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“Yeah? You like that baby?” Katsuki asked as he dipped his head back down between his girlfriend’s thighs, swirling his tongue up and over her clit slowly. HIs fingers moved in and out of her at a fast pace, thinking that if he went fast she would get more out of it.
He continued his movements for a few more minutes, hoping that the deafening silence above him was just because she was tired, but as the minutes stretched and not a single peep came from his girlfriend, he spoke up. “Babe?”
His girlfriend was leaning up on her elbows, bra half pushed off her tits, watching him with a vaguely disinterested and borderline uncomfortable expression. “Kat, maybe we should just stop—“
“Oi, wait; what the fuck? You not into it?” Katsuki pushed himself up onto his knees, leaning back onto his calves. His shorts were shoved down as well, raging hard cock pressed up against his abs. “What’s wrong, baby?”
His girlfriend swept her gaze over his body before glancing away, rolling over to the edge of her bright pink bed in order to swipe her phone from her (also for some reason pink) nightstand. “It’s nothing, really! I’m just not up for it anymore tonight. Maybe we should just fuck, instead?”
Katsuki’s brow furrowed. But— “You said specifically that you wanted to try oral tonight.” She had asked him a week ago if they could try when they got together that next weekend.
“Look, be honest. Am I that bad?” He started to smile a bit, trying to loosen her up and get her to admit that it was just nerves causing her to back down. At least he was hoping it was just nerves. The way she was obviously fidget-y, though, spoke of the exact opposite.
Her eyes widened minutely and cut away to her right side, unable to meet his gaze as she spoke. “Of course not! I’m just n-nervous, that’s all—“ She dropped her phone to the side of her and rose up to her knees as well, reaching out to place her hands on his chest. “Let’s just have sex instead, okay? I’m really worked up from what you were doing.”
That was a lie.
He felt a stone drop into his stomach.
Fuck. He is bad at giving head. This has never happened before. Bakugou Katsuki is not bad at anything. He’s the perfect son, the perfect student, the perfect athlete—he can’t fail at anything. Especially sex! How hard is it really supposed to be? It’s a natural biological function, so how can someone be bad at it?
“Oi, cut the bullshit, alright? Just admit it; say I’m bad at it.” He could feel the panic starting to set it. Katsuki was never good at accepting failure, and his racing thoughts weren’t helping in calm him down. His heart began to pound against his ribs, a physical sensation that kept him grounded; kept him from running right out of the room.
With baited breath, Katsuki waited to see what his girlfriend’s answer was going to be. Her shoulders had slouched slightly, and she was moving her hands up to tug her bra and shirt back into place. Her fingers paused, and her brows furrowed. She couldn’t meet his eyes.
His girlfriend was going to say ‘yes’. He’s bad at giving head.
Bakugou Katsuki is actually bad at something.
“Kat, baby—“
With one quick movement he was off the bed, tugging his shorts back up, and walking around the room to find his shirt as he buttoned them. “Got it.”
He could feel himself begin to shut down as a defense mechanism, and while the old him would’ve gotten into an all-out brawl with his partner over how humiliated and insecure he felt, he remembered his therapist telling him to take a step back, and reassess.
Katsuki doesn’t think he meant quite like this, though.
“Katsuki, wait! Let’s talk about this—“
“Nope, I’m out. I’ll see you on Monday.”
Within five minutes he was down her steps, and out her front door. She hadn’t even had time to fix her bra.
-
“Okay, what is going on with you?” Deku asks, currently lounging diagonally across Katsuki’s queen-sized bed as if he owns the place. “You’ve been super twitchy.”
Katsuki scoffs, slamming his thumb into the ‘start’ button on his playstation in order to pause the current game he’s playing. Something something “Become Human” or whatever. Deku’s obsessed, and got him into it. “I have not been twitchy.”
He could feel the eye roll from behind him. “Kacchan.”
“Deku.”
“Oh my God!” is cried out, followed by a thump against Katsuki’s bedsheets. Most likely the nerd threw his hands up into the air, letting them slam back down in exasperation.
“Please, Kacchan, just tell me what’s wrong—or at least, like, admit that there is in fact something bothering you. It doesn’t have to be specific!”
“Deku, seriously. Just drop it, it’s not a big deal.”
“Obviously it is, if it’s causing you to be all twitchy—“
“Will you stop saying ‘twitchy’?! Jesus,” Katsuki groans, tossing his controller onto the rug beneath him. “It’s just shit with Ocha, man, it’s nothin’.”
Silence.
Huh. Not what Katsuki was expecting. Normally Deku would continue fighting until either he was blue in the face or Katsuki was, whichever came first and eventually forced a truce.
(Deku typically lost that battle; spite is Katsuki’s strongest motivator.)
There was a soft ruffling noise, and just as Katsuki’s about to turn around to see what the little fucker is doing on his bed, dark green curls pop into his eyesight from above. “What do you mean ‘shit with Ocha’? What did you do?”
“HAH?! What did I do?! I didn’t do shit!” And that’s the problem. “Like I said, it’s nothing, it’s just some bullshit I gotta work through.”
Deku’s brow furrowed and he quickly made his way down onto the floor in front of Kacchan, mirroring his relaxed pose with his feet slightly bent in front of him. The demon pushes his socked feet up against Katsuki’s bare ones, pressing them flat against each other out of habit. They’ve done weird shit like this since they were little, and while Katsuki grew out of it by age 11, Deku still tended to initiate physical contact-type things like this.
Katsuki considered himself lucky that his girlfriend was understanding about it.
“‘Work through’? What’re you having to work through? Did you guys fight again?”
“Yes—no, shit, Deks, it’s nothing! Drop it!” Katsuki groaned, tossing his head back against his bed.
He didn’t want to talk about this with anyone; especially not Deku. While Deku was his best friend, the little fucker also had a reputation around campus. He was super open and affectionate with everyone they knew, but he was especially affectionate with his friends. Him and IcyHot had been fucking on and off for a few months, and Deku regularly made out with their friends at parties (or any time that Deku has consumed more than .1% of alcohol, really). So, for Katsuki to open up to Deku that he can’t make his girlfriend cum? That’s just downright humiliating.
“… Is it a sex thing? Is that why you don’t want to tell me? You know I’ve got the same parts she does, you can ask questions if you don’t feel comfortable going to her about them.”
It was an innocent enough proposition, but it only further pissed Katsuki off, a surge of annoyance flowing through him at how easily he had been read by Deku.
If he played his cards right, though, he could probably steer Deku away from this conversation, and hopefully be able to give himself enough time to come up with a plan to have the Nerd never bring it up ever again.
But if Katsuki can’t even bring himself to google tips and tricks, how is he really ever going to improve his skills? Maybe he should consider asking the nerd what he likes?
Katsuki lets himself think for a minute, running through his options. Deku; his sweet best friend who’s been there since they were four, and has seen Katsuki at his worst (and best) moments. Katsuki’s known him since before Izuku even became Izuku, thinking back to when Deku used to have to run around the playground in dresses. He has the parts Katsuki needs advice on, and the shit is sexually active. Superactive, from the gossip around school.
It doesn’t help that deep down, Katsuki knows Izuku would never judge him for struggling with this. He’d probably say some mushy shit about how practice makes perfect, and how people are awkward at first with things like this and it just takes time to become more confident, and blah blah fucking blah.
But the idea of asking Deku about this feels gross, and kind of invasive. They’re friends, and while Deku may be comfortable doing those things with friends, Katsuki isn’t. Besides, he has a girlfriend that he really cares about, and he should definitely not ask Deku for advice. Who knows where that could take them.
“Deku?”
“Y-yes, Kacchan?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
That should do it.
“Kacchaann…” Or not. Fuck.
Deku sighed and ran a hand through his dark green waves, and Katsuki’s eyes zeroed in on the way Deku’s forehead was revealed, exposing roughly twenty more freckles he hadn’t ever noticed before.
Shit, the nerd really was covered in those specks, wasn’t it? Do they go any further? Katsuki’s traitorous mind wondered, ruby red eyes briefly flicking down over Izuku’s torso quickly before snapping back up.
Dark green eyes were already watching him, slightly wider than usual, and he had his bottom lip poked out in an exaggerated puppy dog pout.
Seems he was choosing to ignore the way Katsuki just blatantly checked him out, and instead went for the straight-up manipulation tactics. Nice.
Katsuki was never quite able to come up with a maneuver that would allow him to remain unaffected by this specific look, and Izuku was well aware of this fact.
Kirishima referred to it as “pulling out the big guns”. Katsuki had just smacked him upside the head. It only impacted him if it was Deku, and his girlfriend had not liked that information when she inevitably realized.
“Oh my Gods, Deks, what what what?!” Katsuki finally snapped, crossing his arms over his chest, resting over the skull decal that’s stretched across his tank top.
“Kacchan, why won’t you talk to me? D-Did I do something?” The green-haired freak’s fucking eyes were watering, what the fuck.
Katsuki groaned inwardly before forcing it into reality when he saw the first tear track down his best friend’s face. “Of course not, nerd. It’s just embarrassing shit, thas’all.”
“B-But I tell Kacchan embarrassing things all the time; why can’t he tell m-me?”
A sigh forced its exit from Katsuki’s mouth, and he ran a hand over his face while he spoke. “… s’m not good at hea…d.”
The words were barely able to be considered a whisper, and he knew that Izuku hadn’t heard from the way his brows scrunched, the dumbass cocking his head to the side like a stupid puppy. “Huh? Can you repeat that, Kacchan?”
“She s’d… not good at —ed.”
“… One more time, ‘m sorry Kacchan but you’re kinda mumbli—“
“JESUS CHRIST! My girlfriend thinks I suck at eating her out! Fucking happy?!” Katsuki snapped, his hands bunching up into his fists, gripping onto his tank top in order to keep from lashing out physically, too.
Deku’s eyes were like goddamn saucers, and his cheeks had turned a bit pink as he processed what Katsuki had just admitted. “O-oh. Well, not everyone is going to be good at stuff at first—!”
He fucking called it.
“And it’s totally okay to take a bit to find out what works for you and your partner! You just have to practice—!”
Another point to Katsuki. What’s his prize again?
“But seriously; Kacchan, it’s okay to be bad at it at first! You’ll get the hang of it!”
“Oh my fucking God, are you fucking done.” Katsuki deadpanned, bright red eyes glaring daggers into forest green.
“U-um,” Izuku’s voice cracked, his face turning a deeper shade of scarlet at the sound. “Y-yeah, I’m done, Kacchan. I just want you to know it’s not the end of the world—“
“Well it is for me, okay?!” Katsuki pushed himself up from the floor, beginning to pace back and forth. May as well say ‘fuck it’ and full send it with the nerd, right? Maybe he’ll get some decent advice in exchange for humiliating himself for the rest of his life. “I’ve never been bad at anything Deku, can you fucking imagine how humiliating it was for her to look at me like that? She looked so uncomfortable and I had—I had no idea what to do, and-and I just… I panicked.” Katsuki paused in both speaking and his pacing, turning to look over at Deku. “I need to practice, but I can’t fuckin’ face her right now, let alone have sex with her!”
Deku had moved back onto the bed at some point, clearing the floor out for Katsuki to pace properly. The thought caused him to pause in his spiral, a mix of a scoff and a laugh falling from his lips because of it. He shook his head once before opening his mouth to speak again.
“I just, sex is supposed to be natural, right? Like, it’s a basic need. So, humans should just know what to do, right? So why does everything she does for me feel amazing, but anything I do for her feel like nails on a chalkboard to her? I don’t get it, man. No matter what I try it doesn’t seem to be enough to make her feel good, and I’m starting to think—“ something is wrong with me. Katsuki can’t allow himself to finish that sentence aloud, so he slaps his hand across his mouth and sits on the edge of his bed.
Deku’s face was scrunched up like he had eaten something he didn’t like.“Okaayyy… That’s quite a lot you’ve got hidden away inside for you to stew on, Kacchan. So, first things first: thank you for telling me.”
A smaller, scarred-over hand made its way onto Katsuki’s shoulder from behind, squeezing in what Deku hoped came across as reassurance.
“Second of all…” Deku paused, his hand moving off of Katsuki’s shoulder. The blond turned around at the lack of touch, watching as Deku crawled off the bed and made his way over to his dresser, rifling through Katsuki’s top one as if he was the owner of the clothes inside.
The nerd pulled out an unassuming wooden box, throwing it on the bed between the two of them. Across the top was a symbol, burned into the wood.
Cannabaceae. The Cannabis flower, specifically C. Indica.
“Wanna smoke, then talk about it?” Green eyes burned into red, and Katsuki replied ‘yes’ before Deku had even finished asking the question.
-
They were each one blunt in, and Katsuki had never felt calmer in his life. His bedroom window was propped open, and Deku had situated himself to sit backwards out of it—most of his body was sat out on the roughly two feet of flat roofing Katsuki had out of his window, while his legs dangled back inside. Katsuki had just pulled his desk chair over, and was holding his blunt outside.
His desk lamp was the only light on in the room, creating a wash of deep orange across it. It highlighted Deku’s legs from where they were dangling, showing off his fluffy All Might socks, but left the rest of him swallowed up into the dark of night from outside.
“So, you feel calm enough to talk about it now?” Deku finally asked, after about fifteen minutes of blissful silence, only filled in by the click of a lighter or a cough from either boy.
Katsuki sighed, running a hand through his spiked hair. It was getting a bit long, he should really ask his mom about setting up another appointment.
(He’s 18, not 24. His mom making his appointments still is completely normal, fuck you.)
“I dunno, man, I don’t really know how to fuckin’… talk about it, or whatever,” he huffed, leaning his face out the window to take another hit. He made sure to take a long drag, but Deku’s next words forced a coughing fit to wrack through his body.
“‘I’m Bakugou Katsuki and I suck at eating my girlfriend’s pussy’, is a start,” Deku snorts, taking another drag himself. Their eyes made contact after Katsuki had finished hacking up a lung, red eyes teary and red, green ones hazed over and half-lidded.
“What..the—f-..fuck,” is managed to be forced out of the blond’s mouth between fits of coughing. He slaps his fist against his chest a few times to try and push through it.
“What? Can’t even say that out loud? How do you plan on ever improving if you can’t even talk about it?” Deku’s lips had turned up into a smirk, and Katsuki found himself noticing that the nerd had a few freckles on his bottom lip, right at the swell of it.
“I can talk about it perfectly fucking fine, just not with you,” Katsuki sneered, ripping his gaze away from Deku’s mouth and forcing himself to make eye contact with his friend. Jesus, Deku is his friend, and he is fucking taken! His brain is short-circuiting. Maybe the weed he bought is fucking laced or something, he’ll have to ask Tape Face on Monday.
“Why not? I’d imagine I’m the least judgmental person you know; We both know I’m not going to make fun of you or try to make you feel embarrassed about what you choose to tell me,” Deku sighed, leaning up and pulling the lighter out of Katsuki’s left hand, their fingers briefly brushing before Deku was pulling back and re-lighting his blunt. “Besides, aren’t I logically the best person to ask for advice about this whole thing? Not only do I have a ... vagina,” the nerd’s nose wrinkled uncomfortably at that, “but I’ve also been with my fair share of them. I’d argue I’m your best hope to actually gain some knowledge about this subject.”
Katsuki scoffed, feeling a spike in his irritation at the mention of Deku’s many conquests. “Keep talkin’ ‘bout how amazing you are in bed, Deks. Really helps my ego, here.”
“Kacchan, that’s not what I was saying, and you know it. Stop deflecting by being rude and just fucking talk for once,” Deku snapped suddenly, and Katsuki’s gaze flitted up to meet the other’s, finding a look of annoyance across the usually timid boy’s face. Where the fuck did this Deku come from?
He readjusted himself in his seat and forced himself to take another hit from his blunt. On the exhale, he began to try and explain. “It just doesn’t click for me, I don’t think. I mean, guys aren’t taught shit about pu-… vaginas, so I just don’t know anything about them. Like—“
He cut himself to take another drag, blowing the smoke towards Deku, who looked unimpressed at the decision. Heh. “Like, I know about the clit, kind of? I’ve watched porn, and what those guys do seems to be fucking amazing for those girls, but fuckin’—I guess trying to mimic them wasn’t my best idea, huh?”
He glanced over at Deku once again, trying to discern the emotion on the nerd’s face.
The little fucker was holding in a laugh.
“Okay, fuck you, Deku—“
“No, no, Kacchan, I’m sorry! I’m—haha, I’m s-sorry,” Deku managed out between giggles, his free hand coming up to cover his mouth as his whole body shook from laughter. “You thought professionally made porn was realistic? And you took what they were doing as advice? Oh, honey, no, no, no, no.” He wiped a tear from his face, letting out a loud sigh with a huge ass grin on his face. “If you’re going to watch porn, watch amateur porn at least, it’s a million times more realistic. And it’s hotter.”
Katsuki scrunched up his face. Why would professional porn not be a good “—thing to take advice from?”
“Because, they’re doing those moves because of how it looks, not how it feels,” Deku sighed for real this time, pushing himself back through the window after snubbing out his blunt. He dropped it into Katsuki’s ash tray before making his way over to the bed. Deku placed his knees onto the mattress and crawled towards the center, patting the space in front of him once he sat down. “C’mere.”
“What? Why?”
“Just—come here, Kacchan.”
“No.”
“C’mere, Kacchan, c’mon. C’mon Kacchan, c’mon.”
“You saying it like how you would to a fucking dog does not make me want to actually do what you want me to do.”
Those stupid fucking puppy dog eyes again. Mother Fu— “Please, Kacchan? It won’t be bad, I promise!”
Groaning and tilting his head back dramatically, Katsuki dragged his body out of his desk chair and over to the bed. He sat down across from Deku, crossing his legs over the other. “Now what?”
Deku had a weird look on his face, and the weed wasn’t helping him draw any conclusions as to whatexact emotion was on the nerd’s face. “Don’t be weird about this, but; lay on your back, up against the headboard.”
What.
“What?!”
“I said don’t be weird about it!” Deku cried, his face turning pink as he looked away from Katsuki and towards the other side of the room. “Just do it! I swear it won’t be super weird.”
Katsuki side-eyed his best friend before reluctantly complying, silently noting in the back of his head that was being way too accepting of this whole ‘Deku telling him what to do’ thing.
Once he was settled back against his pillows, he watched as Deku visibly hesitated, seemingly internally trying to convince himself of something. Maybe the weed was hitting a bit too hard, because before he had realized it, Katsuki suddenly had a Deku in his lap.
His best friend was straddling his lap.
Deku was sitting on top of his dick.
What the fuck is going on.
“Deku?!” Oh, his brain is not working right now, what the fuck. He should be shoving him off, punching him across the face, backing so far the hell away from this demon, but instead Katsuki just sits frozen, his hands frozen mid-air right above Deku’s hips. Not touching, Jesus fuck, just… hovering. In the air. Over the nerd’s hips. Fuck, stop thinking about them, Katsuki. Focus. Happy, straight thoughts about your girlfriend. You like your girlfriend.
Deku’s face was bright red, his freckles almost completely invisible from just how badly he was flushed. “I said don’t be weird about it, okay?! I thought it would be a good idea to show you some actualpositions that are good for sex.”
“And you thought visually was the best fucking route?!” Katsuki did not screech, his voice just isn’t done developing, fuck you.
“You’re a hands-on learner! It’s the most efficient course of action!”
“Not with sex!”
Deku leveled him with an unimpressed look, magically no longer flustered. “We are not having sex, Kacchan. This is all over-the-clothes, nothing sexual about it! Think of me as your teacher!”
No way in fucking hell am I going to think of you as fucking anything.
“Fuck no, get off me, Deku.”
“Kacchan, please just try it once! If you still really hate it, then I’ll get off and we’ll go back to smoking. I’ll even roll the next ones! Please?”
Katsuki scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest to keep some distance between them. “Ain’t no way in fucking hell are you rolling. You fuckin’ suck dick at it.”
Deku cocked his head to the side. “I’ve been told I’m actually quite good at sucking dick, so aren’t you just saying the opposite of what you’re trying to?”
Katsuki is dead. This is his personal hell. Deku, his best fucking friend, straddling his dick and begging to show Katsuki sex positions in a hands-on approach, all while discussing his apparently God-like dick-sucking skills. If he’s not already dead, then he’s killing himself after this is over.
It took all of five seconds of eye contact between the two boys before Katsuki felt his resolve wither away and get washed down the drain, alongside his rational thinking. “… Fine, Deks. Show me whatcha got.”
Deku visibly brightened once Katsuki gave his consent, causing a grimace to flit across his face. “Great! You’re not going to regret this, Kacchan, I swear! You’ll be on your way to amazing sex in no time!”
He was already severely regretting his decisions to do this.
“Yeah, yeah, Deku, just tell me what to fuckin’ do, alright? What position are you showin’ me?”
Deku paused for a moment, placing one hand under his chin while he spoke, his other arm bracing his elbow while wrapped around his middle. “Hmm… Well, considering I’m already straddling you, this is a good place to start I guess? I’m sure you’re familiar with what this position is called, right, Kacchan?” Deku looked down at him, tilting his head innocently to the side in question.
Jesus H. Christ, even when discussing sex he still somehow manages to come across as pure as fuckin’ snow.
“Yeah, nerd, I know what the fucking ‘Cowgirl’ position is.” Katsuki sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Great, you’ve shown me a position, I can feel the ascension to ‘God-like sex’ already beginning. How is this supposed to help me get better at oral?” he deadpanned, looking up at his best friend’s face. His blush had faded, and the flustered expression instead had been replaced with one of determination.
Deku scooted off of Katsuki’s lap, sitting off to the side of him and tucking his legs up under himself. “Well, I can’t just put my crotch in your face in order to show you a position for that, now can I, Kacchan? Unless you want to really bond tonight, maybe just take what I’m giving you, yeah?”
“Haah!? Nobody asked you to fuckin’ do this in the first place, idiot! Maybe you should fuckin’ shove your goddamn cunt in my face, it might actually help me learn a thing or two rather than just having you straddle my fuckin’ cock!”
Both boys paused, staring each other down in frozen silence. Deku’s chest was quickly rising and falling, soft, anxious pants falling from his mouth as he processed what Katsuki had just blurted out. Fuck.
“Do-… Do you want me t-…?” The green-haired boy faltered, wringing his hands together out of nerves. Katsuki averted his gaze, suddenly finding a loose thread on his quilt that needed to be picked at meticulously. “Do you want to.. um, do that?”
Katsuki stayed silent, at war within himself. One side of his brain, the more sober side, said absolutely fucking not. He had a girlfriend, and he was not a cheater, and there are plenty other ways for him to research how to properly eat someone out that does not involve shoving your face between your best friend’s thighs.
The other part of Katsuki’s brain was still stuck on the whole Izuku’s thighs part, and it’s… it’s a compelling argument, Katsuki’s gotta be honest here.
He ends up shoving himself up from the bed and standing, running a hand down over his mouth and walking back over to their ‘smoking station’ (Deku’s words, not his). “I need another hit, yours still got any left?” Katsuki asks, busying himself with picking up Izuku’s leftover half of a blunt from the ash tray and lighting it. He’s avoiding answering, he knows, but he’s… he’s undecided, and while smoking more will definitely not help Katsuki make good, morally correct choices, it will keep his heart from crawling up out of his chest through his throat, so.
“Fuck,” Katsuki cursed, taking a few quick hits from the blunt before forcing himself to grab a bottle of water from his desk and chug it before the coughing starts. The familiar fuzzy feeling settled over his brain, and he felt infinitely calmer than he did five minutes prior. “You said over-the-clothes shit only, right? So, wouldn’t it be fine? If you can straddle my dick and say that that’s innocent, surely you can shove me between your legs with our clothes still on.” What the fuck are you saying, Katsuki. Please stop talking. Please. “Unless you’re too chicken?”
Katsuki had turned back towards Deku at that last sentence, willing his brain to shut the fuck up for a second, and he watched as forest green eyes darkened visibly. Deku swallowed and broke eye contact, nodding once before responding. “Fine, I can do that. But I need another hit, too. ‘M way too sober now to make this kind of bad decision.”
With that, Deku stood up and made his way over to Katsuki. The blond expected him to just ask for the blunt, but instead Deku’s scarred fingers wrapped around his wrist and lifted the blunt to his face, curling his body slightly into Katsuki’s chest and away, so his hand didn’t have to curl unnaturally while Deku took a few hits from the blunt.
Lips pressed up against his fingers, and Katsuki involuntarily sucked in a breath from how close his friend was to him. Deku’s dark green curls just barely brushed his chin, but his back was pressed up to Katsuki’s chest, and,Christ, he could feel the curve of Deku’s ass against his dick. His very hard, very interested dick. He couldn’t even think of when he had first gotten turned on, but the sudden pressure of Deku’s fucking bubble butt right up against him had him startlingly aware of his arousal.
It was an innocent enough move, something that they had done plenty of times during their smoke sessions before, when they got too lazy to pass it back and forth, but this was… Deku was close, closer than he’d ever been before when doing this. As Deku hit the blunt, Katsuki let his head drop down to rest on his shoulder, curling his body away from his friend’s so that they weren’t as pushed up together. It helped him to breathe, forcing an inhale through his nose and an exhale from his mouth, but that turned out to be a mistake considering he now had an up-close-and-personal experience with how Deku smelled, and that was—
Well, the nerd smells nice, what do you expect. Tea-tree shampoo and an underlying pine scent melded together on Deku’s shirt, and Katsuki felt his whole body relax, shoulders dropping and the tension melting from the base of his skull. Deku smelled familiar, like something comfortable and safe. He smelled like their childhood, and a wash of security ran down Katsuki’s spine.
This was Deku, his best friend. Katsuki had nothing to worry about in going through with this.
Feeling a bit more reassured from his not-quite-sober thoughts, Katsuki nudged the dark-haired boy and leaned up to press his lips to a freckled ear. “C’mon, show me what I need to do to get better, Deku. You said it’d be fine, yeah? No stripping?”
A sharp gasp left Deku’s mouth at the press of Katsuki’s lips against his skin, and the blond lifted his head as he heard a response. “Right, Kacchan, of course.”
He watched Deku peel himself away from Katsuki’s front and move back over to the bed. The nerd placed himself in the same position Katsuki was earlier, but his feet were planted on the bed and were slightly spread. His face was slightly pink, but for the most part Deku looked calm.
Katsuki shook out his hands before making his way over as well, perching off to the side of Deku’s body. “Uh, where do you want me?” Smooth, Kats.
Deku grinned slightly and let out a soft laugh, his hands briefly squeezing into fists by his side before relaxing. “Between my legs, maybe, Kacchan?”
“Right.” Fuck. They’re doing this.
Katsuki pushed himself back up and then faced the bed, moving onto it and settling himself onto his stomach between Deku’s thighs. He felt his face heat up against his own wishes, and he quickly ducked his head down to bury into his hands, letting out a groan. “Oh, my fucking god, this is weird.”
Deku burst into laughter, clutching his stomach from how hard he was giggling. His legs moved to close inadvertently, briefly squeezing Katsuki’s head before immediately releasing. “S-sorry! Sorry, Kacchan, that was an accident!” was said between fits of giggles, and Katsuki looked up with an exasperated expression on his face.
“I know, idiot, it’s fine. Can we just start now?”
“Right! Okay, so uh, this is usually the position I’m in when, um, receiving,” Deku started, his face gradually getting pinker and voice softer as he spoke. “The legs’ position of the person isn’t really important for now, so they can either stay here, slightly bent, or they can be lain flat…” He trailed off his sentence, and Katsuki took that to mean that those were the only positions available.
“That’s it? What if yo-she squeezes my head or something with her thighs? How could I prevent that?” Not that he really wanted to, but surely there could be more creative options for placement, right?
He looked up to see Deku’s face still bright pink, but it had spread down his neck and underneath the wide collar of his shirt. He was wearing one of his stupid text shirts, this one saying “Party Outfit”, but it was about two sizes too big and ten years too old. The collar hung off one of the nerd’s shoulders, and from this position it made Deku look like he was already a little mussed up from sex. Jesus, this isn’t helping his whole boner situation.
“U-um! You could- how about you just take my legs and place them where you want them to be? S-so that way you can, like, get a feel for how it would be with, um, your girlfriend,” Deku’s voice was higher in pitch and muffled, his firsts having moved up to rest over his mouth.
Katsuki considered the option for a moment before taking a deep breath and nodding to himself. He shuffled himself up to sit on his knees so he could use his arms freely, then reached down and grasped Deku’s legs by his ankles, his thumb pressing against the rounded notch of bone on the inside of them. Without thinking much about it, Katsuki took Deku’s legs and pressed them back against Deku, stopping when the boys’ thighs were pressed up to his own chest. Unconsciously, he began to gently stroke across those notches on his ankles, startling when he heard a sharp gasp come from below him.
By shifting his grasp and picking up Deku’s legs, Katsuki had apparently tugged Deku a bit further down the bed, causing his shirt to raise up and reveal the skin of his belly. There was a smattering of freckles right above his waistband, and Katsuki had to force his eyes to look literally anywhere else. Deku was wearing his usual sleep shorts alongside the larger shirt, and while the shirt was two sizes too big, his shorts were two sizes too small. Katsuki could see everything outlined practically, from the way Deku had been pressed up against himself. He could make out Deku’s clit between his pussy lips, and—holy shit, there was a damp patch just barely noticeable against the faded red fabric. His eyes widened, and he glanced up to make eye contact with Deku in shock. Was he-?
Deku’s brows were scrunched up, and his face was partially covered from the palms of his hands. His fingers curled around his eyes, partially hiding them from Katsuki’s gaze. “U-um,” Deku squeaked out, his voice cracking slightly. “Th-that’s great, Kacchan, you- um, you f-figured out a pretty advanced position. I’d expect nothing less, Kacchan’s amazing…”
Molten heat pooled between Katsuki’s legs at that, and he felt his cock pulse in his shorts. What the fuck. “S-so, um, where do I go from here?”
Deku pulled his hands from his face, resting them above his head, and slightly gripping Katsuki's pillow in his fists. Shit. “Just do what feels natural, but um—go slow, be gentle at first with any t-touches. Build up to the faster stuff, I’m- um, she’s probably sensitive, so…”
Katsuki nodded slightly and made sure to keep a firm grip on Deku’s ankles, using them as braces as he moved back down onto his stomach. Like this, he was much closer to Deku’s pussy, and the weed must’ve been really kicking in at this point. As soon as he was within touching distance of that fat pussy all thoughts of why he shouldn’t take off Deku’s shorts went flying from his brain. He tightened his grip on Deku’s legs, squeezing slightly to get the boy’s attention. “What now?”
“You would, um, you would start maybe by kissing on her, um, her thighs, and like, around the... the- um…” Deku’s voice was barely a whisper now, and his eyes were trained just below Katsuki’s own, glazed over and looking almost pitch black with how dilated his pupils were. Katsuki licked over his bottom lip as a test for the nerd, and smirked in satisfaction when Deku mimicked the movement subconsciously.
“The..?” he trailed off, hoping to goad Deku into continuing to speak. He pressed a series of open-mouthed kisses to the boy’s inner thigh, gradually moving closer and closer to his still-clothed pussy. “This what you mean, De-ku?”
“K-Kacchan,” Deku sighed breathlessly, his hips shifting slightly underneath Katsuki’s chin. His mouth was less than an inch from the crease of Deku’s thigh, and he moved one of his hands to cup that area from underneath. He pressed his thumb into that pocket of skin, his other fingers curling in and gripping into Deku’s ass underneath the fabric of his sleep shorts. He used this leverage to spread Deku’s leg open a bit further, and in a brief surge of confidence, leaned over to properly swipe his tongue over Deku’s pussy through his shorts, keeping his tongue perfectly flat.
Deku let out a sharp cry at that, his chest slightly heaving up and his hands tightening on the pillows again, twisting the fabric harshly. He rolled his hips up into Katsuki’s mouth, and the blond huffed out a breath against him before repeating the motion. He made sure to keep the same slow tempo, his eyes trained on Deku’s face to watch how he reacts. The little nerd seems to be super sensitive; he wasn’t kidding when he said to start slow. When his tongue reached the top, Katsuki decided to add in a soft flick of his tongue at where Deku’s clit was bulging out the fabric slightly. Testosterone had made it just a bit larger, he’d only been on it for a few months, but it was the perfect size for Katsuki to roll his tongue across.
“Hn! Kacchan!” Deku whined, a hand slapping down over his mouth to muffle his voice. Katsuki grinned against the soaking wet fabric, beginning to lave slightly harder licks over Deku’s clit. Those flimsy shorts were absolutely soaked by now, a mixture of Katsuki’s saliva and Deku’s slick causing the smooth fabric to completely plaster itself to the outline of the boy’s cunt. “K-Kacchan, please, w-wait, what are you—? I thought you were supposed to be bad at this!” He cried, bucking his hips up against Katsuki’s mouth. The movement caused the blond’s teeth to just slightly graze over the tiny bulge, wrenching a high-pitched, positively slutty, moan from Deku’s mouth.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
“I’m just doin’ what feels natural, Izuku,” Katsuki grinned, and a lightbulb popped off in his head for a position. If he moved Deku’s legs up higher… Maybe he could… Katsuki suddenly grasped the boy’s waistband of his shorts in his hands and pulled them off his body, startling a gasp from the other. He then pushed Deku’s legs up closer together, and rested his forearm across the bend of the nerd’s knees. The pressure placed on Deku’s folded up body caused his hips to lift from the bed, his back curving up with it. Katsuki shuffled himself forward on his knees and rested Deku’s body back against his thighs, now at perfect position to eat out Deku’s pussy.
It was right beneath his mouth, and he still had a free arm. He chose to wrap it around Deku’s mid-section, underneath his legs. His hand spread across the nerd’s stomach, pressing down slightly to push him up closer to Katsuki’s mouth.
“Kacchan, wait… Are you r-really wanting to do this?” Deku’s voice was muffled, but clear enough to be heard. Katsuki looked down his friend’s body and made eye contact with wide, blown-out eyes, the barest hint of tears glossing them over in the desk’s light. He looked so pretty, and Katsuki had never been more sure of doing something in his fucking life. He’d probably regret it in the morning, but if this was his one chance, then he’s gonna take it.
“Yeah, I really wanna do this,” He replied, fixing his eyes back onto Deku’s cunt. “Tell me what you like, nerd, wanna make it good for you.”
Slowly, he swiped his tongue for the first time across Deku’s bare pussy. The taste was surprisingly mild, and there wasn’t much of an aftertaste. Probably because they had both just showered a couple hours prior. Deku made a noise like he was hurt, but by the way his hips bucked, it seemed like it wasn’t a bad experience.
“Um-!” Deku started, cutting himself off when Katsuki swirled his tongue over his clit with a quiet moan. “Th-that! That’s g-good, Kacchan, just-just be gentle, please!”
Still so polite even when he had a tongue in his cunt, how sweet. Katsuki hummed an affirmative, taking joy in the noise it pulled from the nerd’s mouth before beginning to focus his tongue on Deku’s clit. He began with slow, gentle flicks, which soon morphed into soft circles being traced over the swollen bud. Deku’s hands were unsteady, one of them reaching up from the pillow to make a grab for Katsuki’s head, only to pause at the last second, floundering midair, while the other spread out wide on the bed and grasped the sheets there.
“A-ahn! Fuck,Kacchan!” Deku whined, his hips rolling uselessly up into the air. He had no stable ground, so he could only briefly twitch his hips upwards. “S-suck on it, Kacchan, but not too r-rough, yet. If you’re too h-hard, I can become less sensitive.”
Well, he didn’t want that, now, did he? He took Deku’s words in and put them to good use, making sure to be as gentle as he could when sucking his clit into his mouth. When Deku began to relax back into the sheets, Katsuki upped the amount of suction, pairing it with fast, light flicks of his tongue.
Deku’s back arched up severely, his hand flying back to cover his mouth as he let out a particularly loud moan. Katsuki let out a moan himself against Deku’s cunt, the hand that was spread across the nerd’s stomach pressing down just slightly while the other moved from its position across Deku’s knees to grasp onto his plump ass.
It took him a moment to realize that eating someone out was basically like making out with them, and well, Katsuki knew how to do that particularly well. So he put the techniques he usually would use when kissing to good use between his nerd’s thighs.
At some point, Izuku’s hands had made their way into Katsuki’s hair, and it wasn’t until a harsh pull occurred that he registered them, as well as the fact that he liked it. He pulled back from Deku’s cunt to breathe, his eyes flicking up to see how the other boy was fairing and holy shit, he looked positively wrecked.
His shirt had been shucked up to his shoulders, revealing light pink surgery scars across a firm, lithe chest. Freckles were speckled everywhere, and Katsuki wanted to lick each and every inch of skin that was currently exposed. While the view was nice, he figured Deku’s neck had to be killing him pretty soon, and with that thought Katsuki took to setting the nerds legs back down onto the bed.
Before Deku could pull himself away and interpret the move for anything negative, the blond was quick to move down flat onto the bed again, spreading those freckled thighs wide and pushing his face between them again. He latched onto Deku’s pussy, sliding his tongue just briefly into his entrance before moving back up to swirl over his swollen clit.
“K-Kacchan, fuck, please, please, please—need more,” Deku gasped, his hands scrambling for purchase on any solid item. One pressed flat against Katsuki’s headboard, while the other seemed to claw into the dark gray sheets underneath them.
Katsuki forced himself to pull his mouth away, wiping the back of his hand across his chin to get rid of the slick that he was positively coated in. “What, Deks? Tell me what you need, baby.”
Deku’s hands reached down and pulled Katsuki up to him by his shirt, his thick thighs constricting around the blond’s torso. He kept his hands clenched tight into his orange t-shirt, and before Katsuki could register it, lips were pressed to his in a rough fashion. He immediately felt a groan slip from his mouth, and Katsuki was quick to reach up and wrap his hand around the back of the nerd’s neck, keeping him pressed up close. Without realizing, he began to subtly grind down against Deku, who let out a startled moan at how they were pushed up against the other.
Katsuki looked down between their bodies and immediately groaned at the sight, his cock throbbing sharply. His gym shorts were the only barrier between his dick and the other’s pussy, but the slippery fabric did nothing to hide the outline of his cock, or how it pressed between Deku’s folds, his tip nudging over the boy’s clit with every grind. Dropping his head down to Deku’s shoulder, Katsuki began to press messy, open-mouthed kisses to freckled skin, laving hickeys all over as his grinding shifted into thrusts.
“F-fuu—” Deku cut himself off with a whimper, his hips bucking upwards to meet Katsuki’s thrusts. “Please, Kacchan, please fuck me,” he whispered into the blond’s ear, and holy fucking shit Katsuki is going to cum if he doesn’t stop in the next 0.2 seconds.
Katsuki was quick to stop his movements, panting harshly into the crook of Deku’s neck in order to calm himself down. “Holy fucking shit, Deku, shut the fuck up,” he rasped, his hands sliding up under the nerd to cradle him closer to his chest.
Deku breathlessly giggled, his chest heaving underneath Katsuki’s. Scarred arms and crooked fingers wrapped themselves around the blond’s back, and a cold nose tucked itself into the sweaty nape of his neck. “I didn’t think you were so close, Kacchan,” Izuku teased, his fingers gently beginning to pull Katsuki’s shirt from his body.
Katsuki forced himself to sit up straight, Izuku’s thighs propped over his own and fuck, ain’t that a sight, and he was quick to tug his shirt off of his body. Hazy jade-green eyes roved over his body, half-lidded and red-rimmed, and Katsuki looked down to see hesitant little fingers skating across his abdomen. “You can touch, ‘Zuku, don’t be shy. Want these off, too?”
Katsuki thumbed at the waistband of his gym shorts, and he felt a wolfish grin appear across his face at the brainless nod he received in response. “Yes, please, Kacchan.”
“Always so polite, aye, Deku?”
Another nod, and with a breathless laugh Katsuki reluctantly pried himself away from Izuku’s body, tugging off his gym shorts. He was quick to resettle between those thick, freckled thighs, his hands moving to grip the sides of them and guide them back to around his waist.
Deku wrapped one arm around Katsuki’s neck and tugged him down so that they were chest-to-chest, and the blond couldn’t help but let out a hiss at how the movement caused their bodies to align. His dick was suddenly engulfed in a soaking wet heat, and when he looked down he almost came right then and there.
Deku’s folds were spread around Katsuki’s shaft, and his tip was pressing right up against his clit. His whole pussy was soaking wet, and Katsuki could practically see the slick dripping around his dick. Fucking Hell.
Katsuki maneuvered himself so that he was holding himself up on one of his elbows, his hand gripping into his sheets tightly. His other hand wrapped around his aching dick, and he muffled a groan in Deku’s shoulder as he stroked some of the other boy’s slick across his shaft. His hips buckled slightly from the wash of sharp pleasure that ran down his spine, and he took a shaky breath before lining himself up to Deku’s pussy.
Holy shit. Holy fucking shit, he’s gonna fuck Deku. He’s having sex with Izuku—
“Yes, Kacchan, you’re going to fuck me, just please—please, please, do it already,” Izuku whined, the nails of his left hand piercing into the meat of Katsuki’s right shoulder. Thick hips rocked up against his, and suddenly his cock was sliding inside and pressing deep into Deku and fuck fuck fuck, he's so fucking wet, oh my god—”Oh fuck, K-Kacchan!”
Don't cum, Bakugou Fucking Katsuki you better not fucking cum.
With a curse, Katsuki stilled himself and took a deep breath against Deku’s curls, trying to steady his head and heart. His mind was still a bit hazy from the weed, but he felt as if he had crystal fucking clear vision every time he looked down to take in the sight beneath him.
Tears were falling from big emerald eyes, and the blond used his now free hand to wipe them away (after cleaning it off on the bedsheets, he’s not an animal). “Shit, Deks, you okay, baby?”
Izuku nodded and sniffled, his nails releasing their death grip on the blond’s shoulder. “Yeah, I’m o-okay, Kacchan, it’s just been a while-“ Deku cut himself off with a soft moan, his hips rolling up into Katsuki’s just slightly. “You can, uh, you can start moving n-now,” the green-haired boy blushed, his head turning off to the side.
Katsuki moved to grip Deku’s jaw, guiding his face back so that they could make eye contact. “Oh, no, you don’t. Keep your eyes on me, Izuku. The entire time.”
Izuku swallowed harshly and nodded, green eyes growing impossibly wider at the demand from Katsuki. “A-always, Kacchan.”
“Good boy,” Katsuki hummed, slowly drawing his hips back from Izuku’s before thrusting back in. He kept a leisurely pace at first, wanting to warm Deku up to the stretch. Just because he was pent up didn’t mean he couldn’t pace himself.
Deku practically fucking melted into Katsuki’s bed, his head tipping back and pressing into the pillows as he began to roll his hips up, matching Katsuki’s thrusts.
A sudden cry from the boy below him had Katsuki’s hips snapping forward much faster than he intended, wrenching another cry from Deku’s mouth. Katsuki pressed his face into Izuku’s neck, placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses all along the side as he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts. “Fuck,Izuku, you feel so fucking good, Jesus—“
Deku moaned and arched his back, pressing their chests together. Blunt nails ran roughly over Katsuki’s back, and with a harsh curse he spread his legs further apart, giving himself better leverage to thrust harder into Deku.
“Ah! Haah, f-fuck, Kacch- oh my god, oh fuck, please, please,” Deku cried into his shoulder, both of his hands moving under Katsuki’s arms to properly claw at his back.
Given the sudden intense coiling of heat inside both of them, it was a shame they didn’t last longer. Before Katsuki could even fully register it, Deku’s hand was between them and rubbing at his clit, causing his hips to pulse up in jerky motions and for his cunt to clench rhythmically around his dick as the nerd got closer and closer.
“K-Kacchan, I’m gonna cum, oh my god, please, please, fuck I—“ Deku whined, his voice high pitched and breathless in Katsuki’s ear, and fuck, if that didn’t have Katsuki almost spilling before Izuku had even gotten off.
Katsuki thrust into Deku as far as he could go, grinding his hips against the others. He smacked Deku’s hand away from in between them and replaced it with his own, and Izuku was quick to press his legs up to his own chest to allow a better position.
The new angle felt so much deeper to the both of them, and within moments Izuku was letting out a sob mixed with a cry of “K-Kacchan!”, his cunt squeezing like a vice around his cock in quick pulses as he came. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—“
Deku’s voice cracked and broke off into a whimper, and it took only a few more thrusts before Katsuki was pulling out and jerking himself to completion across Deku’s toned stomach.
Panting harshly, Katsuki helped Izuku return to a supine position before laying down, rolling onto his back and resting one of his hands across his torso as he tried to calm his heart.
Izuku didn’t seem to be fairing any better, his body still twitching a bit as he tried to gain back his own breath, too.
After a few moments of surprisingly comfortable silence, both boys rolled to face the other. Carmine met emerald, and Katsuki knew in that moment that the only thing he regretted in this moment was not realizing sooner that he was in love with his best friend.
“‘Zuku, I—“
The boy shook his head quickly, reaching up and covering Katsuki’s mouth with a mottled hand. “Don’t, Kacchan. We can talk about this all in the morning, okay? I don’t…” he trailed off, chewing on his bottom lip. Katsuki’s eyes flickered to watch the movement before forcing himself to look away.
“I don’t wanna ruin how good this was just now by you telling me you already regret it.”
Katsuki scoffed from behind Izuku’s hand, reaching up and pulling it away with a pointed look to his best friend. “I don’t fucking regret a single moment of that,” besides cumming in like 5 minutes, “the only thing I honestly regret is not doing this sooner.”
Deku’s eyes snapped to meet his, and Katsuki knew that tears were going to form in 3.. 2..
“Kacchan! Y-You can’t just say-say stuff like that!” Deku swatted at his chest before covering his face with both of his arms.
Katsuki huffed out a laugh before wrapping his own arms around a slim, freckled waist, tugging the boy up against his body. “I can and I will. And we’ll have a better conversation about all of this tomorrow. For right now, though,” Katsuki grunted slightly as he rolled them both over so that Izuku was laying partially onto his chest, “I just want to fall asleep. That cool wit’ you, Deks?”
He felt Deku nod against him, and Katsuki blindly reached over to his nightstand where his phone was. He opened up his LED lights app and turned them down before tossing it back towards the vague direction of his nightstand, not even bothering to care when it thunked onto the floor.
Katsuki pressed his nose into wild, dark green curls and sighed softly. They had so many things to discuss come morning: what Katsuki was going to do about his girlfriend (he was going to break up with her, obviously); how Izuku felt regarding Katsuki (hopefully romantically); how Katsuki felt about Izuku (definitely romantically); and various other little things.
For now, though, Katsuki was content to fall asleep, listening to the sound of his dumbass best friend breathing softly against his skin.
Maybe someday soon they could fall asleep as boyfriends.
Wouldn’t that be something, eh?