#bmha

Content warning = NSFW, Sexual content, face sittings, squirt drinking.

Kind of gross….

Character = Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Word count = 1,957

"FUCKKKKKKK!" you yelled, launching your heavy backpack across Katsuki's room.

He looked up from his phone, raising a single, unimpressed eyebrow. He didn't say a word, just gave you a look that clearly meant, Go on. What's wrong now?

"I hate my life. I have to do three more assignments." Let's just say you were not the brightest fish in the sea, and UA's workload felt like it was drowning you.

"You can just copy from mine," Katsuki muttered, his eyes already dropping back to his screen.

"Did you forget what happened last time?" you snapped, sitting on the edge of his mattress with a deep scowl.

"I'm just gonna fucking die," you groaned, letting yourself fall backward and rolling across his bed until you were a miserable, frustrated mess.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "If you miss one assignment, you're not gonna die, idiot."

"It's not that I'm gonna kill myself! It's that Aizawa-sensei will kill me!" you cried out.

Bakugo let out a massive, long suffering sigh.

He tossed his phone onto the nightstand and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine. I will help you with your damn assignments."

"I don't want to do the assignments! That's the problem!" You really didn't mean to get so emotional, but the exhaustion had finally hit its peak, and hot, angry tears started streaking down your face. "It's not that if you help me, I won't do it. It's just... I do not want to do it at all."

"Are you fucking crying over some stupid assignments?" Katsuki asked. His voice dropped a fraction of its usual bite as he got up from his chair and walked over to the bed.

"They're stupid assignments to you because you're the brain! I'm not good at studying. You know that." You buried your face deep into his pillow, hiding your tears in the fabric that smelled faintly of burnt caramel and spice.

The mattress dipped as Katsuki sat down beside you. For a moment, it was quiet, save for your muffled sniffles.

"Hey. Stop whining into my pillow," he grumbled. You felt his large, warm hand come down to rest heavily on your back, rubbing clumsy but steady circles between your shoulder blades.

You sniffled again, refusing to move.

He clicked his tongue, a rough sound of annoyance that completely contradicted the surprisingly careful way he gripped your shoulder, pulling you up until you were forced to sit facing him. "Look at me," he demanded.

You kept your gaze glued to your lap, wiping furiously at your wet cheeks with the back of your sleeve.

"I said look at me, dumbass." Katsuki reached out, his calloused thumbs brushing roughly but effectively beneath your eyes to catch the tears.

"You're not failing Aizawa's class. I'm not gonna let you. But sitting here crying like a baby isn't getting it done."

"Katsuki..." your voice cracked.

"Five minutes," he interrupted, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with an intense, grounding focus. "You get five minutes to throw your little pity party. Cry, complain, whatever. And then..."

He leaned in just a little closer, his voice dropping low and leaving no room for argument. "...you're sitting your ass at my desk, and we're getting it done. Got it?”

You shook your head, a stubborn "no" stuck in your throat, but Katsuki wasn't having it. With a sharp, frustrated sigh, he lunged forward, his hand snapping around your upper arm. He didn't hurt you, but his grip was firm as he hauled you off the bed, forcing you to stand right in front of him.

"Take off your clothes," he said, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous gravel. He didn't blink, locking his crimson eyes onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

A look of pure, panicked confusion washed over your face. "Huh...?"

"Don't 'huh' me," he growled, his jaw setting tight as he stepped even closer into your space.

"Just fucking do what I say. Take off your clothes. Now."

Your fingers trembled as they reached for the top button of your school blazer. You could feel his eyes tracking every single movement, his gaze burning hotter than any explosion he’d ever set off.

The silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of your own jagged breathing and the distant noise of the UA dorms that felt a million miles away.

"I'm not gonna ask you again," he rasped, his voice a low, rough vibration that sent a shiver straight down your spine. He leaned in just enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. "Get out of them,let me eat your pussy”

The air crackled with a tension thicker than any villain fight. Your fingers fumbled at the second button of your blazer under the searing intensity of Katsuki's crimson stare. Panic warred with a terrifying thrill deep in your belly. "K-Katsuki, what are you—"

"Shut up and strip," he cut in, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the small space between you. He took another step, eliminating any distance.

His hand shot out, not to help, but to bat yours away impatiently. Large, calloused fingers made quick, ruthless work of the remaining buttons on your blazer, popping them open with sharp tugs.

He didn't stop there. Grabbing the collar, he yanked the blazer down your arms, letting it pool on the floor at your feet. His gaze raked over your now-exposed white school shirt. "The rest. Now."

Trembling intensified, but a strange heat was flooding you, pushing back the tears of frustration. Shakily, you reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head.

It joined the blazer on the floor. Standing before him in just your skirt, bra, and panties, you felt impossibly exposed under his predatory gaze.

Katsuki’s eyes didn’t linger on your chest.

They dropped lower, burning a path down your stomach to the apex of your thighs. "Skirt," he commanded, the single word heavy with impatience.

You undid the button, letting the plaid fabric slide down your legs.

He didn’t wait for you to step out of it. His hands clamped onto your hips, spinning you around roughly so your back was to him. A choked gasp escaped you as he shoved you forward.

"Bend over the bed," he ordered, his voice thick and dangerous against your ear. He pushed you down until your upper body was draped over the edge of his mattress, your ass presented to him.

Cool air hit your exposed skin as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties and tugged them down your thighs in one swift motion.

Then, without preamble, he gripped your hips again and hauled you backwards. You stumbled, your knees hitting the edge of the bed as he pulled you down onto the mattress on your back. Before you could process the shift, his hands were under your knees, pushing your legs apart and lifting them high and wide. He knelt between your thighs, his gaze locked on your glistening core, his expression fierce, focused, and utterly devoid of mercy.

"Fuck," he breathed, a low rumble of pure hunger. "Look at that mess." He didn't ask. He didn't tease. He simply lowered his head and devoured.

His tongue was a brand hot, flat, and demanding as it swept a broad, wet stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit.

You cried out, back arching off the bed at the sudden, intense contact. He groaned against you, the vibration sending jolts of electricity through your nerves.

Then his mouth sealed over your clit, sucking hard, drawing the swollen bud between his lips and flicking it relentlessly with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh god! K-Katsuki!" Your hands flew to his spiky blond hair, fingers tangling in the surprisingly soft strands, not sure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

He responded by sucking harder, his tongue working in sharp, rapid circles that had your hips bucking uncontrollably against his face. One of his hands released your thigh, sliding down to grip your hipbone firmly, pinning you down while his mouth continued its devastating assault.

The other hand snaked lower, two thick fingers plunging deep into your slick heat without warning.

"Fuck! So wet," he muttered against you, his voice muffled but thick with satisfaction. He curled his fingers inside you, finding that spongy spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids.

"S'that it? This what makes you scream?" He pressed harder, rubbing in firm circles while his mouth never ceased its ruthless suction on your clit.

The dual assault was overwhelming. Pleasure coiled tight and hot in your belly, building with terrifying speed. You writhed beneath him, gasping his name, babbling incoherent pleas.

He growled in response, lapping at your clit like he was starving, his fingers pistoning in and out of you with increasing speed and force. His grip on your hip was iron, holding you open and immobile for his feast.

"Ride it," he suddenly ordered, pulling his mouth away just long enough to rasp the command, his chin glistening with your arousal. He lowered his head again, planting his palms firmly on the mattress beside your hips, supporting his weight.

"Use my face, dumbass. Fucking grind on it."

Understanding crashed through the haze. Shakily, you lifted your hips slightly. His mouth found your clit again instantly, sucking hard.

You pushed down against him, rocking your hips forward, grinding your sensitive flesh against his relentless tongue and lips. He met every movement with fierce pressure, encouraging you, demanding more.

His nose pressed against your clit as you rode lower, his tongue delving into your entrance as you rocked back.

It was messy, primal. Your thighs bracketed his head, trapping him against your core as you moved faster, chasing the peak he was ruthlessly driving you towards.

The sounds were obscene – wet sucking, desperate gasps, the slick slide of skin on skin, and Katsuki’s low, hungry groans vibrating against you.

"Fuck yeah," he grunted, sensing your impending climax. "Gonna come? Do it. Squirt that fucking juice all over me." He sucked your clit hard into his mouth and bit down gently– just a hint of teeth while his fingers slammed deep inside you one last time.

It shattered you.

A scream tore from your throat as your entire body convulsed. Intense pleasure ripped through you, blinding and absolute. And with it came a powerful gush warm liquid spurting uncontrollably from your core, directly onto Katsuki's waiting mouth and chin.

He didn't flinch. He groaned, a deep sound of triumph and raw need, and opened his mouth wider. He caught the stream on his tongue, swallowing eagerly as you pulsed around his fingers. He lapped at you frantically as the flow subsided into trembling aftershocks, drinking down every drop that spilled from you.

You collapsed back onto the bed, boneless and gasping, drenched in sweat and your own release. Katsuki stayed buried between your thighs for another moment, licking you clean with slow, thorough strokes of his tongue, savoring the taste. Finally, he lifted his head.

His face was a mess cheeks flushed, chin slick with your release, hair sticking up wildly where you'd gripped it. His crimson eyes burned with a fierce, unquenched fire as they met yours. He swiped the back of his hand across his wet chin, never breaking eye contact.

“Rough day?” you ask softly, kicking off your shoes and dropping your bag by the door.

He grunts, eyes fixed on the screen he’s clearly not watching. “Villains were fuckin’ idiots. Agency paperwork was worse. Everything pissed me off.”

You hum in understanding, padding across the room in your socks. He doesn’t look at you right away, but you can feel the tension rolling off him in waves—tight shoulders, clenched jaw, that low growl he makes when the world’s been too much.

You don’t push. Not yet.

Instead, you move behind the couch, leaning over the back to press a gentle kiss to the top of his spiky blond hair. He smells like smoke and sweat. His body stiffens for half a second before he exhales through his nose.

“Food’s in the fridge if you’re hungry,” he mutters.

“I’m not,” you say quietly, letting your fingers trail down the back of his neck, slow and deliberate. “I missed you.”

Another grunt, but it’s softer this time.

You round the couch and sit beside him—not too close, just enough that your thigh brushes his. He still doesn’t look at you, but you catch the way his eyes flick down for a fraction of a second before snapping back to the TV.

You lean into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re all tense, Katsuki.”

“‘Cause the world’s full of morons,” he snaps, but there’s no real bite in it—not toward you.

You smile against his arm, letting your hand settle on his chest, fingers idly tracing the line of his collarbone through the open zipper of his costume. “Let me help.”

He finally turns his head, crimson eyes narrowing. “Tch. I’m fine.”

“You’re not,” you murmur, shifting closer. Your lips brush the sharp line of his jaw, feather-light. “But I can make you feel better.”

His breath hitches—just barely—but you feel it. You always do.

You keep it slow. Painfully slow. Your hand slides lower, over the hard planes of his stomach, fingertips grazing the edge of his abs. You kiss his jaw again, then the corner of his mouth, teasing, never quite giving him what he wants.

“Y/N,” he warns, voice low and rough.

You pull back just enough to meet his gaze, innocent and knowing all at once. “Yes?”

His eyes darken. You can see the fight in them—the part of him that wants to stay pissed off at the world, and the part that’s already crumbling under your touch.

You swing a leg over his lap, straddling him carefully. His hands immediately go to your hips, gripping hard like he’s anchoring himself. You lean in, lips hovering over his.

“Let me take care of you,” you whisper.

He growls—actually growls—and surges up to kiss you, hard and hungry like he’s been holding it back all day. You smile into it, letting him take control for just a moment before you pull back again, just out of reach.

“Nuh-uh,” you tease softly, rolling your hips slow and deliberate against him. “My pace tonight.”

His eyes flash dangerously, but he doesn’t fight it. Not really. His grip tightens on your hips, but he lets you set the rhythm—slow, torturous, perfect.

You kiss him again, deeper this time, hands sliding up into his hair as you grind down just right. He groans into your mouth, low and needy, and you feel the exact moment he gives in completely.

“Bedroom,” he rasps against your lips, voice wrecked.

You smile, sweet and victorious. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Bonus: Senior Year!

College MHA boys x F! Reader

Pt.1 here! Pt 3 Here

In which after getting your little heart broken, you get passed around your local University’s hottest friend group! Everyone needs those slutty College years!

Cw: SMUT, problematic behavior, p in v, lots of different kinks n stuff, i went overboard a bit on Todorokis and Shinsos, sub! Shinso, name calling, reader has female anatomy, reader essentially gets passed around

A/N just wanna say idk why shinso has to be the villain it just felt right😞sorry bae ily

Shoto Todoroki as The Pretty Boy!

-Shoto Todoroki, who is friends with the whole group you ran through last year (and still hook up with on occasion) but doesn’t come around much

-Shoto Todoroki who you had no idea lived right around the corner from you-in a much nicer neighborhood with his brothers

-You run into him on a late night run to the convenience store, in an oversized hoodie with bling on it, it catches his eye as he peruses the aisle next to you

-Shoto Todoroki, who makes you so nervous you cannot even make eye contact as he says a friendly hello to you. You know each other and would occasionally bum off one another’s notes after a missed class. He’s the Pretty Boy and everyone knows it, himself included.

-He thinks it’s cute to watch you squirm. He’s always made you nervous, it was obvious. He likes the way you fiddle with your necklace, his eyes darting down to the unzipped part of your hoodie that shows cleavage.

“I like your sweater” He compliments.

“Oh thanks! It’s super cute, right? I just bought it!” You exclaim excitedly.

“Mhm super cute” He nods nonchalantly and simply waves goodbye, leaving you all but twirling your hair alone in the aisle.

-He never had to try hard with girls, he probably could have just asked you that first night to come home with him and you most likely would have said yes. But he likes the chase, watching your face get hot and eyes flick down to his grey sweatpants. He knows what he is doing.

- So he keeps it up a little longer, choosing to subtly flirt with you on these late night run-ins. His compression shirts get tighter, sweats hanging looser on his hips.

And you, well your shorts get even shorter and sweaters begin to grow more unzipped.

-Shoto Todoroki, who finally asks if you want to head back to his place with him to ‘watch a movie’. You agree of course, and he keeps an arm wrapped around your waist the whole walk home making small talk about school of all things. If only you knew the perverse images flashing in his head.

You walk past his two hot older brothers-who are sitting on the couch watching some action movie and smoking a blunt. You wave politely and Shoto rolls his eyes at the way they do not even attempt to conceal the way they are checking you out.

Oh well, he’ll just have to fuck you loud enough for both of them to hear.

-Shoto, who always gets what he wants. You’re on top of him, kissing his neck and chest, jerking him beneath his sweats as he grips your ass-smacking it occasionally. “So impatient” He tsks as you roll his sweats down.

“Cant wait for this dick, can you?”

You shake your head no and he grabs you by the hair, pulling you close for a sinful kiss. “Use your words”

“Want you to fuck me….you’re so hot” You whine and he kisses you again, biting at your lower lip.

“Good girl”

-Shoto Todoroki, who has your legs folded in such a way that it hurts. Your ankles and wrists bound by his hand as he pounds into you relentlessly.

Of course he has good dick, he’s perfect, even his dick is pretty!

-He is groaning and cursing on top of you, free hand going to choke you and pinch your nipples.

“Mm, Shoto!”

“Yeah say my fucking name” The bed is creaking and slamming against the wall, if you weren’t so fucked out you would worry about his brothers being able to hear. But obviously he doesn’t care about that.

“Shoto!” You whine, squealing when he snaps! his hips so meanly. It hits that spongy spot that makes your tummy feel funny. “Too much, too much!”

The two of you had established a safe word, icyhot. And you had yet to mutter it so he ignores your complaints, slamming into you like he would die without your pussy.

-“Stop whining” He finally releases your wrists, pushing your ankles all the way to your ears as his strokes try to find their own rhythm. This position has you squeezing him so tight it’s hard to move sometimes. “You wanted this shit, huh? Always staring at me in class”

You squeal, his calm voice grounds you in a way. Even if his words are filthy. “Wearing those slutty little clothes to the store. You walk around like that?”

“Just wanted you t’look at me” You whine, his eyes go down to his cock disappearing into your folds. He’s so deep and you’re so wet, your slick almost suctions to his thighs-leaving a sloshing noise every time he pulls his hips back.

-“M’fucking looking” He nods, jaw agape and panting like a fucking dog. “Can’t take my eyes off this slutty pussy”

“Gonna watch you cum on this dick” He speaks determinedly, eyes glazed over with something feral as his thumb goes to rub your clit. “Know you want to”

-“Yesyesyes!” You cry out, throwing your head back and gripping the sheets. The sounds are downright pornographic-his own grunting and the occasional moan mixed in with the wet noises from your sloppy pussy.

He’s close, and you are too.

-His thumb begins moving faster and you’re starting to shake. He watches your stomach quiver, forcing your legs down even though they try to break free of his grip. You’re certain there will be bruises left over tomorrow with the way he holds onto you.

-“Cumming Shoto!” His eyes never leave the way your release comes spilling out, onto his thighs and stomach. He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, watching you come undone before his very eyes.

He doesn’t even realize he forgot to put a condom on, now actively shooting ropes inside of you-he can’t remember the last time he came this much.

“Don’t worry, m’on the pill” You mutter, lazy eyes fluttered closed as he softly thrusts into you.

His heart drops, what a shame.

-Shoto Todoroki, who misses you when he moves away. He always hearts your stories and slides up on your posts and promises to come and see you. But he never does.

Hitoshi Shinso as The Shitty Ex!

-Hitoshi Shinso, your ex boyfriend who comes knocking (banging) at your door one night. He’s on his knees spewing bullshit about how the time apart made him realize how much he needs you.

It only took sleeping with half of the girls at his College to understand that.

-But he regrets it! He feels so stupid and terrible so ‘pleasepleaseplease take me back! Im sorry!’

“These other girls could never love me the way you do!”

-You laugh right in his face, arms crossed as you look down in disgust. “Are you high?”

“Whatthefuck no!” He hides his face in his hands with a big sigh. He looks…..pathetic. Eyes baggier than usual, messy purple hair as he finally gives up on the kneeling and sits back against the wall. Pulling out his vape, he hits it, all the while looking you in the eye. “I just miss you”

You roll your eyes, sitting down right next to him and snatching the puff into your hands. “Hitoshi…I think you’re just lonely”

He stays quiet as he thinks of what to say. It seems all words are lost on him. “I would do anything”

“Anything?”

-For some terrible, sick reason seeing him so whiny does something to you.

You suppose you have Denki to thank for what happens next.

-Hitoshi Shinso, whose whole body twitches when you deny his release for the second time. He’s whining, hips bucking up into your touch as you jerk him lazily, hand barely wrapped around his cock.

“Say it!”

“No!” He shakes his head furiously side-to-side, ears and chest turning red with how flushed he is. His chest heaves up and down.

“Then you don’t get to cum” You let go of him and his hand immediately to shoots out to grab yours, pulling it right back to the place he needs you the most.

“M’sorry” He whimpers, eyes scrunching shut as he imagines you giving him what he wants. How fat his load would be, you would be so pleased with how much he has built up for you! He feels so embarrassed and ashamed, it’s all so dirty. The worst part of it all is how fucking hard he is.

“I’m sorry! Been so bad! Soso bad-fuck!” He shudders when you grip him tight, but that’s just it. You do nothing else, causing him to take matters into his own hands.

He starts fucking your hand, so needy and sloppily as he moans and groans about how bad he’s been. “I’m a bad boyfriend! I’ve been so bad, need you t’punish me!”

oh. You didn’t tell him to say all that.

- Hitoshi Shinso, who cums on the spot with the loudest groan you have ever heard in your life when you slap him across the face. It wasn’t even hard or anything, he just liked it way too much.

-Hitoshi Shinso who does not shut up when you start riding him-nails raking down his chest. You’re honestly annoyed because you still hate him! You just wanted to use him the way he used you!

“Shut upp” You groan, cupping his mouth as you try and tune out his words. The moans are hot, his yapping not so much. “Never said you could talk”

Holy shit he had no idea he would ever be into something like this. Your words make his eyes roll back, gripping onto your hips like he might lose you as he beings to fuck you back.

“Fuckk!” You cry when he pistons his hip in tandem with yours-allowing himself even deeper inside you, reaching all the way into your special spot.

-You throw your head back, so lost in the feeling of trying to meet each other’s movements that you take a hand off his mouth. Your hips rolling sensually over his, an unmistakable sloshing sound forming between the two of you.

“Pussy’s so good. Missed it so so much, mygoddd” He rests a head on your tummy, his lower half stuttering and twitching in an attempt to get more of you. “Loveyouloveyoulo-“

“I said shut the fuck upp” You stop, looking into his wimpy eyes that are so full of emotion. He keeps fucking you, but you grab his face to make him look at you. “You want me to gag you?”

You honestly meant it as more of a warning. But the way he frantically nods yes tells you everything you need to know.

-Hitoshi Shinso, whose whole body trembles when you grab the pair of panties that had previously been discarded and stuff them in his mouth. The whites of his eyes are the only thing you can see in between tufts of sweaty hair. It doesn’t stop the noise of course. If anything he becomes even louder than before.

At least he’s not talking.

-“Mmmm yes….much better” You coo, hips moving up and down so fast you can hardly think. You are soo glad your roommates are out of town.

Mostly because they would be so pissed that you’re fucking your ex!

-Hitoshi Shinso, whose moans and whines get louder the closer he is to finishing. His muscular body is drenched in sweat-abs and chest messy with his cum.

His arms absentmindedly wrap around your waist, thrusting up into your pussy as he chases his release. And a rough tug of his hair when he hits a certain spot deep inside is enough to make him finish again.

-Hitoshi Shinso, who is an absolute mess-his body feels so weak and hot. Sweat covers him entirely, lungs gasping for air as you slowly ride him. For a moment you think he might pass out with how exhausted he looks.

Taking the panties out of his mouth, you push some of his hair out of his face. He leans into your gentle touch. “You okay?”

“Yeah” A breathless whisper is all he can get out as you both catch your breath. And then he kisses you, so passionately and full of want that your teeth knock together for a second.

His hands slide their way down to your hips, guiding you to slowly move up and down. You whine at the ‘draaag’ of his thick cock inside your walls. Mouth open as you look down and listen to the lewd noises. Even worse is his cum dripping out of you-making a mess.

“Use me”

-Hitoshi kisses you again. “Use me to make you cum please, please. Wanna watch you do it”

- You do what you’re told, using him until you’ve cum twice and his body is limp, sprawled out across the mattress.

That is until you throw his clothes at him and tell him to get the hell out of your apartment.

-Hitoshi Shinso, who for some reason is surprised you are making him leave so soon. He mentions something about cuddling but you shut that down completely. Walking out into the hallway-he just has to ask.

“Where the hell’d you learn all that?”

- You giggle in response but the smile is wiped right off your face when you spot your favorite friend group rounding the corner!

“Toshi’ whatsup man!” Denki is the first to say hello, dapping him up with a sly smile. “S’been a while”

Shinso is still looking at you, he doesn’t understand why you look so scared.

“Sub bro” Sero daps him up in between bites of whatever snack he got at the store.

The boys look at you. You look at them, you look at Shinso like a deer caught in headlights. For a moment you forgot they all went to the same High School.

And Kirishima, who is usually quite friendly only nods and passes by your ex without a second glance back. This surprises Hitoshi.

And Bakugo, who was never very nice to begin with does not even look at the man you use to date-only you with his perpetual mad face, he makes a point of stretching his body uncomfortably to get by him without touching your ex.

And Shinso watches the way they all say hi to you, the lingering touches, the change in their voices as they greet you. He certainly notices when Denki and Sero (being the messy bitches they are) give you a kiss on the cheek before entering their friends’ apartment. Kirishima gives you a half hug, looking back at Shinso with an unreadable expression on his face.

-Although unsurprisingly Bakugo decides to be the pettiest, hugging you tight. “You good?” He whispers in your ear.

And you nod, assuring that your ex was just on his way out and you’ll call your neighbor should any problems arise. He accepts that answer.

-Katsuki Bakugo bids you farewell with a slap on the ass, right in front of your ex boyfriend’s eyes. You don’t miss the evil smirk on his face as he closes the door, leaving you with wide eyes and a hand over your mouth.

“You fucking kidding me?! You fucked him?” Your ex boyfriend looks so pissed and also a bit like he might cry. “And Kirishima! Why the fuck was he looking at me like that?! You fuck him too?!”

Your silence is the only answer he needs but as he now stomps down the hall the wheels in his head turn. The whole encounter was so weird and awkward that it makes him think. And the more he thinks, the more afraid he is to accept the truth. Hitting the button to the elevator, he looks back at you for the final time in his life.

“You fucked all of them, didn’t you?”

-Hitoshi Shinso, who cries on the drive home.

And last but not least!

Izuku Midoriya as The Unexpected Freak!

-Izuku Midoriya who is the smartest guy you know! The two of you had a few classes over the years and he carried you through quite a few of them. You always thanked him with coffee and sweet treats though so he never minded!

He’s such a cutie patootie! Although the two of you don’t see much of each other anymore seeing as he’s busy trying to complete his double major. You heard that he also does volunteer work on the weekends with kids and the elderly! How sweet is that?

-Izuku Midoriya, who does not hesitate to help you out when you ask him to tutor you for one of your finals. With the end of College right around the corner-you are desperate to pass.

-The two of you study for a while, although he finds himself a bit distracted. He heard about you and Shinso and well, Bakugo happened to tell him how much of a slut you are-you’ve slept with quite literally all of their friends. So he imagines sweet little you who has always seemed so cute and innocent completely fucked out beneath his friends, whining, begging for more.

Your perfume smells so sweet and flowery, you’re sitting closer than you ever have before. In a tight little shirt and pretty pink sweats that hug your thighs in the best way possible. I mean, how could he not be distracted?

-You ask him a question but he doesn’t answer-too zoned out on the pink lacy bra peeking out beneath your top. He can only see it because of how close you’re sitting and he blushes once he realizes you caught him staring!

“You okay Izuku?”

“Yeah…..I just wanna see something really quick”

-Izuku Midoriya, who has you on your knees mere minutes later-choking on his fat cock. Tears streaming down your face as you gag, attempting to pull off and breathe.

But he doesn’t let you, a firm grip of your hair is enough yo keep you in place. His large hands-that you were staring at earlier cup your head when he starts to fuck your mouth.

-The gargling and gagging noises are downright obscene as he fucks your throat roughly. Sniffles and whimpers as you try to catch whatever breath you can.

-Izuku Midoriya is quite vocal about the way you suck his cock, taking many moments to admire you. His dirty words and actions downright shock you. Who knew such a sweet boy had such a freaky little side to him??

“Mmm doing so good pretty girl, m’dick looks sooo good in your mouth”

“So sloppy baby. You like having your mouth stuffed, huh?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full pretty, such bad manners”

“Hah….look at you slurp this dick up. Never expected you to be so nasty yn”

-Izuku Midoriya who rubs his girthy, wet cock all over your face-slapping you with it lightly. He spreads it across, precum mixed with saliva and tears as he slaps the tip on your lips.

“So fucking nasty, bet you’d let me fuck your throat till’ you can’t talk anymore”

-“You look so pretty like this” His toes are curling as you guzzle him up, pulling off with a loud pop every now and then as you go give attention to his balls. “Shitshitshit gonna cum all over your messy face. Gonna ruin your pretty makeup, yeah?”

-“Ohhh yeah, just like that” He sighs in relief as he takes control again by pulling your hair, guiding you up and down. “You’re a good cocksucker….wish I knew that sooner”

-You’re sososo horny. Seeing someone so endearing act so filthy really has you going. You’re sucking him off like you’ll never get a taste of it again. You speed up your movements, flipping between downright suckling on the tip and swirling your tongue around it.

It seems to be working, judging by the way his knees (and dick) twitch. His moans get louder, breaths beginning to grow more shallow.

-Izuku Midoriya who begins jerking off before painting your face white with ropes of his hot cum, eyes stuck on the way your fingers pick up a bit of it and you lick them clean.

“S-shit. I needed that” He admits.

The sudden banging at your door startled you enough that you almost didn’t answer.

But the moment you heard Keigo’s voice on the other side, your heart settled.

You opened the door, and he rushed past you, wings twitching, breath uneven like he was in a rush

“Kei—”

“I just realized something while I was flying, Y/N,” he said quickly, already pacing back and forth in your kitchen. “You know how I fly.”

“…Yes?” You watched him, utterly confused.

“And you know how I always say I think best—how I’m at my chillest—when I’m in the air?"

You shook your head slowly. “Yeah… I’m not following.”

“It didn’t work!”

Still confused, you just raised an eyebrow amused because there was a spark in his eyes as he spoke, and his restless excitement you couldn’t quite place, but it was cute

“Just listen,” he said, running a hand through his hair, then rubbing his face. “I was flying, trying to clear my head, but it wasn’t working. I couldn’t focus-I just—” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply. “It was because of you.”

Your frown deepened. “…So it’s my fault?”

“Nooo,” he groaned, smiling like the answer should’ve been obvious. “No, No-no it’s not a bad thing. I just realized… the sky isn’t the place for me anymore. It doesn’t do the same things for me.”

He finally stopped pacing and started walking closer to you, “You do.”

“Me?”

“Yes," His voice softened. “You’re my safe place, Y/n. When I’m with you, Y/n, I’m at my calmest. I feel like myself more than I ever have—and that only happens when I’m with you.”

Keigo swallowed, breathless now, wings stilled completely.

“Y/n…I’m in love with you.” His smile was so wide, "I love you."

He had pulled you closer to him. His hands were resting on your waist, and he said it again, "I love you so much."

His joy was contagious, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, "Keigo, I love you too, so so much."

Thats it! Tysm for doing this!!! Sorry this is probably a lot 😭😭😭

Bakugo dating female cheerful s/o would include.

S/O drives Bakugo insane — in a good way. The girl never seems to *stop* talking, laughing, or bouncing between groups of friends, and yet somehow, Bakugo finds himself watching her more often than he admits. Her presence pulls attention wherever she goes, and he low‑key likes that people admire her, even if he grumbles about it.

Bakugo pretends he doesn’t care when S/O hugs almost everyone in the hallway, but everyone knows he’s fuming the second she turns away. S/O teases him mercilessly for being “jealous,” and he snaps back with something like, “Tch, I don’t care, stupid woman.” (He does care.)

Despite her hyper energy, S/O has this uncanny ability to read the mood instantly. Whenever Bakugo’s temper flares, she knows exactly when to step in with some oddly poetic advice that sounds straight out of a fortune cookie — except it somehow works and calms him down.

During training, their competitiveness is legendary. S/O challenges Bakugo to everything — push‑ups, sparring matches, even “who can eat the most spicy ramen.” Neither of them backs down, and it usually ends with someone yelling and someone else laughing uncontrollably.

Bakugo doesn’t realize at first how much he counts on S/O to ground him emotionally. When classmates come to S/O for guidance, he’ll act annoyed, but he respects that everyone turns to her. He secretly listens to her advice too, just pretending he came up with it himself later.

S/O’s loud laugh is one of Bakugo’s favorite sounds, though he’ll never say that out loud. When she bursts out laughing in class, he’ll smirk even as he tells her to “pipe down,” because seeing her so carefree brightens his day.

S/O is one of the only people who can successfully drag Bakugo into social gatherings. He’ll scowl the whole way there, but if she grabs his hand and says, “C’mon, Dynamight, live a little!” he somehow follows without another word.

Whenever S/O gets serious — that eerie, calm, wise look she gets when someone’s in trouble — Bakugo freezes. He’s seen her blast through games and jokes, but when that quiet authority slips in, he listens. Part of him is a little in awe of her.

Their arguments are deafening. S/O is as stubborn as Bakugo, tossing playful insults just as fast as he can dish them out. But ten minutes later, they’re probably on the couch, with her using his lap as a pillow while yelling at the TV during a video game.