Word Count: No idea, typing this at 2:30 AM from the mobile app haha
Request: Nope!
Warnings: Mild Smut, Angst, TW: Alcohol
Summary: Your a pro hero who’s been working her ass off to be in the top picks. To maintain that, you train at a Hero’s Only Training Ground to hone your Quirk alongside mentor Aizawa who’s bees helping you ever since you graduated high and college, but you’ve become a bit distracted by the most unlikely person to your friends… and of course, you drunk text him.
A/N: Heyo! I haven’t written a fic in a LONG time, so bear with me, please. I got this idea from a tiktok on Instagram based off of a line in Melanie Harlow’s book “Make Me Yours”. I haven’t proofread this yet, I’ll do that in the morning, and I think I may make a part two!
Being a pro hero was hard as it is, but you knew that Training Day was only getting harder and harder.
Not because you were struggling with your quirk, no not at all. In fact, Aizawa has made it clear that you were hitting a plateau and needed to consider making your training sessions a bit more challenging to try and push yourself out of the spot you were in. And even though you agreed with him, and understood what needed to be done, you also knew that meant you’d have to rotate from your training area which… would break your line of sight of him.
At first, you only noticed him when he became loud and obnoxious. Really leaning into the explosive behavior like he even needed to reassure anyone of who he was or what his hero name stood for. The area he was working on was a bit ahead of yours and to the side. You had a clear view of him, but he’d have to be turning around to even see you, which made this spot all the more irreplaceable. Your eyes could drift and wander to places they shouldn’t be and… no one was the wiser. You had memorized your training routine perfectly, throwing one punch after the other at the punching bag without even having to watch to see if they connected properly. This way, your eyes could be watching his training instead.
You admired how he put his all into every session he committed to. He didn’t work his way towards stronger hits over time or slowly try to progress through new maneuvers and feats, he just.. went for it. Bursting forward with all the momentum he could muster, his voice deep and full of determination as he shouted out his anguish while ascending on his target. Blow after blow causing explosive reactions that sent the sweet smell of caramel wafting throughout the training ground with hazes of black smoke in its wake. You hated how distracting that smell was at first but you’ve come to love it now. Yearn for it. The smell hits all strong you could almost taste it, and at its most palpable, it sent your head swirling with thinking of all the ways you wanted to get closer to him.
How much longer were you going to be able to keep this training rouse up until Aizawa intervened? How much more of just watching him work could you even take? More importantly, how much longer could you stop your lewd thoughts from intruding on your training sessions? With each punch you connected to that bag, your head started to overlay that heavy, thudding sound over visions of a headboard pounding up against the wall over and over. The chain’s rattled became the accompanying squeak of the mattress spring, and your rough pants and heavy breaths were slowly becoming his making. He’d be on top of you, one hand gripping your thigh against his chest while the other held onto your hip. He’d be slamming into your wet folds with a meticulous thrust that had your toes curling and your eyes glued to his. He’d warn you not to look away. If you looked away, he’d stop. He’d slow down to an achingly slow pace and you needed all that he could give you in that moment. Your eyes would be locked onto his, your breath rising higher and higher the closer you became and he’d… he’d…
You’ve had to catch yourself a few times before like this from dazing out completely during a workout at the thought of it. Each time your thighs would tremble, you’d clear tour throat, and focus back up, but you knew this had to come to a head at some point. This couldn’t stay in your head for much longer… and with the cow you made to yourself after you got out of bed, you knew that today: even was enough.
With all the strength you had left you channeled your quirk and slowed down the time and space around you to land your new max of three hits per second. You released your hold at just the right time that the impact of all three hits sent that bag flying down the course, slamming into a brick wall at the end. You got a few head turns your way with a few of your classmates cheering you on and pumping you up as you took the moment to catch your breath. You hadn’t realized it, but you were drenched in sweat. Your tank top was wet all over you back, neckline stuck to your skin, and your leggings didn’t even feel like you are wearing any at this point. And all the while, as you softly laughed at your friends and colleagues for their kind remarks and accolades, you only briefly were able to catch that piercing red glance from him.
You swear you almost wanted to activa te your quirk again just to last in that gaze just a little while longer. His back soaked with sweat, his hair dripping down his neck and forehead, just to see that eye staring at you from over his shoulder. The contact lasted for less than you ever wanted it to, but just as quickly as he looked at you, he was focused back on his targets even quicker.
You left the training grounds knowing what needed to be done tonight. And your friends were quick to help you prepare…
“Wait, wait wait…” Mina took another long drink of her wine, “Bakugou?! That’s the one you want??”
Momo and Tsuyu burst out laughing at her. “Mina, I swear we told you this before!” Momo giggled, “Y/N’s had her eye on him for a while~”
“I mean I get it, but… THAT HOT HEAD?! I thought we were talking about someone like Shouto or something!”
“Haha, no, sorry, Mina, I just… can’t explain it.” You started to mess with your hair before your eyes started to get lost in the cup before you, “Sure, we don’t really talk other than about things like form or job postings, but there’s just something about him that makes me want to know him… more.”
“Well then I think texting him is a great idea!” Said a slight inebriated Momo, “Maybe you two can start up a chat and find some common ground that way”
“Or just tell him how you feel, that might for well!” Tsuyu added, “But knowing Bakugou, either approach might time some time to truly benefit you”
Slamming down her bottle, Mina burst out with “Well either way, that’s what the liquid courage is for! So drink up, lady!” Causing the girls to giggle and toast as you all started to toss it back with conversations about what each other were going through with jobs at the moment.
Hours later though, you were now the only one up at your place. Momo had passed out on the couch, toppled by Mina, with Tsuyu conked out on the floor. Now at peek drunkness, you knew this was your shot. This was your chance to start up the conversation with Bakugou, telling him that you wanted to hang out sometime and get to know each other better. So just before passing out yourself, you crafted your text, and hit send. Quickly you launched your phone away from you, and slept until morning.
With the sun as your alarm clock, you woke up sometime in the afternoon to an empty home. Momo, Mina, and Tsuyu had headed up earlier in the morning and left you a note saying “Sorry we passed out before we helped with the text! We’re still here to help! xoxo” You smiled as you put it down, thinking back to how the night ended until you froze. The memory of drafting a text came flooding into your head and you quickly went searching for your phone. It took you about 10 minutes until you found it and then when you did… you wished you hadn’t. What you sent wasn’t anything like what you intended, and what was worse of all, was that they all went left on read.
To: Bakugou Katsuki
From: Y/N Y/L/N
- Bakugou, I can’t take it anymore….. im so tired of jsut watching you work& get all sweaty&& messy!It’s fucking time we handled this!…
- Yu knw what I’m talkng about, too. I saw you look @ me 2day…
- You wanna fuck me JUST as bad as I wanna fuk you, hmm? You want this pussy, don’t you, baby
- I know you do, and I relly wanna give it 2 yu
- You smell so sweet, bby. Like candy. I’ll treat your dick like a lollipopp … I’ll lick it from bse to tip. Your balls can be lke cherries, hmm?
- I’ll put them in my mouth an
“Ohhh nononononononono” you muttered as you read through all that you had sent. You thought this can’t be serious, you can’t EVER show your face now. You hurriedly took screenshots and sent them to the girls who had about the reactions you were expecting, if you’re honest with yourself. Mins thought it was all hilarious. Tsuyu was trying to explain the likelihood that Bakugou would have actually cared, and Momo tried to give you additional silver linings and things you can try to do to mitigate the damage.
Momo: Send him a “Sorry about that, please disregard these” text!
Mina: Noooo, nonono, tell him “oops, wrong person”
Tsuyu: Mina, the first text has the man’s name in it. Y/N, how bout you just tell him you were drunk and you didn’t mean it?
Their advice rummaged around your head all day. Working some of your jobs today took your mind from it all, but it only took a billboard or a poster to hVe it all flooding back to you. You checked your phone a few times throughout the day to see if thee was any response and to just… contemplate who’s advice you should even take. Momo had a good point, Mina… Nevermind, and Tsuyu had a good idea, too. But even when you pulled the chat up and readied your fingers to start to compose something, anything, you froze and just… put the phone away.
It went like this all day until you finally closed out for the day. Going to the training grounds with the other heroes was a no go, today, and maybe.. ever. Could you really show your face there again? Have Bakugou glaring at you while you do your sets? What a nightmare to even consider. So, you sent off a text to Aizawa telling him you wouldn’t be there today, and headed home to unwind and just rest from the insane 48 hours you’ve had.
It wasn’t until later that night that you had finally cemented on what you were going to say.
Momo’s suggestion just felt like it would work out best, so after only a few glasses of wine after a warm, cleansing shower, you pulled up the text to compose and…
Bakugou is typing…
“Nooooo nonononono!” You stared with wide eyes at your phone. You waited too long! You were convinced he was going to call you a freak. A weirdo. Say you were “down bad” and just another extra in the background of his life. You were pacing your room, panicked at what terrible comment he was about to make when you finally heard that notification ping on your phone.
To: Y/N Y/L/N
From: Bakugou Katsuki
- Don’t end the scenario now. Tell me, Y/N.
- What happens next?
- I didn’t think you had noticed me staring at you while you worked. Your form, the way your clothes stuck to your body after a long, hard session…
- I know you probably sent this while being drunk or something, but I’m hoping this is truly how you feel, because if so
A/N:There is only one person in the world that I would spend hours researching pegging for, just to write them a birthday fic… @lady-bakuhoe i love you so much, bbyg and I hope this makes you feel some type of way.
Request:djdjdj i love your blog anyways~ i was wondering if you could write denki, shiggy and bakuhoes S/O having horny dreams and their reactions and what they would do.
Warnings:smut, consensual somnophilia, degradation and fem! reader
he was careful not to wake you up while he slowly shoved his aching length inside you, both of you simultaneously moaning as he bottomed out.
his movements were slow, enjoying the feeling of his cock being engulfed by your tight, wet heat. you were getting impatient, unconsciously grinding against him making him lose all sense of control as he started mercilessly pounding into your hole.
you were suddenly awakened from your deep slumber and was pleasantly surprised to find yourself impaled on your boyfriend’s cock. “k-katsu-ah!”
he wrapped his hands around your throat, pulling you even closer. “you’re so wet, you little slut. were you imagining daddy’s fat cock inside of you? huh, is this what you wanted? moaning my name in your sleep like a dirty girl.”
“yes,” you moaned out. he choked you even harder, trying to emphasize his words. “yes who? tell me right now or you’re not gonna get to cum.” he harshly slaps your ass and slows down his thrusts.
“y-yes daddy, it’s what i wanted. i’m your little cockslut, please let me cum!” you announced. smirking at your response, he harshly bit your shoulder and continued fucking your insides “good girl, now cum! cum on my cock, princess.”
denki kaminari.
‣ does not have any problems helping you out
‣ he’s horny 24/7
‣ you two were watching a movie and you fell asleep halfway through it
‣ he was hella into the movie until he heard you moan out his name, mans switched up real quick
as soon as he heard you brokenly moan out his name he pounced on you, lifting up you shirt which gave him an amazing view of your perky tits.
he took one of your nipples in his mouth, gently sucking and nipping at them while one his hands slowly wandered into your underwear. he slowly slid a finger inside you and rubbed gentle circles on your clit.
“a-ah! kami~” he was rock hard in his pants but chose to focus his attention on you. he teased your walls, repeatedly rubbing his fingers against your sweet spot. he could feel your insides clamping down on his fingers
“ngh, kami- m’close.” you gasped out his name, your body quivering as you reached your peak and came. he quickly took his fingers out, placing them in his mouth and licking them clean.
he was about to get up and relieve himself in the washroom when he felt someone grab his wrist. you swiftly took your clothes off and pushed your panties to the side, exposing yourself to him once again.
“come on, baby. finish what you started,” you spoke as you sunk down on his cock.
tonight’s gonna be a long night
tomura shigaraki.
‣ was probably up late gaming
‣ you fell asleep right beside him
‣ he noticed you letting out whimpers and slowly grinding against your pillow
‣ of course. he’ll help you out, it’s shiggy when would he ever say no to dicking you down
shigaraki was playing a game and currently engaged in an intense battle. he had one side of his headphones off of his ears so that be could still hear you although you were passed out a long time ago.
he noticed that you started shifting and shuffling a lot which was distracting him from his game. “player two, stop moving so much.” still you continued. he was starting to get annoyed by your constant jerks.
he took of his headphones completely and turned to you with a frustrated look when he noticed what you were doing. you had one of your pillows between your legs and you were mindlessly humping away at it, trying to get yourself off. he licked his lips and made his way over to you.
you barely wore anything to bed and you looked so inviting, wearing one of his shirts. it was like you were asking to be touched and who was he to argue? he nudged your thighs open and put his aching cock in between them. he humped at your clothes pussy, feeling your arousal seeping through your underwear but it wasn’t enough.
he took your underwear off giving it a good lick. “mmm~ you always taste so sweet, babe” he said as he rubbed his member along your entrance, grazing your clit which made you let out a cute whimper. he gently lined it up with your hole and plunged deep inside you. “fuck yeah, ngh- your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock.”
he pounded into you, the bed lightly shaking with the power of his thrusts. feeling himself about to reach his orgasm, he quickly rubbed your swollen clit making you clamp down on him. the feeling of your pussy convulsing on his cock was too much for him and with a grunt he came, filling you up with his warm seed. “take it all, you naughty little thing.”
he slid your panties back on making sure none of his cum seeped out. “you’re gonna keep all of my cum inside you like a good girl.” he gave you a quick peck and drifted off into sleep, he couldn’t wait till you woke up and found his little surprise~
: What are you supposed to do when you’re dead friend is suddenly standing before you? : cursing, someone getting hit, mention of murder? : 2008 /: not my best work but o well….yeah also there’ll probably be part 2 to this
This wasn’t how Bakugou wanted his Friday night to turn out. He was supposed to come how to a quiet place. Silence and tranquillity enveloping him as he let himself fall onto the plush cushions of his couch. Maybe there would be a warm meal waiting for him if he was lucky. He could finally let his worn-out muscles take a break from the constant stress they’re under.
Something must have gone wrong somewhere. Or else he wouldn’t be here, standing before a mocking bunny mask. Floppy fabric ears and blood-stained cheeks staring back at him. The sewn-on grin seems to scream ‘punch me’.
“What thefuck are you doing here?” he snarls. He grits his teeth while trying to keep his explosions at bay.
The bunny simply tilts their head as they stay silent. Their long limbs seem to move spiderlike as their body turns. Bakugou’s eyes following their movement.
No. Shit. Fuck. The bunny tilts his head towards the other side as they snag a photo frame from the coffee table. Pointy fingers glide over the glass, lingering on a specific person in the picture.
Bile starts to rise in Bakugou’s throat. Its acidic bitterness only seems to light the fire to his aggression even more.
“Who the fuck are you?”. It’s useless, he knows. Like hell, a villain like ’The Bunny’ will just give up their identity. The silence is killing Bakugou. His nerves on edge and his muscles rippling as he struggles to constrain himself.
He lifts his hands, an explosion already blooming out of his palm. He is ready to blast whoever this might be into bits.
“That’s no way to treat your friends,” a distorted voice says. Great, so this bastard can speak. Bakugou opens his mouth, about to yell their ears of but a simple word shuts him up.
“Kacchan.”. His hand drops to his side his mouth hangs agape. He had dreamed of this moment. Fantasised about the moment he could apologize and hug his friend. He had planned out exactly what he would say. What he’d do, how he’d act. But this wasn’t in the plan.
The bunny’s pointy fingers come up to its face before ripping the mask off. A mop of green hair springs out from underneath. “Cat caught your tongue?” he asks mockingly before running those same fingers through his hair.
“How..”. Bakugou’s throat fails on him. His voice stops working. Is he crying? He wants to tell himself he’s not but he’s honestly not sure anymore. Knees buckling underneath him yet he still manages to keep himself standing up.
“How am I still alive?” Izuku finishes for him. He casts the mask aside, throwing it on the floor before letting his body fall onto the couch, the same couch Bakugou planned to rest on. He lazily drapes his arms over the top of it.
The casualness of his movements mocks Bakugou. As if he isn’t Japan’s most wanted criminal sitting on Japan’s number one hero’s couch.
“Everyone always asks that, you know?” he says he glances down at the picture frames he’s still holding. “It’s getting old.”. He lazily runs his finger over the glass.
“You died. I buried you. Inko fucking mourned you, she still does,” Bakugou says. His voice wavers and he hates himself for it. He’s showing weakness.
“You’d be surprised how easy it is to fake a death,” Izuku says.
Bakugou’s red eyes bore into his green ones. A silence hangs between them. It feels almost surreal to Bakugou. His mind hasn’t caught up to the fact that his friend, or rather ex-friend, is sitting before him and isn’t six feet underground.
While Bakugou’s movements are ragged and forced, Izuku almost seems comical. His body has seemed to adapt to his villainous life. A theatrical elegance laced into his movements.
“I don’t see you as a friend anymore,” he breaks out. Izuku’s eyes grow for a second and so does his smile. He straightens his back as he silently urges Bakugou on to speak.
“I buried my friend,” he says. “You’re not him. You might think you’re him but you’re not. He isn’t this pathetic.” He grits his teeth before lifting his hands again, getting ready to swing at him. Izuku quickly jumps up from the couch.
His eyes glint in mischief as he takes in the sight before him. “Oh, looks like you still haven’t dealt with your anger, Kacchan.”.
The nickname sets him off. He storms towards the green-haired man, fists raised and palms crackling from explosions. That is until he hears a familiar sound.
Both of them look towards the front door. Bakugou’s face slacks with shock while Izuku’s lights up with excitement. This isn’t supposed to happen. Why is this happening?
Izuku quickly moves the kick his mask underneath the couch before he places the picture frame back. Bakugou eyes linger on the picture for a second. It’s one of the three of you. Bakugou squished in between you and Izuku, his fingers raised behind both of your head to give you bunny ears. Oh, if he could just turn back time.
“'Suki?” you call out. Bakugou fears for his life, or rather, yours. Who knows what the crazed psychopath standing before him will do. “I thought I’d swing by and-”.
Your words stop as you walk into the living room. The bags in your hands drop. Soup spills out of the containers you so meticulous packed. Bright orange curry stains the spotless carpet beneath it. The hot liquid splashes up against your leg, most likely burning your skin though you don’t care.
You try to speak, mouthing opening and closing like a fish. This must be a dream, one of those horrible nightmares Kirishima often gets. That is until a familiar wobbly voice reaches your ears.
“Hi,bunny,” Izuku says. Within a second, he has closed the space between you. Your arms wrap around him instinctively. It’s an awkward hold. You used to be able to rest your chin on his head. Now, his muscled body towers over yours.
“Y-You’re…You’redead,” you whisper against his chest while nuzzling your cheek into him. His body heat seems to bring you a type of peace you haven’t known of in years.
“I know, I know,” he says while running his hands over your back. Sobs break out of your chest as your emotions seem to flow over. Salty rivers running past your burning cheeks and dripping into Izuku’s musky hoodie.
Your body shakes as you grab onto Izuku, painfully so. You’re sure you’re going to leave bruises on his sickly pale skin yet you can’t bring yourself to care. The aching in your chest that you’ve suppressed for years finally seems to boil over.
Hot and heavy emotions spill into your mind. You aren’t sure if the salty taste in your mouth is from biting your lip until blood gushes out of it or the tears streaming down uncontrollably. You’re sure that you look like a mess. Tears and snot dripping down your chin.
Instead of trying to see through your tear-blurred vision, you burry your face further into your friend’s chest.
He’s dead or at least supposed to be. You buried him, cried at his funeral and went through grief for him.
Yet here he is, in the flesh. His voice still sounds the same. He still smells the same. But he is not the same boy you knew years ago. His smile isn’t the same. And his scarred hands sure aren’t the same. Everything about him is the same, yet slightly different, giving you a mental whiplash.
“You have some fucking explaining to do,” Bakugou says. His voice breaks you out of your trance. You pull away from Izuku, your body immediately screaming in protest. You look up at him. It feels strange, you used to be at least a head taller than him
“How the fuck are you still alive?”. Bakugou doesn’t have time for nicknames or formality. Not when he knows that the man standing before him has the blood of at least a hundred on his hands.
Izuku steps away from you, unwinding his arms from your body. Bakugou quickly strides over and pulls you away from the offending man. He pushes you behind him while one hand still grips onto your arm. You want to ask him what the fuck he’s doing but Izuku starts talking before you can.
“It’s a long story,” he says. “Can’t tell you everything but, long story short, I had to fake my death. Some guys were after me but it’s all fixed now!”. The vagueness mixed with his eerie smile only makes him look more like a psychopath.
“All fixed? All-fucking-fixed?”. Boiling anger rising to Bakugou’s head, clouding his thinking. He taking quick steps up to his ex-friend. Izuku doesn’t even flinch when Bakugou grabs onto his neck tightly. “You left. Fucking made us think you’re dead and you think you can just come in and say that everything is fixed?”.
Spit flies out of his mouth and lands on Izuku’s cheek, a shiver of disgust running over his spine at the feeling. Yet the green-haired man can’t stop the excitement from bubbling up at seeing his friend so rilled up.
“Bakugou, Jesus fuck, calm down,” you say. This situation should probably feel more serious than it is. Yet the shock still evident in your body and the adrenaline clouding your mind makes you unable to properly process it all.
“Like hell, I’ll calm down!”. Bakugou finally lets go of Izuku’s throat. A set of cough falls out of the green-haired man’s throat. He smirks as he glances down at the aggressive blond.
“Come on, Kacchan, we shouldn’t do this in front of our little bunny,” Izuku says with a smirk. The gears finally seem to click in his mind. Suddenly, the bunny mask, the name, the costume, it all makes sense.
“You sick fuck!” Bakugou yells before landing a hit square on Izuku’s jaw. He stumbles back a bit, taken aback at Bakugou’s sudden outburst. The blond takes the opportunity to land another punch right on his nose.
A wet crunch sounds through the room. You cringe as you feel bile rise in your throat from the sound. “Izuku!” you yell out as you try to get to your friend or ex-friend, you’re not sure.
Bakugou stops you thought, his arms wrapping around your body and spinning you away from the green-haired freak. You pound your hand on his arms pleading with him to let you go but your ministrations do nothing to the number one hero.
Izuku laughs as he wipes away the blood dripping from his nose, tainting the grimy grey of his hoodie with it. “You’re gonna regret that, Kacchan,” he says. Bakugou doesn’t even give him the light of day as he makes his way out of his apartment with light speed
Your throat grows dry and painful as you plead Bakugou to let you. To let you go to him. “It’s okay, he’s gone,” Bakugou says.
You shake your head violently as you claw at his back, trying to get his arms to loosen their hold. “I need to see him. I gotta-I gotta see him. Suki,please!”. The hoarseness of your voice shoots painful stabs into Bakugou’s heart.
But he doesn’t let his mind linger too long, running down the stairs two steps at a time. All he can focus on is getting you away from that creep before he can touch you again.
“Please, I can’t leave him again,” you sob out. Bakugou simply lays on hand on the back of your head, pulling you even closer to him. Thankfully he doesn’t see Izuku following behind him.
“Please, not again,” you say before your voice bursts out in sobs again. Fuck, how much Bakugou wants to blast that fuckers skull in. He’s sure his friends at the police force wouldn’t mind turning a blind eye for him. But that’ll have to wait until later. Now he needs to focus on keeping you safe, safe from him.
