shakiness rumbling through Bakugou's chest.
You're not experienced yourself. But the innocence dripping from Bakugou's lips causes something to stir in your lower abdomen. Lord. His lips are soft and--
Surprisingly, miraculously, his mouth starts moving against yours. It catches you by surprise and you gaap, fingers unconsciously running through his blonde strands.
Wow, you wouldn't have guessed his hair would be so soft.
He kisses you hesitantly, but with enough vigor that makes you tremble with butterflies fluttering along your stomach and you're so wrapped up in a dilemma of what the fuck is happening and oh my god this is Bakugou that you barely realize you're being pressed into the couch until Bakugou's thigh suddenly slips between your own.
A whine tears up your throat involuntarily, and you feel Bakugou smirking against your lips, "you like that huh?" He mumbles throatily, mouthing his way along your jaw, down your throat and leaving a trail of heat in his wake. Enough that it makes you see stars.
No. You're not having that.
Forcing yourself out of the heated daze, you tighten your hands through his spiky hair and tug his head back just enough to lean up and kiss his adam's apple. His breath hitches and you continue peppering kisses all over his neck, finding a sweet spot right underneath is jaw and nibbling so softly it causes a soft groan to ripple through him.
How you don't notice his hands slithering underneath your shirt to trace patterns over your stomach, you don't know. Nor do you take into account the closeness of his chest pressing to yours as he gently grips your jaw to resume open-mouthed kisses upon your lips. You're too caught up in the heat that is Bakugou, too dizzy and reacting to your gut instinct to care about the aftermath of this situation.
Pulling back just enough to feel his heated breaths and his erratic heartbeats underneath your fingers, dazed crimson orbs meet soft maroon and there is something so open, so suddenly vulnerable in his expression that it makes your heart squeeze.
"I--" the words get caught in your throat, realization pooling like acid in your stomach, "I shouldn't have done this--"
He silences you with another kiss. You all but melt under him, letting out a sigh that speaks volumes of the emotions buried in your heart.
When he parts to hide his face in the crook of your neck, you mumble out a soft, "what was that for?"
"Nothin'" he rasps softly.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know," he snaps, raising his head to glare at you, "don't ask me any stupid questions."
"What we did was stupid to you?"
Bakugou freezes as realization dawns on him. Gaze softening slightly at the hurt etched over your featurea and the way you refuse to meet his eyes, the explosive blonde takes your chin using his thumb and you'd be lying to say you don't enjoy the way he's looking at you.
Then, as quickly as his expression had cleared, it closes off once again into that grumpy mask of indifference. He silently lifts himself off you and walks out of the living room, leaving you in a mess of confused feelings and a rattling heartbeat to match.
What the fuck was that about?
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A/N: Hopefully a part 2 if people like this :)
