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WARNINGS: mature fem!reader
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They say seeing your destined enemy for the first time is a memorable experience.
You waved over the bartender, noticing the way his eyes flickered over your exposed leg as your dress hiked up while sitting on the stool. You eyed the people dancing, sweaty bodies grinding together as the music reverberated through you, pounding in your head.
"What can I get you?" The bartender asked, a small smile on his face as his eyes lingered on you and your body.
"A shot, please," you replied, ignoring his stare, keeping your eyes trained on the people walking in through the door. You had a feeling your night was going to get interesting.
And with that, the door swung open, revealing a group of people, their presence startling a few of those talking by the entrance. You watched curiously, quickly downing your shot as the bartender handed it to you. You raised an eyebrow as the group walked into the club, splitting up as some headed to dance and some walked over to the bar.
"Three shots,"a gruff voice said, sending shivers through your body as they sat themselves down next to you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see a blond with a sharp look on his face, a red-head who was smiling and happily chatting to another boy with blond hair containing a black lightning bolt.
"Hey, Kat!" The red-head cried, "at least say please."
"Fuck off."
You gigged quietly at their interaction, capturing the attention of the blond man, his eyes now on you, furrowing his eyebrows. "Something funny?" You didn't say anything, freezing as you locked eyes. Him.
He seemed to notice as well, his expression hardening. "It's you, huh?" He stood up, standing closer to you, leaning into you as he studied your features. You kept your expression void of emotion, trying not to show weakness in front of your enemy.
"You won't win," you simply said, deciding to try a different tactic. As he was standing close to you, you trailed your fingertips up his arm, gently touching his exposed muscles. He froze underneath your touch and you grinned, pulling away. You thanked the bartender as he gave you another shot, downing it quickly and walked away from your destined enemy.
You sauntered down to the bathroom, pushing your way through the bodies that crowded the area and slipped into the unisex toilets. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you smiled slightly. "Three, two one." The door slammed open, but you stayed in place grinning at the angry hero through the mirror.
In a flash he had you pinned up against the wall, his crimson eyes piercing into yours. "You can't win," he growled. "I am the hero, you're the villain." You looked up at him through your lashes, feigning innocence.
"Who said I'm a villain?" He rolled his eyes, his hands pressing harder on your shoulders.
"You can't fool me." One of his hands fell to yours, pinning it against the wall as well. You could feel heat on it, the angry male trying to keep his quirk at bay. "We knew this day would come," he said with a smirk. "And I'm prepared. Did you really think I forgot who you were?"
You raised an eyebrow, feeling his grip loosen. "Didn't think I made such a huge impression after getting kicked out of UA."
"I know what your quirk is," he continued, ignoring your sarcasm, his breath hot against your cheek as he moved to your ear. "So, go on. Make me feel what you're feeling right now." You swallowed nervously, his words raising goosebumps on your skin.
"Are you sure?" Your voice came out breathy as his hips pressed into yours. He released the grip on your wrist, allowing you to use your quirk on him. You bit your lip anxiously and touched him, letting the flow of your feelings travel to him. His eyes widened, before he let out a growl.
"Lust, you idiot?" His arms were now on the wall, either side of your head, trapping you with his body. "You're feeling like that right now?" You nodded, whimpering slightly as he pushed his hips into yours again, creating friction between you two, sending a tingling sensation to your lower stomach. Your feelings had taken over him as his eyes darkened, glancing around before landing on your lips.
Bakugou being impatient closed the gap, almost smashing his lips against yours. You almost squeaked in surprise, but let him take over, feeling his hands trail down to your waist, grabbing you tightly and pulling you into his body as your hands tangled themselves in his hair. He licked your bottom lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch of you as your back pressed into the wall. You tugged on his hair, causing him to let out a husky moan.
"Do that again," he breathed out, turning his attention onto your neck as he pressed kisses down your skin, sucking and nipping, leaving traces of himself. You tugged on his hair again, eliciting another moan, his hands gripping your waist tighter. "You're making it hard to hold back."
"Then don't," you replied, pulling his head up and reconnecting your lips, his fingertips tracing your inner thigh.
They say seeing your destined enemy for the first time is a memorable experience.
