The humid air hung heavy around the training grounds, thick with the scent of sweat and ozone. Y/N leaned against the doorway of the gymnasium, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she watched Katsuki Bakugo obliterate a line of training dummies. Explosions ripped through the air, each one a testament to Bakugo's raw power and unwavering focus.
He was a sight to behold – muscles coiled tight beneath his tank top, sweat plastering his spiky blonde hair to his forehead, his crimson eyes burning with an almost frightening intensity.
Y/N suppressed a grin. He was so easy to rile up, especially when he was trying to concentrate. The urge to tease him was almost irresistible.
"Having fun, Bakugo?" she called out, her voice deliberately sweet.
Bakugo didn't even glance her way. He just roared and launched another explosion, incinerating the last dummy. "Get lost, Y/N! I'm trying to train."
Her grin widened. "Oh, I know. You're doing a fantastic job of it. All that… explosive energy." She emphasized the word with a playful lilt.
He finally turned, his expression a thundercloud. "What do you want?" he growled, stalking towards her.
"Just admiring the view," she said innocently, letting her eyes trace the line of his jaw, the curve of his biceps. "You're looking particularly… ripped today, Bakugo."
His cheeks flushed a barely perceptible red. "Shut up."
Y/N pushed off the doorframe and strolled closer, ignoring the simmering fury radiating off him. "What? Can't handle a little compliment?" She reached out and lightly touched his shoulder, her fingers lingering just a little too long. "You know, all this training must be exhausting. Maybe you need a massage…"
He flinched away from her touch, his eyes narrowed. "Don't touch me," he snarled.
"Or what?" she teased, leaning closer until she could feel the heat radiating from his body. "You gonna explode?"
He took a deep breath, visibly fighting for control. "I'm warning you, Y/N…"
She giggled, a low, throaty sound that seemed to grate on his nerves. "Oh, I'm so scared." She reached out again, this time tracing the line of his neck with a delicate finger. "You know, you're all tense. I could help you with that…"
That was it. The dam burst.
With a guttural roar, Bakugo grabbed her wrist, his grip surprisingly gentle despite his barely contained rage. "That's it! I've had enough of your games."
Before she could even react, he was dragging her towards the locker rooms.
"Hey! What are you doing?" she protested, a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins.
He didn't answer, just kept pulling her along, his grip tightening with each step. The click of his boots against the concrete floor echoed in the sudden silence.
He shoved her through the locker room door, the metal clanging shut behind them. The room was empty, the air thick with the smell of sweat and disinfectant.
Y/N stumbled, regaining her balance as she faced him. He stood there, breathing heavily, his chest heaving. His eyes, usually so sharp and focused, were now dark and turbulent, filled with a mixture of anger and something else… something that made her pulse quicken.
"Bakugo…" she began, but he cut her off.
"You think this is funny, huh?" he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You think you can just come here and mess with me? Push me around?"
"I… I wasn't trying to…" she stammered, suddenly feeling a little less confident.
He took a step closer, trapping her against the lockers. "Oh, really? Because it sure as hell felt like it."
He reached out and braced his hands on either side of her head, effectively caging her in. She could feel the heat of his body radiating against hers, the frantic beat of his heart mirroring her own.
"You have no idea how hard it is to focus when you're around," he whispered, his voice rough. "You're a damn distraction."
"Maybe that's the point," she whispered back, meeting his intense gaze.
His eyes flickered down to her lips, and she knew, with a certainty that sent shivers down her spine, that he was going to kiss her.
He lowered his head, his breath ghosting across her face. "You have no idea what you're doing to me," he muttered, just before his lips crashed against hers.
The kiss was raw and urgent, a desperate release of pent-up frustration and desire. He kissed her hard, demanding, his tongue plunging into her mouth, tasting, claiming. She responded in kind, meeting his passion with a fierce intensity of her own.
He pulled her closer, his hands sliding down her back, pressing her against him until she could feel every hard line of his body. The lockers dug into her back, but she barely noticed. All she could feel was him.
The kiss deepened, becoming more frantic, more desperate. He tugged at her shirt, impatiently pulling it over her head. She reciprocated, fumbling with the hem of his tank top until it was gone, revealing his sculpted abs.
The locker room air crackled with unspoken desire. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, sending shivers of pleasure through her. She moaned softly, arching her back to give him better access.
He moved lower, kissing her collarbone, her chest. She gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
He trailed kisses down her stomach, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips. She shuddered, her legs feeling weak beneath her.
"Bakugo…" she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He looked up at her, his eyes burning with desire. "Say it," he growled. "Say my name."
"Katsuki," she breathed, her voice thick with passion.
The sound of her voice, the way she said his name, seemed to ignite something within him. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her towards the bench.
He laid her down gently, his body hovering over hers. He kissed her again, his hands exploring every inch of her skin.
The rest of the afternoon was a blur of tangled limbs, stolen kisses, and whispered words. The locker room, once sterile and impersonal, became a sanctuary, a place where they could shed their inhibitions and give in to their desires.
Later, as they lay entangled on the bench, their bodies slick with sweat, Y/N traced the outline of his jaw with her finger.
"So," she said softly, a playful glint returning to her eyes. "Was that a punishment, or a reward?"
Bakugo smirked, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "Maybe a little of both," he said, pulling her closer. "But mostly… it was just inevitable."
He kissed her again, a slow, lingering kiss that promised more to come. And Y/N, wrapped in his arms, knew that she wouldn't have it any other way. The teasing might have started it, but the fire between them was something real, something powerful, something that was just beginning to burn. And she was more than ready to let it consume her.