fuckboy katsuki who’s slightly homophobic (more like confused) and he’s having a stoned convo with his close friend (m!reader) who IS gay and he’s just like “what’s the point, it wouldn’t even feel good” and reader like “bro have you even heard of the prostate” and katsuki is like “bro let me finger you” cause he doesn’t believe it - then he gets so smug when he finds it and doesn’t let you leave his arms until you’re coming from his abuse on that spot alone (slight size kink/overstim/overpowering) 😵💫 thank you!!
cw ! -- SMUT and SEX . GAY SEX. ,, frat!fuckboy!katsuki x twink!m!reader, slight homophobia, gay awakening, sighhh we love the gays in denial
a / n -- no synopsis cuz im lazy and i LOVE THIS SM.
(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) -- smoke hovered in the air, forming a small thick cloud on the roof of the room. the doors were closed and locked, window slightly cracked. the bong you and Katsuki shared was sitting on the floor right by him, while you laid on his bed.
you both had been spacing out, high, for a while, not even speaking for a while.
"Why are you gay?" he finally spoke, glancing up at you with glazed eyes. his eyes always did that whenever he got high, they got really glossy. it was kinda hot. "Wha?" you weren't sure if it was the weed or just his bullshit.
"Why are you gay? It ain't even all that.." he muttered, taking a long drag of the blunt between his fingers, blowing smoke out his nose. he never seemed to cough whenever he did tricks and shit. you could never do that. "All you do is rub dicks and makeout." your stoned giggles echoed in the room cluttered with dirty clothes and decorated with band posters that only degenerates would listen to.
"Have you ever heard of a prostate, you dick?" he stared at you like you grew a second head. "Oh my god, how'd you get through highschool?" you rolled your eyes, sitting upright. his eyes locked onto your slim waist and trailed up to your face.
he just.. appreciated your looks. and liked how you looked and acted and were just feminine in a way. he was not gay for doing that, and he definitely wasn't gay for jerking off to the thought of you a few times.
"It's like.. in your butt." you snicker, pinching his neck. he hissed, glaring at you. "How the hell does that even work? Where even is it?" he looked over your thighs and waist again, cursing mentally to himself. not gay.
you shrug, laying back on the bed, stretching. "Iunno.. the dudes I fuck know how to find it real well." you tease, lightly kicking his shoulder. he grabbed your ankle, staring right up at you.
you had to stare at him for a hot minute. it felt like hours went by as the two of you made direct eye contact. you tried to find the joking tone in his words, but it wasn't there. "You... what?" "You heard me."
he stood upright, and you realized just how big he really was. his hand was the size of your face. imagining it inside of you was..
"You're hard." he pointed out, looking at your thighs. he moved closer to you, palms cold on your legs. "So? Can I, or what?" as much as he was a dickhead, he was big on consent, that was for sure.
words caught in your throat, but you finally let out a faint squeak that sounded remotely like a yes. he rolled his eyes, grabbing your waist and flipping you to your stomach. "Ack! Hey!" you whine, breath hitching as he pulled your legs to the end of the bed, tugging of your shorts. "Those things are like panties, how the fuck do you wear them?"
you could hear the sound of something opening, but one hand remained on your ass. "I.. I just.. tuck well- oh my god!" a cold liquid oozed on your backside, making you jolt and prop yourself up with your arms. "Kats, what is!-"
"Lube. I'm not a dumbass." his fingers grazed over your hole, watching you tremble and hearing your breath shake with every word. "Y-you just keep that stuff in your room!?"
he couldn't help but smirk. "Fuck yeah. I get lucky all the time." he shrugs. "Just first time doin' it with a dude." he realized what he said, and rolled his eyes. "It's not gay."
you huffed, glancing at him. "You have me bent over your bed, lube on my ass, while you fii-- fuck!" one finger slid in, your muscles tightening up. "Damn.." he murmured, looking at the back of your head as it hung low.
you tried to compose yourself, swallowing thickly. "Th-thiss is.. so gay.. " you muttered, trying to speak again only to be cut off by Katsuki inserting another finger. every moan and little gasp made him all the more curious. "Huh..mm.." he muttered to himself, leaning over you.
his fingers moved slow, but they rubbed against every inch of your insides, until he hit a spot that made you act the way he thought you would. your arms shook, unable to support you as you moaned and gasped, legs squeezing shut.
"Kats, Kats, Kats, please-" your begging whispers fell on deaf ears. to him, this was the jackpot. he used his knee to push your legs apart, fingers moving painfully slow while you struggled to speak.
your saliva on the sheets mixed with the hot tears starting to form from pure pleasure. all of your other hookups never felt like this. was it different because he was your best friend? or because you were high? "What's wrong?" he cooed in your ear, looking at your twisting face. it was euphoric.
"Please, please, I-" he pushed harder, going at an unbearable pace just to make it harder for you to talk. he loved being a tease. "Tell me. What's the matter, hmm?"
your adorable whimpering was so cute. he adored watching you like this. "M'gonna- please, please.." "Gonna what? Gonna finish? jus'like that?"
he teased, looking at your pitiful expression. you didn't last another second before shooting ropes all over his sheets, legs trembling and arms giving out. his fingers worked just a bit faster, listening to your moans like it was heaven's harps.
your squirming caught him off guard. you were genuinely trying to escape him. how cute.
"Y'know m'stronger than you, right?" he smirked, watching you still attempt to wriggle your way out of his grip. he adjusted himself behind you again, putting a heavy hand on your back, keeping you down. "This is mine, understand?"
his words felt reassuring in a way, in a possessive, euphoric way. his claimed ownership only made you more aroused, your back arching erotically. "Oh, hit a little nerve did I?"
he smiled ear to ear when you went slack and allowed him to use you. "No one else could make you feel like this, could they?" you couldn't utter a word, just babbling nonsense into the sheets that muffled you. nodding was all you could do.
he pulled your head to the side, just so he could hear you moan. "You like this, huh? Cummin' just from my fingers.. imagine how my dick would feel." your moans got a bit louder as he pressed harder. if his hands were this big, you could only imagine the monster in his pants.
he brushed your hair to the side, away from your mouth, putting his hand right back on the other side of your head. "Belongs to me, right?" you nod again, and he sucks his teeth. "C'mon, lets use those words.."
he presses harder, making you yelp. "Yes!"
"There we go, that's right..good boy.."
you could feel warmth pooling in your stomach, your hips moving on their own to press against his hand. "Ah? Gonna cum all over again?" he slowly removed his fingers, smirking as you whimpered, your hole feeling empty.
"I want you to work for it."
by the time the two of you ended, it was 7am in the next morning and you had passed out about three times.
he stopped talking bad about gay people, that was for sure.
heh.. we love this even tho its ass
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