It had been a few days since the start of the infamous No Nut November (NNN), and Katsuki Bakugo was faring surprisingly well. Besides his fierce rallying of the Bakusquad, convincing Kirishima and the others to join him in the challenge, he showed an uncharacteristic level of self-control. It wasn't just a test of will; it was a show of pride. His competitive streak ran deeper than anyone realized.
On the other hand, Y/N wasn't nearly as invested in the challenge. In fact, she saw it as a prime opportunity to push Bakugo's buttons and ultimately break him. With a mischievous grin, she decided to have some fun, starting with light teases—a gentle brush of her fingers against his arm, playful nudges while they hung out with the squad, and stolen glances that spoke volumes.
But soon, Y/N kicked her game up a notch. She began sending him flirty messages during his patrols, bending the rules of appropriateness just enough to keep his mind racing while he was meant to be focused on his hero work. "How's it going, Bakugo? Miss me yet? 😉" And the more she sent, the more the tension built within him. He could feel his resolve tremble under the weight of her words.
However, it wasn't until the erotic pictures started pouring in that the stakes truly heightened. Each image was more daring than the last, her teasing outfits accentuating her curves in ways that made his heart race and his skin burn. Bakugo was a relentless force on the battlefield, but against Y/N's relentless allure, he felt like he was facing a different kind of peril—an exhausting, exhilarating one that threatened to consume him whole.
Days went by like this, each more electrifying than the last, yet his determination remained steadfast. Bakugo was sure of one thing: he wouldn't give in, no matter how enticing her strategies became.
But then, one fateful evening, everything changed.
Bakugo returned home after a long, taxing day, his head heavy with exhaustion. As he stepped through the door, his breath caught in his throat. There, lounging on his couch, was Y/N, wearing one of his favorite hoodies. It hung loosely on her figure, the fabric swallowed her curves but failed to conceal the enticing hint of skin beneath.
Bakugo's heart raced, his mind racing through the possibilities, but his resolve was already on the verge of shattering. "Y/N, what the hell are you doing?" he grumbled, trying to mask the utter chaos stirring within him.
"Just waiting for you, Bakugo," she cooed, a teasing smile gracing her lips. "I thought I'd make things a little more interesting tonight."
She leaned back, her posture relaxed yet dangerously inviting. His gaze immediately traveled to where the hoodie slipped slightly, revealing more than he had hoped to see. "This is entirely unfair," he whispered, trying to maintain his composure.
Y/N laughed softly, the sound sending shivers down his spine. "I told you, I'm committed to breaking your streak." She pouted slightly, her voice playful yet seductive. "Aren't you tired of being so strong all the time? It's okay to let loose, you know."
It was an innocent suggestion, but the way she spoke it sent an entirely different message. Bakugo's hands clenched into fists at his sides, torn between the desperate desire to hold her close and the nagging voice in his head reminding him of his resolve.
"I said I wasn't giving in," he replied, though his voice lacked the usual ferocity. The way she looked up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief, was enough to make the ground feel unsteady beneath his feet.
"Oh, Bakugo…" she purred, rising to her feet and closing the distance between them, "sometimes, the strongest heroes know when to let their guard down." Her hand found its way to his chest, fingers brushing against him so softly, his body felt like it was exploding with need.
A growl escaped his throat, his instincts fighting for control. "You're really pushing it, you know?" he warned, but his voice faltered as she pressed even closer.
"Maybe I want you to push back," she whispered, eyes dark and inviting. The tension thickened; the air in the room crackled with energy as conflicting emotions surged through him.
And just like that, the dam broke. All at once, Bakugo found his hands gripping her waist, pulling her against him with an intensity that took them both by surprise. Y/N's lips curled upwards as he leaned down, their foreheads nearly touching, breaths mingling in the charged atmosphere.
"What the hell did you do to me?" he muttered, the playful edge of his voice lost to urgency.
"Just a little fun," she replied, a smirk illuminating her face. "But I think you're ready for a little more than that now."
With one final glance into her deep, enticing eyes, Bakugo felt that challenge slip away. The armor he'd built around his heart melted. Y/N's teasing nature had succeeded in breaking him down, and all that remained was a stirring need that demanded to be fulfilled.
And in that moment, strength took on a whole new meaning.