Chapter Text
MHA College AU ( Male OC, Kenny.)
I love Mina’s off-campus parties. There is nothing college kids love more than free alcohol, drugs, mayhem, and sex you regret in the morning after waking up in a strangers bed with a massive hang over. And tonight was no different.
Stepping into Mina’s place, the smell of sweat and alcohol floated into my lungs as the deep bass from the music vibrated my bones. Everyone from class A, some of our old school friends, and even a few of Class B were here. I scanned for a particular face, but my eyes ended up catching Tenya dancing on a table and Denki getting an immense amount of Bi-panic from Jiro and Shinso’s attacks.
“KENNY!!! You made it!!” Bubblegum pink hair came into view as Mina pranced over towards me, Ochako flanking her left.
“Of course. I wouldn’t miss any of your parties for the world Mimi.” Mina and I had been childhood best friends since we met in kindergarten. Peer pressure pushed us to date in middle school, but after our first kiss, it quickly stopped after I realized I was gay. But we’ve never been closer since. She’s like my little sister.
“Awww, Kenny, you know just what to say.” She giggled. She was wasted by the look of the dark flush and her bubblyness. “Come on! We were just about to start our game.”
“Game?” I asked, skeptical of what she had planned. But instead of getting an answer, she just flashed me a devilish grin, grabbed my wrist, and dragged me past our old classmates and the campus perv Mineta grinding against each other, Tokoyami doing lines off of Kirishima’s abs, and an aggressive make-out session between Sero and Shoto. We took a left, and made our way down a dark hallway, then upstairs.
Mina lived in a two story building, with the bottom as the “communal area” and the top for smaller gatherings and an overall more comfortable place to be. Mina’s parents bought this place for her after she moved across the country to be here, at the prestigious UA Academy of the Arts. But since the break-in and her stalker incident back in our first year, she started rooming with Ochako and Tsuyu. They never found the stalker, but she still receives mysterious gifts and letters. After therapy, and a considerable amount of self-defence and martial arts training, she’s started healing properly. It’s been 3 years, and I was really worried, but she’s 22, and wants to be more independent. Respect.
Ochako ran back downstairs, saying she forgot something as Mina led me to a smaller lounging area. There sat Izuku and Momo, talking about their majors. Whilst I did general arts, Momo took the ballet course, and Izuku did photography. Mina was in the music department with Ochako.
“Hey guys!” Mina chirped, “I’m just waiting on Ochako, and then we’ll start.”
“Sure.”
“Great!”
Mina and I sat, grabbing our preferred drinks. Her, a pre-made vodka and raspberry lemonade, me a classic bottle of jack daniels and coke. Izuku shared a bottle of Malibu with Momo, whilst she huffed on her joint. I joined her, rolling one and setting myself against the coach as we caught up and gossiped.
15 minutes passed before Ochako returned with some more people from our class. Sero and Shoto walked hand-in-hand after Ochako, a bong and a bag of weed in their free hands, followed by Kirishima, Jiro, Shinso, and Denki. Then, blond hair and toned muscles. Katsuki Bakugo, the campus heart throb. He’s better known from his younger modelling days for his mother’s highly known various lines that rocked the world of fashion as we know it. Now, he does a double course of fashion and ballet, making occasional guest appearances in some of his mothers most successful shows.
They all walked in and we situated ourselves into a circle. As Katsuki sat, he winked at Mina, and she grinned back. An involuntary wave of protectiveness washed over me, with a mix of… jealousy? I mean, the guy was hot, and yeah, I liked him, but, seriously? As well as his influential history, he was a player. Leads girls on, then leaves them high and dry when they try anything.
“YAY! Everyone’s here! Let’s get started.” Mina said, excitement seeping off her.
“Start what, exactly?” I quizzed, still unsure of what we’re doing.
“This is why you should read the group chat, Kenny.” Ochako answered. “Mina’s pre-exam party is an important event, and a norm for people our year. She wanted to keep it small, but didn’t want to disappoint people.’’ She explained. “So we decided to do both! Whilst everyone’s down there partying like fuck, we’re gonna be up here, doing our own thing, whilst Tenya and Sato stay on the stairs and make sure no one comes up.”
“Oh, okay.” I replied. “Well, what are we doing?”
“7 Minutes in Heaven.” Kirishima teased, playfully jerking his brows at me.
“Everyone ready?” Mina asked.
Katsuki grabbed a beer, opened it, chugged it back, then put the bottle in the middle. “Fuck yeah.”
We took turns with the spins. First, Sero and Shoto, who (by no surprise) didn’t come out till 20 minutes past the time. Then, me and Kirishima, Ochako and Momo, Mina and Katsuki, Izuku and Jiro, Shinso and Denki, Izuku and Katsuki, so on and so forth. It was 10 when we started, and it was near midnight now. Sero and Shoto had left, so did Shinso, Jiro and Denki, then Izuku, leaving me, Mina, Momo, Ochako, Katsuki and Kirishima left. Mina spun the bottle, and it landed on Kirishima. They entered, then 7 minutes later, exited looking a lot more flustered than when they entered. Next it was my turn. I spun.
It landed on Katsuki.
Something flashed in Katsuki’s eyes, but didn’t linger long before disappearing before I could see what it was.
“Come on.” He grumbled as he stood and made his way to the closet.
I stood and walked after him without a word, entering the closet, and shutting the door behind me. The air grew thick, and there was something in his eyes that made me squirm.
Deciding to cut the tension, I asked. “ Why are you here? I’ve never seen you at one of these.”
“Mina owed me a favor. She’s helping me hook up with someone, but I don’t know if they’re even into me.” He stated matter-of-factly. “ You guys seem close. What’s your guys’ deal? You guys hooking up or something?” He interrogated.
“No, definitely not.” I gushed.
He raised an eyebrow.
“We’re best friends.” I explained
“Guys and girls can’t be best friends without one liking the other.”
“Well, I’m gay so that doesn’t apply to us, man.”
“Oh.” He sounded just as surprised by my openness as I was. Me being gay was an open secret, but I didn’t flaunt it or really talk about it.
“Then you wouldn’t mind if I did this then?”
Before I could register what he said, his mouth was on mine. Hot, desperate, hungry. Like a man starved of what he craved. I pushed him back, my chest heaving, but not before grabbing his face and pulling him closer, kissing him harder than before.
Our teeth banged together, our tongues dancing a fiery tango for dominance. He tugged at my bottom lip and I stifled back a groan, grinding against him involuntarily. His mouth worked its way across my jaw and down my neck whilst his hand palmed my cock. Fuck, just the friction was enough to drive me crazy. He nipped and sucked at my neck as I bit my lip to hide my moans and ground against his palm.
The timer went off. “Fuck” He cursed. Next thing I knew, I was being pulled up and hauled out of the closet and dragged away from my friends who… weren’t there?
Katsuki pushed me into a room, closing the door behind him. There was a hunger in his gaze that sent shivers down my spine. Then, in two quick strides, we stood inches from each other, our breaths tangled and tagged. My skin tingled in anticipation as he hooked my chin under his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to look at him.
“Kenny,” he said, his voice raw. “Do you want to do this?”
I nodded.
“Are you sure? We don’t have to.”
“Katsuki, I want this.” I pleaded.
That was all he needed. He dipped his head and brushed his lips against the slop of my neck.
“So fucking precious.” He breathed against me. “So fucking mine.”
I shivered involuntarily. He grabbed my legs, lifted me up, and carried me to the bed. I yelped when he threw me down and took off his shirt. I hastily started to strip as well, kicking off my shoes and pulling the hem of my shirt over my head. I’d just pulled my jeans off my legs when Katsuki grabbed my wrists, pinning the above my head and kissed me with a passion that made my head spin. With my hands still pinned above my head, he moved down my body, leaving hickeys and bite marks all over my neck and chest. He grazed his teeth over my nipple, emitting a soft sob from me. His head snapped up.
“Does that hurt? Do you want me to stop?” He asked
“No.” I breathed. “Please Katsuki, I need it.”
“What do you need, Kenny? Tell me what you want and beg for it.”
“Please, I need you inside me. I need the friction so bad. I’m throbbing, please, I-I’ll do anything please!” I begged and pleaded over and over whilst his mouth ghosted over my body, making me squirm and my breathing grow heavy.
“Stay still.” He commanded, his voice dropping into a husky caress. Before I could say anything, he had grabbed his belt and bound my wrists to the headboard. Anticipation mixed with a little bit of fear and adrenaline hammered through my veins. I looked down and- Oh god. I could only see the outline of his cock through his boxers, but even in the dim lighting, I could see it. Long, thick and hard. How the fuck was it going to fit?
He was back at my nipples, wasting not a second. He nipped and sucked at the left one whilst his thumb worked the other. I gripped the leather of his belt, whimpers and moans slipping past my lips before I could catch them. Katsuki sat up, and I was panting. The stimulation was overwhelming, and I loved it.
A finger ran down the underside of my cock, and I groaned as it twitched and pulsed, begging for a release. Katsuki removed his boxers and pulled his dick, stroking the thick, hard length of himself. As he stroked himself, I watched. I swear I was in heat. The tip of my own cock was dripping precum.
He looked down at me, smirking. “ I’m gonna fuck your pretty ass until you’re screaming my name.”
___________________-
So… what y’all think???