Bakugo was agitated. He couldn't believe he let himself lose like that... to someone like you. During that fight you were different; You actually had him begging to stop.

Shit. 

Why was it kind of hot?

For years, Bakugo enjoyed breaking you. He enjoyed seeing you scared and making you cry because it boosted his ego. It had never been the other way round.

His friends couldn't let him hear the end of it either. It was so bad that even Aizawa pointed it out in class.

"Bakugo, you're talented. So don't sulk like a child about your loss, okay?" he said boredly.

The blonde scowled in embarrassment, his cheeks tinged pink. "Yeah, whatever."

Meanwhile, you were stoked about your win. Kirishima and Sero were practically loaded from the bets and had taken it upon themselves to treat you with a present. Mina somehow managed to get involved, claiming she hand-picked the gift herself.

"I don't understand," you said as you eyed the gift bag in her hands, "I thought you didn't like me."

"I wanted to make up for how I treated you." 

You were shocked; She switched up so fast it was hard to tell if she was being truthful or not.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry." she said, her eyes welling up, "I just- I just really like Katsuki. But I see the way he looks at you."

Your eyes widened, "What?"

"He's my friend. I can tell when he likes someone, and... it isn't me." she trailed off insecurely.

"But I- I didn't mean for it to happen." you started rambling, "You said you liked him ages ago, and I basically went behind your back. I promise, I really didn't like him at the time."

"You don't have to apologise." Mina gave a small smile, "You can have him."

She patted your shoulder reassuringly and passed the bag into your hands before walking away.

Well that was... something.

At least you had officially acquired Mina's blessing now, and didn't need to feel guilty about liking Bakugo.

"Jirou," you spoke up suddenly, "Come on, Kaminari's talking to Sero. If we go there you can get to talk to him."

"But I don't want to-"

She huffed as you were already dragging her across the grounds.

You were acting like you were in Junior High, hoping that by talking to Kaminari and Sero, Bakugo would join the convo.

"Hey L/N." Sero grinned.

"What's good?" Kaminari said good-naturedly.

"Nothing much, you?" you grinned back as Jirou blushed furiously and looked at the floor.

Sure enough, Bakugo swaggered over to where you were standing, shoving himself in between Kaminari and Sero.

"What are you nerds doing?"

Seeing how you were, you were definitely going to romanticize every single thing he did or said to you from this moment on.

"Not a lot." you answered idly, refusing to give him the satisfaction of maintaining eye contact.

You knew never to give a guy too much attention: Always leave him wanting more.

Kaminari checked his watch and looked up, "Sorry Hanta, we all have band practice right now."

"Right." Jirou nodded hastily, "So- me and L/N should really get going, shouldn't we L/N?"

"No, it's okay." Kaminari shrugged, "We're all in the same club so why not go there together?"

"I'll catch up with you guys later," Bakugo said non-chalantly, his gaze lingering on you before flickering to his two friends, "So I'll be a little late."

"Don't stress." Sero shrugged and the four of you left the blonde.

You walked into the music room to see one of the members already there, sitting on the edge of your piano and tuning his electric guitar.

"Hi Shinso!" you all said in unison.

He looked up blankly, "Oh. Hello."

Kaminari fist-bumped him and then went over to the guitar cupboard with Jirou so they could get their own electric ones.

"So... how's it going with that girl I saw you with last week?" you smirked playfully, sitting down on the piano chair.

"You stalking me or something, L/N?" he chuckled, not taking his eyes off of the strings he was carefully tightening.

You grinned, "Maybe."

He shook his head and said nothing.

"Oh come on," you nudged him, "We went to middle school together, surely you can tell me."

Shinso rolled his eyes, "Fine. Whatever, just don't be loud about it."

"Promise." 

"She's... nice. She likes cats too, so that's obviously a green flag since most people are scared to go near Koda." he scratched the back of his neck, his cheeks going pink, "She makes me laugh. And I like how she doesn't force me to socialize."

"Is she pretty?" you leaned forward, grinning.

"Understatement. She's gorgeous."

"Alright loverboy." you laughed, playing a random chord.

"Took you long enough." Kaminari spoke, and you and Shinso looked up to see Bakugo walk  into the room.

He scowled and sulked over to his drum set, picking up the sticks and hitting the cymbal so that you had to cover your ears.

"Kill yourself." you cringed, "We actually need to practice."

You both locked eyes, feeling restless.

"Don't tell me what to do."

His eyes trailed down to your chest and back up to your eyes. 

The tension was high.

Soon, Tokoyami and Awase came in and you could officially begin. You had to admit, you found it attractive that Bakugo was good at drums.

When you were done, you and Jirou made your way back to the dorms where the rest of your class was already having dinner before going back to your respective rooms.

You decided to be a good civilian and sit on your bed, reading the library book your first-year friend had recommended a few days ago.

You couldn't lie, the kid had taste.

Suddenly, Bakugo came in and closed the door behind him, crossing his arms as he scanned you.

"SHIT!" you nearly jumped out of your skin. You quickly stood up, walking over to him in a hurry.

"What are you doing here?" you furrowed your brows.

"You..." he trailed off, his fists clenching at his sides as he visibly tensed up, "I..."

"What?"

"Are you trying to wind me up?" he snapped in frustration.

You stared at him blankly, raising an eyebrow.

He gritted his teeth, "You do stuff. And you say stuff. It makes me sick- I think you're doing it on purpose."

"Buddy, I'm not doing anything." you half-laughed, half-scoffed, "You're the one that came to me."

"Fuck." he groaned, turning around as he buried his head in his hands, "I hate you! You're smart, and witty, and popular, and pretty-"

A small grin crept its way onto your face as he continued rambling.

"You think I'm pretty?" 

He froze, caught off guard.

"I- uh, well, everyone knows... don't let it go to your head." he grumbled, averting his eyes to the side in a flustered manner.

"You know what I think?" you smirked teasingly as you took another step towards him.

"What?"

"I think you're blushing."

His eyes slowly widened in dread and the realisation that he could no longer run from his feelings took over.

You both stood in front of each other in silence, gazing longingly into each other's eyes.

"Of course, it just had to be you." he said in distress, "It always had to be you."

"I don't like it either, okay?" you trailed off, "This wasn't supposed to happen."

"No." Bakugo's eyes glinted dangerously, "You weren't supposed to do this to me."

He suddenly put his hands on your shoulders, his breathing uneven; You looked up at him unsurely.

And all of a sudden, he kissed you. You froze for a moment, not processing what was happening as Bakugo continued to let go of his emotions.

You found yourself kissing back, and the two of you moved in sync. It was heated; Angry even. Neither of you were thinking in this moment- you'd been battling your feelings for so long that it was freeing to just embrace them.

Bakugo's strong hands slid down to the small of your back, pushing you closer and deepening the kiss. 

But soon your competitive urge took over and you wanted to get higher ground. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, making him groan into your mouth and roughly grip your thighs.

Keeping your arms firmly around his neck, you lead the kiss as he walked side-to-side towards the bed.

Then you quickly put your hands on his chest and pushed forward, so that he stumbled backwards onto the sheets with you on top of him.

The blonde let out an involuntary whine as you rolled your hips against his crotch; You smirked teasingly; He seemed practically helpless as you started to grind against him, slowly turning into a whimpering mess. 

You moaned softly, feeling him harden underneath you.

Then all of a sudden, a flip switched in Bakugo's mind and he pushed you off of him. You lost your balance and fell back, supporting yourself on your elbows as you looked up at him in shock. If Bakugo knew you as well as he thought he did, he guessed you were going to insult him.

He got up on his knees and looked down at you, quickly removing his shirt. 

You bit your bottom lip as you studied his figure, before realising you should do the same. Bakugo helped you with your bra, your face heating up as he took it all in.

He immediately got down and grazed one of your nipples with his teeth, making you squirm under him. The blonde chuckled in amusement; You were being so controlling just a few moments ago and he found it funny seeing you instantly nervous and scared. He bit down and you inhaled sharply, making him laugh at your new-found helplessness.

He got up off of you and unzipped his pants in a rushed manner, throwing them to the floor as he climbed back on top.

"Shit, I forgot a condom." Bakugo groaned.

"It's okay," you shrugged beneath him, "Recovery Girl has all the third-year girls on the pill."

He glanced at you before lowering himself inside. 

You moaned into his mouth, tangling your fingers in his spiky hair as he kissed you strongly. He pulled out and went back in again, making your body immediately clench around him as a raw moan escaped his lips.

Bakugo didn't give you much time to adjust, already quickening his pace with every aggressive motion.

It was overwhelmingly painful and pleasurable at the same time, the mixture of the two polar sensations causing your eyes to water.

"Can you take it?" he asked, slight apprehension evident in his tone as he paused his movements momentarily.

You swallowed hard and nodded, blinking your tears back.

"Good girl."

You cried out as Bakugo sped up, hitting spots you didn't even know you had. The room was filled with the rhythmic creaks of the bed, your moans, and his occasional groan. 

Bakugo thought the over-stimulated expression on your face was enough to send him over the edge on its own.

He ploughed into you, pressing deeper and forcing your back to arch; And your mouth fell open as you threw your head back, but no sound came out.

He smirked as he continued at the same rate, watching you break down and struggle to say his name or even beg him to slow down.

"I-" 

"You what?" he pressed as you whined in response.

You shook your head, biting down hard on your bottom lip. You refused to give him the satisfaction.

Bakugo narrowed his eyes and moved one of his hands to your neck. You sucked in a sharp breath, glaring at him while he repeated his question.

When you didn't answer, he tightened his grip ever so slightly which made your eyes widen.

"Use your words." he said, a bit more forcefully.

You hated how he was making you bend to his will, when you had fully intended it to be the other way around. But you would be lying if you said you weren't into it.

"I- I'm gonna-" you attempted to get out through strained breaths and gags.

Bakugo released his grip on your neck and groaned as he sped up, reaching his high.

"Oh fuck," he moaned, "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

You both moaned as you came together, and Bakugo rode out his orgasm. He slumped down onto the covers in exhaustion. 

Your body was sore all over.

While you closed your eyes and regained your breath you could hear Bakugo's soft pants as he rolled onto his back next to you and stared at the ceiling.

You opened your eyes and glanced to the side, finding that he was already looking at you.

"I still hate you by the way." you murmured.

"Sure you do."