you were way too drunk, you realized it too late as you stumbled into somebody at some random house party. they caught you by the waist before you could fall. your vision was hazy, your eyes were glassy, but even through your bottle-induced haze, you saw those piercing red eyes staring back at you.
“...you’re pretty.” you muttered stupidly, allowing this familiar stranger to help you slump onto the couch. you couldn’t tell if they were drunk too, or if your compliment had gotten to them, but his face had an undeniable blush spread across it.. “..thanks. you’re drunk.” his voice was gruff, yet soothing. you would hear it all day. you wanted to.
“oh really? i couldn’t tell.”
he let out a scoff at that, seemingly annoyed with you. but he didn't move from his position next to you.
“.. he does this a lot too.” there was a pause after you said that, as if the stranger was contemplating on whether or not to ask further. he brushed a hand through his unruly blonde hair, “who’s he?”
“my ex. he acted juuust like you.” you booped his nose as if for emphasis. “he’d act all tough, but he didn’t leave me. well, i guess he did leave, but that's besides the point.”
you didn’t see anyone next to you for a brief moment, making you think you hallucinated the whole thing, before a bottle of water was abruptly shoved in your face. “drink.”
he slid next to you again like it was natural, his hand moved to go around you by instinct, before he retracted it, you grabbed onto his arm. “..please.”
as if on cue he cradled you to his chest, taking the opportunity to press his head against the top of yours. “you feel like him too.” you mumbled, “sweaty hands and everything.”
he didn’t laugh, but you felt his smile against your head.
it was comforting, the best you’d felt in the months following your break up. you felt the drowsiness overcoming you, prompting you to move your head closer to his chest and lay against his heart. it felt like the same heart that served as your lullaby for years.
“..i hope he misses me.” your eyes were closed, that familiar feeling of comfort and space welcoming you, though the last words that echo through your mind and fuel your dreams sound just like katsuki’s.
you told katsuki you were a virgin much before your relationship started, and thankfully katsuki was actually pretty nervous about that shit anyways, mostly cause he was a little bitch deep down but also because he was terrified of hurting or scaring you off. sooo, you had time to get comfortable around him before you had to start worrying about sex. it didn’t worry katsuki either, not at the start of your relationship atleast. but when the time started to get around three months of dating, he was losing control. the more inlove and consumed he became .. the more harder trying to control the urges he promised he buried down became.
it became so bad nearly everything you did made him hard. you had this natural purity about you, the idea of corrupting and taking your virginity .. being the first to bury himself inside of you. it fucking ruined him.
the kitchen glowed with a soft warmth, sunlight spilling through the windows while the stove filled the room with gentle heat. beside you, katsuki moved around the counter with rolled sleeves and flour-dusted hands, making the whole space feel warmer than it had any right to.
you wanted to help him make dinner, obviously your help consisted of you standing there watching him stir the sauce. “yknow your a great help.” he muttered dryly, sarcasm coating his words as his eyes flicked to you. “you literally won’t even let me help.” his response was an eye roll but the corner of his lips quirked into a smile. mindlessly, he dipped two of his thick fingers into the sauce the consistency thick against his digits. “oo— i wanna try!” you stated, he stood back expecting you to do anything other then grab his hand and wrap your mouth around his fingers, your tongue flattened beneath his fingers gently sucking on the seasoning.
you’d think for katsuki he’d have some cocky reaction, but he just froze. unable to process the blooming feeling in his stomach. he didn’t feel like he was in control of the situation, blush coated his cheeks much more obvious then he’d like to admit, internally he swore he could feel all the blood rush to his cock as the hardening length strained against the fabric of his boxers.
his eyebrows were slightly pulled inwards as a little sound left his throat but the second your eyes met the weakened red ones looking at you, his composure pulled back. you had to manually pull his fingers from your mouth with your hand
watching in real time as his head almost dropped. “i-i uh gotta go to the bathroom. jus- stay here.” he muttered all the usual dry strain in his voice had melted down into a clearer sorta more aware vocality.
you hummed as he walked off, slowly smiling to yourself because it was just so easy to get to katsuki and you knew the second you let him on you he’d be fucking you senseless, you’ve always wondered how long can katsuki bakugo really hold out for?
don’t kill me cause it isn’t jaw droppingly freaky
katsuki wasn’t a perv. appreciating something he likes ≠ being a pervert…at least in his eyes. the pretty lace panties you wore deserved more love, he decided one night. when he found you laying in bed in nothing but your underwear and a thin tank top, he practically jumped at the chance.
he trailed kisses up your thigh, taking his sweet time to appreciate every inch of you. he hummed against your skin, getting lost in pampering you. your breath stopped each time he got closer to where you needed him most. he had you flustered, and he knew it. he chuckled, his bright red eyes boring into yours.
“everything okay?”
you nodded and reached forward to cup his face. he smiled at you and turned his head to kiss your palm. you grinned and he went back to littering you with kisses. when he finally reached your panties, he nudged them with his nose and inhaled.
“katsuki!” you swatted him playfully, but he kept his head nested in between your thighs. he seemed unaffected by your reaction. he kissed your clothed cunt and groaned softly.
“so pretty, fuck,” he murmured, the vibration caused heat to pool into your stomach. you whined softly and spread your legs wider for him. he smirked, pleased with himself, before hooking his finger under the fabric. he yanked them to the side and dove in. katsuki ate pussy like a man starved. he lapped at your cunt with hunger, slurping your wetness like a madman. his tongue glided across your folds with haste, making a mess of you and himself. the taste of you alone made him hard … though, he ignored the tent in his pants. right now, he was focused on you.
you squirmed underneath him, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of it all, but katsuki didn’t stop. he forced your thighs apart and inches closer.
“don’t run from me pretty, you just taste so good.” he practically whined into your pussy. you gummy walls fluttered at his words and you moaned his name softly. he was enjoying himself—flattened his tongue, working a finger inside of your weeping cunt—all with his face covered in your slick. to put it mildly, this was katsuki’s heaven. he could simply die here with his head buried in between your thighs, and he was prepared to. he kept at it, your broken cries only egging him on further. your fingers flew to his blonde hair and tugged lightly. he had on hand resting on your thigh and the other pulling aside your soaked panties.
“suki, feels s’good,” you whined. your back arched as he reached your sweet spot. trembling under his touch, the pleasure practically blinded you. you were so close you could almost taste it…and katsuki wanted to too.
he briefly came up for air. “cum for me, wanna taste you, baby, please.” you nodded frantically, eyes locking with his as you came. his name escaped your lips as your orgasm washed over you. he rode out your high, forcing your thighs apart so he could get every last drop.
There is a faint mark on your back, fading traces that resemble tight grip of fingers.
It isn't rare for you to be littered in bites and bruises, Bakugou took pride in marking you up any way possible, but this wasn't his mark.
"So, you let your side piece mark you up too?" He huffed, arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame, grey sweats loose on his waist, cum-gutters peeking through the elastic, whore.
"Which one are you talking about?" You move around sluggishly, trying to find whatever mark he was taking about, twisting your torso in an awkward angle before giving up and going back to getting ready.
"So, multiple side pieces, un-fucking-believable!" He groaned, arm raising up to run a hand through his hairs, "at least tell me, I am your favourite." He pleaded, tilting his head, sighing dramatically.
You scowled, "You are like 4th on the list." The pair of pants you had chosen today, refused to co-operate, stuck at your thighs despite your constant struggles to pull them up.
"Huh?! 4th?!!" He exclaimed, in utter disbelief, watching you hop around, "You better tell what he is doing so I can up my rank." He walked over, yanking you close by your arm, before reaching for your waistband gently pulling your pants up, hands circling your waist to make sure it didn't get stuck at the back of your thighs.
You let him manhandle your body, hands coming to rest on his shoulders as you lightly kiss his cheek, "He helps me dress up." Another kiss on his forehead. "Pulls my pants up for me." Another one on the tip of his nose. "Stares lovingly as I talk about my side pieces."
He grunted, zipping up your pants and pulling you closer, "Yeah." He mumbled against your lips, "Something tells me I might know this guy." Не pressed his lips against your jaw, hands tracing your body as he grabbed your shirt.
"Maybe." You slide your hands into the sleeves, letting him button up your shirt, "He is tall, blonde, and so utterly handsome." You moaned obnoxiously. "And he has a huge coc—"
"We can't have a cute moment, can we?" He sighed, letting go of your shirt buttons as he leaned his forehead against yours, "Your pant aren't too tight, are they?" He asked, eyes meeting your dumbfounded ones, "Ma can design you a perfect pai—"
You cut his words off, pressing your lips against his, swarm of butterflies erupting in your belly as you take in his words, "You considerate, caring asshole," You huffed pulling away from his lips, "you'll kill me someday."
He let out a breathy chuckle, cradling your jaw, pressing a kiss against your forehead, "Just trying to improve my rank, you know." He hummed, swaying slightly despite no music playing in the background, "Can't let your side pieces steal you away from me."
"It's a bruise by the way."
Bakugou hummed in question pulling away from you slightly.
"The mark you were looking at, bruise from sparring with Mina."
"Racoon eyes is your side pieces no.1?!!"
"Katsuki NO."
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a/n: reposting an older fic (that I deleted along with few other fics, last year when I was tweaking)
𑣲 your best friend, katsuki, gives you a lesson on giving head. ⋆｡° — SMUT! ♡♡
the tv buzzed in the background of your bedroom, but neither of you paid attention to the screen. propped against the headboard, katsuki scrolled through his phone with his usual scowl. you sat cross-legged at the opposite end of the bed, staring up at the ceiling—utterly exhausted from venting.
"i'm just saying." you groaned, throwing a pillow at his leg. "it's frustrating. how are we supposed to just know what to do? it's not like there's a manual for it."
without looking up from his screen, katsuki caught the pillow with one hand and tossed it aside. "it's not calculus, idiot." he muttered. "you just do it. it's technique."
"easy for you to say." you rolled your eyes, turning to face him. "you act like an expert on everything."
"i don't act like it." he smirked. "i just am." he said cockily, finally dropping his phone onto the mattress to lock his eyes onto yours. "and if whoever you were with was complaining, they probably didn't know what they wanted anyway." he sneered. "or you were just terrible, which is highly likely.."
"i wasn't terrible." you shot back, a flush of heat creeping up your neck—half frustration, half embarrassment. "i just.. i don't know if i'm doing it right. the angles are weird, my jaw gets tired, and i feel like i'm just guessing the whole time. i wish someone would just tell me exactly what to do without it being a whole awkward thing."
katsuki scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. the room fell quiet as the casual banter suddenly felt heavier. his eyes narrowed as he tracked the flush on your cheeks, letting out a sharp click of his tongue.
"you're pathetic." he muttered, his usual sharp tone replaced by a low roughness. he slid down the bed deliberately until his knees nearly brushed yours. "if you're gonna do something, you don't guess. you do it right."
you blinked, caught off guard by how close he suddenly was. "what is that supposed to mean?"
"you're never gonna get it just listening to me talk." he muttered, his hand moving to the tied strings of his sweatpants. "move over."
a mix of nerves and excitement hit you when you looked down and saw the outline of his dick against the grey fabric. "katsuki? what are you doing?"
"giving you a practical lesson so you can quit whining." he slid his sweatpants down to his thighs, just enough to free himself. he was already leaking, getting thick and heavy just from listening to you complain all night. "you want to learn how to do it right? practice on someone who's actually gonna tell you the truth."
you'd seen him half-naked for years after workouts or just lounging around, but this was entirely different. the reality of your best friend sitting on your bed, completely exposed and waiting for you, made your skin tingle with sudden anticipation. there was no point in lying now—you secretly wanted this for years. it was always a fantasy.
closing the final bit of distance, you slowly knelt right between his thighs. he stayed entirely still, eyes tracking your every move while his clenched jaw, trying and failing to hide the sudden heat on his cheeks.
"don't just dive in." he commanded softly, his hand reaching out to cup the back of your neck, his thumb resting right against your pulse point. "use your hands first."
you reached out and wrapped your fingers right around the base of his cock. you wanted him all at once, staring at the slick, pink head. his breath hitched sharply through his nose as his fingers tightened just a bit against your neck.
"like this?" you whispered, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
"yeah.." he grumbled, his eyes darker than before. "now, look at me while you do it. don't look down like you're ashamed of what you're doing. own it."
following his words, you leaned forward, parting your lips and letting the warmth of your breath brush against the sensitive tip. katsuki's hips gave a slight twitch upward.
"good." he muttered, his voice strained now—cracking under the physical reality of your mouth inches away from him. "now.. wrap your lips over your teeth. completely. if i feel a single scratch, lesson's over."
you took him in slowly, testing the waters. the size of him filled your mouth, and you focused entirely on the sensation, swirling your tongue around the tip just like he had hinted earlier.
a low hiss escaped from him—a noise you had never heard him make before. it sent a thrill of pure power straight down your spine.
"f-fuck.." he choked out, his fingers tangling into your hair. "just like that—keep that exact pressure. you're doing fine.. too damn fine."
you swirled your tongue over the sensitive ridge again, tasting the sweetness of his arousal. hearing that raw, breathless praise leave his lips—sounds he usually kept locked tightly behind closed doors or buried under angry scoffs—sent a jolt of pure adrenaline straight through you.
"take more of it." you sank lower, taking him deep until his tip touched the back of your throat. "yeah, there we go.." his fingers trembled where they tangled in your hair, entirely caught up in the pleasure of a lesson he was supposed to be scolding you for.
knowing you had this effect on katsuki, it didn't just motivate you—it made you want to push him even further. you tightened your grip around his base, using your hand to mimic the upward slide of your mouth as you took him a little deeper, just like he instructed.
"ah—fuck." a heavy groan left him as his head snapped back against the mattress, his hips rolling up into your mouth in a helpless, automatic reaction to the sudden suction. he squeezed his eyes shut, his jaw straining so hard the cords in his neck stood out. "are you.. shit.. did you seriously even need the fucking help?"
you stayed quiet, humming softly against his skin. the sudden, muffled vibration shot straight through him, shattering whatever control he had left.
"f-fast learner, my ass." he choked out, his breath hitching as you picked up the pace, sliding your lips up and down his length with perfect pressure. "you're doing this on purpose. damn it, y/n.."
he opened his eyes, and they were completely dark, blown out with a mixture of sheer disbelief and overwhelming pleasure. the fierce, confident look he always wore was entirely gone, replaced by a heavy hunger that made the air in your bedroom feel thick and suffocating. he looked down at you, his chest heaving.
Your mouth was warm, wet, and wrapping around him so perfectly that it was starting to feel overwhelming. the friction was becoming too much, heat pooling low in his gut too quickly.
"wait—" katsuki suddenly rasped, his fingers tightening in your hair, firmly but gently pulling your head back until you were forced to release him with a soft pop.
you let out a quiet gasp, blinking up at him with flushed cheeks, a thin strand connecting your wet lips to the glistening tip of his dick.
he panted, shoulders heaving as he stared down at you with a red face. he swallowed hard, his hips giving a frustrated little twitch the second he lost the intense warmth of your mouth.
"this was supposed to be a fuckin' lesson." he grumbled as he brought his thumb up to your chin, gripping it just tightly enough to force you to keep eye contact.
he dragged his thumb over your wet lower lip, staring intently at your face. the look in your eyes told him everything—you weren't done with him yet.
"you want to keep going?" he whispered, his gaze dropping to your mouth before flicking back to your eyes. "or are you satisfied? 'cause you clearly know exactly what the hell you're doing. you don't need my damn help."
you finally got it—the real secret to giving good head was actually wanting to do it. and you wanted nothing more.
things your exes did that send bf!katsuki into a coma
You lean your phone against a stack of books on the bed, adjusting the angle until the camera frames both of you perfectly sitting cross-legged on the mattress.
Bakugou is sitting right next to you, arms crossed over his chest and a deep scowl already plastering his face, though he hasn't moved an inch to get out of the shot.
With a satisfied nod, you reach out and press record on the screen.
“Are you ready, Kats?” you turn slightly towards him, nudging his shoulder with yours.
“Lets just get it over with,” he grumbles, shifting his weight.
There is absolutely no real bite in his voice, and he actually leans a little closer to you which makes you smile and look back at the camera.
“Okay, so... I am doing the ‘what my exes did to me, and I stayed’ trend with my boyfriend. He’s going to react to it.”
“This already makes me angry,” he mutters and you laugh.
“You’re always angry,” you roll your eyes.
“The first one: one of my exes accused me of cheating on him with my mechanic because my mechanic texted me to come and get my car.”
Bakugou’s head snaps towards you so fast you almost hear his neck crack.
His eyes narrow into a glare.
“The fuck? What kind of loser ass thinking is this?” he barks. “Who gets jealous of a fucking mechanic?”
You chuckle, waving a hand to brush off his intensity before continuing. “Next. One time, his mother visited us and jokingly said that the two of us were too loud last night, but I was on my shift the entire night…”
Bakugou freezes.
It takes him a solid three seconds to process the math, and when it clicks, his jaw goes slack. “The hell? Tell me you at least beat his ass,” he demands.
“Oh, you bet! Me and his mother teamed up actually,” you start laughing at the memory and Bakugou smiles proudly.
“Next. I once did this trend of calling my ex ‘my husband’ and he deadass turned to me and said ‘i’m not your husband’... after talking to me about marriage literally a day before.”
Bakugou lets out a sharp scoff, shaking his head. He pinches the bridge of his nose, looking exhausted by the sheer stupidity of your past dating life.
"An absolute coward," he mutters under his breath.
“Oh, it gets better," you say, "The following day we had a fight and I asked him to tell me three things he liked about me, and he literally pulled out his phone to search ‘good traits in a partner’ since he couldn't think of anything on his own.”
Katsuki drags his palm down his face, his eyes wide with genuine disbelief. “You are shitting me. He had to google why he liked you? I can name fifty things right now without even trying, and that idiot needed a fucking search engine?”
You smile, feeling a warm blush creep up your neck at his words.
“I know you can,” you say proudly as you ruffle his messy, blond hair before turning back to the screen.
“Okay, the next one… He ranked all my friends based on attractiveness... and I got placed fourth.”
The room goes silent.
Katsuki’s expression goes blank, his crimson eyes locking onto yours.
“He did what?”he asks. “Who the fuck does he think he is? You're a damn masterpiece and he put you fourth? Give me his address. I just want to talk.”
You quickly pat his knee to calm him down before he actually storms out to commit a crime. “It’s okay, it’s okay, his opinion didn’t affect me.”
“It better not,” he mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.
“And the last one. My ex would pay at every date, just to seem like a ‘provider’ to others, but once the two of us we were alone, he’d ask me back for the money.”
Bakugou lets out a dry laugh.
“Cheap bastard on top of being a brainless extra. Unbelievable.” He turns his head towards you, his gaze softening just a fraction, though his scowl remains.
“Good thing you're with someone who actually knows what you're worth.”
“Yeah, I’m grateful for this,” you assure him while leaning to place a kiss on his lips.
He accepts it, placing his large hand on your waist, and pulling you closer. You sense this won’t just be a simple kiss once he licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance.
“Wait, Kats, I need to stop recording,” you try to distance yourself a bit, but he doesn’t budge.
“Just cut this at editing,” he mutters against your lips. “It’s gonna be a long part tho,” he smirks and you blush instantly.
“Kaaats!”
a/n: main inspo source is tiktok. Hope you guys like it!
