Bkg who never drinks but gets drunk one night n all the guys are talking about sex and giving advice and denki asks bkg for his opinion and they all start dogging on him thinking he doesn’t know shit…
bakugou is only drinking because you’re on holiday right now with your girls. without you around, his whole routine has gone out of whack. no visiting you after work or picking you up from your writing class. no lounging on your sofa as he cooks you fancy pasta in your tiny kitchen with your roommate next door. he saves some for her also.
bakugou feels like a train run off the tracks, a zombie in his body, all the colours in his world have fallen flat.
so he’s taken to one of the most popular vices, alcohol with his buddies. his buddies aren’t helping. kaminari doesn’t know how to please this new girl he’s seeing and kirishima thinks he’s suitable to give advice. the third beer bakugou has downed makes them less annoying. just a smidge.
bakugou leans his head on the back of kirishima’s sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. his beer fisted on his knee. you’re probably leaving the beach now, in that pretty striped bikini you snapped a photo of a few hours ago. you said you were going to sunbathe, eat snacks, listen to music and read your book. group solo time you said. he wishes he was with you now.
“and i know she’s going to leave me for it,” kaminari whines into his palms, “b-but i tell her that i can keep going but she says no she’s fine. i think she finds it awkward because i just came and she hasn’t.”
kirishima knocks his empty can on his coffee table. it’s surprising he’s even got one in his only basic necessities needed bachelor pad.
“you don’t finger her at the beginning? eat her out? girls love that.”
bakugou looks at his phone. no notifications from you. he huffs.
“why are you huffing and not helping me! i’m crying for help here!” kaminari moans, then burps right after. bakugou winces. “i do all the foreplay! she doesn’t come during that either!”
bakugou entertains him. he swings his head on the sofa to look at one of his longest friends. “the fuck are you doin’ if she’s not comin’ when you’re eatin’ her?”
even though kaminari asked him, he and kirishima turn to look at bakugou with these slow drunken blinks.
“what do you know about….” kaminari starts.
kirishima leans forward to his best friend, truly interested in his answer, “sexually pleasing women?”
“what are you two idiots on? obviously i know.” though bakugou flushes red at the topic.
sure he’s not the most experienced in womenkind but he is in one. he knows what you like.
“wait how—,” kirishima starts but kaminari cuts in with desperation neither men have seen before.
“kacchan how!” he cries, hands clasped together and shaking in bakugou’s face. “how do i make my lady orgasm?”
bakugou’s quick to push kaminari away, having him fly to the other side of the sofa but still, he looks to him for answers with eager eyes.
“get the hell off me!” bakugou says then remembers to check his phone. still no text from you. not even an update on the sunset on the beach? a selfie? damn. he shuts his device and looks to his friends. “the problem is you idiots callin’ it foreplay. touchin’ her is sex.”
“fuck! i usually eat her out and when she’s close, i add in my fingers. shit has her comin’ down my wrist on command.” bakugou blurts like the words were dragged out of his throat. then his blush deepens. he takes a swig of his beer.
kaminari’s mouth gapes open, “what the fuck? tell me HOW. in DETAIL!”
“who?” kirishima asks, tilting his chair to look at bakugou properly. “why didn’t you tell your brothers you had a girlfriend?”
“none of your fuckin’ business.”
“fuck off about deku…,” then bakugou sighs. no notifications, “i met her through round face. she told him.”
“guys we’re going off topic. tell me how kacchan.” kaminari asks, about to crawl into bakugou’s lap.
bakugou shrugs. large motions all huffy and dramatic.
“it’s f-fuckin’ instinctual,” bakugou rubs his eyes. alcohol and thinking about your pussy around his friends. this wasn’t how he was expecting his evening to go. “i just suck and lick at her clit. i’m loud and messy with it… she likes that. stick my tongue in her, kiss her thighs. i dunno i just do everythin’. then when she’s about to come, she gets all grabby at my hair, pushin’ my head into her so i finger her. she explodes with these cute ass squeals.”
“shit, man,” from kirishima.
“damn kacchan… feel like i needa be making notes.” kaminari inches towards bakugou and bakugou grunts, spreading his legs to get comfortable. “but wait, before that, what happens? and what’s the technique when you give head? a—and your fingers—,”
it’s the alcohol that makes bakugou really consider his questions. thinking about you softens him, gets him warm and fuzzy inside.
“my woman told me that foreplay starts in the mornin’. she likes when i kiss her awake and sweet talk her. cute texts during the day. cookin’ for her and havin’ a plan for the evenin’ even if it’s watchin’ a movie. means when we start makin’ out on the sofa she’s climbin’ all over me, grindin and feelin’ for my dick.”
bakugou looks his friends up and down. “i don’t do all that to get my dick wet though. i do it ‘cause i like seein’ her happy.” then after frowning, “i do like eatin’ her pussy. i miss her.”
kirishima feels the urge to open hinge and messaging his matches. he wants whatever his best friend has.
“on holiday with her friends.”
“i said with her fuckin’ friends. i’m not her friend. why would i be there?” he snaps.
kirishima shrugs. “can we see a photo? what’s she look like?”
bakugou can do that. he goes into his photo gallery. he’s got so many photos of you to choose from.
“do you alternate between small licks and big licks? and your fingers, what’s the motion?”
bakugou rolls his lips in pondering, “big one at the start just to taste everythin’. then small licks on her clit. whatever gets her moanin’ loud.” he lazily flicks through selfies of you, “i curl my fingers inside her. brush against her insides.”
“this her.” bakugou thrusts his phone in his friends faces.
it’s a selfie you took yesterday on a boat in your striped bikini. the sun beams down on you beautifully, making you glow while the sea is bright blue behind you. you’re smiling, squinting slightly from the sun.
“don’t look too goddamn hard!” he barks once two heads duck closer to his phone.
“what’s her name? she’s gorgeous?”
bakugou doesn’t have a chance to answer when his phone is overcome from a phone call, showing your first name and last name.
“fuck, fuck, fuck,” bakugou whips up from his seat, “she hasn’t called all day. i’m goin’ into your bedroom. don’t wait up for me.”
bakugou storms into kaminari’s bedroom, answering the phone in haste, “baby, finally. i’ve been waitin’ for you to call… no, i’m not drunk…. just a lil.”
once the bedroom door clicks shut, kirishima sighs, “i’m gonna get back on hinge… actually maybe ochako has some friends for me?”
“shit! i didn’t ask what he cooks yn! or what does he mean by curl?”
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