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Touchstarved!Bakugou x comforting!fem!reader

cw/ dry humping, oral (f receiving), prejac if you squint, kissing, pre-relationship, FLUFFY SMUT

Synopsis: When an injured Katsuki allows Y/N to take care of him, Y/N REALLY takes care of him

Touchstarved!Bakugou who hurt his ankle pretty bad in combat yesterday

Touchstarved!Bakugou who refuses to ask you, one of his very best friends, for comfort and help.

Touchstarved!Bakugou who never has to :)

It had been a sparring day in training when Bakugo sprained his ankle pretty gnarly. You hadn’t personally witnessed it, but when you overheard Kirishima whining to Mina about how he “felt so bad” for being the perpetrator of Bakugou’s suffering, you decided to get to cooking.

One thing Bakugou loved in this world was food. Now don’t get me wrong–he was incredibly healthy, but he did like to indulge every now and again. You were chopping, stirring, and tossing, absolutely chefing UP for your injured best friend. You made him his favorite meal, spicy mapo tofu. 

Knowing he was likely in a bad mood, you put it in a bag and write him a sweet note, prepared to be immediately kicked out of his room. Because of this very likely event, you also opted not to text him alerting him of your arrival. 

You tap on his door gently. You hear stomps as he opens the door. “What?” He asks, gruffly. “I heard you hurt your ankle, I made you some food.” You reach your arm out to hand him the bag of food. He moves to the side, almost subconsciously inviting you in. “Want me to re-wrap your ankle while I’m here?” You ask with a gentler disposition than you normally would have with him.

Generally, you too had insane banter. He wasn’t soft on you just because you were a girl. And you were the same way! You teased him just as harshly, never afraid of his retaliation. But tonight you wanted to be there for him. He doesn’t respond, but you walk into his dorm anyway. 

He sits on the bed expectantly and you kneel on the floor before him. You look up at him, and immediately blush at the position you’re in. “What's wrong with you-oh..” “yeah..well…im sure that would make you feel better than the mapo tofu, ha-ha-ha..a” You say, trying to lighten the mood but your joke falls flat. He looks down at you with eyes as serious as ever. “It might” he places a hand on your head, and pulls your hair to force your gaze up at him.

“How can you say something like that so seriously!!! Kats, you’re joking surely?” He just looks down at you, almost smirking as he watches you freak out about the idea of giving him head. You realized that at some point you had put your hands on his thighs, squeezing them in nervousness. Wordlessly, he pulls you up by your waist, propping you up on top of his lap. In a leap of faith you press a kiss to his cheek.

“That's all I get?” He says, gripping your chin. He pulls you in close and kisses your lips passionately. 

Soon enough you’re completely tonguing each other down, kissing and nipping at each other's lips. He grips your hips and moves them on top of his, giving you both some MUCH needed friction. His head falls back a bit and a tiny groan falls from his lips. This revitalizes your energy and you move your hips quicker on his. 

His head falls to your shoulder and he bites the juncture of your neck, to which you mewl in return. “I can feel how hard you are, should’ve picked me up and put me on your lap like this much earlier, fuck~” You whisper sternly into his ear. “Didn’t want you to know I needed you” He says breathlessly, flipping your positions and snapping his hips. You can feel his throbbing length inbetwixt your thighs. You’re wearing relatively thin shorts, so every ridge of his length kisses your clit so sweetly. You throw your head back “Kats, fuck, I’m close” “yeah baby? You’re so close to the edge just from barely touching me?” he asks tauntingly. 

You wrap your legs around his hips, gaining back some control of your pleasure. You watch his pretty face tighten up, lips being bitten, and eyes rolling. “Seems like you’re… hahhh…just as close” You say to the cadence of your moving hips. “y/n, fuck!” he grumbles into your shoulder, spilling himself into your pants. “Shit…you just feel too good,” he explains. He immediately starts fiddling with the drawstring of your shorts. He pulls them up and off your legs, pushing your knees to spread your legs. 

“Can’t let such a pretty girl go unsatisfied” he says before leaning down, pushing your panties to the side, and lapping at your glistening folds. “Suuuchhh a pretty pussy” he spreads your labia and ogles you. He suckles on your clit before trading with his fingers. He works his tongue into your hole, hands and tongue working in tandem. He returns to kissing and licking your clit and he pushes two thick fingers into your very pretty pussy. 

“Nghhhhhh it feels so good, kat. mhm, just like that” You encourage. He continues at a punishing pace. Your thighs tighten around his head. His pretty crimson eyes look up at you “you close?” he asks, mouth messy. He looks absolutely depraved, you could probably cum from just that sight alone. “Hell yes.” “Then cum” he demands. You comply, your cunt spasming on his fingers releasing all over his face. 

Touchstarved!Bakugou who cleans the mess between your thighs with his tongue, then a clean towel before laying on top of your stomach and looking up at you with wide almost innocent eyes.

Touchstarved!Bakugou who’s hair your comb through with your fingers while telling him just how good he made you feel.

Touchstarved!Bakugou who might be more willing to ask for what he wants next time.

Virgin!Iida x Virgin!VP!fem(implied)!user

cw/ p in v, unprotected, oral, loss of virginity, FLUFFY SMUT

Synopsis: When Y/N and Iida go out for dinner after a late evening in the student council room, Y/N confronts Iida about his coldness and things get hot and heavy.

Author Note: This is my very first fic! Please let me know what you think of it

Y/N L/N can finally calm down.

As relatively new 2nd years at UA high, you and all of your classmates have experienced things that you never should have had to. But luckily, due to the war’s end, you’ve all been able to slowly rebuild and return to normal hero training. Things are as peaceful as they’ve ever been; This allows you to enjoy both your time as a teenager, and as an “aspiring” (but we all truly know you’re already a) HERO.

Reflecting back on your first year at UA, you think you’ve always liked Tenya Iida. It’s only natural! The sheer amount of time you’ve spent together could make anyone question their emotions for someone. To everyone else, Iida was stuck up and bothersome. A dud, some would say. But to you, he was your president. 

By all accounts you would have won the election for class representative, but you saw how much it meant to Iida, and decided to ask your classmates to nominate you as Vice-President instead. Because of both of your elections, you and Tenya Iida have been forced into close proximity a LOT, growing both your friendship and…other feelings for him. Your re-election this year has only added to this.

“L/N-san…L/N-san.. L/N F/N-SAN.” Iida exclaims, breaking your train of thoughts, and plopping you right back down in the student council room. With him. Alone. “No need to yell.” You roll your eyes. “As sassy as ever, madam Vice-President..” He chuckles. “What is it that you so rudely interrupted me for?” You ask with a raised eyebrow. “Well… I was wondering if you might be hungry? It’s late, and despite your zoning out you’ve done good work, so I’d like to treat you.” “Treat me, you say? Well how could I say no to that.” You smile. 

Soon enough, Iida has you walking through the streets of Japan, making your way to a cute sushi restaurant. Everything would be perfect except…YOU’RE FREEZING! You had taken off your blazer in the student council room, as per normal and you had forgotten to put it back on! You fold into yourself, rubbing your arms with your hands with enough friction to start a fire. “L/N..?” “Hm?” “You look cold” “I’m fucking freezing” Iida purses his lips at your language, never quite getting used to your “potty mouth”. “You didn’t bring your blazer, that was irresponsible”. You put your hand up to ignore his reprimands, which at this point are anything but foreign to you. “You can have mine”

You’re internally screaming. “YES...oh um, yes, please. Thank you.” You quiet yourself, reigning back in your emotions. Iida slides off his blazer and drapes it over your shoulders. His large hand skims your skin and it feels like he lit you on fire. You shudder under his touch. “Here, L/N..” “Thanks, and, I’ve told you a million times to call me F/N.” “You don’t think that…sounds too familiar?” “I think we spend 24 hours a day, 7 days a week together. The least you can do is call me by my given name.” You hug yourself in his oversized blazer, finally gaining some warmth. 

Honestly, having a crush on him most times is painful. He is overly respectful and formal, it never feels like he lets you IN.

“Do you like me Iida?”

The words slipped out of your mouth before you could think about their implications. Truly you didn’t mean that in a romantic context—okay maybe you did. But you sure as hell did not mean to say it out loud! 

“I mean as a friend of course.” You look away from him trying to save yourself the further embarrassment, knowing that you have to further explain yourself. “You just…dont seem to want to be very close with me.” You say, rather sadly. You peek from your peripheral vision to see his reaction; he’s…blushing??

Iida is every bit of 6 feet, muscle, and man. And somehow you’ve reduced him to a blushing mess. You save him his dignity and continue looking straight ahead. “I want to be close with you”. Your body reacts before you do, moving closer to him and leaning into his broad frame as you walk. For the rest of the walk to the restaurant you stand close to him, loving the warmth and safeness you feel from his presence.

As you get seated into the restaurant and the waiter takes your order, you start feeling bold. “Iida?” your lips curl into a sort of smirk. “Have you ever had a girlfriend before, hmm?” He immediately is back to blushing “L-L-L/N-san that is highly inappropriate-" You’re really getting a kick out of this. “-you shouldn't be asking these sorts of questions out of the blue and-” You're fully laughing at him now, and you can’t help but tease him more. “-quite frankly it-it’s none of your business!” “ahhh.. I see, I see. Ten-Ten’s never had a girlfriend, no wonder you’re so pent up…” You slide your hand onto his thigh under the table. He turns even brighter red. “F/N L/N!!!” he exclaims louder than appropriate for the quiet sushi environment. He lowers his tone to a heated whisper. “It-it’s incredibly inappropriate and unprofessional-" You cut him off by tracing soft patterns on the inside of his thigh. You are absolutely ruining the resolve of your class president.

His handsome face contorts as you don’t let up. His lip curls into a tightly wrought frown, and he pinches his eyes shut. “F/N…please…not here.” He almost begs you. “So, Mr. President does have desires.. Hmmmmm” You smirk at him. “I-” he mutters “I’m human too” he admits under his breath. “What was that, Mr. President? Are you admitting to having unseemly desires for your Vice-President? Very, very, naughty, Mr. President.” You speak in a low tone, voice dripping like honey. “Please…don’t make this difficult for me” he lowers his gaze to the table. “Fine, but then you have to do something for me as well! Come to my dorm at 9pm.” His eyes widened “But curfew is at 10! What would our classmates say if they saw me go into your room at such an improper time?!” “Oh whatever, goody-two-shoes, just come over!” 

And with that, his fate was sealed. Tonight would be the night that Tenya Iida would no longer be a virgin.

As soon as you get back from the restaurant, you sprint to the showers. This would, if what you believe will happen is true, be your very first time as well. You use all of your best products, taking the best everything shower in all of Japan. You return to your room and pick out a flimsy white lace thong and a matching bra. You knew Iida was tradition, so white felt only appropriate. On top of that you throw on some loose booty shorts and a matching white crop top. 

At the same time, Iida is also internally panicking. He sees you get into the shower, so he follows suit. He’s not really sure what to do or how to get ready. As he washes his muscular figure he wonders why you’ve summoned him to your room so late at night? Was he correctly identifying what you were implying? Would it be okay to give into the desires he’s determined are beneath him? His mind slips to images of you. Your chest heaving in your rather revealing hero costume after a spar. How your body feels on top of his as you try to pin him. The way your pretty e/c eyes roll at him when he annoys you, and how they might roll if he made you feel another way. He dunks his face in the water to clear his head. As he makes his way back to his dorm to get dressed and quickly head over to your dorm room he stresses himself out over all of the possibilities. 

Knock Knock Knock

You almost drop your phone, you pace the floor a little bit as you go to open the door. You are just as nervous as he is. As you open the door, you open your mouth “Iidapleasecomeinsitdown” you spit out. “okaysoIknowyou’reveryproperbut..” you take a breath and slow down, remembering the earlier teasing exchange you had with him. “I want to.. Be close with you too. And I know you have urges, and I do too. And I think that…well I think that maybe we should…maybe we should help each other?”. Iida turns bright red immediately, he covers his face in embarrassment. To your surprise he says, “I…think that may be for the best.” Your eyes are as wide as saucers in shock, your body moves on its own, straddling him without a second thought. You move his hands from his face. “Don’t be scared of me… let's do this, yeah?” You ask gently. “Y-yes.” You hold his chin between your thumb and forefinger. You tilt his head to examine his handsome face. “You’re really attractive, Tenya.” “Tenya…I like it when you call me that. I understand why you wanted me to call you F/N now. I apologize for the oversight, F/N” You almost laugh at how sexy this total nerd is underneath you. “And you're beautiful yourself, F/N..” At that, you pull his face in and kiss him softly at first. 

The kiss quickly heats up, you grab at his back like a madwoman. He grips your hips as he tries not to buck his own into yours. “Ngh~ Tenya.. You feel..” You groan into his ear. He can’t hold himself back, he picks you up and flips your positions as if you weigh nothing. You have this huge, beautiful, nerdy, man kissing your neck, nipping and licking all of your sweetspots in a way you never imagined possible for someone as proper as he is. He can’t help but grind his throbbing, but still clothed, erection between your thighs. 

He kisses down your body, stripping off your shirt as he does so. Tenya pauses as he sees your beautiful breasts, freeing them from the confines of your bra. “God, you are so sexy..” he mutters, almost talking to himself. He kisses and caresses your breasts, pulling and swirling at your nipples, as he leaves hickies all over them. His hands slowly make their way down your body. He picks up your hips and practically rips off your shorts. He beholds your delicate little scrap of lace with a now prominent wet spot.

“Look at how wet you are for me, you dirty girl…I’ve barely touched you.” he chuckles, you can’t help but respond with a moan. “Let me taste you, babygirl..” He smiles with a newfound confidence. Tenya lowers himself between your thighs, spreading your lips. He slowly starts rubbing everywhere but where you want him most, before pressing a long kiss to your throbbing bud. He suckles and licks it like he’s in love with it. He slowly works in a finger, opening you up to him. He laps at you wildly, your thighs tightening around his head. He works in a second finger, now pumping his fingers right into your g-spot. You feel close to the edge, and you hold onto his hair for dear life. “Fuck, Ten, I’m gonna cum, shit~!” You whine, thighs trembling, and he continues at just the right pace to tip you over. You release all over his face, and he laps up your mess as if it’s the sweetest ambrosia. “You taste so good..could eat you for decades..” he moans into your folds. 

You yank him up by his shirt and help him discard it, you pull him into a filthy kiss and he lowers his pants. You reach down and start pumping his length. It’s new to you, but to him, the way you’re twisting your wrist is as if you’ve had much experience. He groans into the kiss as he pulls back. He hooks his thumb into your mouth, pressing his thumb onto your tongue and forcing your mouth open. He spits directly into your widened mouth. “Be a good girl for me and swallow it, hm?” He says convincingly. “You want me to put it in, babygirl?” He asks gently. With his digit in your mouth you can’t speak but you nod viciously. He takes his time and slides into you. Your walls pulse around him. “You’re so tight.. You feel so incredibly good, F/N.” He groans into your ear. “Mind if I move?” he asks before slowly pulling his hips back and then slamming back into you. He sets an unrelenting and incredibly pleasuring pace. You can’t help but moan loudly.

“Babygirl, be quiet. Don’t- haahh- want our classmates to hear” He puts a hand over your mouth, his voice matching the rhythm of his thrusts. “I can’t t-take it Tenya, fuck!” You exclaim, somehow already teetering on the edge again. Tenya reaches down and rubs tight circles onto your clit “Go ahead, cum for me, baby.” He encourages, and he sends you right over. “Goooood girl… look how good yur takin it while cumming your little brains out. Never took you for such a dirty girl.” He taunts. “T-tenya! I really can’t take anymore!” You shout out in overstimulation, his punishing pace not faltering after your second orgasm of the night. “You said you wanted stress relief, and I’m giving you that, baby. I know you can take it” His hand travels to your neck to apply little bit of pressure as he continues fucking into you. “Shit, babygirl, I’m gonna cum” “B-baby! Please! Cum inside me! I wanna feel you. I wanna feel all of you! Fill me up, please!” You whisper-beg into his ear as you kiss his neck. Tenya bites down on your shoulder as his hips quicken, his voice gets louder and louder as he moans into your skin. 

“I’m- damn! Cumming!!” He whimpers into your shoulder, releasing himself deep inside of you. His hips stutter, and you wrap your legs around his hips to keep him in. “Im…so glad you talked me into ‘stress relief’” he chuckles, kissing your forehead.