Pre-Chapter AN: Here we go. New chapter. After reading this, you can either wait till next week for the next chapter or read the next two on pa-treon right now and keep reading as I write. For the pa-treon, you can remove the hyphen between pa and treon and google it then search for my username- Oghenevwogaga. Or you could copy the link in my bio and remove the spaces before pasting in your address bar.
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He knew he'd pass the exam. Momo knew he'd pass. Nezu knew he'd pass. The entire Institute, both staff and patients, knew he'd pass the UA entrance exam. He was too damn powerful for any other option to be the case. He'd destroyed more robots than anyone else, he was sure. At least, anyone else in his battlescape. But then the question became, what if there was another point to the test? He'd been disappointed to see that the objectives of the test were much the same as they'd been in the canon test, but what if that wasn't true? If there was one thing he knew about Nezu for sure, it was that the man never told the whole story. With him, the advice they'd received was simple, and the same no matter what source he and Momo reached out to - always look underneath the underneath.
In all the lessons he'd taught them as students, never once had anything been just as it seemed. It was like the man took a sadistic pleasure in subverting and defying expectations. That was why they'd learned how to read situations and words- never Nezu because one could not read Nezu- as a result of his lessons. But then he'd gone into the Exam, ignoring all of that. I'd taken his words on the test instructions at face value, and then after executing them, I'd moved on. No efforts to seek out alternative interpretations.
I'd tried to communicate with Midnight about my anxieties, but the only guarantee she could give me was that my quirk was too powerful for the Institute to see me become anything less than a Pro-Hero. I agreed with her. I really did. But the problem was that Nezu could be difficult when he wanted to be, and there were many routes to becoming a pro-hero. And if I had to do it at some second-tier school like Shiketsu or Ketsubetsu, then I would rather not do it at all. Being isolated from where the action was would grate at my nerves constantly.. Threats like Shigaraki and the League of Villains were things that I wanted to be able to deal with from the jump. Would irritate me to no end if I was prevented from that because I'd forgotten to take Nezu's nature into account.
That was why I stared at the envelope on my desk with a strange feeling of nervousness. I should pass. Everything I'd thought of told me that I should pass. So why was I hesitating to open the letter? I had passed, hadn't I? All I had to do was open the letter and see that. "If you don't open it now, I will", Momo suddenly said from my side. I looked at her. Perhaps it would be for the best if she was the one to open it.
"Do as you will," I told her instead. She took the response as permission and stood up from the bed to walk towards the envelope.
She looked back at me, and I pretended not to be paying attention to her as she tore the envelope open with a smile and held up the small round disc that fell out. She stretched it out to me, but I continued to pretend to have no idea what she was doing. She smiled even wider and flipped the disc towards herself before opening it up and beginning to examine it.
She found the button she was looking for and turned on the disc's display.
"I AM HERE AS A PROJECTION…" The ridiculously loud voice of All Might sounded through the room. Neither of us was surprised, and I basically zoned him out as he went on a yapping spree about how he was excited to be included in UA's staff rotation for the year and that he was proud of me for applying at all. And then, after the generic message had played, his image stepped to the side to reveal my scores.
"96/100 on the written portion." Momo read out, taking pleasure in the way my head perked up to look at her. She took a breath before reading the next part. The actually important part because the Written portion only mattered as a Pass/Fail test. No matter what your score was, it wouldn't count for your admission beyond making you eligible or not. Amazing written scores could not help a terrible performance in the practical exam, and outstanding performance at the practicals would not be weighed down by lacklustre written scores. It was a system weighed in favour of certain skills over others, but it was a system that worked.
"315 points on the Practical Exam. 240 Villain Points, and 75 Rescue Points. You're in the first position by quite some margin. In fact you have nearly as many Rescue points as the second position has Villain Points." She said to me. Now, I could no longer pretend not to be paying attention. I turned to her completely. Really? I asked her. She kept looking at me expectantly, and I realised that the word hadn't ever left my lips. It didn't need to. Momo would not lie about something like this. She just wouldn't.
I tried to find words to tell her how happy I was. Nothing could come to mind. Fuck it. I got off the bed, and I kissed her. Not a peck. I reached out to her and brought her into my arms and then I smashed my lips into hers for a few seconds, and then I demanded entry. She did not refuse me. She never did. And then I brought our tongues to combat. We spoke in the language we knew best. We spoke in tongues.
I reached down for her bottom, grabing a hold of her soft, plump flesh and lifted her into my grasp. Her legs rose to wrap themselves around my waist almost by instinct, and I began to walk us over to the bed while careful not to lose the war of tongues waging.
I dropped us both on the bed with a laugh that she didn't hesitate to join me in. "Relax and let me take care of you," I told her.
First things first, the panties. I took them off, enjoying the way she wriggled her legs in anticipation. I held them between two of my fingers and then raised them up to my nose for a long deep sniff. She laughed. "Come get the real thing down here, silly," She said with audible mirth. I felt my lips stretch into a smile and obeyed her wishes. I tossed the panties to the side and bent down closer to her core. She'd spread her legs wide. So wide that it was like she was doing a split on the air itself.
"Show off," I told her and reached up to bring her legs closer together. I started at the left. I knew what she wanted. She knew I knew what she wanted. I would give it to her, but only after a bit of teasing. I started at her toes. A disinfection power made her skin as clean as could be, and I put the entirety of her pinky toe in my mouth. She wiggled it around there while laughing. I put the next one in as well. Licking both of them and enjoying the way she shivered. With power like mine, I could make anything pleasurable.
I moved on to her big toe, making sure to activate every possible nerve there. After being together for so long, comparing Momo's body to an instrument felt insufficient to describe the way I knew it. The way I could control it. I liked her toenail and enjoyed the way she moaned. From her foot, I moved down to her ankle, massaging her body as I moved. And then up to her knee. At this point, she was squirming. Practically begging me to hurry up and get to her.
I moved through her lap, licking the supple flesh as I worked my way North. Up to the Promised Land, so to speak. I arrived with aplomb, giving one long lick from clit to asshole. She wrapped her thighs around my head. They felt like a soft pillowy prison.
"Don't stop. Don't you dare stop" I didn't stop. I licked her all across, every which way. There was little method to things. No, that was incorrect. The lack of method was the method in and of itself. It was sloppy, raw, and very unlike me. But it was perfect for Momo in this instance. The passion I conveyed with the way my tongue moved around, trying to capture every single drop of delicious nectar that flowed from her fountain. I laughed at the phrasing, and the vibration sent her wild.
Vibration. Speaking of vibration. I reached down with my tongue, placing it right on her clit and then activated another relatively new power. Vibration. She screamed my name. "Izuku". It was beautiful. Her orgasm- perfection. Mina was explosive, squirting delicious liquid everywhere. Momo's reward was different. She was more implosive, for lack of a better word. Her orgasm had her tightening in on herself. Her thighs threatened to crush my head in her grip as she literally flooded my mouth. I didn't hesitate. I didn't falter. I didn't retreat. I lapped up every drop.
A/N; Short smut scene to end things. Slightly shorter chapter than usual. I think I somehow sprained my wrist or something while I'd been working on this. It hurt something fierce when I tried to type. As I said earlier, the next chapter comes up next week or skip the wait and read the next two along with daily uploads on pa-treon. For the pa-treon, you can remove the hyphen between pa and treon and google it then search for my username- Oghenevwogaga. Or you could copy the link in my bio and remove the spaces before pasting in your address bar.