CW: #nsfw, #nsfwbnha, #nsfwmha, #bakubowl, #kiribowl, #kamibowl, #dekubowl, #todobowl, #BakuDeku, eventual BakuDekuTodoKiriKami, polyamory, group masturbation, 420 (drug use), quirkless AU
[Happy 4/20- er, Birthday Bakugo :3]

Bakugo learned at an early age what "holiday" his +

birthday fell on. It had been something childishly giggled about by his idiot friends in middle school. And as if that wasn't irritating enough, growing into adulthood, it had only gotten /worse/.

"Get that gross, smelly shit away from me," he found himself growling on his 21st

to a snickering Kaminari.

"Aw, c'mon, that smell means it's good!" Snatching the blunt away before Kat could break his fingers, he instead playfully nudged him with his elbow. "Only the best for the birthday boy~"

"Like hell I'd ever smoke that," he huffed, glowering.

Kami gave teasing puppy dog eyes and jutted his bottom lip out. "But it's your birthday, Kat... And, it's, like. /The/ day. That's /double/ the excuse to do it."

"Hey man, let's not peer pressure him, okay?" Kiri came up and clapped a hand on Kami's shoulder.

"Ugh, fine... +

... /You/ want a hit?"

"Oh hell yeah."

"Just do that outside please!!" Deku fretted from the kitchen, Shoto working diligently beside him to help put finishing touches on food, due to Kat being begrudgingly grounded from cooking in an effort to have him relax.

Kami's brow creased in confusion. "What, you two aren't coming this time?"

Deku froze, blanching at the feeling of blazing red eyes zeroing in on him from across the room.

"... Hah? 'This time'? The /fuck/?!"

"K-Kacchan, it- it's /really/ not what you think!!"

"But, he thinks we smoked marijuana," Shoto offered matter-of-factly. "And we did." He blinked, confused when that only seemed to make Deku panic more.

"You mean you've smoked that garbage?! /When/?!"

"Which time?"

Deku would punch Sho if it wouldn't feel like hitting a puppy.

Seeing Kat's rage swell, Kiri felt it was time to intercept. "Chill out Bakugo, it's okay. Sure Midoriya's your partner, but he's also an adult who can make his own decisions. And he's safe with it too. We're with him every time, and you trust us to take care of him, right?"

Tension slowly, reluctantly eased in Kat's shoulders as piercing carmine met nervous emerald. "... Tch. Fine. Do whatever Deku. Just stay with these idiots and don't ever come home smelling like the shit. Got it?"

Slowly, cautiously, Deku nodded; surprised it had been that easy.

"You comin' Midoriya, or what?" Kami was already stepping out the sliding glass doors to the balcony off the living room, Kiri and Shoto hot on his tail.

When Deku wrapped up his work and followed, all four were surprised to see Bakugo close behind.

"Uh... Kacchan?"

"... Dude," Kiri began, slowly. "You know, if you stand out here with us, you might smell the smoke a little-"

"Just shut the fuck up and hand me the blunt," he grunted.

"Whoa, really~?" Kami feigned surprise rather poorly, having expected this after outing Deku, and pulled a

lighter from his pocket; handing it, along with the joint over to him almost immediately in his excitement.

Kiri, however, was a bit more genuinely shocked, and it took him a moment to adjust. "Uh... Okay, so... Just be sure not to inhale through your nose, or it'll make you

cough worse. And when you light up, kinda... I dunno, suck?" Without looking away, he kicked the childishly snickering Kami behind him. "Um- do we have water?"

"I'll go get some," Deku said, placing an affectionate hand on Kat's elbow as he slipped passed him to go back inside.

In return, the explosive blond growled. He didn't need any fucking water, or to be treated like a child and have his goddamn hand held. He was a grown man. Barely after Deku had went inside, he was raising the blunt to his lips, lighting up the end and sucking in deep...

... Only to pull back sputtering, disappearing in a thick cloud of smoke.

"/Whoa/, dude-"

"Holy /shit/-!"

Even Sho's eyes widened in sympathetic shock.

"Here!! Here, water!!" Lightening fast, Deku rushed through the sliding door, holding out a glass, which Kat fumbled for

amidst frantic hacking, before gulping the liquid down desperately. It dribbled down his chin and onto his black muscle shirt in his haste.

"Christ, Bakugo, the goal isn't to take down the entire /blunt/ in one go," Kami chided, knowing that he could at least get away with it

now that Kat was more preoccupied fighting for air. He could hardly even glare back at him through his watery eyes.

Kiri rubbed his back. "There you go, man. Breathe." As Kat gradually began to settle, Kiri's eyes flickered over to Deku, who was massaging at his partner's arm.

"... Maybe we'll need to approach this more like we did with Midoriya the first time he smoked," the redhead mused. "We had to shotgun him."

"Shotgun?" Kat rasped, brow creasing. "The fuck is that?"

"Here. Take another drink, then I'll show you."

With muttered curses under his

breath, Kat reluctantly complied, and Kiri took the joint and lighter from him. With practiced hands, he brought it to his lips, and took a long, smooth drag, before passing to Kami who was beside him. Holding his inhale in his puffed-up chest, he then turned to Kat, taking him

delicately by the chin and lifting.

"Wha-"

"Open and inhale," Deku coaxed from his side. "Slowly."

Kiri was close - very, /very/ close - but he didn't allow himself to ponder that, parting his lips to do as instructed. And suddenly, Kiri was sighing out, boyish and audible,

nearly against his lips, and smoke was billowing into his mouth. Squeezing his eyes shut, he did his best to match pace with his intake, and after a while, Kiri was whispering, "Now hold it... Good... Hoooold it..." A slow smile tugged at the sides of his lips as he drew back.

"Now exhale."

Kat obeyed; jaw slack, eyelids half-mast. His heart was thumping in his chest as smoke floated from his lips.

"Me next!" Kami beamed, scurrying over to take Kiri's place in front of the birthday boy.

"Easy," Kiri chided from beside him. "Let him breathe. You good

Bakugo? Think you can handle another?"

"... Tch. What kind of question is that?" Despite the grumpy words, his tone had lost some of its typical bite. "Come here, Sparky."

Kami was nearly bursting from excitement as he pinched the joint between his fingers to raise to his lips.

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Nearing my tweet limit, so I'm cutting off here for now! There's still a tiny bit left to this scene, THEN we move on to the REAL spicy stuff :3 I think I'm gonna write the next bit in my notes app and just copy/paste? Something about writing here throws off my rhythm.

I'll be adding to this again either later tonight or tomorrow, but the plan is to have it all finished by afternoon/evening EST of our boy's b-day

This is my first thread, so I welcome any constructive criticism!! Thank you so much for reading!! ^.^

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There was a clear difference in the ways the four men seemed to approach "shotgunning" Bakugo.

Kirishima had been slow, patient, instructive, but not in a patronizing way. Never patronizing. However, there had been something else simmering under the surface which Kat just couldn't quite place. He blamed it on the way his head was already feeling a little floaty.

Kaminari's approach was almost polar opposite. But it wasn't... terrible, he supposed. Just... forward. The way his fingertips danced playfully across his jaw as he tilted his head, the impish glint in golden eyes as he leaned in closer and breathed against his mouth.

Their lips had accidentally bumped together, but only for a moment, to which Kami apologized with a less than remorseful wink. Kat huffed and waved him away, wondering if it was the weed that was causing him to suddenly feel a bit too warm. Especially around his face and ears.

Another sip of water, then it was Todoroki's turn. He was much more straightforward, gripping his chin firm, and eyes blazing down at him. Kat tried to level him with a hard stare of his own, but it was difficult when his brain suddenly felt like it was turning into cotton.

Then came Deku, who shyly, hesitantly cradled his face, and stroked his thumbs over his cheeks in tandem. Typically he only let his lover touch him like that in private; even in front of close friends PDA was something that he absolutely /despised/.

And yet, he found himself even slightly melting into the touch as, this time, the hit was ever so softly kissed into his mouth. Then Deku pulled away to nuzzle against Kat's jaw as he blew out the smoke from his lungs, causing him to shudder at even that featherlight contact.

It came with a /whoosh/ when his neck suddenly felt much too thin to support his own head on his shoulders.

"Guys, look at him," Kami snickered, leaning heavily against Kiri's shoulder. "He's so fucking stoned."

"M /not/ you fuckin'... Dunceface bastard."

"Zooted," Kami tacked on, bursting into hyena-esque cackles, before he suddenly found himself stumbling as his armrest left to approach the other blond, who looked as though he were about to pounce; stumbling as he squared his shoulders.

"Easy there, tough guy," Kiri soothed, patting his shoulder.

"Kacchan, hey." When dilated red eyes turned his way, Deku's face eased into a smile. "Let's get you inside and put some food in you, okay? Maybe some water?"

Even as his head was lulling back against the glass door, he sneered. "C'n do it alone. Dun need you... r'your fuckin' help. Shiddy Deku." Why did his tongue feel too big for his mouth all of a sudden? And... fuzzy? He smacked his lips.

Kiri chuckled beside him. "Cottonmouth, dude?" Sliding open the door, he tugged gently on Kat's elbow, giving him no room to argue. "C'mon, you need water."

Time seemed to move at a snail's pace as he was dragged inside, one step after another.

Then, all of a sudden, he was on the couch. He couldn't even remember how he'd gotten there; just the faint, lingering tingle of Kiri and Deku's touches all that remained. There was a glass of water now in his hand. When had he picked that up? Had he even drank any of it yet?

"Kacchan, you should finish that glass." Deku rounded the couch with a plate of food, setting it close to his lover on a side table. "You're the one who insisted on having that instead of a plastic cup, and I don't wanna babysit you all night to make sure you don't break it."

He huffed. There was a snide comment on the tip of his tongue, but he found himself overthinking what shape his mouth needed to be in to say the words "shut up". So, instead, he pouted into his glass as he took a few begrudging gulps.

"Thank you," Deku praised warmly, and leaned over to place a kiss into blond spikes.

He'd wished someone would've warned him about the hot flashes that came with smoking weed, because this was getting ridiculous.

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This feels like a good place to leave off for the night. Smut in the next update~

btw, for those of you who may not smoke weed, hot flashes aren't typically a side effect. Poor Bakugo's just blushy around his handsome boys :3

Until tomorrow!!

Thank you so much to my new followers, and those who have shown this thread love!! Unfortunately it was a mistake to set such an ambitious goal to finish this thread on the stoner holiday which I myself participate in So the update will be delayed until tomorrow. Sorry! ;3;