⏝ ͝ 𑄹 𝅄ㅤ ⠀ HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HUH.ᐣ⠀ ⠀ ⠀── ૂ♥︎ુ ࣪
[part 1] in which you pull a rather rewarding prank on your boyfriend's birthday HAPPY BIRTHDAY BACHIRA MY BABYWABY !!!
it had been a little over three months since you'd planned this.
you'd randomly been thinking of what you'd get your boyfriend, bachira, for his birthday. especially after seeing how he showered, no, drowned, you with affection and presents of all sorts on yours, and even planned a whole vacation overseas, just to celebrate you.
you'd seriously been pondering it one random saturday night as you scrolled aimlessly on your phone with meguru basically gnawing on your jaw, arms wrapped around you firmly. "megs?" you began, putting your phone down and reaching for his face to tilt it away from your neck.
"whatttttt...." he whined, but a grin quickly crept up his lips as your eyes met. you hesitated for just a second, before continuing swiftly. "um, y'know, hypothetically, if i were to get you something, anything, what'd you like it to be? like, the most?"
"pffffftttt." he crossed his arms over his chest, "babybee, i already got what i need. right here!" he gestured toward you eagerly before resting his head on your tits.
"bachi, i know, but like!!!!! y'know, just answer. pleaaaaase!!!" bachira scrunched his face in faked concentration. "seriously, babe. nothing. i already have it all."
days passed by, just like that, leaving you disheartened and just as clueless. you wanted it to be extra special, make him feel loved, just as much as you had, courtesy of his amazing ability of knowing just what to surprise you with each year. you envied it, a lot.
2 months later, you were scrolling on tiktok again, bachira napping with his head in your lap after a tiring match.
"when it's my birthday and i see cake on the table instead of my girlfriend covered in icing and sprinkles"
huhhh. interesting, but not the type of video that would appear on your for you page.
a smile flickered across your face.
[ the day before bachira's birthday ] "whatcha doin' babybeeeeee?" bachira's voice rang from the entrance as you were busied in the kitchen preparing vanilla icing. simple, but it fit the description of an average birthday cake icing.
"huhhhh?? what's this?" still sweaty in his jersey after practice, he rushed over to you, almost tripping over the cord of the microwave before wrapping his hands across your waist from the back, his chin resting on your shoulder and breath heavy over the shell of your ear. he stayed quiet for a few moments, as if he was savouring your presence, because he knew full well you'd order him to the shower in just a second.
with one final stir of the icing, you turned off the stove, covering the abnormally large pot with a lid, and turning around to finally greet bachira. "hi, sweetie," you whispered, looping your arms around his neck and allowing him to slowly spin the two of you around the space before letting him pepper your skin with soft kisses.
"okay, okay, that's enough!" you manage after ten or so sloppy kisses, gently pushing his face away. "straight to the shower, okay? and tell me all about your day after," earning a groan from bachira.
he obliged. feeling a tiny bit sour though, cause you hadn't brought up the fact that it was his birthday tomorrow at all.
you'd purposely ignored the alarm in the morning. purposely ignored the way bachira nudged your side in a hopeful attempt to wake you up. you could tell it was taking all the patience inside your boyfriend, even more than that, to resist climbing on top of you and attacking you for not waking up to wish him a happy birthday.
you felt the ghost of a frown from his lips when he kissed you goodbye, believing you were deep asleep with no clue that it was his birthday.
when the time to put your plan into action actually came, under an hour before bachira would return home from practice, you felt insane. batshit crazy. how were you gonna pull this off?? you bit your lip and sighed, knowing it was too late to change your mind. there simply wasn't enough time left.
firstly though, you changed your pretty floral sheets to ones you wouldn't mind getting a bit. messed up. then you gathered a jar of sprinkles you'd picked up from the grocery store earlier, along with the homemade icing you'd prepared last night.
yep. and now you were laid in the center of your bed, covered with nothing but sprinkles and icing, lights turned off. still not believing that you'd actually pulled this off. hey, the icing smelt delicious though.
you heard the front door swing upon and a jangle of keys as bachira hung them on one of the hooks, calling out, "[name]?"
oh, you felt guilty for sure. poor baby would've been sulking all day at practice, with zero texts or calls or birthday wishes from you. you quietly waited, listening attentively to his rushed, almost worried footsteps as he checked the kitchen, living room, and bathroom for a sign of you, all to no avail.
your breath hitched in your throat as the bedroom door peeked open. "[name]?" he whispered. it was so fucking sweet, you thought you were gonna have a heart attack right then and there.
until the light flickered on. and you could've sworn you heard the gasp catch in bachira's throat.
✮⋆ LMFAOO UHM yes it's summer so i don't keep up w the dates and yes i did forget it was my bb bachi's bday so this is kinda late!!!!! which is why i wanted to do it in 2 parts so at least one could be out on the day of his bday !!!! lmk if anyb wants a pt2 but ngl im gonna write it regardless (smut... heh....)
