::What Princess Wants, Princess Gets::

A pro hero #Bakumomo thread

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Pro heroes Ground Zero and Creati have to work together to take down a trafficking ring. They find a unique way to celebrate.

Six years after graduation, pros Ground Zero and Creati were working for different agencies that came together to work on a child trafficking case. Local police had discovered children were being kidnapped and sold for their quirks.

The two worked closely, tracking the villains and planning how to execute the raid.

Bakugo had forgotten how brilliant Momo was in school. Her deductive mind seeing small faults in his plan that he had missed irked him but if he was being honest, he was also impressed.

The night of the raid came with the two heroes leading the operation. Momo was nervous; this was the biggest case she had ever worked on. Although she had taken down her fair share of villains, she didn’t have the combat experience Bakugo had and they knew there would be a fight.

The raid went as expected. A lot of fighting and Ground Zero beating villains into the dirt while the kids were rescued. Momo handled a few of the bad guys herself, even taking one down with a move she had seen Bakugo do in school.

After the fight, Bakugo walked up to Momo to discuss some final details.

He could see the excitement and adrenaline pumping through her.

“Good job, Ponytail.” Bakugo patted her shoulder. “Even if your ass stole my move.”

Momo looked at him with wide grey eyes. “Did you just... compliment me?”

Bakugo shrugged and began to walk away, but Momo was on a unique kind of high. She was feeling bold and adventurous. She grabbed his shoulder, stopping her classmate and jumped in front of him.

“Let’s go get a drink!”

“The princess drinks?” Bakugo cocked a brow at her.

“I... do... sometimes.” Momo blushed.

“Where to then?” Bakugo eyed suspiciously.

Momo began rambling about their location and where they could meet that would be exactly in the middle for the both of them.

“Or we can go to the little shit bar up the street.” Bakugo interrupted her thoughts.

She beamed with excitement. “Oh! Even more exciting! A dive bar!”

They made their way to the bar after wrapping up their reports, not even bothering to change out of their hero gear.

“Isn’t this so risky?” Momo squealed excitedly.

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “How often do you get out, Ponytail?”

The dimly lit bar came to a grinding halt as the heroes strode in; Creati trailing nervously behind the always arrogant Ground Zero.

Bakugo strode up to the bar. “Double shot of whatever the fuck that whiskey is on the top shelf.” He looked at Momo, waiting for her to order.

“Oh... um. I’ll take a sherry, please and thank you.” Momo smiled brightly at the captivated bartender.

Bakugo chuckled to himself, folding his arms over the bar.

“What?” Momo gently smacked his arm. “Are you laughing at me?”

“Calm down there, Tiger.” Bakugo sneered, “You’re partying entirely too fucking hard.”

Bakugo heard footsteps coming towards them. He turned putting his back to bar and leaned back on his elbows. It was a drunken idiot walking up to Momo. He was surprised it had taken so long.

“Creati?” The hammered guy slurred.

“Oh, hello.” Momo greeted politely.

“Fuck, you’re even hotter in person.” He leaned against the bar getting closer to Momo.

“Oh.” Momo scooted closer to Bakugo to get the man out of her face. “Please step back.”

“I just want to buy you a drink.” He smiled, trying to close the gap again. He glanced over his shoulder and waved to his friends. “You should come chill with us instead.”

Momo had completely backed into Bakugo, standing against his side.

Before she could open her mouth to tell the drunk to go away, Bakugo took over.

“Back the fuck up before I blow your asshole through your brain, idiot.” Bakugo rumbled in a low voice. He put one hand on the man’s chest and pushed him back.

The guy threw his hands in the air and took a shaky step back. “My bad, bro! I didn’t realize Creati was fucking Ground Zero.”

Momo gasped. “I am not... fu- I am NOT doing what you said to anybody!” She snapped. “Get out of here, drunkard.”

Bakugo did his best to keep a straight face while glaring at the man from behind her. The guy stumbled away cussing under his breath that he could beat Ground Zero if he wasn’t so fucked up. Bakugo smirked, turning back to bar and shot his whiskey.

He tapped his glass signaling for another before Momo could take the first sip of her sherry.

“You’re ferocious,” Bakugo teased. “Fucking terrifying.”

“He left, didn’t he?” Momo playfully bumped him with her shoulder, lingering against him for a moment.

Momo eyed Bakugo before she put her drink to her lips. She could feel him watching her. Struck by a sudden urge to impress him, Momo threw her drink back in a shot.

Bakugo’s eyes widened. “Didn’t know you could shoot sherry.” He grinned.

Momo turned her head to hide her cough. “I...” she hesitated. “I can let loose too.”

Bakugo cocked his brow. “Okay, but we do it my way. Oi, bartender! Get her majesty a double of what I’ve got.”

Momo couldn’t hide her initial concern, but a challenging look flashed in her eyes. “Okay! You’re on, Blasty.” She thumped his shoulder with her fingers.

The simple sensation of her touch lingered on his skin. She was so close, leaning over the bar just like he was.

“Have you ever even had whiskey?” Bakugo questioned, eyeing how close she was getting.

The warmth from her skin danced teasingly along his. When he didn’t move, she closed the gap, gently leaning against him. She fought the urge to rest her chin on his shoulder.

Bakugo felt his heart rate quicken. He didn’t know what she was up to, but he was willing to find out.

When the bartender set down her glass, she picked it up and held it to Bakugo for a toast.

“To being classmates and heroes.” Momo smiled brightly, still leaning against him.

“Whatever, Ponytail. Just fucking drink.” Bakugo replied and clinked their glasses together. He shot his drink and watched her struggle with hers.

She covered her mouth to cough before ordering another.

“‘Might want to slow down, Princess.” Bakugo smirked.

Three more shots and Momo was trying to slip off her cape because the bar was too hot. She begged Bakugo for money for jukebox. Bakugo couldn’t deny that he thoroughly enjoyed her little show she gave when her song came on and she sang impromptu karaoke on the edge of the bar.

Bakugo made sure nobody videoed it, threatening to rip off arms and other appendages if he saw that shit on twitter or Instagram.

Momo suddenly fell off the edge of the bar but landed safely in Bakugo’s arms.

“Oops!” She giggled, holding onto him tightly.

“Oookay. That’s enough for you. Time to get your drunk ass home, Ponytail.” Bakugo paid for their drinks despite Momo’s nagging pleas to stay. He called for a ride home and took her outside to wait.

“But we were having fun, Katsuki.” Momo frowned while they waited.

The use of his first name caught him off guard. A shock shot through him, ending in his pants.

“Well your ass is going home before you fucking puke everywhere though.” Bakugo rolled his eyes trying to ignore the stirring he was feeling while she inched her way closer again.

“I am not drunk.” Momo held a finger in his face, playfully tapping his nose with a wink. Momo looked into his crimson eyes and leaned closer, her hands resting on his chest.

“What are you-” Bakugo tried to squeeze out.

A car screeched to a halt in front of them. Momo forgot what she was doing and turned, clapping her hands.

“Are you coming to my place? You are, right?” She asked innocently enough.

Bakugo looked in the car. The driver looked harmless, but he wasn’t taking a chance. “Fine, I’ll make sure your ass gets home safely.”

Momo gave him a smile and hopped in the car with him climbing in next to her.

“What the fuck?” He complained. “Is this a fucking toddler car?”

“It is a little snug.” Momo shifted around. The more she moved, the closer Bakugo seemed to be. “I apologize if there’s not much room, Katsuki.”

Another pulse hit his dick. Something about the way she said his first name was making him crave more.

Momo clasped her hands over her mouth. “I’m sorry! I’ve been so improper.” She looked horrified. “I called you-“

“It’s fine.” Bakugo swallow hard.

“But-“

“I said it’s fine.”

Bakugo saw a strange look cross her face. Almost as if she was thinking of something devious.

“There’s not much room.” Momo arched a brow. She leaned against him and rested her head on his shoulder, her hand casually falling over his thigh. “Do... do you mind?”

Bakugo’s dick twitched in his pants again. He looked down and her cape was over her shoulder exposing her cleavage at just the right angle. He leaned his head back to try and calm himself. The whiskey was kicking in and not helping anything. He wanted her.

The car pulled up to the building.

“Come on.” Momo urged the blonde out of the car. “Come have a drink with me.”

She held onto his arm, leading him into her building.

“Fucking ritzy enough for you, Princess?” He browsed around the sparkling lobby.

Momo rang for the elevator and the two stepped on. Bakugo rested against the back wall while Momo slipped off her cape and pressed for her floor. Bakugo’s eyes traveled down her back to the roundness of her ass, appreciating the new costume design that was even more revealing.

“Katsuki?” Momo peered over shoulder at the blonde with a coy grin.

Bakugo didn’t like being caught checking her out. His cheeks stung with embarrassment. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the wall.

“What fucking floor do you live on?” He grumbled.

“The top one.” Momo replied simply with a little shrug of a shoulder. “I like being on top.”

Bakugo’s breath hitched in his chest with the implication. Maybe she wasn’t as uptight as he thought and she really was flirting with him.

The elevator finally chimed on the 38th floor. The halls were pristine and almost sparkling white. There was only one door down the entire hallway. Momo walked up to a keypad on the side of the door and typed in a code. The door clicked and opened for her.

“Welcome home, Miss Yaoyorozu.” A robotic voice greeted.

“What the actual rich fuck?” He muttered, eyes wide with amazement as he stepped into her luxurious apartment.

“Dusk lights, please.” Momo requested politely.

The lights set a dim glow as she hung her cape by the door.

“Would you like a drink?” Momo offered politely as she strode to the bar next the floor to ceiling window.

“Uh...”

“What’s wrong, Ground Zero?” Momo grinned. “You look shocked.”

“This is a nice ass place.”

Momo poured a drink before taking her hair down. Bakugo admired how beautiful she looked with her hair down. A glimpse of him pulling it flashed through his mind.

“Shit.” He grumbled to himself.

“Have a seat.” Momo motioned to the plush couch in front of the bar. “I hate to be a terrible host, but I need to get out of this costume. Please help yourself to the bar if you’d like another.”

Bakugo took the drink she extended to him. He took a sip after she’d walked away.

“Goddamn. This is the good shit.” He muttered to himself. “She does drink whiskey.”

“Oh no!” He heard Momo exclaim from down the hall. “Um... Katsuki, can you come help me for a second?”

The blonde guzzled his drink and went to check on her.

She was standing in her massive bedroom with her back to the door. Her figure silhouetted against the lights from the city that shown through her window. Bakugo was being eaten alive to feel her skin against his again. He stepped dangerously close behind her.

Momo rocked back against his chest. “Oh. Sorry.” She lied. “The whiskey has me a little wobbly.”

Bakugo grinned and stood his ground, letting her lean against him. His face buried in her raven hair.

“What’d you need, Ponytail?” Bakugo asked against her ear, his voice low and husky. His breath tickled along her neck.

A shiver raced through her.

“I... I need help with my zipper.” Momo whispered.

Bakugo leaned back and checked her back. “I don’t see shit.”

Momo swallowed and lifted her arm. “It’s on the side.”

He was so close. If she turned her head they would have been nose to nose. She pressed herself into him further.

“You can’t do it?” Bakugo kissed her head softly while pulling his gloves from his hands and dropping them to the floor.

Momo shook her head. Her head swirling from a mix of booze and hormones.

“Why the fuck not?” He teased, his fingers grazing up her arms.

Momo shivered again. “I... I need strong hands.”

Bakugo grinned and shifted to grip the material around the zipper. He gave it a single tug and the costume ripped all the way down her side. Momo gasped.

Before she could say anything Bakugo’s mouth crashed against hers. Her hands tangled in his spiky blonde hair pulling him closer. Her mouth desperately drinking him in.

Momo felt around for the tie to his mask and tugged. She pulled back enough to rip the mask from his face before returning her lips to his.

Bakugo grabbed another handful of her costume and tore again.

“Off.” He ordered, pulling back so she could shrug off the remnants.

“You too.” Momo eyed his shirt.

“Take it off me.” He challenged, giving her his cocky side smile.

“Fine.” Momo huffed as she grabbed her hands full of his shirt and pulled as hard as she could.

Bakugo was shocked when the shirt gave and shredded. He pushed the rest off his shoulders while admiring Momo’s figure.

“Fuck.” Bakugo eyed her up and down.

Momo closed to gap between them, pressing her bare body against his warm chest. She ran her hands over his strong shoulders to his neck.

“What is it?” Momo asked nervously.

Bakugo didn’t reply. He pushed her hair over her should and kissed her neck. Momo intertwined her fingers behind his neck and jumped, wrapping her legs around his naked waist.

“Holy fucking shit.” Bakugo growled before shoving his tongue back in her mouth.

He walked her to the oversized bed, carefully laying her down. Standing at the edge he unfastened his utility belt and let it fall to the ground. Momo scooted back in the bed and wiggled her finger at him, biting her lip as she watched him crawl on his hands and knees to her.

“Where the fuck you going?” Bakugo smirked, grabbing her heels and yanking her back towards him.

“I’m not going anywhere.” She purred seductively, running her hands along his arms.

Bakugo dipped his head, kissing everywhere he could.