helios's mostly smut one shots.

you are my drive( izuku X momo)

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in the middle of the night way past the curfew and bedtime, inside the common toilet of class 1-A there was a girl. a girl that most wouldnt think of. momo yaoyorozu. class vice representative. and possibly the most beautiful girl in the freshman year. her onyx spiky hair tied in a ponytail, her onyx eyes, her downright perfect figurine that most woman would be jealous of? who would want her. she was perfect mor many people. she was rich, smart, pretty, she had a powerful quirk, she was kind, caring and more. 

but she had a problem. a problem only a select few knew. she was madly in love with someone. so much so that she would often fantasize about him during class, so much so that, in fact, if it wouldnt be for her ridiculous IQ she would have probably fail most academic classes. but who was it? was it shoto todoroki? there were quite a lot of girls who find him handsome. but no, she had her interactions with her but not in a romantic way. was it bakugo, hell no. he was way too aggressive for her. was it mineta.......EWW.

and here she was in the bathroom, wearing a skirt barely long enough to cover her butt, some socks, and a t-shirt which she removed a several minutes ago. she was masturbating with a dildo using her anus none the least, all the while her nipples were strapped to a pipe that pump the milk out of her overgrown tits. but the most interesting item she had at the moment was the boy she loved so much. imagining her and him doing it together.

momo: "ah harder izuku I feel you in me!!!! ram my ass as you please......ahhh"

there it was, a picture of class 1-A's possibly the most innocent looking student. at least on the outside. without a shirt on none the least. this was picture she took some time ago when the class was having a vacation at the beach. in his uniform, he looked like this plain looking boy with an innocent smile. by no means he was short. at least he was slightly taller than her by an inch. but underneath that uniform was a body that can only be described as, 'forged by gods themselves' his perfect 8 pacts, arms looking like they were covered with multilayered with millions of muscle tissue, his chest area looking so bulky that he would almost need a bra. and even from the back he looked amazing. she once watched him benchpress a fucking tree trunk without his fucking quirk. that was the day she thought exactly how much he can lift, only to get tripped while thinking too much and not paying attention to her surroundings. however izuku caught her in a mere moment, carrying her bridal style and pulling her towards his chest. now that she was finally able to feel it, momo realized exactly how chiseled izuku was.

momo: 'feels like steel.'

thats what she thought back then. with her cheeks getting redder that kirisima's hair. it didnt helped when izuku looked at her with a soft and caring smile. asking if she was ok. he was indeed a gentleman. with the body and the power of a titan.

but none of that was the reason while she was head over heels for him. no, her reason was much more that good looks. it was because who he was. what he was. and what he will be in the future.

it all started for her during the sports festival, that event in general was a massive humiliation to her. she barely passed the obstacle course at the thirtieth place with the pervert midget of the class literally riding him like a taxi to pass the test for half and hour straight. it bothered her even more for the fact that she couldnt do anything about it. and there was the cavalry battle. sure she was able to pass but in the end that was because of lida's speed and todoroki insane power. she herself essentially did nothing back there. todoroki did trusted her with the defense, but it wanst like most teams attacked them anyways. and finally the tournament, it took 8 seconds for tokoyami to launch her outside the arena with dark shadow. she couldnt even think straight back then aside from thinking of making a shield over and over again to defend herself from the fury of attacks. and there she was, on the corner of the waiting waiting room. curled to a ball thinking she couldnt do anything and how she essentially couldn't do shit by herself the whole time. she felt useless. not deserving of her position as a recommended student.