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Bakugo who eats you out because he lost a bet, smut

It all started with a bet. It was this specific chaotic type of bet that you throw over your shoulder when agitated. The one that comes pistoling out of your lips as soon as it comes to your mind, or even earlier, a fog of war limits your common sense.

This was often the case with Katsuki Bakugo who was world widely known as the most annoying person on earth.

Okay, maybe he stood on this podium only in your world (others deemed Denki as the most insufferable) but it was enough to fire the never ending quarrels.

The two of you were similar in many senses, none of which would ever admit. Despite you being way less aggressive, you had your ways of getting under other peoples’ skin when displeased. You had this fighting spirit and competitive nature that could tune well with Katsuki’s. Unfortunately it most often sang off-key.

It was hard to tell what he thought about you. On one hand you’d say he definitely disliked you, to some point maybe? If he did dislike you he wouldn’t keep you around the small circle of his friends. Katsuki proved that he could push away anyone he wished to, no matter the circumstances. That’s what happened with Deku.

So Katsuki Bakugo disliked the fact that he liked you. Or he liked to dislike you. Either way you fought, ebbed and always surged back. Oh, and bets?

I bet you won’t even make it halfway before the time is up. He throws when he passes you down the hallway, spotting you bending your back over a book, minutes before the exam.

I bet your lovely friend will come looking for you soon. You snicker leaving him in the kitchen of the house party you’re both at. He’s currently hiding from a bimbo who really tries to ask him out and doesn’t take no for an answer.

I bet your mum dropped you when you were little.

I bet Miruko will kick your ass over this.

I bet they’ll send this essay back. It’s shit.

I bet it’ll die in this sunlight.

“Huh.” He knit his brows together, throwing you a nasty look. “Old hag didn’t say anything. It looks like it needs light.”

You were currently in his dorm room, analysing a small plant his mother left him. It was tiny, in a small ceramic pot, with three juicy green leaves poking out of the fresh soil.

“Well, I bet it’ll die if you put it in this sun.” You threw, shrugging your shoulders.

“Okay. If I win you’ll shut the fuck up for a single day around me. No words, not even a squeak.”

With the eye of your imagination you could see Katsuki pestering you for a whole day while you’d be unable to fire back. Yet, you had nothing to worry about. The little dude on the windowsill will bear three of four days before wittering. It’s the type that needs more shade.

“Fine. And if I win you can eat my ass.”

He chuckled, throwing a not happening over his shoulder before ushering you to work you both had to do.

A week later you were back in his room. It was a pleasant place to work in - clean, quiet, and always stocked with tea and coffee. Unlike you, Katsuki had the luxury of a single room which always soured your mood when he rubbed it in your face.

You were resting in his desk chair, legs crossed and organising a bunch of sources you were about to use later in your dissertation. It was the least pleasant part of writing essays. Finding academic sources in the library or browsing for them on the internet was not half bad. One could get in the swing of it after some time. And it made you feel like a real student all book heavy bags in a spacious bibliotheca.

Organising them later though? A pain in the ass.

“-by the way.” You caught only the ending of his sentence.

“Huh?” Turning around you spotten Katsuki looking at something in the far end of his room.

There was a closet there, one that didn’t quite reach the ceiling but was massive in shape. Atop of it sat the little dude in his sweet ceramic pot. Unfortunately all that was left of his three juicy leaves was one stem fighting for its life.

You clapped your hands in satisfaction, cracking a victorious laugh.

“Told you.” Fake wiping a tear from your cheek, you turned back to the desk and searched for the box you were about to tick off the long list. “Give it some more water and time. It will be fine.”

“So.” You felt him standing behind you. His shadow disrupted your writing.

“So?” Once again you turned around in his chair, cocking your brow in question.

“You won.” He crossed his arms, tapping his foot on the soft carpet in irritation.

You nodded your head with a grin but still ruffled. “Yes, and?”

“And you told me I can eat your ass.”

“Oh yeah, stuff your stupid mouth full.” You laughed but he yanked you by the arm, standing you up.

He dropped to his knees, pushing your bottom into the rim of his desk. With a shit eating grin he slipped his fingers into the sides of your trousers, grazing the bare skin of your hips underneath them.

“What the fuck dude?” You cursed, grabbing his forehead like the one of a misbehaved dog, trying to pacify him.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” The grin never left his face as he waited for your words, digging his nails into your skin.

It would be a lie to say that you never ever thought of him that way. Of course he was pretty, with his naturally fair hair that gave him a punk kind of look. With his body carved out like a marble statue. With a grin that made people both want to slap him and fawn over him.

Yes, it did cross your mind that he would be a pleasant view in the bed. Who with a sound mind wouldn’t think of that. Maybe people who weren’t attracted to-

No, it was a normal thought to have, one that may occur when you’re alone under the shower or in bed. You just often appreciate the beauty of your friends. Mina’s also cute and Kirishima is bulked as hell. It was a rational train of thoughts.

So why wasn’t your rational mind telling your hand to push him away just now? Why were you looking at his face, so close to your clothed cunt and feeling excitement bubble in your veins.

Tell me to stop and I will.

And you never did. So he pushed you to sit on the desk, pulling both your trousers and pants down at the same time. You kicked the air a few times to get rid of them but they hung from one of your ankles. It didn’t matter because his face was at its place. God bless you showered before coming here because you could have second thoughts otherwise.

“Okay, whatever the fuck you want, psycho.” You breathed as he lapped at your clit, still looking up at you.

His fingers creeped towards the inner side of your tight and you slapped him over the head.

“Uh, uh. I told you you could eat me out, not finger me. Yesterday you didn’t seem like the one to take shortcuts.” You spat, drinking up his frustration and slight… shame? Like a kid who did something wrong and got caught red handed.

“Fine.” He muttered pushing his tongue inside you. “It won’t take long anyway.” The grin was back on his face.

It indeed didn’t take long as soon, your legs were shutting tightly around his face. You weren’t even looking down anymore, the sight was a turn on but you were already overdriven. Your competitive nature was in a bliss and your head played fucking Katsuki Bakugo, on his fucking knees, between my fucking legs over and over like a broken record. You didn’t want to spoil your fun by thinking he may be having a merrier time than you.

Not now, not when you’re so close and his palms are grabbing your tights, fingers digging into your muscles so much it would hurt if not the tension. Edging your release, you grabbed his hair in a tight fist pushing him in more, crossing your legs like it would take an “open, sesame!” to undo them.

At last, with a final short breath you came chuckling and moaning. A Katsuki may have slipped past your lips but only once.

He tore your legs open, panting like he just finished a marathon. Looking down you covered your lips to hide the laugh. His face was wet, smeared all over with what was a mixture of you both. His cheeks were heavy with blood, an intense red cutting out on his pale face. Classically, his brows were knit together.

“Did you have to make such a mess?” The blonde stood up and went to his bathroom. You caught a glimpse of the bulge in his pants.

The sound of the faucet reached your ears.

“I’m not gonna say sorry. You asked for it.” And you were pretty good at it. No. Such praise would kill your ego.

The water stopped running and you heard him stomp back. You pulled your trousers on quickly, suddenly feeling awfully naked. What would happen now? Your casual friend just ate your pussy like it was his last meal before a death sentence, and you were supposed to go back to organising the sources.

You felt a hard push to the back of your head.

“Stop thinking about it and get back out.”

Eh?!

Time went on quickly and in a weird manner. A huge something was in the air but you couldn’t find a way to bring the topic up. Why did you eat my pussy out of the blue? Was it really just about the bet? Were you feeling horny and I just so happened to be there? Are we fwb now? Do you like me?

Scratch the last one. The man gave you a headache ever since his own head left your tights. Also, he was nowhere to be found. Katsuki didn’t respond to texts, he was absent from the gym during his usual hours, and his dorm room was closed. You couldn’t just go to Kirishima and say: hey, I’m trying to figure out why Katsuki gave me head, wanna help?

The moment you run into his fleeting ass, you're gonna squeeze out the answer.

An opportunity came soon when you spotted him sneaking into the laundry room. It was a cramped space with washing machines and dryers. Fortunately, you had little thieves around dorms so people usually left their washing while it was in progress. There was a big chance you’d be alone.

Running to the door you yanked them open and rushed inside. Indeed, it was only him crouched to the lowest washing machine, putting mostly black clothes inside.

“You’re here for round two?” He smirked and you gasped.

It took you by surprise, you expected yelling or awkwardness. Nevermind. You shook off your initial stumble.

“Can you explain what the fuck do you mean by all this?” You gestured in the air as if all this was a laundry basket and an empty bottle of washing liquid scattered on the floor.

Katsuki hummed, shrugging his shoulders. He dropped the halfway loaded laundry on the floor and crawled closer to you, gripping your hips in a familiar manner. This time, you were wearing a skirt. Your back hit the door.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.” It fell from his lips as if he was asking whether you want vanilla or chocolate ice-cream.

Your mind ran in circles like a hamster in its ball. Start a fuss and possibly fight with Katsuki or let him do his thing and cum? Uhh.

He took your panties off completely, throwing them into his washing machine but left your skirt. Halfway in, when your chest was heaving and hips pushed further and further away from the door you heard a sound on the other side.

The doorknob shook and there was a mumble on the outside. You dug your feet into the ground and Katsuki put one of his hands to shut it closed. Yet, he didn’t stop what he was doing. Both of your palms also pushed into the thin wood making you unable to quiet the panting and loud gulps. You bit your lip and it would break if something wasn’t stuffed inside your mouth.

Taking a sharp breath through your nose, you smelled him. He stuffed your mouth with one of the shirts from his laundry. You threw him a dirty look from above to which he only smirked, going back down.

“It’s locked.” The muffled voice on the other side said.

“Maybe maintenance.” A different one answered.

When they were gone, you could finally cum, biting hard into Katsuki’s shirt. You steadied yourself on a drier afterwards while he wiped his mouth with a spare T-shirt before throwing all the leftover laundry inside the washing machine and starting it.

“My pants.” You breathed out, you were still coming back to earth.

“Ops.” He threw and with a single long stride, escaped the murder scene.

Your walk of shame in the short skirt, without panties on was long.

The third time you could talk to him happened only a day later.

You were studying with Kirishima, or more like tutoring him for free, in the library. Kirishima also had a single room in the dorms but his was far more trashy and you didn’t crave to spend time in that man cave. Instead you booked a private study room. It had a small round table, a few chairs and switches to plug in electric devices.

Halfway through your study Kirishima stated he needed to go to the bathroom. You nodded and the man left. Only after a minute did you hear the door open once more.

“A line in the mens’? Unbelievable.” You chuckled but upon looking up, you were met with a nasty grin.

“Kirishima told me you guys were studying.” He cornered you. “You know the deal.”

Katsuki slipped behind your chair as you whipped your head around to stop him. He placed both of his hands on your shoulders, surprisingly gentle.

“Just tell me to stop.”

Oh fuck you you pretty bastard. Is what you thought.

“Oh fuck you.” Is what you said and you wanted to add something but he pushed your upper half into the table simultaneously yanking the chair from under your butt.

It took a lick for your knees to get kinda soft and your morale to stumble between being a decent person or getting this unbelievably lucky chance for a third time.

“Can we at least do it after I finish with Kiri? I can come to your room as quickly as I am able to.” You whispered.

“Or you can call the dumbass and buy me a few minutes.” Katsuki muttered between your folds.

You cursed under your breath and grabbed your phone. Pick up, pick up, pick up, goddamn. Kirishima could be back any second. Although nothing terrible would happen if he came in on you, it would be embarrassing like hell. Finally, you heard his voice on the other side of the line.

“I’m just coming back, literally wait a second-”

“No!” You shouted into the device. “I mean.”

Katsuki seemed to slow down between your tights. Good, the bastard is not stupid and he cut you some slack this time.

“I’m sorry but I just really need a coffee, I thought you’d still be somewhere around the entrance.” You pieced together a makeshift excuse.

“I can go back. ‘Ts the least I can do for your help.” Kirishima laughed so genuinely it made you feel slightly bad for playing him like this.

“Yeah, uh, it really is boring like hell.” You laughed. The whole phone call made you unable to focus on Katsuki who was behind you and you really wanted to go back to minding him. “If I can be honest it would be lovely if you could bring me coffee from that cafe down and opposite of the library. You know which. I slept really bad and need their double espresso.” Kiri, please just say yes!

“Of course, anything for you.”

That sweetheart. Kirishima was really the perfect man, contrary to Katsuki who just now, at the very end of your call, decided to be an absolute asshole.

You felt two of his fingers push past your entrance and force your walls open. A breath got caught in your throat.

“Okay thanks, bye!” You smashed the end call button. “What the fuck are you do-”

But he was turning you around, lapping his tongue over your clit, moving his fingers in and out of your cunt all of which with closed eyes and a blissful look on his face. You gave in, because it felt so good.

After a while you finished all over his face, for the third time this week.

“I told you not to finger me.” You complained, dressing yourself in fear of Kirishima being too neat in his mission to get you coffee.

“I know and I didn’t like it. So I had to distract you.” He smirked, resting his hip on the table.

At that moment, Kirishima came inside with two paper cups, steam escaping the small opening in the lids.

“Oh, hi dude! I didn’t think you’d come here. I’d buy you coffee too.” Kirishima chirped.

“Forget about it, I was supposed to do something anyway. Just came in to say hi.” The blonde flicked his hand in the air. “Oh, and if you want-” He turned to you. “You can come to my room later and finish what we were talking about.” With that he slipped past the door leaving you with a grimace and Kirishima with a dumbfounded expression.

“What were you guys talking about?” The redhead asked.

“Nothing important, just about transplanting a small plant his mum gave him. I’ll help him later, he has already managed to nearly kill it.”

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katsusoul · 19 hours

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title: mini me

pairings: boyfriend!katsuki x girlfriend!reader

katsuki thinks it's cute how you adopt his habits, calling you his mini-me.

note: this has been sitting in my drafts for foreverrr, no proofread im sleepy

everyone called katsuki a bad influence on you, he cursed, was rude, and dressed baggy.

they were right, at least about his influence, because you two now mirrored eachother to a scary point. that's what dating since high school would do to a person i guess.

your once carefully crafted reputation, not wanting to offend others and caring deeply about others opinions of you was gone, replaced with a brute force reminiscent of your boyfriend.

interviewers we're now more careful with you, you'd tell them to fuck off if they pissed you off, and you'd leave if you got annoyed. before, youd stand awkwardly and avoid the questions, now they're luck if they manage to get halfway through it.

you strive to be the best now, you expect nothing but the best from yourself. you find competition easily, choosing a rival and beating them at any costs. you don't like being told what to do anymore, it seems patronizing when compared to your boyfriend who'd bend the world to his will before he'd make you lift up a finger.

you wore skull themed t-shirts now just because they reminded you of him. jirou once asked you what your favorite song was from the group, but you honestly didn't even know it was one.

you and him thought similarly now. with less than a look you two knew what the other was thinking, even laughing at the same mental image without uttering even a breath.

katsuki had started calling you his mini-me once you cursed out a man on the street, telling him to 'die'. he felt like a proud mother as he watched you stand up for yourself, though he was always at the ready to stand in.

he called you it proudly when you got headlined for making a villain cry while fighting him, what you said? he doesn't even wanna hear it.

though, he did call you it once (deragatory) because you'd started to make the cutting hand side under your neck when you got in an argument with him.

he didn't like the taste of his own medicine, but he did like the taste of you so he kissed that expression off your face. easy win.

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katsusoul · 22 hours

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Not Just Friends - 12 -

M.List : Previous Part : 2.4k words

Childhood best friends turned into something more, at least with the label. Katsuki Bakugo, a fast-rising hero and fast-learning guy who is ever so slow in getting attached to and loving someone. Even three long years into a relationship, and your friends even forget you're even dating. Nothing happening, spare a few kisses.. like 3 kisses, during high school. Graduated and living together, and you guys have done absolutely nothing to further the relationship. Are you sure you're not just friends? Also not edited!! CW: Smut, brief domestic violence discussion, virginity loss, aggressive flirting from creeps, gore with pro hero stuff (lmk if i missed any) Applies to all chapters regardless of it is in said chapter.

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The nurse glanced at you sideways as you walked into the clinic behind Katsuki. "It'd be easiest if you could wait in the waiting room," she motioned in the direction after stopping in front of you.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, "She's fine."

"Are you-"

"Yes," he huffed, motioning for the nurse to lead the rest of the way to the room.

She asked all the small questions, took his temperature and blood pressure in an orderly procedure, and told you the doctor would be in soon.

"Fuckin' hate the doctors," he grumbled, crossing his arms and slouching.

"I know," you patted his knee, "But this one could mean a lot for us."

"Makes it feel like my dick don't work."

You snorted a laugh, covering your mouth with your hand, "I think it would work fine if your hands weren't trying to kill me.

He frowned, "'m not tryna kill you.

"No- that's not what I meant-"

The doctor knocked on the door, greeting Katsuki warmly before giving you an odd look. "Need your girlfriend to watch over you?" he teased, having known Katsuki since he was 15.

"She wants to hear this shit," Katsuki shrugged.

He looked through his notes, "Last time we discussed the watch limiting your quirk, and you want to talk about it more, correct?"

"Yeah, just wanna know if I can partially have my quirk off with it," Katsuki got straight to the point.

"What's the purpose of having it off again?"

You went red in the face, giving Katsuki a glare as you knew what he was going to say. "Can't do shit with my hands if my adrenaline is acting up," he glared at you back. Having the unspoken face that told you, you should know he wouldn't embarrass you like that.

The doctor glanced between you two, a knowing look in his eyes when he nodded, "I don't think it'll be too harmful if you limit your quirk, just have at least a tenth of it still there so your heart stays beating."

Katsuki smirked, ideas clearly running wild, "That it?"

"You should get bloodwork done for the first three months of doing this occasionally to see how you're doing, as well as measure your blood pressure at home," your doctor added, "Other than that, unless you have more questions, you're free to go."

You thanked the doctor before leaving the room, making an appointment for blood work at the front desk before heading to your car. Buzzing in excitement as you walked to the car, unable to discuss it with the people glancing at you on your way out.

Katsuki opened the car door for you. "Thank you," you smiled sideways at him, going to step into the door.

He was near you enough to whisper in your ear, "You're gonna be saying that a lot soon."

You flushed red, stopping your motion until he placed a hand at the small of your back, pushing you into the car and closing the door behind you. He opened his door quickly and sat before adjusting his watch. "What are you doing?"

"You think I'm waiting till we get home?"

"Oh," you mouthed, excitement lighting up your senses as you watched him turn his quirk down. Before he grabbed your face and pulled you to meet him halfway. Rough connecting your lips before sliding his hand to cradle the back of your head.

"You have no idea what I've been thinking of doin'," he mumbled against your lips.

"Yeah?" you egged on, a fire was lit underneath you at the idea of more.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you," he said between kisses, his other hand moving to grab your waist, pulling your body further into his direction.

"I don't think we have enough room," you said breathlessly, parting ways to catch some air.

He looked around the car, reaching his hand under his seat and making it move back and away from the wheel. "There."

"There?"

"Fuckin'," he grumbled, reaching to pull you in, "C'mere."

He pulled you into his lap with no argument on your side. Meeting you with a kiss once you place your knees on both sides of his hips. Grabbing onto your hips roughly to tug you into him. "Are you sure we should be doing this here?" you questioned through huffs of breaths, being kissed breathlessly.

"Shades up and I got window tint," he pressed kisses into your neck, "Don't wanna wait any longer."

"Surprised you didn't jump me in the doctor's office," you pant a laugh, grabbing onto his hair when he bit at your collarbone.

"Me too."

His hands slid off your hips and palmed your ass roughly pulling you down to meet his hips. Groaning when you ran over his length in the process. The warmth of you meeting him perfectly. You matched his movements, pressing your core into him as you ground your hips over him. Panting out a groan when his tip caught on your clit, moving to kiss him more.

Letting the passion of the movement work its way through the kiss.

"Wanna make you cum," he muttered against your lips.

You hummed, sliding your tongue against his lips.

"Ever since you-" he cut himself off with a groan, "Since you jerked me off."

"So not before?" you joked.

He bit your lip sharply for a second, "You know I wanted you before."

"Feels better to hear it," you mumbled against his lips, letting your eyes flutter open as you moved to look at him, "I wanna feel you." You moved a hand to run down his stomach, teasing his waistband.

His hand fumbled off you, moving between the door and you before he reclined his seat back. Making you fumble forward.

"I don't think we have enough space Kats," you laughed.

"Get back there," he pushed on your ass to guide you more into the backseat. Moving his seat back up when you did, quickly getting out of the car to move his seat up so he could get in the back with you. The two-door car gave hardly enough space before he crowded into you.

"What's your plan now?"

He glared at his car, shifting himself while grabbing at you to pull you in his lap again, careful of the roof of the car.

"Kat's-"

"Lemme eat you out," he made eye contact with you, face plain as he kneaded at your thighs.

"What-"

"Come on, it's all we have space for," he squeezed at your thighs again.

You eyed the space, "I don't think we do- how do you expect to-"

He manhandles you to lay back onto the console, ass uncomfortable between the two seats as you place your hands on them to prop yourself up. "Like this."

"Kats- I'm not sitting in this position for fifteen minutes-"

"You think Imma take that long?"

"Yes? You've never done this before."

"Thought 'bout it a lot."

"So? That's not the same. What happened to the you who wanted to follow the bases?"

"Want me to finger you instead? It'll take longer," he furrowed his brows, grabbing at your back so you weren't placed awkwardly anymore.

"You don't know how to do that either-"

He rolled his eyes, "I watched you get off. I know the basics."

You flushed red, "I had a vibrator-"

"I have a tongue?" he raised his brow.

"Five minutes," you gave in, "If I don't cum by then, we have to go home. I'm not sitting like that for that long."

He smirked, "Challenging me?"

"Maybe?" you smiled nervously. The nerves of the situation creeping up on you.

He kissed you roughly, letting the thoughts leave your mind as he slowly leaned you back down on the console. His lips trailed over your neck before he pulled back. Grabbing the waistband of your pants and pulling them off as quickly as space allows. His eyes locking on your underwear.

A pair of panties you bought as a joke forever ago with Mina, who thought it'd be hilarious if he saw you wearing Dynamight-themed underwear. Though she didn't know you didn't do that stuff.

"Really?"

You moved to close your legs, "Hey if you don't like it I can go wear Denki's-"

"No," he glared at you grabbing your thighs to open them again, "So stupid."

"Hey-"

"Shuddup, I like em," his hand traced the lace that surrounded the edges in your inner thigh. His thumb running roughly between your slit.

"Oh my god," you gasped out, letting your head fall back and closing your eyes. Focusing on the feeling of him.

He repeated the action again, pushing at your opening slightly before trailing back up to rub a quick circle on your clit.

"Don't tease," you hissed when he didn't make progress, "Five minutes."

"Don't rush me," he huffed, moving himself closer to your center than before, "I wanna enjoy this too."

You sucked in a breath when you felt him place a light kiss on your inner thigh, moving to bite it right after.

Trailing kissed on each thigh the same before he lightly pressed a kiss on your clit over your panties. You twitching in response.

His hands moved to grope at your ass and thighs before slipping your underwear off. "Fuck," he exhaled.

"Kats," you whined, embarrassment and need clouding your senses.

"I gotchu baby," he kissed your thigh again, his hand moving to work at your clit in the meantime. Rubbing tight circles over you just like you did with the vibrator forever ago.

Before you knew it, he was placing a light kiss on your clit. The texture of his mouth shocking you. Arching into his touch. Whimpering out when you heard him moan in return. Moving to place harder kisses at your clit before moving to lick at you.

Fully making out with your clit as you curled over the console. "Holy fuck."

Everything your friends said about oral was true, only the good things though.

His hands were squeezing at you roughly before he trailed a hand to meet his mouth. Tracing his fingers over your pussy, gathering any spit or your slick before he gently moved to push one in you.

Your head snapped down to look at him at the feeling, meeting his sharp eyes in response. His eyes fluttered to roll back when you clenched in reply to the eye contact. Seeing him absolutely lose himself in you was mesmerizing.

He pumped his finger slowly before he slipped in another. Mindlessly pumping you full with his fingers as he watched your reactions for more.

Taking notice of any extra noise you made or the small twitch of your thighs when his fingers hit just right.

"Oh my god just like that Katsuki," you whimpered out when he started hitting your g-spot, his tongue tracing over your clit just right.

His fingers felt so much better than yours, he was able to reach you in all the ways you couldn't.

Your hand moved off the seat, shifting the weight onto your other hand so you could grip his hair. Holding his hair back so you could fully see his eyes. They were half-lidded and fluttering slightly at any extra tug you added to his hair, closing fully when he got wrapped in the taste of you.

Turning his full focus onto your clit.

"I'm gonna," you moaned, "Kats-"

You jolted in his hold, watching how his eyes locked onto your facial expression before you violently came over his fingers. Shuttering at any extra movement he worked you through.

Helping you slowly come down from your high.

"4 minutes," he muttered as he slowly rubbed over your thigh, pulling your upper body to rest on his instead of awkwardly laying on the center console.

"Hm?"

"I got you to come in 4, 15 my ass," he huffed.

"Really Kats?" you laughed, moving on his lap.

"Had to prove a point."

"Hm? Was that point that you cum your pants at the taste of me?" you teased, feeling the slick wet patch on his sweat pants.

"Sure," his eyes were half-lidded as he leaned to kiss you again, not denying in the slightest that you got to him that bad.

You pulled back from the kiss slowly. Soaking in the way you both looked, blinking softly, out of breath, and fully in love.

"I'm glad you can wear that watch again," you mumbled softly.

"Like cuming that much?"

You slapped his arm lightly, "No- well yes- but I'm glad I can be close to you," you confessed.

He hummed at you, kneading the fat of your thighs, "Me too."

"I love you," you whispered. Cause him to smile slightly before kissing you softly, saying what he wanted to without words.

"Can we go home?" he shifted uncomfortably.

"Why?"

He looked down, "Ain't the comfiest right now."

"Oh my god am I too heavy-" you rushed to get off him

"No," he rolled his eyes, "I just don't wanna sit with cum in my pants."

"Oh!"

You flushed as you got out of his lap, letting him move himself in the driver's seat awkwardly as you placed yourself into the passenger seat. Eyeing his crotch slightly, seeing the faint change of color in his sweatpants.

"Fuck off."

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The both of you went up to your apartment awkwardly, having you placed in front of him as you walked.

When you got to your door and unlocked it, Katsuki slapped your ass harshly when the door was closer.

"Hey!"

"Been waiting to do that."

"Couldn't have done it before?" you questioned.

"Yeah and destroy your ass?"

"Ayo?"

"Shut up you know what I meant."

"But still, your quirk couldn't have gone off that quick," you pointed out.

"Mother fucker I was sweating just think of it."

You laughed lightly, moving your way through your home, glad to have the day off.

"Seriously you don't understand how different shit's gonna be now," he crossed his arms, leaning onto the counter as he watched you.

"Why?"

"Cause I can actually do the shit I think."

"Good," you smiled, "I want the actual you, can't wait till you can actually have your quirk."

He moved into your space, giving you a quick kiss before he moved away. Saying all the words from thank you to I love you.

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overheard.

k.bakugo

-in which bakugo overhears you talking about him with the girls... super whipped bakugo. cute confessions.

he knows he shouldn’t have followed him.

when sero dared him and denki to listen in on your conversations during girls night he knew it was wrong.

he knew it was wrong when he got up to follow his friend, he knew it was wrong on the walk to the room and he knows that it’s wrong now- while his ear is pressed against the door.

he doesn’t know why he followed denki- all he knows is that he’s now found himself pressed up against the wall- breathing silently as to not alert any of you of their position.

he can hear the conversation surprisingly clearly- it’s something stupid about your celebrity crushes- he wasn’t aware that girls were so.. vulgur?

“wait okay i’ve got a good one-“ it’s mina he hears- her loud voice clear as day as she begins her question- “if you had to go on a date with one of the guys in our class- who would it be?”

gasps burst throughout the room at the end of her question- giggles coming from a few of you-

he feels denki nudge his side- when he looks to the left he sees a knowing look in the boy eyes.

it’s not a secret as to who’s answer he wants to hear- it’s yours. it just so happens that almost every single one of his friends had somehow figured out about his little crush on you- everyone but you at least.

“okay okay- i’ll go first-” he doesn’t make care for minas answer, she says something about kirishima before admitting she could never actually date him- they’re too close for that. so she settles on todoroki.

gasps of surprise seem to come from the girls after that answer- “it’s not an actual crush!- he’s just handsome!”

it’s hagakure who goes next- she makes a small comment about todoroki that mina quickly agrees with before making the final decision on ojiro-

uraraka refuses to answer- teasing questions are asked about izuku- or iida? bakugo is forced to hold in a scoff.

“cmon yn! you gottta tell us!” the mention of your name brings bakugo back to focus, ears perking up as to not miss your answer.

“okay- you guys have to promise not to judge.” the excited squeals of the girls are followed with an array of promises not to judge you-

“well if i had too- it would probably be bakugo.”

his heart is beating faster than it ever has before- you just said his name. his name. out of everyone in your class you’d want him.

oh. oh.

the laughs from the girls are completely tuned out as bakugo begins to take in what you’d said. squeals of excitement are quickly turned into a bombarding of questions.

“but- why? he’s such a dick?” laughs are heard from jirou as she questions you- bakugo is too infested in your answer to take note of the insult.

“well- i guess that’s kinda what i like about him?” confused murmurs are heard from the girls surrounding you- urging you to continue.

“yes he’s loud- and obnoxious- but i guess i can’t help but find that- almost charming?”

words of disagreement leave your friends mouths.

it’s only when denki taps his shoulder when he realises his friend is still stood next to him- his jaw is dropped as he looks at the blonde. it takes him a second before he realises he feels the heat in his face- a clear blush across his features.

bakugo turns away in an instant- making his way back to the kirishimas room where they had been previously hanging out.

he slams the door behind him and denki hard- immediately pressing his back against the door letting his head fall back as he gains his breathe.

“so? what did you guys hear?” he can’t even answer sero when he asks- far too busy thinking about what you had said-

“oh- just that if yn had to go out on a date with anyone in the class, it would be our bakugo-” he could slap denki right now- if he wasn’t so starstruck.

kirishima jumps up immediately- wrapping an arm around his friends shoulders. “bakugo- man this is great! you totally have a shot!”

he wants to answer- tell his friends to shut up- but his throat feels dry and the words won’t come out, still attempting to get ahold on his breathing he shoves kirishima away from him.

“i- i fuck i don’t know how to do this shit.”

“don’t worry about it man- we’ll wingman you-” kirishima’s words of encouragement are swiftly cut off by a knock at the door. despite not knowing who it is- a pit forms in bakugos stomach.

slowly and silently bakugo moves away from the door to allow his red haired friend to greet whoever is on the other side.

“hey- is bakugo in here? i need to talk to him.” he hears your voice from his spot behind the door as he sinks into the corner, his heart rate begins to sore once again.

“yeah he’s here!” the grip on his shirt is strong as it pulls him out of his hiding spot- now finding himself face to face with you as you eye him suspiciously.

you don’t say anything as you turn away- he watches you walk without moving, feet glued to the floor. kirishima pushes him out the door whispering a quick good luck.

he follows you down the hall- you take a look around you before taking a left, seemingly looking for an empty space.

his heart is beating out of his chest so fast he’s afraid you might hear it, he watches you walking in front of him in complete silence, it feels like torture.

you stop at the end hall and before turning around to look behind him- your making sure your alone before you finally turn to look at him again.

you stare at him expectingly and he feels his stress levels rise- he needs to know what you want from him and now.

“we heard you.” his previously ferociously beating heart feels as though it’s stopped- falling flat into his stomach.

“w-what’re you talking about?” if the stutter in his usually brash voice isn’t enough- you know that bakugo isn’t an idiot, and you know that he’s aware exactly what your talking about-

“earlier- you were eavesdropping on us.” the temperature in the hall feels as through its increasingly rising- he feels the tips of his ears getting warmer the longer you look at him for.

“i-ive got no idea what your talking about.” you take a step closer to him now- he has to stop himself from scurrying away.

“so it wasn’t you outside mina’s form earlier?” a lump forms in bakugos throat- he feels pathetic, how can he manage to be so strong but completely crumble when it came to you?

“we did some eavesdropping of our own.” bakugo watches as the look in our eye changes- casting a teasing look as you continue.

“what exactly was it that you and your friends were just talking about?”

he wants to answer you- he truly does. he feels the weight of the feelings he’s had for you since last year, he wants needs to tell you.

he remembers all the stolen glances he gives you, how sometimes he would catch your eye and it would plague his thoughts for days after.

the things he wishes he could do with you come to mind, the list of spots he’s found that he’s certain you’d love- that he’d love to show you.

he thinks about how he wants to be there for you, to be the person you reach for, your safe space.

he wants to tell you.

“you- we were talking about you” he blurts it out before he can think about it properly, your eyes widen slightly, clearly taken aback.

“it’s always you.” he takes a deep breath before he continues, deciding not to rush himself.

“your the first thing i think of when i wake up- and the last thing i think of before i fall asleep. i- fuck- i think about you all the time.” he holds your stare as he continues- hoping- praying you can reciprocate his feelings.

“i can’t get you out of my head and- i’ve never felt like this before-“ taking long breath- the tension in this stupid hallway seems to only be growing before he closes his eyes.

“i like you- alot.”

silence follows his confession- bakugos eyes still glued shut as his breathes deepen, hands slightly shaking as they rest by his sides.

he opens his eyes slowly- half expecting you to have walked away before he catches the first glimpse of your face. that stupid smile plastered on it.

he takes you in fully- his eyes now fully open as you looks in you in a daze, you finally begin to speak.

“i know.” it’s almost a whisper when you say it- the weight of your words not fully settled in before his initial confused disappears- he can’t help the way that the tone of your voice makes him feel instantly comfortable.

“i like you too.”

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katsusoul · 4 days

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'𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔!'

╰┈➤ tomura shigaraki x reader

synopsis; head-canons of tomura with a girly girlfriend <3

cw; none. fluff!! shigaraki being the best type of loser ever

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Tomura Shigaraki, who hides his face in between the fabric of his hoodie, blushing furiously at your latest instagram post - you just looked so pretty in that dress. Was that a new lipgloss you were wearing too? He shyly thought what flavor it was. The league was nosy - trying to catch a glimpse of what was on Shigaraki's screen that had managed to capture his undivided attention as he stared down at the device with unblinking eyes that were wide and filled with utter concentration - as if he was trying to engrave whatever was on the screen into his mind forever.

He'd clutch his phone protectively with a scowl whenever one of them tried to grab his phone - threatening to turn them all to dust before going up to his room and proceeding to take a few dozen screenshots of your pictures and scrolling through the comments to ensure there were no creeps in them. (If there ever was - well, let's just say Shigaraki would make sure they won't have an account the next morning ;)

Tomura Shigaraki, who sits on the edge of his bed and patiently listens to you talk about your day as you apply your makeup. For the majority of the time, he's quiet as he slowly nods his head along to whatever you're saying - occasionally piping up to add a snarky comment or ask a question - but he's mostly quite literally adoring you from afar as you smack your lips happily from the fruity taste of your new lip gloss - insisting Shigaraki kisses you so he can taste the flavor himself - which never fails to turn him into a stuttering mess.

Tomura Shigaraki, who's entire camera roll is filled by you - your adorable little face has taken up just about all of his storage, and he simply didn't have the heart to delete a single picture that had you in it, prompting him to buy even more storage for his phone. He didn't care - he'd pay whatever price asked if it meant he got to stare at your face whenever you were away. (Was it creepy? He says no, he just missed you sometimes when you weren't with him.)

Tomura Shigaraki, who paints your nails for you when you want to coat them in polish - he has steady hands from hours of playing video games, and swore he was the most capable person for the task. He'd paint your nails as cleanly as he possibly could, making sure to coat them evenly and as thouroughly as possible. In return, you clip his nails and massage oil onto his hand and nail buds. He'd be scared - terrified that the rules of his quirk could change and a single touch from his fingers will hurt you - but when you're alive and smiling in front of him while you hold his hands, he can only ease into your gentle touch and cherish your kindness.

Tomura Shigaraki, who has the best girlfriend in the world <3

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katsusoul · 4 days

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I'm so sorry but if a hot nerdy villain like Shigaraki Tomura was in love with me, I would literally ignore his family's rotten hands and him being a mass murderer like

murder? what murder, hahaha, you're so silly let's play minecraft

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katsusoul · 4 days

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tomura is shaking.

he's never kissed a girl before. he's never kissed anything before.

and here you are, looking beautiful, perfectly curated to him. your hands are wrapped securely around his neck as you peer at him through your eyelashes, your tits pressed against his chest.

he lays a shaky hand on your back, hyper-aware that you look astonishingly better than him. you look fucking gorgeous, your outfit is perfect, you look like the most perfect thing he could ask for— and then there's him.

he's wearing a black hoodie with a skeleton bones design on it, his hair is unkempt— tons of strands sticking out in different directions. he's wearing plain sweatpants with some sneakers— he thought you were just going out to eat while dabi worked.

would you even wanna kiss his lips? he knows they aren't the smoothest, best lips to kiss. he chews on them all the time— he's actually fighting the urge to chew on them now. he settles for biting his cheek.

"stop staring at me." you mumble, leaning closer to press your lips on his.

he gets scared. he fucking gets scared n fucking backs away. you stare confused.

"what? did i do something?"

like ripping off a band-aid.

"i-i.. i never kissed anyone before!" he blurts out, shutting his eyes and he can feel his face getting red when you giggle. you probably thought he was a lonely fucking virgin, didn't you? you think he's some fucking idiot who uses women's emotions just to get what he wants maybe? a loser?

pathetic virgin?

a pathetic virgin that hasn't kissed anyone but is in college?

he opens his mouth to speak but you speak first.

"you're so cute." you giggle again, "come here, baby. let me be your first kiss."

he sighs as he reopens his eyes, still embarrassed and still nervous— he leans forward, shaking. you would never judge him right?

and as if you read his mind, "i don't mind that you haven't had your first kiss. i don't care. plus, it makes us closer." you smile.

that eases his stress.

"you can kiss me." he mumbles.

you nod and press your lips softly against his.

amateur-ly he reciprocates the kiss. you'll have to teach him how to kiss better.

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katsusoul · 4 days

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You and Shigaraki were having the worst argument of your relationship so far.

"I just think we should build our house in a place with a more scenic view," you griped at him.

"But this other location is closer to a village and a jungle, so we could have a treehouse," he replied. You sighed. "But I don't like the way the jungle planks look. I'd have to go back and forth from the jungle to the other forest constantly to gather wood."

"Quit your whining, I'll help you gather the wood," you could hear him huff through his mic.

"I'm not whining, I'm just saying-"

"You're whining. Here," he says, his avatar running up to you. "Here's 4 stacks of oak wood." "Thanks," you grumble, leaning back in your chair, your shins digging slightly into the desk in front of you.

"Hell yeah, give them your wood, Shigaraki," Dabi chuckled into his mic at his own stupid joke.

You sigh as a collective groan fills the voice chat. "Gross, Dabi."

"Anyways," you could already hear the smile creeping into Shigaraki's voice. "I'll give you more wood later."

"Ugh," you grumbled.

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katsusoul · 4 days

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6:21 a.m

husband!bakugo experiences one moment of what you deal with everyday with your kids.

you were currently cuddled into katsuki's chest, fast asleep.

in between taking care of your newborn son and your toddler daughter, he knew you were exhausted out of your mind. he already had to return to hero work since he took a month off for your last few weeks pregnant, but he wasn't home all day besides the weekends. like today.

speaking her into existence, his toddler daughter slowly waddled over to your side of the bed, about to pat you on the back and awaken you.

"tsk. hey, no." he whispered, making her pout. "i wanna play." she said, crossing her arms. she rubbed her eyes, obviously still a bit sleepy herself.

"mommy is sleeping, she can't play it's bedtime. go back to bed." he said, hoping to every single deity that'd hear him that she wouldn't start crying.

she pouted even more now, before stomping her feet over to his side of the bed and pulling on him. "nooo, i dont wanna sleep!" she said, her voice getting loud.

"don't yell at me missy, use your inside voice." he rolled his eyes, paying attention to your body that seemed to always be on high alert stirring slightly. he soothed you back to sleep, before untangling himself from you and sitting on the corner of your shared bed, now face to face with your daughter.

"we're going to your room and you're going to sleep, unless you want to be put in time out." her eyes widened, her crossed arms dropping as she decided to start negotiating.

"two bedtime stories, go fish, and uno."

"one bedtime story, one go fish game, and i won't tell your mom this happened."

"and pancakes for breakfast." she ordered.

she nodded to herself, seeming happy with the arrangement. she grabbed onto his sweatpants, trying to pull him off to her room already.

"i'm going, im going."

he was heading out, until he heard the whines of his son start sounding out from the baby monitor, making both him and his daughter freeze.

she tugged on his pants, "the baby's crying."

he sighed. "i know." he was squinting his eyes in the dark environment trying to see if you had woken up. after he saw no movement, he ran to go get your son.

he picked him up in his arm and then followed his daughter to her room across the hallway. he proceeded to play go fish one handed, occasionally asking his son, who was drinking a bottle of formula, for 'help', which made his daughter say "you're cheating!"

he read them 'goldilocks and the three bears', which he kept having to reread pages because he 'wasn't doing the voices good enough' in his daughter's opinion.

his voice, still husky because he was half-asleep, soothed his son to sleep in his arms, and his daughter back to sleep.

he layed his son down in the cot in your shared room, too lazy to go back to the nursery.

like puzzle pieces, you fit back into one another, your head back in his chest and his laid on top of yours. he was glad you got to sleep the entire time, even though he knew you had woken up because of your daughter's loud nature, you managed to go back to sleep.

a win was a win, he thought as he went back to sleep.

and woke up with his daughter hugging your back, sticking her toungue out at him when he asked why she was even there again. making you laugh when you woke up to his scrunched up face of annoyance.

as he made the chocolate chip pancakes, your daughter clung to your side as your son laid in your chest, he thought about how having kids was one of the best decisions he'd ever made.

"hurry up and give me more! you always give mommy the better pancakes!"

most of the time.

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proherobakugo! x preschoolteacher!reader save me...

you and your students are all huddled up on the rug that lays in the front of your classroom. it's career day! all of them are dressed up in adorable little outfits, and one of them even dressed up as you and said they wanted to be a teacher when they grew up.

some of them came dressed as pro heroes, some in onesies that resembled deku in his suit, one wearing a muscle shirt resembling red riot, and one wearing ear pieces that mocked katsuki's.

as you quieted down the class for the last surprise, they waited in anticipation. as dynamite walked out they all went crazy, she put a hand over your mouth to stifle your laugh as the kids were so excited to see him.

he spoke calmly with a gruff face, explaining the ins and outs of hero work, the boring parts, the cool parts, and "beating up losers." all as he sat cross-legged on the rug alongside you, in his full costume. he let the kids examine his gauntlet too, and explained how it worked when they asked.

the kids though, went from asking about how cool it was to be a hero, to more personal questions, like "do you have a girlfriend?"

he'd shrug nonchalantly, and very obviously take your hand into his gloved one, as he said, "she's right here, duh."

the class went wild as you lightly shoved him on his chest, making him laugh.

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"...do you love me?"

he glanced up, his eyes radiant in the setting sun and his hair mussed up. it was unfair how beautiful he was.

...it was unfair how he was so damn beautiful without even trying.

blinking back into focus, you watch as his nose scrunched up—don't even get you started on that adorable little nose scrunch—and the way his lips curved into a little smirk.

"you know that answer... idiot."

now it was your turn to scrunch your nose up, scowling at him as you crossed your arms—not appreciating the way he seemed to be enjoying your indignation.

"rude. but you're not answering the question—do you love me or—"

he scoffed at you, his eyebrows furrowing as he glanced you over.

"mmm. yeah, i love you." he paused, hesitating...

"i would be a fuckin' fool not to."

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title: gala gone wrong?

pairing: prohero!bakugo x prohero!reader

katsuki was suddenly forced to confront his feelings for you, when you were put in the date auction for charity.

the heroes gala was something katsuki wouldn't look forward to normally. but this year he had a plan. he was going to ask you to be his date.

...originally. he chickened out last minute and owed kirishima 1000 dollars.

he was surprised to see you come alone though, opting to sit next to him which made him fist pump internally. you were a very successful hero who also doubled as a model. for what reason you ask?

none really, you just did it cause days off of hero work were boring. walking runways, topping charts, and beating villains with style was just another day for you.

you looked especially gorgeous this evening though, working with another up and coming designer to design a dress that perfectly complimented everything from your skin color, to you hair, to even references of your quirk.

katsuki suddenly felt underdressed in his suit, but to be fair every hero who was a man was dressed in a suit. except for monoma.

the auction portion of the gala started before the awards were to be given out.

the awards were pretty pointless in katsuki's mind. the only ones that mattered to him were the final rankings of popularity, efficiency, and the overall category.

"you nervous?" you whispered, talking over the first few lower ranked hero's to be auctioned for a date.

"nah, i know i won at least in popularity." he said, trying to keep eye contact with you without stuttering.

"hmm. what if i won? huh?"

"shut up."

she put a hand over her mouth, when suddenly-

"and the last date to be auctioned, a night with the top ranked woman hero [name]!"

"huh? oh that's me!" you said, collecting your dress as you walked to the stage, leaving katsuki blinking in confusion to himself.

you were in this? i mean it shouldn't have been a surprise, you had a rabidly loyal fan base, even since U-A. but what was he supposed to do? bid?

"the bid starts at.. 15,000 dollars." you rolled your eyes and gestured for people to go higher, and they did.

"17,000!"

"20,000!"

"30,000"

numbers were being shouted from all around the room, with the highest bids barely even being able to be tracked. the bids ranged from new heroes who definetly could not afford you, to old men who you really wish couldn't afford you.

you covered your mouth as you let a laugh escape you, this was hilarious to you, you'd have to do this more often.

after a bunch of back and forth, one booming voice cut all the others off.

"500,000 dollars. cash." to your surprise it wasn't an old creep. grand, also known as shindo yo, had suddenly bid. just as they were about to call off the auction and announce shindo the winner,

katsuki's internal dialogue won and 'forced' him to bid too. "750,000 dollars." he declared.

he doesn't think he'd have done it had it been any other idiot who wanted a chance with you, but that loser had to go.

"sold! to dynamite! we've broken a record here folks, 750,000 for the charity of --"

the words faded into the background as he looked up at you, smiling and walking over to him. he felt is heart speed up, his hands drown in sweat, his hair puff out.

"if you wanted to take me out you could've just asked katsuki." you joked, taking him by the hand as you pulled him back to the table towards the back you two were settled in on.

"whatever, now we have an excuse to."

"don't tell me you like me or something katsuki? how embarrassing."

"i told you shut it."

she laughed and settled down, poking him on the cheek. "its okay if you do, i like you quite a lot dynamite."

he flushed red at that, tiny explosions being let out from his hands inadvertently because of how caught off guard he was.

she held his hand under the table, before looking straight ahead to the ceremonies going on in front of them. he smiled and leaned back.

the awards were pretty boring when compared to the view of you, so until they had gotten to the cool stuff he just eyed you.. daydreaming about the life you'll have together someday.

he focused again when the top three heroes in popularity, efficiency, and overall were to be announced by all might.

at the end of the night, not only did he leave with a number one trophy with 'popular vote!' embedded in its side and an all-might signature at the bottom,

he also left with a lipstick mark from you right on his cheek, some flowers, and a small note that read 'see you tomorrow :)'.

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