Kiribaku Oneshots

Concept 12 - Drunk Pt 3

Oh how the tables have turned...and here goes Anomaly with another draft. Anyway...

CW: Drunk Bakugou, grinding, making out, mostly fluff, mentions of vomit

Game night had been at their apartment that night, and Mina decided that shots were a good idea. Luckily, everyone had their own designated drivers to take them home. Kirishima didn't drink much. Wasn't really in the mood for tequila. So he was pretty much sober when everyone left, while his boyfriend was very much drunk, snuggled up to his side. When the last of their friends had left, the blonde made for his lap, swinging his leg over to his other side and allowing his hands to roam where they please across the redhead's muscular chest.
"Fuckin' finally," he mutters, face brandishing a drunken blush and hazy, lust filled eyes. Kirishima chuckles, amused by his boyfriend's forwardness.
"Watcha doing, love?" he muses, bringing his hands to his thighs. His boyfriend's response comes in the form of his hips slowly grinding down and his hands traveling up to his shoulders.
"Shhuddup," the blonde slurs. "'M horny." Kirishima grins up at him, hands migrating to his ass to help guide his hips, enjoying the friction on his slowly swelling cock and his boyfriend's soft, sweet moans.
"I can tell,~" he hums. "I can also tell that you are very drunk." Bakugou brings a finger to his lips, pressing a little harder than he probably should, shushing him before tugging his bottom lip down with his thumb.
"Shhhhh. Gimme kiss." Before Kirishima can respond, he leans forward to connect their lips in a slow, sloppy kiss, slotting his tongue between pointed teeth. Kirishima is more shocked by the sudden burn of tequila, and the zest of salt and lime than he is by the kiss, but melts into it nevertheless.

He guides their pace, making sure they keep it slow so as to savor the moment, as much as he knows his boyfriend would love to impale himself right then and there. Bakugou pulls back just a bit, dragging kisses down his jaw and neck so he can cover it in little drunken love bites. Kirishima relaxes, craning his neck to give the blonde room to work while they grind. Thankfully, his brain hadn't gone into autopilot when he hears a small groan as his boyfriend ceases his affection.
"Ugh...Ei, don' feel good," the blonde mumbles. The redhead's eyes widen in recognition.
"Hold on Kats, I'm gonna bring you to the bathroom," he instructs, standing up when he feels arms and legs tighten around him. He speeds up when he hears a gag. "Hold it. We're almost there." He feels a hand let go and assumes his boyfriend has covered his mouth, but the gagging doesn't stop. C'mon, just a little bit further! They make it to the bathroom, but before he can put him down, it's too late. His face scrunches up at the sound of his boyfriend retching down his back. A shiver of squeamishness shoots up his spine before he sighs when he's finally done. He ignores the wetness dripping down his back as he puts Bakugou down, loving eyes examining his pale face.
"'M sorry, Ei..." the blonde mumbles, almost unfazed by the taste in his mouth.
"It's alright, baby. At least it was on me and not on the couch," Kirishima reassures him before guiding him to kneel by the toilet, knowing that it's far from over.

He discards his vomit soaked shirt into the trash before kneeling beside him, rubbing his back and flushing between retches. When he's finally spent, he helps him to his feet and guides him to the counter. His eyes are hazy, almost closing from exhaustion, and his hair is drenched with sweat, but it doesn't stop Kirishima from wetting a wash cloth and cleaning off his mouth before filling a cup and handing it to him.
"Here, baby. Rinse your mouth and then take slow sips," he instructs before going to the tub to prepare a bath. Bakugou nods, doing as he says, then working to take off his clothes. He nearly falls asleep in the tub while Kirishima washes his hair, but thankfully he's still awake enough to brush his teeth, and doesn't fight the strong arms that carry him to bed and dress him in the comfiest of pajamas.
"'M sorry Ei," he mumbles again as the redhead pulls him to his chest.
"For what?" Kirishima asks, eyes filled with nothing but love. Bakugou is quiet for a moment, forming the words.
"Sorry that 'M a handful...ruined th' moment, an' ruined yer shirt..." he says, words still a bit slurred. Kirishima smiles down at him and tilts his chin up to look at him.
"It's alright, my love. We'll have plenty more moments together, and I have plenty more shirts. I still love you more than anything." A sickeningly livestruck grin appears on the blonde's sleepy face. He scoots up the best he can to meet his boyfriend's lips, snuggling into his chest when he pulls away.
"Love you too, Ei...so much," he speaks between a yawn. "Wanna marry you one day..." Butterflies flutter in the redhead's chest. He settles down, running his fingers through damp blonde hair as they slip into sleep.
"I'd love to marry you too, Katsuki. Ask me again when you're sober."

Short and sweet one for y'all.