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vera-deville · 2 months ago

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Too Hot to Handle (Literally)

03/05/2025 - 03/06/2025

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader Word Count: 5,010 Warnings: Bakugou-typical cursing, eating spicy food Gender: AFAB Tags: Let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist for Katsuki Bakugou! Notes: Wrote a lot more fluff than originally planned, but I honestly love the way it turned out!

5 times you and Bakugou competed, and the 1 time you both lost.

Being a Pro Hero was never easy. It meant dealing with danger every single day, facing villains who try to wreak havoc on the city, and saving people who couldn't save themselves. Despite this, there was a silver lining to all that chaos. Every now and then, you'd catch a glimpse of something familiar - your rival - and it wasn't just a generic villain. It was your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou, standing there with a shit-eating grin on his face after yet another capture.

"Ha! Seventeen! Beat that, dumbass," Bakugou's voice rang out, dripping with his usual brand of smugness as he leaned back on the recliner in the breakroom, arms crossed and his boots casually resting on the footstool.

You narrowed your eyes at him from across the room, the competitive fire already flickering to life. "Pfft, seventeen? Cute. I got eighteen. Try harder next time, Blasty~"

There was a tense moment of silence, followed by the low growl that started in Bakugou's throat, rumbling out of his chest like an angry lion. His eyes burned with frustration.

"The hell—what kind of weak-ass villains were you catching? You sure you didn't just pick up some delinquent teens tryin' to steal candy or somethin'?" Bakugou shot back, his smirk sharp and cruel.

You didn't even blink. "Jealousy doesn't look good on you, babe."

He stood up in one swift motion, towering over the table where you sat. "Jealous!? You're full of shit. You just got lucky. You probably let 'em go so you could pad your numbers!" He started pacing, not looking at you, just letting that cocky tension crackle between you two.

Kirishima, who'd been sipping his coffee nearby, sighed dramatically. "Dude, you're both pretty damn good at your jobs. Don't start fightin' over this."

Bakugou shot a venomous glare at his friend. "Shut up, Red. This is important.

You, not one to let a chance to poke fun at Bakugou slip by, leaned back in your chair, and gave Kirishima a mock pout. "You know Red, he's only mad 'cuz he can't handle a little friendly competition."

Kirishima raised his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. I won't get involved...but y'know, you should probably both give it a rest. You're both out here taking down villains left and right - you've gotta leave some for the rest of us."

You shot Kirishima a playful grin, "Don't worry, I'll leave you two some scraps~"

Kirishima chuckled as Bakugou grumbled under his breath, arms crossed and clearly still fuming, "Tch, the hell you mean scraps?"

"I meant exactly what I said Blasty. But maybe I'll just have to let you win next time so you don't throw a tantrum."

Bakugou's nostrils flared as his eyes narrowed into slits. "The hell you will—you're just made 'cuz I'm gonna crush you. I'll outdo you, easy."

Kirishima was shaking his head, trying and failing to hide his laughter. "Man, the competition between you two is intense. It's like you're always trying to outdo each other."

You leaned over and gave him a knowing wink. "Just part of the fun. Right, sweetheart?"

But before he could retort, the door to the breakroom swung open, and Todoroki entered, hands full with a pile of paperwork. Without missing a beat, Todoroki glanced at the two of you, then at Kirishima, raising an eyebrow. "What's going on now? You two still trying to outdo each other on the number of villains caught?"

You smiled innocently, shrugging nonchalantly. "Oh, it's nothing. Just a little competition. I think I'm up by one this time though."

Bakugou didn't even wait for Todoroki's response, his face turning red with frustration. "THE HELL'S THAT SUPPOSED THE MEAN!? You think I'm losing to this idiot?" He pointed at you as he stormed toward the door.

"Yes, actually~" You said without missing a beat as you sped in front of him and plopped a kiss on the corner of his mouth before running off.

Sputtering, Bakugou ran after you as Todoroki looked at the door where he just came from with a bored expression. "Those two need to chill out sometimes."

"Tell me about it" Kirishima added.

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The ticking of the clock echoed through the small office, signaling the start of yet another mind-numbing task. The stack of paperwork on your desk seemed to grow by the second, despite you diligently working to reduce the load. It was a never-ending mountain of forms, reports, and signatures.

Bakugou, as usual, was already grumbling about the whole ordeal from his desk next to yours. "This is bullshit," he muttered under his breath, scrubbing a hand through his hair in frustration. "Who the hell thought paperwork was a good idea for pro-heroes?"

You leaned back in your chair, hands placed casually behind your head. "Oh, I don't know," you said, your voice deliberately sweet. "Maybe it's the fact that we have to file reports for everything we do - saving people, capturing villains, managing assets - oh, and paperwork to prove we even exist.

Bakugou's sharp glare was instantaneous. "I know what paperwork is, damn it!" He grunted, immediately going back to scribbling furiously on the form in front of him.

You smirked, leaning over just a bit, making sure he could hear your voice clearly. "You know...I've heard that the faster you finish, the faster you get to relax." You flashed him an innocent smile. "Think you can finish it faster than me, Blasty?"

Bakugou's brow furrowed at your challenge. "What? You think I'm slow or something?" "No, no," you said, pretending to look at your paperwork in disinterest. "I just thought you were too busy grumbling to finish any of it. But hey, if you think you can win this...I'll be more than happy to take the challenge off your hands." Bakugou's expression darkened as he sat up straighter. "I'm always gonna win this." He slammed his pen down onto the desk. "I'll finish this shit in no time."

As you expected, he was already taking the bait. Typical. The playful edge to his voice gave you the perfect opportunity to tease him back, but not without some added flair. "Hmm, you really think so? Because I have a feeling you might be distracted." You leaned forward slightly, giving him a coy glance as you set your pen down as well. "Maybe something will come up..."

You brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, letting your fingers linger just a little longer than necessary, your lips curling into a teasing smile.

Bakugou's eyes snapped to you, narrowing suspiciously. "The hell are you—?"

"Oh, nothing," you said quickly, flashing him a sweet smile. "Just thought maybe you'd get distracted with, well, me." You batted your eyelashes playfully, leaning back in your chair to give him a full view of your confident smirk.

He snorted, pushing his chair back roughly. "Nice try, dumbass." But you could tell his eyes were no longer glued to his paperwork.

It was a subtle shift, but you noticed it immediately. Bakugou was still glaring at you, but there was a flicker of hesitation, as if he was debating whether or not to play along. You knew you had him right where you wanted him.

As if on cue, the office door creaked open, and in walked Kirishima, followed by Denki, Sero, and Mina. They looked between you and Bakugou, the tension already palpable.

"What's going on here?" Kirishima asked with a grin.

Denki raised an eyebrow. "You two getting all competitive again?"

Mina giggled. "Ooh, I love it when they fight. This is gonna be interesting.

Sero chuckled. "I'm betting on Bakugou to win this round, but it's clear Y/N has some tricks up her sleeve."

Bakugou shot them all a death glare. "Shut the hell up. This is none of your damn business." He was clearly annoyed, but you could tell there was no way he was going to back down now.

"Oh, it's all my business, trust me," you said smoothly, leaning back in your chair again, arms crossed. "I'm just here to see how long it takes for Bakugou to finally give in and admit he can't win against me."

You could see the fire ignite in his eyes, a familiar, dangerous glint that always spelled trouble. Without warning, he slide his pen across the table and pointed it at you like a weapon. "I don't need to admit shit. Watch me."

You didn't have time to react before Bakugou slammed his fist onto the table, making a noise so loud, the rest of the office jumped. "Alright, now it's a game, damn it-"

The whole room went silent as the challenge was set. Kirishima and the others exchanged amused glances, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

"Well, this is gonna be fun," Denki commented with a grin. "Place your bets, everyone. I'm going with Y/N, I think she's got a better handle on this kind of thing."

Sero nodded. "Yeah, she's got that calm, cool composure. But Bakugou's got that intense focus."

Mina looked at both of you in anticipation. "I don't know, this is a tough one to call. I'm excited to see who cracks first!"

You noticed that Bakugou was no longer looking at his papers at all. Instead, he was staring at you - his usual smug expression now mixed with something mischievous.

"Alright, Y/N," he said, voice low and dangerous. "Two can play at this game."

Your stomach fluttered as he leaned forward just a bit, one arm resting casually on the desk. His gaze locked with yours, the playful edge now slipping into something more heated.

"You want me distracted?" His voice went lower. "Fine, I'll show you exactly how distracted I can get."

Without warning, he slid his hand across the desk and brushed your fingers. The touch was fleeting but deliberate, sending a jolt of electricity through you. You blinked, not expecting him to fight back so quickly.

You played it cool though, tilting your head in mock confusion. "Is that really how you plan on winning this? Trying to distract me?"

Bakugou leaned back in his chair, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "Maybe. But it seems to be working."

Kirishima's voice suddenly broke the tension. "Alright, alright, enough with the flirting. I didn't sign up to watch a couple of lovebirds go at it. Can we get back to the paperwork, please?"

"Shut the hell up, Red!" Bakugou snapped, turning his glare toward Kirishima, but the playful spark in his eyes told a different story.

You smiled at him, the challenge still in the air, as you picked your pen back up, writing without missing a beat. "You're welcome to try, but you're still not gonna win, Blasty."

"Watch me, idiot," Bakugou muttered under his breath, clearly determined to come out on top.

The clock continued to tick, but for now, the competition wasn't just about finishing the paperwork - it was about who would crack first under the other's teasing. And with the others watching, it felt more like a game than work.

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The training ground was quiet except for the sound of your footsteps and Bakugou's steady breathing. The challenge for the day was simple: a high-stakes obstacle course, meant to test both speed and agility. But to you and Bakugou, it was anything but simple. This was just another competition - another chance to really outdo each other.

Bakugou stood at the starting line, already looking ready to burn through the course. He shot you a smirk, the corning of his lips curling up in that infuriatingly cocky way. "You're gonna need more than that cute outfit to beat me, Y/N," he teased, eyeing your workout gear with a raised brow.

You raised a brow right back, stepping up beside him. "Don't worry, Bakugou," you replied with a grin. "I'm sure I can keep up just fine."

"Oh, you'd better," he shot back, cracking his knuckles.

The countdown began, and before you could even blink, Bakugou was already off like a rocket. His explosive quirk lit up the air as he surged forward, his body a blur of raw power. You didn't hesitate, though - your competitive spirit flared, and you pushed yourself to keep up.

You reached the first obstacle, a series of low hurdles, just as Bakugou was flying over them. He glanced back at you, his smirk widening when he saw you weren't far behind.

"Not bad, but you're gonna have to do better than that if you want to beat me," he called out, his voice dripping with challenge.

You shot back a playful grin, increasing your pace. "Oh, don't worry. I'm just warming up."

By the time you reached the next obstacle - a narrow balance beam - Bakugou was already halfway across it, looking annoyingly relaxed as he moved with ease. You let out a breath, determined not to let him get too far ahead. You balanced yourself expertly on the beam, but as you moved across, you couldn't resist teasing him.

"You know babe," you said, keeping your voice steady, "I always thought you'd be better at walking straight. Didn't think you'd need such a big jump to get across something so simple."

"Shut up," he muttered, clearly flustered, but he quickly regained his focus. "I don't need your commentary."

You couldn't help but laugh under your breath, loving the way you could easily get under his skin. But you were too focused on winning to let it distract you.

The next obstacle loomed ahead: a rope swing over a pit. Bakugou swung across with his usual confidence, but as you reached for the rope, you decided to have a little bit of fun. Instead of jumping straight into it, you twirled the rope in your hands first, making it a little more dramatic. As you swung across, you gave a wink in Bakugou's direction.

"Bet you didn't think I could do that," you teased, landing gracefully on the other side.

Bakugou shot you a side-eyed glare but didn't say anything, instead tightening his grip on the next obstacle - a large wall he had already begun to climb. You had to give it to him: he was fast, but you weren't about to let him win so easily.

You pushed yourself harder, scaling the wall with a confident grin. As you got to the top, you glanced at him from the corner of your eye.

"You know," you said, trying to keep your voice steady, "I've got a pretty good view from up here. I can practically see all the way to the finish line. And guess who's still way behind?"

Bakugou's eyes narrowed, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward. "Not for long," he grumbled, his body moving faster than ever.

But you could feel it now - the intensity in his gaze, the competitive fire in his movements. You tried to maintain your lead, but your could already sense the inevitable. You could hear his heavy breathing behind you as he got closer and closer to the finish line.

As you neared the final stretch, you gave one last burst of speed, but before you could even cross the finish line, Bakugou was already there - his hand slamming down in front of you as he took the victory. He stood there, chest heaving from exertion, a victorious grin adorning his face.

"Told ya I'd win," he said smugly, looking over at you with a mixture of pride and amusement. "You really thought you could beat me?"

You glared at him, hands on your hips, trying to maintain your pride despite the fact he'd just beat you. "You just got lucky," you heaved back.

"Oh please," Bakugou scoffed, offering his hand. "You were never gonna win."

You made a show of taking his hand in defeat, pouting and stomping. "Fine, you win, but don't get too cocky about it."

Bakugou raised an eyebrow, his grin softening just a bit, but it was still the same proud, confident expression.

There was a pause, a moment where neither of you spoke, but the tension in the air prickled your skin. You were so close to him, the playful atmosphere still lingering between you too, and then - before you could say anything else - he pulled you into a gentle hug.

His lips met yours in a kiss that was quick, yet full of intent. It was as if the kiss itself was an unspoken challenge, a way to claim victory without words. His hand slid to the back of your neck, holding you just a little closer, as though he was grounding himself in the moment, the intimacy of it.

You didn't hesitate, kissing him back with the same fervor, feeling the heat of the competition still burning in the back of your mind, but now the challenge had shifted. It wasn't about winning anymore, it was about this feeling, the spark between the two of you, something more than just petty rivalry.

When you pulled back, his lips still hovering close to yours, he gave you a smug look.

You chided, "Next time, you'd better be ready."

A deep, baritone chuckle emanated from him and shook you to your core. "You won't always win Sweetheart." He teased.

"We'll see about that babe."

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The dim lighting of the living room was the perfect backdrop for the suspenseful crime movie you and Bakugou had decided to watch. You had made popcorn, grabbed some snacks, and settled on the couch, ready to enjoy a relaxing evening together. But, of course, it didn't take long for the peace to be shattered by the inevitable argument between the two of you.

"Alright, I'm telling you," Bakugou said, pointing at the TV screen, where a mysterious character was shown sneaking around in the shadows. "That guy's the killer. He's shady as hell."

You snorted, leaning back into the couch with a smirk. "No way. He's way too obvious. They always make the creepy guy look like the villain."

Bakugou shot you a side-eye, his eyes narrowing. "They creepy guy? Come on, you're just trying to be tricky. Look at how he's always lurking in the background. It's gotta be him."

"Not necessarily," you replied, rolling your eyes. "That's exactly what they want you to think. They're trying to make it too obvious so that you'll believe it's him and get distracted."

He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "What are you, some kind of murder expert now?"

You smiled, the corner of your lips quirking up. "Well, seeing as I am the one who studied forensic science, I'd say...yeah. Plus, I watch a lot of true crime, remember?"

Bakugou grunted, clearly unconvinced. No matter. "Whatever. You're wrong this time."

As the movie progressed, the tension between you two only grew. The characters on screen were all suspects, but you were sure that Bakugou was focusing way too much on the wrong person. You leaned forward, eyes locked on the screen as the detective pieced together the clues, your fingers gripping the edge of the couch.

The scene finally reached its climax, and you could see the real culprit - the quiet, seemingly innocent woman who had been standing in the background the whole time. She had been hiding in plain sight, blending in with the rest of the characters, but now it was clear as day.

Bakugou's eyes widened in disbelief as the detective revealed the truth.

"No way," he muttered, eyes flicking from the screen to you, a bit of frustration creeping into his voice. "How the hell did you know it was her?"

You leaned back, satisfied with your victory, a smug smile on your face. "Told you. It was too obvious to be the creepy guy. The real criminal was the one who was overlooked the entire time."

Bakugou groaned, throwing his hands up in the air. "Ugh, I should've known you'd be right. You're just too damn smart."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his defeated expression. "I'm just really good at reading people, Bakugou. I could tell from the start she was the one to watch."

Bakugou let out an exaggerated sigh, his arms folding over his chest in mock frustration. "Yeah, yeah. You got me this time, smarty."

A grin tugged at your lips as you leaned closer, nudging him playfully with your shoulder. "Don't worry Katsuki. You'll get the next one." You paused for a moment to contemplate. "Maybe."

You laughed at the side-eye he gave you, your fingers brushing against his as you reached for the remote, stopping the movie to scroll through a list of cheesy romantic films. "Well, since I won, how about we watch something a little less intense now? Something sweet."

Bakugou groaned, but there was a certain fondness in his voice when he said, "You know I'm not big on those sappy ass movies."

You ignored his protest, selecting one anyway, the screen lighting up with the opening credits of a classic romantic comedy. As the movie started, you turned to face him, leaning into his side with a content sigh. He made no move to pull away, and in that moment, you felt a warmth fill your chest - not just from the victory - but from the quiet comfort of his presence.

You hesitated for a moment, then pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. It was quick, chaste, and the way Bakugou's eyes softened made your heart skip a beat.

Without saying a word, Bakugou shifted, pulling you closer so that your head rested comfortably against his shoulder. His arm wrapped around you, and you snuggled into the warmth of his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath.

You didn't need any more words. In that moment, you had everything you wanted - his warmth, his closeness, and a little victory of your own.

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You were humming to yourself, enjoying the clam of the moment as you folded the laundry in neat piles. You had always prided yourself on your ability to fold clothes quickly and neatly. The challenge, however, was when Bakugou decided to join in.

"Ha, you think you can fold faster than me?" Bakugou scoffed from across the room, arms crossed. "You're gonna lose this one."

You smirked, taking it as a challenge. "We'll see about that, Kacchan. I've got this in the bag."

You both grabbed shirts, tossing them on the table to begin the race. You moved with practiced ease, folding each shirt with care, your motions smooth and deliberate. Bakugou, on the other hand, grabbed a shirt and threw it down carelessly, giving it a few quick overly aggressive tugs. You caught a glimpse of him from the corner of your eye, and despite his rough methods, his folded shirts looked just as good as yours.

"You're folding like you're mad at the shirts," you teased, trying to throw him off.

"Shut up, I'm being efficient!" Bakugou snapped, his voice filled with pride.

You picked up the pace, but every time you tried to focus, you noticed how Bakugou seemed to finish his stack faster and faster. He was speedily throwing shirts down, some of them even folded even better than yours somehow.

By the time you finished your stack and looked up, you found Bakugou leaning against his pile of perfectly folded clothes stacked high.

"Done already?" you huffed, glancing down at your own smaller stack.

"You sure you wanna keep going?" Bakugou raised an eyebrow, clearly relishing his victory.

You sighed dramatically, throwing the shirt you were folding back into the basket. "I can't believe you won...you're impossible."

But before you could wallow too much, you felt Bakugou's arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you into a comforting embrace. His chin rested lightly on your shoulder, and you could feel his chest rise and fall with a soft chuckle.

"Don't be so dramatic," he murmured, squeezing you gently.

You couldn't help but smile, the warmth of his touch melting away with the frustration. You leaned into him, closing your eyes for a moment, content with the quiet support he was offering. "Maybe next time."

Bakugou's hand gently ruffled your hair, "In your fucking dreams."

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You stared down at the bowl in front of you, the red broth gleaming ominously. "Katsuki," you warned, eyeing the bowl with a raised brow as the spice invaded your senses, "I really think this is a terrible idea."

Bakugou grinned smugly from across the table, "Don't bitch out now. I know you're scared that you can't handle it."

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. "I'm not scared. I just don't want to end up in the hospital because of your stupid bet."

At the table beside you, Kirishima and Mina were watching with mild amusement. Kirishima leaned in, squinting at the steaming ramen. "Dude, that stuff looks straight up like poison."

Mina let out a laugh. "Seriously, it's like a crime scene in a bowl. Why are you two even doing this?"

"Shut it!" Bakugou shot back, waving them off. "I'm not gonna lose to Y/N, alright? They've got nothin' on me."

You should him a mischievous smile. "Don't get too cocky, Bakugou. You might regret it."

The challenge was set. The two of you dug in, chopsticks at the ready, ignoring the skeptical glances from your friends. The heat of the ramen hit you instantaneously, your taste buds practically screaming from the spice. You could already feel the sweat beading at your temples.

Bakugou, on the other hand, kept his composure, though you could see the tiniest twitch in his eye. "Easy," he muttered, barely flinching. "You're going down."

You took another bite, determined to keep up, but the spiciness was burning your throat. It felt like your mouth was on fire. "This is insane," you muttered, feeling the heat crawl up your neck.

Kirishima watched in awe. The two of you really were a match made in heaven. "Yo, I think you two are actually gonna implode from the spice before anyone even wins."

Mina was smirking as she leaned back in her chair. "Yeah, Y/N looks like she's about to cry, and Bakugou's face is turning red."

But Bakugou wasn't backing down.

And that meant neither would you.

Bakugou's jaw was tight as he took another bite, stubborn as ever. "Shut up you guys. I'm—" Cough "Fine."

You shot a look over at Bakugou, who was looking like he might actually win this one, even though you had your pride on the line. You weren't about to give up, but it was becoming harder to ignore the burning sensation that seemed to have spread to your chest now.

"Goddamn it," you swore under your breath, sweat dripping down your face. "I think I'm gonna pass out."

Bakugou looked at you, eyes narrowed, his own face flushed from the heat, but he wasn't giving up either. "Quit whining. If you're going down, I'm going down with you."

If you weren't so preoccupied with winning what seemed to be an impossible challenge, you would have taken the time to actually pay attention to his sweet words.

Instead, you both pushed through, despite the fact that neither of you could hide the winces anymore. The ramen had become a challenge neither of you had expected to win. Finally, you both slammed down your spoons at the same time, slumping back into your chairs. Your face was red and your mouth felt like it had been set alight with gasoline.

"Shit," Bakugou cursed, looking at his half-eaten bowl. "I can't do this anymore."

You gave up and let the tears run down your face, "Yeah—" Sniff "Me neither—"

Bakugou's usual scowl softened as he glanced over at you, clearly seeing just how much the spice had gotten to you. Without a word, he slid out of his chair and moved to sit next to you, his usual bravado slipping for a moment as he pulled you into his arms. "Quite cryin' dumbass," he muttered, his voice much softer than usual. He rubbed your back in slow circles, trying to soothe you as you sniffled. "We're both idiots, alright? You're fine." His words were gruff, but the comforting warmth of his hug was enough to run the tears to a stop - eventually.

Kirishima chuckled, shaking his head. "You two are something else. We should've known better than to let you both have at it."

Mina leaned forward, her eyes full of mirth. "Well, I think it's safe to say you both lost. You're both a mess."

Bakugou scowled at them, still holding you in his arms, but there was no denying the truth in Mina's words. He was sweating bullets, and his face had gone red from the spice.

You didn't look any better.

"Next time," you grumbled, "We're getting something mild. Like...ramen with absolutely no spice."

Bakugou snickered, still trying to cool down his tongue with his drink. "I'm okay with that, actually. But next time, I'm taking you down."

You raised an eyebrow, feeling the skin move around your eyes which had gone stiff from the dried up tears. "Uh-huh. Sure you are."

"Next time," he repeated, leaning back, still holding you, a satisfied (albeit exhausted) grin on his face. "You'll see."

Your friends looked at the two of you, still laughing at the absurdity of the situation. The Great Ramen Challenge™ had gone nowhere, but it did leave the two of you a little bit closer.

"I'm serious, we are so sticking to regular ramen next time," you said with a slight smile. "And we'll se who wins then."

Bakugou gave you a half-hearted glare, but it didn't seem as intense as before. He let out a breath, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Fine. But I'm still gonna win Y/N."

You just smiled more, making yourself more comfortable in his arms, the lingering heat still burning, not being able to do anything except laugh.

Author's Note: I have been on a ROLE today. Churned out 3 fics, and I'm actually proud of them? I had a LOT of fun writing this. Originally, I was just going to write about the Reader and Bakugou competing over who can handle their spice better, but then I wanted to add 3 situations where they were competitive before the spice one, but then I thought "why stop at 3?" So I ended up with 5, and that's when I realize that I basically wrote a 5+1 fic (one of my favorite genres, by the way). It's been so long since I wrote for Bakugou, and I really missed doing so. Hope you all enjoyed!

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