Drunk Bakugo

Before I even have a chance to set my stuff down Bakugo is in the kitchen throwing back another beer, he didn't even take his shoes off, from the looks of it he usually does. When I walk into the kitchen he holds a beer out to me. "Here it is, I promised you a drink." I grab the beer setting it down on a stool next to me. "Bakugo, you forgot to take your shoes off." He looks down and giggles walking back to the front door removing his shoes replacing them with slippers and grabs a pair of disposable slippers bringing them over to me. "Floor gets cold." I thank him as I grab them, then sit on the couch and put them on. "Where's your beer?" Great he remembered, of course he did. "I don't like beer." He scowls at me going back into the kitchen, "You coming or not?" I follow him back into the kitchen, the beer I sat aside now sitting next to his, Bakugo turns and pushes a glass of white wine at me. "It's sweet. You'll like it. Drink with me L/N." I look at the clock on the stove. "Bakugo it's only just past noon." He nods "And it's a drinking day, we'll stay here and drink all day. Later we can hit a bar if you want." I sigh and take the wine making sure to sip it slow, it's going to be a long ass day keeping drunk Bakugo happy so he doesn't go anywhere and make a scene. "You hungry?" I ask him, he seems to need a good minute to think it over. "Yes, Pizza sounds awesome." Pizza of course, even in Japan Pizza is drunk people food. "Ok, how do you like your pizza?" He steps abnormally close to me then pulls his phone out of my pocket unlocking it handing it to me, "my usual is in there, get whatever the hell you want." Looks like he hasn't ordered a pizza in three months and I wonder if he was drunk then too, all meat with extra jalapenos. I order a turkey sub and salad then cash app him for my food and the tip.

I watch Bakugo as he lays on the couch one leg over the back the other on the floor and throws paper balls in the air before exploding them. I'm not so sure he should be exploding things while drunk, but at the same time it's keeping his hands too busy for another beer and he's got scary accuracy even being completely plastered. Not to mention it's better than arguing with him again about not wanting to drink or pulling him back inside off the balcony where he likes to yell "DynaMight is a fucking loser" to literally any passerby, even the birds and a stray cat he spotted. "You probably regret coming here to work with me now don't you?" He catches me off guard, he hasn't actually addressed me directly about all the things he's feeling and I decided not to bring it up unless he did or when he was way more sober. "What and miss this entertaining fire show?" He laughs and looks over at me. "You must be bored." I shake my head "No, I think your quirk is beautiful to watch in action." He pulls himself up to sit "I don't feel so good." He hops up running towards the bathroom and I can hear him emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet. I look through his cabinets for some pain meds and his tea set up. I surprisingly find K cups the box labeled 'Stop drinking dumbass.' A search of lower cabinets brings up a K cup machine and I put on a cup of coffee for him before taking him three Aspirin and a glass of water. I find him practically hugging the toilet, forehead resting on the seat. "Hey, take this." He jumps and looks at me like I'm a ghost "You're here then, like I wasn't talking to myself?" Is that a thing drunk Bakugo does? "I've been here the whole time. Found your hangover coffee, how do you take it?" He swallows the Aspirin and hands me back the glass of water. "Black. It's disgusting, but it helps." "Ok, when you're up to it come on out and I'll have the coffee ready for you."

I look at the time and realize it's getting late and I should get going. Bakugo is still pretty trashed, but he's out of beer and on his second cup of coffee so I figure he should be ok for the night. "Hey, you look tired. You should probably get to bed." He looks at his phone "Yeah it is way past my bedtime." Wow drunk Bakugo is full of jokes, it's late, but 9 is not past a 25 year old man's bedtime. "Ok, come on big guy." I help him up and walk towards his room, he stops at the bathroom going in and using it coming back out hands still wet from washing them. I help him to get in his room taking his phone from him. "Do you need to set an alarm before I plug it up?" He shakes his head and I find the cord plugging it up then immediately looking back at where the phone is charging after realizing he's changing behind me. I spot a collection of teddy bears on what looks like a book shelf, heart-warming at his soft side. When I hear him lay down on the bed I turn to get up and leave. "Ok well do you want me to grab you anything before I go?" his face breaks and I feel my heart race. "Don't go, please don't go. Don't leave me alone." I move close to wipe the tears from his face and he pulls me into him holding onto me like his life depends on it, his hot tears hitting my face and neck. "Please stay, I don't want to be alone anymore." My heart breaks and I wrap my arms back around him and pet his hair with my top hand "Ok, I won't go. It's ok. I'm right here Bakugo I promise not to leave." He sobs into me for some time before he eventually falls asleep, I move to use the bathroom and take an extra blanket from the hall laying on the couch to go to sleep, hiding my bra in the couch cushions.

The next morning I wake up with the smell of Bakugo in my nose, when I lift my arms about my head I feel two strong arms wrap around me from behind. When the hell did he come out here and sleep with me on the couch? He can't be comfortable crammed into there like that. "Bakugo?" The only response a soft snore. Did he really feel so lonely last night he came out here to sleep with me? I slowly turn to face him, he's definitely asleep. Even in his sleep he's breathtaking to look at. I keep trying to think of anything other than how amazing it feels to be in his arms, or how warm he is, or how good he smells, or that I'm mostly certain he didn't go to sleep with anything in his pockets but I still feel something incredibly hard pressing into my inner thigh dangerously close to a place it doesn't belong at all. And I for sure don't let myself think about how much I'd like it to be there anyway. "Why are you breathing so heavy?" His question startles me, with his eyes still closed I didn't realize he was awake. "I erm uh, no real reason." A sexy smirk runs across his face I've never seen before. "You're not a very good liar Y/N. Do you think you could stop moving your hips though, gonna have a mess on our hands if you don't." I throw my hands in my face mortified, I didn't realize I was doing it, but he's right I've been grinding into him this whole time, that's definitely his dick and it's between my thighs now pressing against my dripping wet pussy. "I'm soooooo sorrrrry Bakugoooo." He just chuckles at me. "Don't take hints well either Y/N. I'd say this makes us familiar enough you could call me Katsuki, don't you agree?" I fall off the couch when he lifts his arm in the air to stretch and run to hide in the bathroom. After I don't know how long I hear a knock "I'm sorry L/N. I shouldn't have teased, it's my fault, I should have stayed in my bed. Please come out, we have work to do."