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Age of Attraction

Bakugou/Fem!Reader WC: 9576

You hang out at ShouMic’s bar, where retired and washed-up Pro Heroes hang out to drink away their sorrows and regrets. You like it when they finally drink enough to share their stories. No, you don't gossip and write blogs about their business; you just like listening. But when a remarkably seasoned vet walks in and the whole bar goes quiet, you eventually learn that he is none other than the retired Pro Hero, Great Explosion Murder God DynaMight. Despite the age gap, there seems to be some unknown force pulling you together. An attraction that neither one of you can ignore.

You sat at your usual spot at the bar, playing with the straw of the fruity drink in your hand as you gazed over the other patrons. You’ve already talked to nearly all of them and were starting to get bored. ShouMic’s Bar was a little tavern on the outskirts of Musutafu. It’s where retired and, dare you say, ‘washed up’ pro heroes hung out. When everyone else in their life had abandoned them: their families, their spouses, the commission. ShouMic’s was now their home. The old heroes knew they could go there and drink in peace until all their troubles were forgotten, until the next day anyway.

Your visit to ShouMic’s was a complete accident. Your car had broken down and you ran inside asking to use the bar's phone because you couldn't keep your cell charged. The bar owner, Mic, was friendly enough to let you use the phone and even gave you a drink on the house. While waiting for a tow, you looked around at the other patrons. You recognized several faces and soon realized older pro heroes surrounded you.

These were the heroes you heard about growing up: Ken Ishiyama, better known as Cementoss, who was invaluable in rebuilding the city after the war, and Ryo Inui, Hound Dog. Thanks to his superior senses, he located many survivors buried underneath the rubble. It turns out he’s also a great counselor.

Ryo was the first person you talked to. When he first saw you, his years of experience told him you needed someone to talk to. You spilled your guts to the retired counselor, telling him all your problems and fears, and he listened. What you didn't expect was for him to share his experiences. He talked about what it was like fighting with the other pros against some of the most brutal villains.

After returning home that night, you couldn't stop wondering what the other heroes had been through. Yeah, you've read the stories about the war and even covered an entire semester in high school learning about what happened, but the way Hound Dog told his story was entirely different. You craved to hear more stories straight from the source. That’s how you found yourself back at ShouMic’s the next day.

When you first walked in, Mic quickly teased you, asking if you had car trouble. You asked him to start a tab, and you planned on being there for a while. After a bit, Mic announced that it was karaoke time. His loud, boisterous voice yelled out to the crowd with a wide smile. There were a few claps and only three people walked to the screen to select a song. You watched the enthusiastic look on Mic’s face drop as everyone else in the bar continued as if he had said nothing. Your eyes caught a picture of two men hanging on the wall behind you. The blonde you recognized was Mic, but there was also a man with long black hair and an eye patch. Was that man his partner or a lover, perhaps? Maybe you could get Mic to open up to you. Your heart ached for the bar owner, but you had a mission yourself.

Slowly, you made your way around to the different tables where the pros sat. You would start with some idle chat, and before you knew it, they would tell you their life story. Weeks passed, and you started becoming a regular yourself; sometimes, people approached you first. They just needed someone to listen to them, someone who hadn't heard the same story repeatedly, and you were happy to oblige.

A month had passed, and you were sitting at your usual spot at the bar, listening to Mic tell you a story about All Might and how he had himself as his ringtone. The man had slowly opened up to you over the weeks. At first, he wasn't sure about you. He wondered if you were working with some tabloid trying to rehash old gossip, but when he never read or heard anything about his bar or the patrons within, he realized you were truly there to listen. He would ask you the same question over and over again.

“Why is such a young and pretty lady hanging out with a bunch of old washed-up Pros? Aren't there any college parties you would want to attend rather than be here?” You, in return, would give the same answer every time.

“Not really.”

It was true. You didn't want to be at some frat house watching drunken idiots get into fights as they argued about who could get the most girls to sleep with them or listen to fake girls pretend to be your friends as they talked behind your back. You had no interest in listening to them talk about how many likes they did or didn't get on a half-ass nude pic or how they missed a sale on a pair of shoes. You would rather listen to someone tell you about something they did in their life that made a difference. Something they did that had a purpose.

You heard the familiar Swoosh sound from the front door opening, and the bar chatter was silenced. You turned in the barstool to see who had entered and a shiver ran down your spine. You could feel the excitement build up within you, along with a bit of fear, as you looked the man over. Like most others in the bar, he was most likely twice your age. He had Ash Blonde hair that undoubtedly hid the gray. He looked like he was still fit for his age. At least he is staying in shape, you thought . The massive scar on the right side of his face caught your eye the most. When he reached for the glass that Mic had sat down in front of him, you could see more scars on his right hand and wrist. You wondered just how beat up this man was.

You fidgeted with the empty ashtray on the counter, spinning the glass tray in circles as you chewed on your bottom lip. You were curious to learn who this hero was and his story. Looking at him, you could tell he had been through a lot.

“I’d leave that one alone, my little songbird,” Mic said as he recognized the look on your face. “Believe me. His bite can be way worse than his bark.”

Looking back at the new patron, you saw him staring at you. His red eyes almost seemed to glow in the dim lights hovering over the bar. You gave him a small wave and smiled. He rolled his eyes and looked at Mic. As you watched the two men converse, you heard Mic call him Bakugou. The name sounded familiar, and you racked your brain, trying to recall who this hero might be. Minutes ticked by and you hadn't realized you were staring so hard til the man slammed his shot glass on the table, making you jump.

“What the fuck is your problem, huh? You gotta fucking staring problem or something?” The man snarled in your direction.

“I-I, no. I’m sorry. I didn't mean-” you stuttered.

“Relax Bakugou. The girl is harmless. She didn't mean nothing by it.” Mic interjected. You felt terrible and wanted to apologize, but the look on the man's face made you think twice before speaking. He probably thought you found him looking scary, or his scars made him look gross. He couldn't have been farther from the truth, though. You've always thought scars reminded us how we survived some of the most challenging battles. They were nothing to be ashamed of. You thought the man looked pretty handsome, to be honest. His scars matched his worn and rugged look for his age and you found yourself attracted to him. The blonde narrowed his eyes when he caught you, giving him a sideways glance.

“Tch,” the blonde abruptly stood as he pulled out his wallet and fished out some bills. He dropped the money on the counter and turned to leave, nonchalantly waving his hand before walking out the door. “Later, Mic.” He glanced over his shoulder one last time before leaving, catching your eye, and then he was gone.

“Who was that?” You asked Mic as he returned to refill your drink. He paused for a moment and just stared at you.

“That, my dear little one, was Bakugou Katsuki.” When you furrowed your eyebrows at the name, not recognizing it, he continued. “Your history books know him as Great Explosion Murder God DynaMight.”

That night, you couldn't sleep. Every time you closed your eyes, you found red ones staring back at you as if looking straight into your soul. You tossed and turned, imagining the things he must have seen, the things he’s done. You wanted to ask him what the most significant battle he fought was. Who was the most challenging villain to take down?

You recognized the name when Mic said it and heard stories about the foul-tempered Pro Hero throughout your childhood. There has to be more to his story than just his brash attitude. You were tempted to use the internet to find more information about him, but you wanted to learn everything from the man himself. You wanted to hear what he had to say and know his thoughts. So, with that in mind, you made it your mission to seek him out and befriend him, even if it would be dangerous to your health.

Another month went by and you've seen the ‘Great Explosion Murder God DynaMight’ only about four other times. Each time you tried to converse with him, he blew you off. He would call you a “stupid little girl” who should “mind her own business.” Mic would shoo him away and redirect the conversation as you sulked in a chair.

One particular night, you sat at the very end of the bar, and for the first time, you didn't feel like talking to anyone. You had a rough day trying to finish your thesis, only to have your roommate give you a guilt trip after you declined to join them for a party. You knew they had only asked because you had a car and could drive them. You tried to tell yourself that it didn't matter what they thought or would say behind your back. Still, it didn't remove the pain of feeling betrayed and used.

So you joined everyone else in the bar that night and decided to drink your sorrows, starting with margaritas. You looked out over the crowd of heroes for Ryo. He was always good at helping you work through your feelings, but you couldn't find him. Another margarita it is.

Bakugou had asked around about you. He wanted to know who you were and what you wanted. It was the same thing from everyone he had asked. You were harmless, just a curious college girl who wanted to hear their stories. He remembers going home and searching all over the internet for your face, looking for evidence that you had betrayed all the bar patrons and blabbed all their business on some gossip site. If it was one thing he hated almost as much as villains, it was the sleazy press. All they did was cause more harm than good with all their news. They would twist people's words around until they were backed into a corner and made to look like a villain. Bakugou eventually found a picture of you online. It was a picture of you at college.

“Fucking hell,” he scoffed as he read the article below your image, “You really are a goodie goodie, aren't you?” He muttered as he read about how you organized and volunteered at a Pro Hero outreach center. His eyes lingered on your photo a little longer than he liked. You had a pretty smile and your lips looked soft. He often found himself staring at your lips when you didn't notice while you sat at the bar. They looked so soft and he enjoyed how they looked when you pouted when someone declined to talk with you. It had him feeling things he didn't want to. Even so, he came to the bar tonight hoping to see you.

Bakugou sat at the end of the bar opposite of you. He stared at the mirror on the bar wall at your reflection. To anyone else, it would seem as if he was sulking like they were, but Bakugou was being stealthy. He watched you finish your second margarita and work on your third. Something was off about you tonight. You would typically drink one or two beers, sipping on them as the night went on. He guesses that you couldn't enjoy people's stories if wasted. Tonight, you didn't approach anyone and seemed to keep to yourself, but he noticed how your head would bob repeatedly as if you were looking for someone. Bakugou felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of you being interested in anyone other than him.

All the nights he came to the bar and you were there, you would immediately seek his attention and try to get him to talk. It almost became a game, which he was starting to enjoy. You stirred old and new feelings inside him and he didn't know what to do about them. At first, he had hoped you would disappear so you'd stop returning to the bar so he wouldn't have to look at you and feel this way. Somewhere along the line, he started wishing you would show up, and on the nights you didn't, he left in a foul mood more than when he had arrived. Bakugou thought he was being clever, but Mic saw right through him.

“Why don't you just go over there and talk to her, Bakugou?” He suggested.

“Why don't you mind your own damn business?” Bakugou sneered back. Mic just laughed at the younger man as he mixed a drink. Bakugou realized he was making your fourth margarita and an idea struck him. Mic saw Bakugou looking back and forth between the drink and you.

“Here,” he said, placing the drink before him. “Why don't you take this down to her.” Before Bakugou could argue, Mic rushed off.

Bakugou didn't move for a moment. He asked himself why he was feeling so nervous. It’s not like you would be interested in him anyway. Well, other than to hear his story. Bakugou scolded himself at the thoughts he had of you. He was old enough to be your father and here he was thinking of your pouty lips and how your hips swayed as you walked. Bakugou shook his head as he stood up. He told himself he’s got to stop thinking of you that way. He caught Mic looking at him from down the bar, giving the younger man a thumbs up. Bakugou rolled his eyes and started walking towards you.

Bakugou found you playing a bubble game on your phone as you picked up a piece of ice from your now-empty drink. You placed the ice between your lips and slowly sucked it into your mouth. Bakugou watched your tongue dart out and lick your lips and almost lost his composure right then and there.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. It was just barely above a whisper, but you had heard it. Turning your head, you found Bakugou standing beside you with a margarita in his hand. You gave him a questioning look as you peered up at him. “Figured you’d want another one, or whatever,” he said as he pushed the drink into your hand, nearly spilling it.

“Oh, um. Thanks, I guess,” you said haphazardly. You thought to yourself how strange this was. The hero never once initiated a conversation with anyone. So what is he doing bringing you a drink and sitting beside you? He didn't say anything else, so you continued playing your game.

Bakugou sat quietly beside you. Occasionally, he would glance down at you and watch how your lips wrapped around the straw and he nearly lost it. He cleared his throat as he adjusted his pants. He looked back at the end of the bar to find Mic still there watching him. Bakugou narrowed his eyes and reminded himself to give him shit and call him a creep. Mic lifted his hands in a gesture for the young blonde to continue. Bakugou rolled his eyes and looked back at you.

“So, um,” Bakugou cleared his throat again, “how was your day?” You turned your head to the blonde and blinked.

What the hell was this? You couldn't help the laughter that erupted.

“Oi’, what the hell’s so funny?”

You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or because you'd been slowly crushing on the older man, but the way he seemed to pout as he glared at you, you thought he looked adorable.

Adorable, ha! The thought of such a rugged and ill-tempered man being adorable made you laugh even more.

“Alright, alright. Get it out your system.” Bakugou huffed as he took the seat next to you. His shoulder barely grazed yours and you stilled, suddenly aware of his proximity.

Bakugou continued to sit silently, pondering what he should say to you. What the hell were you into? What are the types of things you like? He wanted to learn everything he could about you. But to do that, he would need to talk to you, and small talk was not one of Bakugou’s strengths.

“So, uh.” Bakugou scratched at the peach fuzz growing on his chin. He needed to shave, he thought. “Do you wanna talk or something?” Bakugou glanced away from you, rolling his eyes and internally scolding himself for sounding stupid. When he looked back at you, your doe eyes blinked up at him with longing. It almost made his embarrassment worth it.

“Finally wanna tell me your story, huh?” You asked as you caught Bakugou’s eyes staring at your lips as you licked them before taking another sip of your drink. It doesn't mean anything, you told yourself. He’s a man and you knew exactly what you were doing. You've caught the glances that he would give you. The blank stares almost as if he were in a trance before seeing you looking back and turning his head with a scoff. It made you sad that you couldn't stay and listen.

“Can't tonight,” you said as you fished out your cell. “Have to head home early. I've got finals in the morning.” Bakugou’s lips twitched as if he almost wanted to smile. It wasn't even 6 PM, and you wanted to head home to get some rest. It reminded him of his days back at UA.

You huffed when you received no answer from the person you tried calling. No surprise, you thought. You grabbed your purse, stood up, and slid off the barstool. You would have face-planted on the bar floor if not for the strong hands grabbing your arm.

“Where the hell you going?” Bakugou asked, his hand still holding onto your arm as if you were gonna float away. And you may have with how weightless your legs felt. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest with the way he hovered over you. His broad shoulders caged you in as he stood you against the counter.

“My ride didn't answer, so I’ll just walk to the train station.”

“You're not in any condition to be walking anywhere.” You stared at Bakugou as he returned to his original seat and grabbed his jacket. “Well, you coming or what?” For the third time that night, you blankly stared at the man. You looked over to where Mic stood, and he nudged his chin towards the blonde walking out the door. You blindly followed Bakugou to his car, and when you went to open the door, he smacked your hand.

“I got it,” he said before helping you inside. You watched from the seat as Bakugou walked around the car and wondered what the hell was happening. When you first met Bakugou, he would hardly look at you, and when he did, let's just say if looks could kill. Now he’s giving you a ride. “What's your address?” He asked after buckling and starting the car.

“You can just drop me off at the sta-”

“You're not taking the train. Probably get off at the wrong stop knowing you.” You opened your mouth to argue, but he quickly cut you off. “Now, tell me what your address is, brat.”

All the fight left your body as Bakugou stared down at you. You wondered if his voice was always that husky and you just hadn't noticed. You told him your address and as he turned on the radio, you caught glimpses of the scars on his hands again. Not wanting to get caught staring again, you turned to look outside the window.

“Nice Audi,” you said, trying to fill the awkward silence.

“Thanks,” Bakugou grunted, “used to have a Porsche. Fucking villain trashed it when I was off duty.” It was just a tiny tidbit of the stories he had yet to tell, but you were excited to learn more about the retired pro. He had to be in his late thirties or early forties, and you wondered why he retired so young when older Heroes were active into their fifties. You noticed small devices in his ear, which you thought were earbuds at first glance, but now, sitting this close in the car, you can see that they must be hearing aids. You had so many questions you weren't sure where to start.

The car ride was quiet save for the classic rock music that played low. You felt yourself slowly starting to sober up and silently berating yourself for drinking the night before finals. You also became acutely aware of the cologne Bakugou was wearing.

His scent had your head spinning more than the alcohol. Different aromas filled your senses: lavender, lemon, and something sugary and spicy. You wondered what smells were from the cologne and which were Bakugou's natural scent. You peered out the corner of your eye to watch his neck muscles twitch when he turned his head. You saw more scars and wondered if they covered the entirety of his right side. How you wished you could nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck. Suddenly, you found yourself choking on your saliva after that thought.

“Let me know if you're gonna hack so I can pull over,” Bakugou said as he looked at you. You huffed and returned to looking out the window. The quicker you get home and sleep, the faster you forget these strange feelings. As you pulled in front of your shared apartment, you moved to open the door but thought twice about it. Before you knew it, Bakugou was at your side, helping you out.

“Thank you. For the ride, I mean,” you said as you wrapped your arms around your body. It was much warmer earlier, but you shivered because of the dropped temps.

“Tch,” Bakugou rolled his eyes as he removed the hoodie and shoved it in your arms. “Remember to wear a decent coat tomorrow night, yeah.” You could feel your face flush as you pulled the hoodie over your head, pausing long enough to inhale his sweet smell. "I want that back, too."

You thanked Bakugou again and he shrugged and placed his hands in his pockets. As you started walking away, he gently grabbed your arm.

“Drink some water.” You nodded and went to turn when he stopped you again. “And take some aspirin.”

“Yes, sir,” you joked, but Bakugou tugged on your arm again, pulling you closer. You found yourself mere inches from his face.

“Careful, princess.” He peered down at you and your smile quickly dropped, swallowing hard as you stared at the man towering over you. “Now get your ass inside and get to bed.” His voice was lower this time, and you ached to hear him talk like that again. You wordlessly nodded and started up the stairs to your apartment.

Bakugou watched you walk away until he couldn't see you anymore, then returned to his car. Before he drove away, he thought about what he was doing and what he was getting himself into. It was too late, he thought, too late to turn back now. You had awakened something profound inside him, something he hadn't felt in a very long time. When you held onto his arm at the bar, he wanted nothing more than to feel your touch again. Just moments ago, when he grabbed your arm, he pictured how his arms could envelop your entire body.

“Fuck,” Bakugou muttered to himself before taking a deep breath and pulling away. He couldn't wait to see you tomorrow night. Never before has he been so willing and wanting to spill his guts about his past to someone. But for you, he would tell you all his secrets and his darkest desires.

The next evening, Bakugou was standing outside the bar when Mic arrived to open up.

“What are you doing here so early?” Mic asked as he unlocked the door.

“What? Can’t I hang out with my old mentor?” Bakugou shrugged as he followed the older man inside.

“Uh-huh,” Mic gave Bakugou an inquisitive look as he turned on all the lights. “Would a certain little lady have anything to do with you here?”

Bakugou blushed but didn't respond as he sat at the bar. He watched as Mic took inventory and mumbled to himself about what he needed to order. Mic sat down the notebook he was writing in and looked at Bakugou with a raised eyebrow. He knew his former student like the back of his hand and could tell he had something on his mind. Bakugou sighed and leaned his elbows on the counter, placing his head in his hands and rubbing his temples.

“What the hell am I doing, Mic? This girl,” Bakugou paused and took another sigh as he looked up at the man. “She's got me feeling things I thought I would never feel again.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Well, as you know, I am much older than her. She’s a college student, for fucks sake.” Mic listened intently as he poured the sulking blonde a drink. “I don't even know if she feels the same,” Bakugou said before taking a big drink.

“You're both adults, so I don't see what the problem is with age.” Bakugou scoffed and took another drink. “You’ll never know until you try, and the Bakugou I know never gives up.” A small smile crept across Bakugou's face as he finished his drink. Mic was right, and Bakugou knew he had to try at least to see if there was something to pursue with you.

Within the next hour, the bar started to fill with its regular crowd. Surprisingly, it was busier than others. Mic was hosting karaoke, which has had an enormous turnout here lately. He asked himself if you had anything to do with that. Bakugou was always good at reading people, and he could tell that lately, everyone seemed to be in better spirits. Well, better than before. He wondered if it was because they found someone to finally listen to them without expecting anything in return. They weren't just another hero. You saw them for the person they were. Having a big crowd was good, Bakugou thought. People's attention would be elsewhere, and he wouldn't have to worry about others and their prying eyes all over his business.

Another hour passed, and you were still nowhere to be found. Bakugou started to worry that he may have scared you off after taking you home. He hadn't meant to get so touchy and close. But when you called him ‘sir,’ his body went on autopilot. By the time he got home, he had to take a cold shower, but even that didn't satisfy his hunger, which was slowly building up inside. It had been a while since somebody called him sir and even longer since he had to tame a bratty nerd like you.

Bakugou ordered another drink and tried to calm himself down. His thoughts were all over the place. He hadn't even talked to you about how you felt or whether you would want to pursue anything with him, let alone be into the same things. Lost in his thoughts, he heard Mic clear his throat and saw the man nudging his chin towards the door. There you stood.

Bakugou’s jaw nearly dropped when he saw the little dress you wore. It was a thin-shoulder strapped black dress that fell just above your knees. He’s never seen you show off so much skin before. You were usually dressed in jeans and an oversized shirt. Sometimes you even wore comfortable sweats. Bakugou’s eyes traced over your body slowly. Traveling from your exposed neck to your collarbone to the valley between your breasts. He dug his fingernails into his thigh, trying to calm himself as he thought how perfect you would look laying naked under him with his marks all over you. Bakugou was so lost in his head as he stared at your perfect tits he hadn't noticed you walking towards him.

“Bakugou,” he heard your sweet voice call him back to reality, snapping his eyes to yours.

“Huh?” He asked dumbfoundedly.

“I asked how you were doing.” You giggled as you climbed onto the barstool and pulled down your skirt the best you could. Bakugou continued to stare. He was at a loss for words. Luckily, Mic was there to save him.

“What will it be, songbird?” You ordered your usual and looked at Bakugou. That seemed to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. He cleared his throat and looked out over the crowd as they looked through a book with different songs.

“You, uh,” Bakugou said, taking a deep breath as he wiped his sweaty palms on his slacks. “You look nice, or whatever.” He heard Mic snicker from behind the bar and glared at the man. You noticed Bakugou acting strangely. He was usually quick to make snarky remarks and gave off a nonchalant attitude. You wondered if he would change his mind about talking to you.

“Tell you what,” you said, turning to look at him, your knees bumping into his leg. “I will buy you a round of shots for a story.” You were hoping he wasn't going to back out. You desperately needed to know more about him. He wasn't just another story you wanted to hear. You wanted to get to know him not only as the Pro Hero DynaMight but also as Bakugou Katsuki, the man.

“Deal.” Bakugou crooked his finger at Mic and placed an order of shots.

“Head over to your seat and I’ll bring them over in a sec.” You and Bakugou slipped from your seats and he directed you to a small booth in the back. It was dimly lit and away from most of the crowd. You figured this is where he would go when he wanted to be alone. Bakugou’s hand lay on the small of your back as you walked through the crowd. Someone bumped into your side, causing you to push closer to him and his hand snaked around your waist.

“Watch it!” Bakugou barked at the other patron. They turned around swiftly as if to argue with the blonde, but they apologized when they saw who it was. “You okay?” His voice was low and his hot breath traveled down your neck, causing you to shiver. You were practically nose to nose when you turned your head to look at him. You couldn't utter a single word, only able to nod. “Are you cold?” He asked after seeing you shiver.

“No. I’m quite warm, actually.” You watched how his jaw tensed as he peered down at you with red eyes that seemed to burn through you. Bakugou’s grip around you loosened as you approached the table and by the time you sat, Mic was heading your way with the shots. You both sat at a cushioned bench seat with a round table before you. You were about an arm's length away, but you felt the pull to be closer.

“So-”

“Nu-uh,” Bakugou said, cutting you off. “We’re gonna do this my way.” With the six shots Mic had brought, he sat three of them before you. “I’ll tell you a little ‘bout me. You tell me lil ‘bout you.” Bakugou couldn't help but grin as you pouted before agreeing.

“Fine," you huffed, "You first.” You declared before he could add any more stipulations.

Bakugou huffed and took his first shot. He started when he first got his quirk, explaining that as soon as it manifested, he knew that, beyond a doubt, he would grow up to become a great hero. You watched his cocky grin drop when he explained how much of an asshole he was when he was younger.

“When you were younger?” You meant it as a joke, but Bakugou wasn't smiling.

“I’m being serious. Said some shit I can never take back to the only person that always stuck by my side. Treated him like dirt all because he was quirkless.” He wasn't yelling but raised his voice to get the point across. Bakugou didn't miss how your eyes widened and your throat bobbed when he mentioned the word quirkless, but he continued. “I was a bully. I felt that everyone was beneath me and nobody could beat me.” Bakugou slammed another shot and went quiet, staring into the crowd at nothing.

“But you grew up. Lived and learned as they say, right,” you said, trying to say something to help him feel more at ease. Knowing briefly what Bakugou had been through, you knew his life story would be a hard pill to swallow, but you didn't know things would get so emotional so quickly.

“Ha, yeah,” he huffed with a fake laugh, “thrown into a war as a teen and dying will have you growing up real fast.” Bakugou twirled the empty shot glass in front of him.

“You died?” Bakugou looked at you to find your eyes wide. You looked worried and sad. He turned in his seat so his left knee was raised and bent.

“You really didn't look up anything about me, did you?” He asked, bewildered.

“No,” you shook your head. “I mean, I just remember hearing what was said on the news and talk shows and what others would say about you.” Bakugou continued to stare at you with a puzzled look. He would have bet that you went home that first night after discovering who he was and looked up everything you could. “I knew you were in the war while you attended UA and it was bad.”

“Bad?” Bakugou scoffed. “You don't know the half of it.” Though that’s why you're here , he thought. Bakugou went into detail, though not too much to scare you off, about how his classmates and teachers, many of whom he had looked up to, fell at the hands of villain scum. Maybe he will go into more detail with you one day, but tonight, he wants to get to know you. His stories were depressing and he saw your eyes watering. He didn't like that. He wanted to hear you laugh again. To see you smile and know it was because of him.

He moved a shot glass closer to you and raised an eyebrow. You threw the shot back and winced at the burn in your throat. Bakugou grinned as he watched you wipe your mouth. “Sorry, I don't do fruity drinks.” He smirked as he watched your tongue poke out and lick your lips again and felt himself leaning in closer to you. Like a moth to a flame, he couldn't help the pull you had on him.

You explained how you were homeschooled until you left for college. Your parents were strict, so you didn't get out much or experience many things until adulthood. That explained why you only knew limited information about the war. Your parents must have kept the horrors of war from their child, and he couldn't blame them one bit.

“I've been meaning to ask you,” Bakugou slammed another shot. “What’s your quirk?” He carefully eyed you as your hands went under the table and your head lowered. He was waiting for the answer he already knew.

“I um,” you picked at your nails, “I was born without a quirk.” You looked back up at Bakugou, expecting a disgusted look on his face, but there wasn't.

“That's rare for this day and age.” His face looked, dare you say, soft. It wasn't pity. Maybe it was an understanding. You told him about your studies and how you are almost finished with your schooling. You told him you wanted to open a community center for retired pros. Somewhere, they can feel wanted and needed again, other than a bar. Personal facts kept falling from your lips and Bakugou soaked up every bit of information he could about you.

“I knew you were a fucking nerd.” He laughed after you explained how you collected specific anime figures. Bakugou was smiling. It was a sight you thought you would never see when you first had. The alcohol in your veins gave you the courage to shove at his shoulder as you laughed, telling him to stop teasing you. As you did, you noticed more scars peeking out under his collar and from his chest.

“Sorry,” you said and quickly turned your head without meaning to stare.

“S’okay,” Bakugou said as he looked down at the empty shot glasses. Neither of you was particularly drunk, but he could tell you were more buzzed than he was. He called Mic over, ordered two water bottles, and asked if you wanted anything to eat.

“Is this a date, Bakugou?” You teased. He didn't answer and you began to laugh again at how much this grown man could blush. As the hours passed, you found yourself having a hot wing contest, the spice of the wing growing hotter with each one. Bakugou won after you backed out after the third wing sauce left your tongue numb.

Bakugou found himself laughing and enjoying himself more than he had in years. The atmosphere all changed when you wiped some sauce from the corner of his mouth with your thumb. Bakugou’s eyes turned a darker shade of red as he watched you lick the sauce off your thumb. He couldn't decipher if you knew for sure what you were doing because you acted so casually about the entire situation. It made him want to drag you into the back room and leave marks all over your body with his mouth.

You stared at his chest again and Bakugou caught the inquisitive look in your eyes. As if under a spell, you slowly reached out to touch the scar on his chest but stopped yourself. Before you could apologize for your actions, Bakugou grabbed your wrist and held it to his chest. His other hand opened another button before placing your hand against his bare skin.

“This what you've been wanting?” You looked into his eyes, then back at his hand, holding yours and pressing until your hand flat against his chest. His skin was warm, and you hadn't noticed how much closer you had gotten until your nose bumped his. You were both breathing heavily and when you moved your hand just an inch lower over his scar, he sighed deeply. “Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?” He asked softly, rubbing his nose along yours.

You looked into Bakugou’s eyes and wondered if this was really happening. You nudged his nose and felt his lips graze yours like a feather. His breath smelled like hot sauce, but you didn't care; somehow, it made you crave him even more. You laid your other hand on his thigh, and you heard him hiss. You watched the muscles in his arms ripple, knowing he was holding back. But you didn't want him to. You wanted to climb in his lap right there in the booth.

“Bakugou,” your voice trembled.

“Yeah?” He whispered against your ear as his nose roamed your jawline.

“Can we-” you paused, suddenly feeling embarrassed. You didn't need to say anything, though. Bakugou saw right through you. Bakugou sat up straight to look you in the eyes. His hand gently tilted your head so that you could see him.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked. “What we do can't be undone.” You eagerly nodded your head. Bakugou looked you over again as if he was trying to find a reason to tell you no. But he couldn't fool himself. He wanted this just as much as you did. “Come on,” he said, pulling you to stand with him and headed towards the bar. He stopped at a door at the far end of the bar and told you to wait there. You watched him as he walked over to Mic.

“Need my room key,” Bakugou said quickly. Mic raised an eyebrow before turning to the cabinet behind him that held keys. The second floor of the building had several rooms that Mic would rent out to his fellow pros if they needed a place to stay. There was a time that Bakugou stayed there for days on end, but Mic always had that room reserved just for him.

“I take it things are going well?” Mic asked with a smile and handed Bakugou the key. Bakugou held the key in his hand, staring at it. The small piece of metal felt like it was burning his palm.

“She reminds me of him so much,” Bakugou said quietly. Mic’s smile dropped and he turned to look at you. You stood by the stairs, watching the two men talk. Your arms were crossed as you felt exposed just standing there alone.

“Yeah, she reminds me of the kid, too,” Mic said as he huffed and looked back at Bakugou. “Well, why are you still standing here talking to me? She’s waiting for you.”

“Thank you,” Bakugou said, making Mic choke on his spit at his surprise.

Bakugou grabbed your hand and you followed him up the stairs to a room marked number one. You filed that away to tease him later. Bakugou closed the door and you heard the soft click of the lock as you walked over to the window. You peered out to the street below and noticed a fresh blanket of snow on the ground. New beginnings, you thought .

You caught Bakugou’s reflection in the window as he stood behind you. His arms snaked around your waist as he buried his head in your neck and inhaled. He planted small kisses there as he slowly turned you to face him.

“If you don't want this, tell me now. I will drive you home, and we can for-.” You lunged forward and pressed your lips to his. Bakugou’s arms tightened around you, pulling you unbelievably closer and neither of you broke away from the kiss until you needed to breathe.

“No more second guessing. No more doubting. I want this. I want you, Bakugou.”

Faster than lightning, Bakugou’s lips were back on yours. One of his hands moved to the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss. The other gripped your hip tightly before roaming over your ass and pulling you with him as he walked backward toward the bed. Bakugou swiftly turned and within a flash, you found yourself lying on the bed with him hovering just above you.

“Katsuki,” he said before leaving open-mouthed kisses down your neck, pausing at your collarbone long enough to suckle, leaving a dark mark in its wake. A hand roamed along your side and cupped one of your breasts, but that wouldn't do with your dress in the way. “Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging at your straps.

You nodded, and he helped you sit up and unzip the dress. Katsuki was on his knees between your legs and you carefully watched him as you slipped the straps off your shoulders, exposing your naked chest.

“You're so fucking beautiful, you know that?” He said as he gently pressed on you, urging you to lay back down. His mouth found yours again before roaming down your chest and his tongue finding a nipple. As the wet appendage flicked at the pert bud, a hand gently massaged the other. You whimpered and spread your legs more to accommodate the man's large frame.

After giving each breast the same amount of attention, his tongue left a wet trail down your tummy. He stopped and looked up at you with pleading eyes.

“Can I?” He asked, tugging at your panty's waistline.

“Please!” You begged. Katsuki slowly dragged the garment down your legs and inhaled the fabric before stuffing them into the pocket of his slacks.

“Fuck, look at you,” he said gruffly as he pulled your knees apart. You turned your head and blushed, embarrassed at how exposed you were. “Hey, look at me,” he said softly. When your eyes met him, he kissed your inner thigh and slowly crept higher. The closer he moved to your core, the more your legs shook with anticipation. “That’s it. Keep your eyes on me, princess.” Katsuki used his fingers to spread your lips apart and his tongue slowly licked up your slit. His nose grazed your clit gently as his tongue prodded at your clenching hole.

“Keep making those noises, baby. Tell me how good I’m making you feel.” His muffled voice blended with the wet sounds of him slurping up all your juices.

“Katsuki, ahh,” you whined as his tongue paid extra attention to your swollen nub. “Please, wanna feel more.” Katsuki hummed, and the vibrations made you gush more.

“Fuck princess, you're drowning me down here.” Katsuki pushed your legs further apart so his shoulders could fit between your legs and he laid flat against the bed, rutting his hips for some friction. He wanted to be inside you so bad, but he couldn't stop tasting you. “Gonna put a finger in, okay?” Katsuki groaned at you as you pleaded for him to touch you more.

Slowly, he pushed his middle digit in you and he could instantly feel how tight you were just around his finger. His moans mixed with yours as he slid in another, feeling your hole clenching around his fingers. He couldn't wait to feel how tightly you gripped his cock.

“Katsuki, I’m- I’m gonna,” He could feel your walls begin to spasm and groaned louder as you pulled at his hair. “Gonna cum. Ooh, fuck. Katsuki.”

“That’s it, baby. Cum on my mouth. Make a mess for me, sweetheart.” Katsuki pleaded. He pushed against your spongy sweet spot, and that was all it took, and you were loudly crying out his name. Your legs closed against his head as if you were trying to suffocate him, yet he didn't stop licking up all your essence until you begged and yelled at him to stop.

Katsuki crawled up the bed, giving you kisses up your body until his mouth landed on yours. You moaned at the taste of yourself as his tongue fought with yours. He kept kissing you slowly and sensually until your breathing evened out. It wasn't until Katsuki pulled back a little to look down at you that you realized he was still wearing his clothes.

“I wanna see you too,” you said as you tugged on his shirt. As Katsuki sat up, your hands roamed under his shirt against his hot skin. You could feel the muscles underneath ripple and your mouth began to water. Katsuki pulled at the bottom hem of his shirt and then paused. He was never a person to feel insecure, but he panicked for a second, worrying what you would think of the scars on his chest.

With a deep breath, he pulled the shirt over his head. He gulped as he watched your eyes roam over his chest. Katsuki was about to call everything off when you didn't say anything, but before he could panic further, you leaned up and kissed the huge scar covering his heart. Katsuki sighed as your mouth traced over every scar it could find. His hands brushed away the stray hairs on your face as you looked up at him. Your eyes never left him as you started to undo his belt and zipper.

Kneeling before you in nothing but his boxers now, Katsuki hissed as you palmed his erection and you took note of how your fingers barely managed to fit around his girth. Your mouth made its way down his blonde happy trail and over his adonis belt. You then ran your nose along his length, taking in his heady smell, and you knew his natural scent was something sweet. You let your tongue lick at the already wet spot from his leaking head and Katsuki moaned, his fingers carding through your hair.

You pulled down his boxers and his cock sprung from its confines. Your breath hitched at the site. You could tell he was big from the bulge in his pants, but seeing it in the flesh was something else. The mushroom head was a dark pink and his slit was dripping wet. A huge vein ran the underside of his cock and you couldn't wait to feel how it rubbed against your walls. Your hand gave him a pump as you peered up into his eyes.

“Ahh, fuck!” Katsuki moaned loudly as your mouth wrapped around his head. You let your tongue swirl around the tip and flick at the ridge underneath as your lips tightened around him, hollowing your cheeks. Katsuki’s eyes rolled to the back as his head fell back. His hands tightened their hold on your hair as he praised how good you made him feel. He wanted nothing more than to skull fuck you like this, but he knew he would be done for, and he wanted to be inside you before he busts.

“Baby,” Katsuki rasped, “Can I put it in? Wanna feel you strangle my cock with that tight pussy of yours.” You became a sopping wet mess again as you listened to his soft voice pleading. You didn't answer as your head bobbed faster. “Fuck baby, please.” You pulled away and Katsuki almost came right there as he watched the string of drool linger on your lips to his cock before snapping.

You leaned back and adjusted yourself further up in the bed. You spread your legs wide and ran a finger along your wet slit, no longer feeling shy. You were now filled with a hunger you'd never felt before. A need to be split open by this gorgeous man above you. You were about to get fucked raw by the legend himself. The more reality hit you that you were about to have sex with former Pro Hero DynaMight, the more you began to whimper and beg for him.

“You ready for me, baby?’ Katsuki asked as he situated himself between your legs. He leaned down to kiss you again, stifling your pleads. Katsuki sat up and bent your knees back to your chest. Running his thick cock along your folds, gathering your wetness, he let the tip tease your clit. Smirking, he finally stopped when you pouted up at him.

“Oh, fuck. Damn, baby.” Katsuki groaned as he watched your pussy lips slowly suck him in. He bit his bottom lip until it bled, trying to stop himself from cummimg as your walls tightened around him like a vice grip. ”Baby, you gotta relax.” He gritted his teeth.

“Kats, you're so big.” You whimpered. Fuck, you were making it so hard for him to stay in control. Finally bottoming out, he let go of your legs and his head fell into the crook of your neck as he leaned over you. He gave you a few tender kisses before he raised himself to look at you. He saw tears in your eyes and worriedly asked how you were doing. You told him to go slow and he hadn't planned on doing it any other way. He wanted to savor this moment for as long as he could. He wasn't sure where this would lead afterward, but right here, right now, he had you.

Katsuki set a slow pace, reading your body language like a road map to your pleasure. Only when you finally wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him into a passionate kiss did he start moving faster. As the kiss became more sloppy, so did his thrusts and soon you were moaning his name, pleading for him not to stop.

“Harder Kats, please,” Katsuki growled and placed a hand under your thigh to push your leg up, hitting deeper, right where you needed him to. As you listened to Katsuki moan and heard the slaps of his balls smacking your ass, your eyes rolled and your toes curled. You saw sparks behind your eyelids before your vision blackened for a quick second. All the things you heard girls at your college talk about when they described 'the best sex they ever had' were coming true. “I’m so close, so close.” You cried. Katsuki was close as well, but there was no way in hell he was going to cum before you did and he knew just the push you needed.

He let a hand travel down your chest, stopping to pinch your nipple and enjoying the way you tightened around him even more. When his hand roamed further down to your mound and started rubbing circles over your clit with his thumb, he knew it wouldn't be much longer. You were a perfect work of art in his eyes as he watched you writhe and squirm beneath him. Your face was flushed with a spaced-out look and your back arched perfectly, leaving you a blubbering, non-coherent mess.

“Cum for me again, baby,” Katsuki begged, “Cum for me again so I can fill this sweet cunt up.” You nearly blacked out from the powerful orgasm that ripped through your body. Katsuki continued to fuck you through your orgasm, only to fall on top of you moments later, growling into your neck as he sputtered into you. “Fuck, feels s’good, baby.”

He laid his forehead against your collarbone, slowly catching his breath, arms shaking as he held himself up so he wouldn't crush you. Katsuki rolled over to his back, pulling you on top of him as his softening cock fell out of you. He could feel his spent trickle down from your thighs and over his balls. He wanted to spread you open and watch his cum slowly leak from you, but he was enjoying your naked warm body lying against his.

You raised your head to give him a kiss and his arms wrapped around you, his hands roaming up and down your backside. Katsuki slid you to your side and told you not to move as he left the bed. You listened to the water running and watched as he walked back to the bed in all his naked glory with a warm hand towel. He softly wiped you down, careful not to overstimulate you. After discarding the towel into a hamper, he climbed back into bed and pulled you close so you were again wrapped in his arms. He pulled the covers over you both and buried your head in his chest. You were almost to dreamland when you heard Katsuki speak.

“Hey,” he said, tilting your chin up to look at him. "I’m not sure what your plans are after this, but" you saw Katsuki’s jaw clench and his eyes bounce back and forth between yours as if searching for something. "I’m willing to put in the effort to make this work.” When you didn't immediately answer, he started to backtrack. “If you want to be with an old man, that is.” He smiled.

“More than anything.” You answered before leaning up to kiss him. “You just want me to call you daddy.” You teased. Katsuki pushed you over and rolled on top of you, giving small pecks down your neck.

“You can call whatever you'd like, darling.” He rasped into the crook of your neck before pulling away to look at you like you were his world. “Long as I can call you mine.”

“And you're mine.” You said, running your hands through his hair and lightly scratching his scalp. Katsuki hummed as his eyes fluttered. He bent to give you another kiss. Pulling away, he watched your soft expression and doe eyes peer up at him fondly. He thought to himself, For all the bullshit he’s been through in his life, he finally scored the jackpot with you.

“Always…” Katsuki answered, and within minutes, you were both sleeping comfortably, dreaming of what the future could hold.

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