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omg i saw ur post abt bakugo and smoking (which i agree i love the idea just not him 😞) but lowk is down to take an eddie, can u plz plz plz expand into that lolol id love to see what he’s like high

NOW AND AFTER (3.3K)

— bakugou katsuki x f!reader

WARNINGS: 18 plus. drugs. gummies. munchies. mutual masturbation. p in v. mention of death. crisps. SYNOPSIS: you and your boyfriend take gummies OR you know you're in secure in your relationship when the worst thing that can happen is your partner dying

your boyfriend, bakugou katsuki plans the day in advance. like he’s just done a night shift so he lets himself into your apartment. it’s you that has the edibles, these orange little gummies in this colourful packet and he questions you.

when you say you got them from some guy you know, he gets so suspicious, “y’know i can get the good shit right?” because he always knows someone who knows someone. it’s also always ten times the price. anyway, you make him touch his orange gummy with yours and you both start chewing.

it’s a day where he’s tired from a long week and he doesn’t wanna think about anything serious and his arms ache. it’s been raining all week and he’s had to work so much harder for his quirk to work (someone said this under one of my posts!!!) and he just wants to lounge with you. kiss you a little. put his brain to sleep.

so while it’s settling in, you both are out getting snacks and food because he’s a crazy eater when high. lol

by the time you both get back, he excuses himself to shower while you snuggle under a blanket on your sofa. you’re between slowly flicking through movies on a new streaming service and mindlessly scrolling through your phone. you’ve got your coffee table full with an array of snacks and drinks.

when katsuki appears he’s in these black and white basketball shorts and a white tshirt that kinda sticks to him because he’s damp and glowy. blonde hair a fluffy mess. covering his forehead and the tips of his ears. you pay attention to how he just stands at the end of your sofa, grabbing your foot with a loving squeeze and yawns carelessly. like a baby lion.

“fuck my life.” he mumbles to himself, looking around the room with a squint like he’s never been in your apartment before.

“how you feeling?” you smile at him, already predicting his answer. “looks like it’s hit.”

he chuckles, all cute and bubbly. eyes barely open, swallowing and running his tongue over his teeth. he looks adorable, simultaneously excited to sit down yet relaxed as if he’s sitting on another planet.

“yeah feelin’ fine,” he sniffs, fiddles with the hem of his shirt and stretches his shoulders by linking his arm behind his back.

“fine?”

then he dumps himself in the sofa, legs spread, head flung back to look up at the ceiling. places your feet on his lap and massages them slowly.

“don’t touch them, it tickles.” you slur, shaking your feet off his hands and that’s when he slings his head in your direction. looks as if he’s in slow motion. smirking, blinking at you slowly like a cat does to their favourite person. it’s panty dropping. causing you to be slick between the legs.

“y’crazy,” he rasps, then he grabs your arm to pull you onto his lap, “c’mon sit on me. too fuckin’ far away.”

you shuffle up, kicking off your blanket and perching your bottom right in the centre of his lap. you’re both mirrors of each other. bloodshot eyes that are barely open. dry mouths. bodies hot and movements slow. though you can feel the relief pouring out of him. no mental stress about his job, the pain in his biceps forgotten. even the stitches over his chest from a new scar, the dull throbbing is at the back of his mind.

“you look so fucked,” you laugh and bakugou rolls his eyes, large hands on your waist.

“y’dont. y’look gorgeous.” he doesn’t bother to lift his head, instead he sinks further into the sofa so his head adjusts to look at you with ease.

“don’t make it sound like i was insulting you,” you reply, your thumb brushing over his eyelashes over his left eye. he doesn’t question your action, just closes it. “you just look high.”

“‘cause i am —pass the crisps— just like you,” you reach behind you to grab the bag like he asked, opening it and dumping it between your bodies. “you want me to get you off.”

he states like he’s a know it all but he’s not wrong. you both stick your hands into the bag and pop a crisp into your mouths. lots of talking with your mouths full, crunching and giggling.

“says the one who wants to sit as close as possible.”

he bounces his feet, causing you to fall forward and grab his shoulders, “katsuki!”

“pass my drink.” one family sized carton of orange juice that he downs till its half full. it means you watch his thick throat, his adam apple that bobs with every swallow. how he’s so man, large bicep in the air as he grips the massive carton and you can feel his abs as you rest your hand on his stomach. eating more crisps when you watch him.

he finishes with a satisfied “ahhhhhh,” stretching his neck left and right. “shit that tastes good.” then he tilts it to you. “want some?”

it’s just basic orange juice, but as you take it to your lips you understand what he means. it does taste good, cold and refreshing. it even feels good to drink as katsuki doesn’t take his eyes off you, taking another salty crunchy potato crisp in his mouth.

“you’re so sexy,” is the first thing you say when you finish, handing it back to him to screw the lid on top and put it on your coffee table.

he chuckles, throwing the packet of crisps to the sofa to shuffle you closer down his lap.

“so are you,” he drawls, licking across his bottom teeth. he does this a lot when he’s under the influence, “we’re a fuckin’ sexy couple. everyone tells me too, so it’s not ‘cause i’m biased.”

you hum in response, pouting your salty lips to press against his, “says who?”

he kisses you back with a loud smack, his hand sneaking to rest at your ass, “deku. says we look like we’re made for each other. cheesy shit but he’s not wrong.”

he’s all smug when he says it, head blown out of proportion but hey, you agree with what he’s saying. “cute. deku’s always so kind.”

his mouth is open to say how mina always tells him straight up how you guys are “sexy as fuck, i’d be a third in your relationship” but he focuses on what you say.

stares at your lips for a bit, then the shape of your nose. the length of your nose bridge, your nostrils. how your chest rises and falls with every inhale and exhale. he knows whether you breathe mostly out of your nose or mouth. he can imagine your lungs expanding. he wonders how much bigger his are compared to yours, then for a few seconds he thinks about you dying. lungs unable to hold any oxygen, unable to turn it into carbon dioxide. failing. it makes his face drop for a moment, eyebrows turned down, his hands grip your hips in a panic.

he hates this panicky side effect of thc.

you’re running your thumbs over his eyebrows, sitting in another realm than your lover. you can tell from his fidgety movements something happened there.

“you okay? where’d you go?” a light peck on his cheekbone.

it’s not bakugou’s first time high like this. a heavy weight in all his limbs attaching him to the sofa below him, mouth full of cotton and mind drifting to attach to any thought that travels through his head.

he shakes his head. you’re safe, you’re not dying. so he asks you another question that formed. “d’you think deku would wanna date you?”

it’s not out of jealousy, it’s just a question like any other. you press your lips together in thought, then you grab a bag of jelly snakes and rip it open, shoving two in your mouth. you speak with your mouth full.

“you know him better than me,” you shrug, “i don’t think we’d suit.”

bakugou can’t help it, he throws a handful in his mouth but unlike you he waits to chew and swallow. “would you wanna date him?”

you wrinkle your nose, “not my type. i like them mean and blonde.”

katsuki grins lazily, scratching the top of his head, “i’m blonde.”

“you are,” you kiss his forehead and his eyes shut.

“d’you think i’m kind?” he says, then shoves a jelly snake in his mouth. he chews tiredly and he looks as if he’s about to fall asleep any second but he’s still awaiting your answer, eyes not drifting from your face.

“how dare you ask me that!” you joke, poking his forehead and causing a smile to bloom on his cheeks as he chews. “i think you’re the kindest. always predicting what i want and making my life easier. the backbone to all your friendships.”

“one of the reasons why i love you so,” you finish, feeling his left ear. the two little gold hoops. his lobe and helix and tragus and conch and rook and—

“i love you too. a fuckin’ lot. wouldn’t do this with anyone else,” he explains because he’s not always best explaining how he feels, though he’s gotten better than when you first got together.

“get high?”

“yeah.”

you run your finger along the waistband of his basketball shorts. you both know you’re gonna fuck soon. this conversation is just foreplay before the foreplay. you feel the vibration of his words through his body.

“d’you think i’m kinder than deku?”

“he is not your rival here too, baby,” you tilt your head with a smile, “but yes. you both show it in different ways.”

“even if i’m mean as hell?”

“i never said ‘as hell’ by the way.” you ping the elastic of the waistband of his shorts against his lower stomach.

he softly exhales. then he slowly shifts you so you’re laying back on the sofa, he hovers above you, forearms by your ears.

“i think you’re the sweetest and kindest, most fuckin’ beautiful. goddamn crazy sometimes too,” he breathes and you lock your legs around his waist.

“i’ll let you call me anything when you’re looking like this above me,” you’re all teeth, running your hand down his chest to grip his heavy groin.

he grunts, loudly. he’s always louder under the influence, sensations heightened, cares less about everything. cares even more about you.

“i can feel how horny i am in my damn palms,” he says, pained between his teeth.

“no explosions, please,” you laugh, grateful when he starts to grind against your centre. amazing. bliss running through all pleasure points and buzzing in your head. his hard cock knocks your clit with every movement and your eyes flutter shut.

“no,” he whines, “not like that. feel fuckin’ desperate.”

he runs his nose down your throat, bites down softly at the junction where your neck meets your shoulder. “i wanna consume you.”

that draws all your senses south. body tensing then releasing. heat spreading all over. you want to taste him, feel him in your mouth, anything down your throat.

“can we try something?” you whisper, holding his head to you as he practically makes out with your neck.

“anythin’.”

with two palms you push your loving high as hell boyfriend off you. he frowns and pouts with puffy lips, letting you manoeuvre him into any position. he ends up with his back against the armrest on the other end of the sofa.

you sit back against the armrest on your side.

“what’s this about? starin’ contest?” he sucks on his bottom lip, releasing it with a pop. nothing helps when he rests his palm over his cock, rubbing it twice and letting go.

“close,” you hum because you’ve never met a man so delectable. “i want to watch you touch yourself.”

his reply isn’t immediate but his smirk is. he brushes his hair off his forehead, “yeah? and i get to watch you?”

you’re nodding slowly and you’re sure you both have the same look in your eyes. that type of unrestrained arousal that feels like it’s making home in your body. the drugs only make the feeling thicker, intense and completely inescapable.

you’re propping yourself up with a pillow before sneaking your hand down your comfy flared bottoms and past your underwear.

bakugou grunts, eyes fixated on the spot between your spread legs. your two fingers dipping into your wet hole, spreading your shine over your clit and rubbing.

his groan is loud, inhumane. it makes you wonder how you ever dealt with men that were always quiet during sex. what a waste of time. you’re pushing into your palm, eyebrows furrowed at the fabric stopping you from using the exact pressure you like.

“take off your clothes.”

“take off yours.”

you pull off your bottoms as katsuki reaches to yank off his shirt. then you’re taking off your top, leaving you in a bralet as bakugou pulls off his shorts and underwear in one go.

once you both dump yourself on your respective sides of the sofa, all is a go.

bakugou circles his scarred fingers around his length. just the sight of his slouched body, knee perched up on the sofa and one on the ground… you can see everything. his cock is gorgeous, as usual. with its bright red tip, eight inches in length and a girth that feels like it’s a plug when it’s inside you. your mouth waters as he drags his fist up and down himself.

“you and your ideas,” he grunts between gritted teeth, his back raising off his seat when tightens his fist. “how the fuck does this still feel intimate with you?”

he says the last bit to your pussy, studying how your two wet and shiny fingers rub clockwise circles over your clit. you both look fucked, you already feel like giving up and rubbing over his cock, but the laziness settles in your bones. the only energy you have is to move your fingers and your eyes.

“spread her for me, lemme see baby,” bakugou murmurs and a moan slips past your lips.

“fuck, i wanna… holy shit,” you blurt but still you do what he says. you make your fingers into a v shape to push apart your lips, allowing easier access for you and a better view for your boyfriend.

bakugou clutches his balls, squeezes them softly.

“you wanna what, princess? y’look so good, needa record you like this for me.”

you rest your head back on your pillow, unable to take your eyes off his golden abs, as they’re curled from his bad posture. then the droplets of precome on the tip of his cock. you’re gonna come soon.

“i wanna rub myself all over you.”

bakugou clenches his eyes shut a long guttural, “fuuuuuuck. what the fuck, baby?”

his fist doesn’t stop moving, he’s even got sweat along his forehead now with all the pent up energy stored inside of him. the room is getting warmer by the second.

bakugou knows he’s close when you slip your fingers off your clit and stuff three of them inside. it has your whole body moving so your back is pressed flat on the seat of the sofa, your legs widen as far as possible and your fingers rub against your walls. then they’re pumping in and out.

you’re all over the place. back arching, leg twitching. it’s the sounds of your wet pussy that has bakugou transfixed. every squelch is delicious, loud. has him remembering how you taste on his tongue, wondering if you’d let him lick your essence off your fingers. you’re making these incoherent whines and moans, he recognises his name throughout some of them.

“c’mon baby. careful now, make yourself come just like i do. wanna taste you.”

that has you blinking at him softly. you’re both close. two whole pulsing nerves, dying for a release. you pull your fingers out and hold them out towards him.

your fingers shine in the light of the television and bakugou looks like a dog scenting for a reward as he follows forward. he licks over your fingers first, wet pink muscle running over them. his fist keeps pumping. he doesn’t drag his eyes away from you, loving your little grin.

“do i taste good?”

he’s nodding as he starts to suck your fingers, hollowing his cheeks as his tongue continues to swipe everything up.

he’s leaning over you now and you feel his cockhead brush against your thigh.

“y’know you do. like fuckin’ honey,”

you reach for his cock, guiding him between your legs.

“can we come together?” you ask sweetly.

once he’s done sucking everything off you, bakugou’s head drops.

“gonna make me explode talkin’ like that.”

with two forearms by your head and your legs wrapped around his waist, bakugou’s slides into you completely. you’re filled to the brim, lifting your legs so he can push your knees by your ears.

“oh fuck, katsuki,” you whine, “i love you. i love you. i love you.”

you’re rambling, tears springing at the corner of your eyes from pleasure. “fuck this feels so good.”

it feels even better when he picks up his thrusts, quick snaps in and out. sweet tingles shoot to the tips of your toes, all coming from the centre of your body. you gasp loudly, locking eyes on his.

“i want to keep you alive forever,” he mumbles between gritted teeth.

you hum in delight, not completely realising what he’s saying, “mhm, gonna be with you f-forever.”

he grunts annoyed, sweat coating his forehead, “no i mean it.”

you can tell he’s close. his breathing is heavy, his veins in his arms and neck are popping out with every breath. even his chest has a light flush on red.

“gonna keep you alive.”

you’re too focused on what he’s saying that you don’t realise his hand laying flat on your stomach, sneaking down to press on your clit. one rub and you’re jolting into him, back arching with a whine.

“w-what? i am alive, baby,” you coo, hand caressing his cheek.

bakugou snaps his hips harder, eyes drooped, thumb moving. it all makes you overwhelmed, body on fire.

“i’m gonna c-come,” tears spring on your waterline, “‘tsuki!”

“i’m right behind you, babygirl.”

you're laying on bakugou’s chest as he adjusts himself to wipe down his dick with his t-shirt. you lay kisses along his jaw.

“what was that about?”

he pouts, knowing exactly what you mean. he mumbles under his breath and considering you’re so close to him, you want to laugh at how you still don’t know what he’s saying.

you run your finger along his collarbone as he holds you tight against him. he throws his t-shirt onto the floor. looks at you with his dark eyebrows furrowed over his eyes then sighs, breathes out a harsh breath.

“earlier i was thinkin’ about if you died and how i’d hate it.”

“nice to know you’d hate me dead, baby,” you laugh but upon noticing the lack of smile on his face, you slow down. “look at me. i’m okay, so are you. you’re just getting fuzzy brained.”

he runs his hand over his face, leaving it there when he grunts, “yeah, i fuckin’ know. i love you.”

you pull his hand off, revealing his pretty ruby eyes and puffy pink lips. “say it again.”

“i love you. so much that i imagine you dyin’ and it feels like i am.” he brushes your hair out of your face, the whites of his eyes stained red.

“love you too. no more thinking about that.” you bite down softly on his shoulder, “i’m getting hungry again.”

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