hello luna ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ i hope you’re having a good day :) just popping in to check up on you + also offer you this: bakugou getting drunk at his birthday party and just cuddling up to you, PDA and everything with zero hesitation and everyone’s like (.) (.) bug-eyed
THEDA !!!!!! i was not gonna do a bakugou birthday fic because everyday is his birthday here but im writing this one !
bakugou told you vehemently that he did not want a birthday party.
you mentioned it a month before, march twentieth, just a simple suggestion that it would be fun if he had one. mostly for you because pro hero party budget would include a decked out airbnb completely paid for, a hot tub at the back, a bar that’s tended to, a proper dj and catered food. also it would be cute to see your boyfriend celebrated, everyone who loves him, coming together to show him how much they cared.
bakugou didn’t have the same sentiments. in fact, he couldn’t care less.
“i wanna have the day off work, have a walk around the park with you and go back to bed,” then he sniffs, looks you up and down, “eat you out for a bit too. a happy fuckin’ birthday to me.”
you roll your eyes and stuff your hand in this face to silence him. a grin slides up when he kisses your palm, licks it for good measure.
despite this, you know there’s a big chunk of your boyfriend that loves attention. he’s a show off through and through. loves when the hero talk shows boast about his stats for the month. he loves when the commission awards him a bonus for the extra work he put in for the year. he loves when you drool over the new heroes weekly issue that he’s the cover of. bakugou katsuki loves attention.
so as much as you know he’d love a quiet day in, he’d get offended if all his friends didn’t text him happy birthday. if you didn’t say the two words to him as soon as he woke up. if his mother didn’t send him a card.
he pretends he hates the fuss, new year, same shit, but the truth is bakugou katsuki survived another year.
he survived almost dying twice, getting beat down by a villain with five quirks, had to save a cruise ship full of passengers and survived teaching you how to drive. the last one being the hardest because it caused you both to get into four arguments and you to (half heartedly) threaten to break up with him if he wouldn’t stop shouting at you when you were at roundabouts. (he didn’t shout, he very softly and slowly suggested you turn left. you panicked and blamed him when you turned right.)
so all in all, despite his holier than thou attitude about having a party, you know he’d love one and most of all, needs one.
he pretended to hate when everyone popped out from underneath the table and behind the chairs of this random gorgeous airbnb you drove him to on the outskirts of town. you told him you booked something just for you two, so after your walk around the park, instead of going back to his, you can go to a hot tub surrounded by the wilderness.
instead he’s got that with you and all his bestest friends and you even managed to squeeze in a few of your friends too. he rolled his eyes but his smile never let up. he shoved his friends away when they came at him with bear hugs but gave in anyway and patted their backs. he let all the girls hug him too, circling an arm around their waists and letting them kiss his cheek.
most of all, what meant the most to you, was his proud smile when everyone told him how you planned this weeks in advance. made sure everyone had the day off and demanded they give him a present. when nobody was looking, he pushed you into a spare bedroom and smothered you in kisses. never one for pda, but knows when you need appreciating.
which now leads to bakugou katsuki, 26, full of cake, finger foods and surprisingly, alcohol. the six foot five, blonde man, rarely ever drinks. heck, he’s been drunk less times than he can count on a hand and all for the fact he hates being out of control. he wants to know what he’s doing, he likes thinking straight and not be at the whim of something that’s altering all his bodily chemicals as he’s trying to get through a sentence.
but with all of his favourite people, mentions of everything he managed to get through this year, he took every shot, every cocktail, every glass of whiskey. he threw them all back as you laughed with deku and danced with your friends.
when you plop down into the leather sofa, a little out of breath, your boyfriend is quick to follow right beside you, like he was waiting for you to take respite.
“i love you,” he slurs, music still booming in the background. kirishima and kaminari drag your friends over to play beer pong.
“ooo, someone’s been drinking,” you laugh, but it gets louder when he picks you up to sit along his lap.
you gasp like he’s acting scandalous, which he is compared to your usual level of pda. he does this at home sure, but not in public, “katsuki!”
“‘m not drunk. just a few shots,” his hand sneaks onto your bare thigh, thumb brushing along the hem of your mini skirt. then in a whisper, right into your ear, “y’just been so far from the birthday boy.”
that makes you look at him, meeting his blushed cheeks and drowsy eyes. he’s slouching deep in the sofa, pulling your body to lean against him and his hand sneaks up your side under your top. it all makes your body tremble, your heartbeat pulse between your legs.
“mhm, didn’t mean to be. wanted to dance,” you whisper because despite the noise, now you’re trapped in your little love bubble where you can only see him and him, you.
“looked sexy as hell. wanted to drag you into one of the rooms,” he runs the tip of his nose down your neck, “thanks for the party, princess.”
you giggle softly, arousal heightening. you slide your hand onto his cheek and he leans into it, “knew you’d like it, silly. you’re so dramatic.”
katsuki’s ruby eyes sparkle at you, “gimme kiss.”
despite him being the one telling you, he leans into you, presses his lips against yours. it’s drunken, it’s sloppy, it’s so familiar to you. you’ve had a drunk katsuki at home before. you’ve also had a sleepy katsuki in your arms before. you’ve had him all over you, horny and desperate.
he sneaks his hand under your skirt to grip at your ass, breathes heavy when he clutches your breast over your bra. you open your mouth and he slides his tongue in, grunting when you moan.
to you, katsuki like this is the regular.
you both are so locked into each other in your bubble, you forget it’s very much see-through. everyone can see everything.
you pushing your chest into his, elbows on his shoulders are you drag him in without a sliver of air in between. if anyone’s standing at the wrong angle, they can see his fingers sneaking under your underwear to feel your ass.
“fuck, baby,” he mumbles against your lips, “didn’t even getta taste this mornin’—,”
you pull of bakugou with a yelp, yanking his hand out from under your skirt and top. you’re immediately fixing your little top and wiping your mouth. you’re sure your lip gloss is everywhere.
bakugou, with your foundation on his nose and a little on his cheeks, blinks dumbly at the audience of his friends that has formed. all of them with eyes bulging out of their heads, a few gossiping amongst each other.
“what?” he drags his head to face them, like it’s painful to get dragged away from you and they’re very clearly interrupting him from something.
“you, err, you’ve got yn on your nose kacchan!” deku says, slowly smiling, his arm slung around your friends shoulders.
you whip over to your boyfriend, licking your thumb and rubbing his nose.
“got my makeup on you,” you mumble.
only you, who’s drank less than him but still tipsy, can register the situation. kaminari gapes when bakugou yanks you back into his chest.
“like i know you guys had sex ‘cause some days he’d come in happy as hell but shit!” he takes a swig of his beer.
“shut up denki,” you whine, covering your face.
“shut the hell up idiot.” katsuki blinks, not caring as much as he would if he was sober.
“no but seriously. we’ve only ever seen him peck you and he was about to finger you on the sofa!” mina pipes up and all the guys agree with nodding heads. “zero to a hundred real quick.”
“i’ll say it, it was hot,” kirishima shrugs, resuming back to play beer pong. “just find a room, birthday boy.”
kaminari throws his head back in annoyance, “fuck, i’m sharing a wall with them.”
“it’s my fuckin’ birthday,” bakugou drawls, “get out of my ass. sorry you don’t have girlfriends that love you like yn loves me.”
that makes you roll your eyes, leaving him with your foundation on his cheeks. you stand up straightening out your skirt, “that’s cute, babe.”
his friends chuckle lightheartedly with you and bakugou’s cheeks flush pink. a little pout on his lip, “‘s not.”
then you feel bad, placing your hands on the back of the sofa behind him and bakugou inches his head up to yours, “i love you. they’re just jealous.”
your kiss gets him grinning, while the stares start up all over again.
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