Her fingers fumbled with each other as she stared at her hands, silently cursing her best friend. Y/n's eyes wandered towards the paper she was holding , looking at the time once again, assuring she was at the right place. Surely enough, she was. When she unwillingly agreed to come to this dinner, she wasn't expecting expecting to arrive at a gated apartment block, with perfectly trimmed hedges and a spotless exterior. Yet there she was.

Begrudgingly she stepped out the car, bringing herself one step closer to the dinner from hell.  Silently, she just hoped the explosive blonde would tell her to go home, and ridicule her for even showing.

In the time between the present and the hero meet up, Y/n had done some research on the boy. Katsuki Bakugo, 25. He had graduated as one of the top of his year from UA's hero course, and had quickly rose to fame in heroing world. Within a few years he easily had managed to make it to top 10, before last year being declared Number 2. His quirk was explosions, something that seemed very fitting to the h/c girl considering his personality.

Y/n hovered her fist over the mahogany door, tempted to just turn around and forget all about the boy and dinner. But she knew if she did that, Ayumi's already fragile temper would explode. With a final sigh, her fist met the door.

knock knock

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Bakugo grunted as he stood up to go answer the door, he was still slightly in dismay that his red-headed best friend has signed him up for this. He had hoped the girl wouldn't turn up, and he could enjoy his night off in peace, yet those two sharp bangs on the door had told him other wise. His hand hesitantly wrapped around the handle before he opened the door.

"Boom boy," Y/n said holding up a bottle of red wine to the boy.

"Bitch," Bakugo retorted, moving to the side and gesturing her in with his hand. Y/n entered the apartment, her eyes gazing pensively across the room. Bakugo took the bottle from her hands, staring at it with a grimace, "wine?"

"Why got a problem with it?" The h/c girl replied while turning around, a teasing glint in her eye. The boy took this as an opportunity to look at the girl, the way her black skirt revealed her perfectly sculpted legs and the way her top complimented her figure; as much as he hated to admit it she looked good,

"Maybe I do," He placed the bottle on the side before taking the girls coat and hanging it onto a nearby hook. "can I offer you a drink?"

"I'm sure you can."

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As much as she hated to admit it, he was a good cook. At first when he had said dinner would be curry, she had worried that it would be too mild or too hot- but he nailed it. The spices and seasonings bringing the dish to life made it hard for the girl to believe he had even made it

"This is like- really good," Y/n exclaimed, a hand covering her mouth as she swallowed her final mouthful, "are you sure you made it?"

"What's that supposed to mean you damned extra?" Bakugo irked, his eyes narrowing at Y/n as he took another sip of his beer, "Of course I made it."

Y/n sighed as she drank some of her own drink, "Well I suppose I can forgive you for being a huge dick," she placed the glass down, a mischievous smirk spreading across her face, "if you beg."

"You have to be fucking with me."

"I'm fucking with you," she laughed, taking yet another sip "plus I probably didn't have to be such a bitch."

"You're telling me that?" he scoffed, taking the empty plate from her and placing it into the dishwater, "I experienced it first hand."

"Okay, did realise you were such a saint mr.'I'll kill you'." standing up from her seat she turnt to the blonde boy, as his glare hardened,

"I don't know why you're acting like such an angel, miss.'you're not that good at your job'." The tension between the two was quickly escalating from playful to aggressive, as they both found themselves getting aggravated at the other.

"Fuck you Katsuki Bakugo."

"Well fuck me then."

"Maybe I will..."

-a/n:holy water advised-

The two found themselves throwing each other at each other, their lips colliding and dancing in unison. Bakugo found himself wrapping his arm around her waist, drawing her closer while the other held her neck. Y/n combed her fingers through the blondes unkempt, unruly hair as their tongues began fight for dominance.

Bakugo lifted the h/c girl by her thighs, bringing her towards the sofa, their lips never leaving each other. He hovered above where she sat, one leg between her own and the other at her side, keeping him propped up as he began to explore her neck with his mouth.

Y/n gasped against his lips as she felt his hands reach beneath her skirt into her pants, his fingers circling and teasing her entrance. Bakugo couldn't help but smirk as he felt her moan against his lips as his fingered entered into her; pumping in and out, each bringing new waves of pleasure to the girl.

Tired of being teased, Y/n pushed against the boy, flipping him onto the sofa. As she sat on the boys lap, her lips began to nip and nibble at his neck as her hands fumbled with him belt buckle. Trailing her hands underneath his shirt her hands caressed his chest, trailing towards his pants where she began to pull them down. "Wait-"

"What?"Y/n asked her hands freezing as her eyes met his crimson ones.

"Do you have protection?" The girl just gave him a smile in return, reaching onto the floor into her bag pulling out a wrapper. Ripping it open, she slowly began to put it on, her hand massaging his length as she did.

Pulling onto his hair, Y/n began to insert him into herself, her breath hitching as he continued to plunge deeper. Y/n started to bob up and down rhythmically, sending pulses of pleasure throughout the two. Bakugo held onto her waist, guiding her as she continued to ride him, her moans being muffled by his mouth.

"Fuck-" Bakugo huffed as he began to feel himself release as Y/n continued- allowing him to ride out his climax and brining herself to her own. The two found themselves sweating and huffing as they looked at each other.