Saw you ask for Bakugo requests so here’s the vision… (NSFW) *Also this could work for other people too, especially Iida (which I would also love to see)
Classmates at UA are gossiping about y/n and Bakugo, because they are study partners and they study in either your or Bakugo’s dorm together.
Classmate: “I wonder if they ever do anything more than just study”
Other classmate: “Nah, he cares way too much his grades. He probably doesn’t even think about stuff like that”
Cut y/n and Bakugo (or Iida or anyone else) fucking like feral animals in heat
✨the vision✨
hihi, actually think this idea is so fun lol. i'll include both bakugo and iida because i think you're right this is perfect for iida and it'd be a crime not to write for him too!
warning for nsfw: established relationships, degrading on Katsuki's part, Tenya is an underwear thief, sex while studying (you'll be prepared for anatomy at least!), aftercare, and your friends are slightly perverted
katsuki bakugo x f!reader & tenya iida x f!reader - study buddies
Katsuki Bakugo
"So," Jiro began, twirling her ear-jack with her index finger, her other hand occupied with stirring the plastic straw around her strawberry matcha. "You're with Bakugo a lot."
The cafe bustled around you two in controlled chaos, chatter, and coffee. It was the perfect day for a friend-date, and she'd suggested you head out to the student-run cafe near school. It was an easy ten-minute walk, and you would've gone regardless because you were dying for a sweet treat and some quality time with your friend.
"Um." You stirred your own drink, ice clinking faintly. Outside the sun shone, warm and loving, a nice backdrop to the hangout, though maybe contrasting to the sharp smell of fruity syrups and espresso you caught whiffs of inside the cafe. "I guess so."
It wasn't hidden that everyone in your class thought you were Katsuki's dirty little secret, the girlfriend that he was too shy to share the news of with others.
In truth you were something, but you didn't want to entertain your classmates and the perverted theories of theirs you'd heard in passing.
They're always in his dorm, her dorm... What do you think they do in there all the time? They can't actually be studying, a guy with a girl like her.
Bakugo is aiming for Number One. He's not the type of get to get distracted by stupid carnal desires.
They make out. They have to. They don't do anything else. At least I wouldn't... Not if I studied with her.
He uses her for 'training.'
She slums good grades off him by giving him head.
They don't study, they fuck!
"I'm not trying to tease you or anything," said Jiro. "I think it's nice that you guys are together. If anything, that guy could learn to blow off some steam and you probably help him—"
"We're not together. We're study buddies," you interjected.
"Study buddies?"
"Yes."
"Not study-fuck buddies?"
"Kyoka!"
"All right, all right, whatever. I just want to ask—do you guys actually study? Or do you just goof around and watch movies or something?"
"We study."
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"She actually asked you that?" Katsuki questioned, two fingers deep in you as you squirmed against his straddling body. He had you between him and your bed, and a smug grin on his face. You'd been babbling while he worked you open (fingering you and begging you to give him at least one more orgasm before he was in you), and you let the anecdote of your talk with Jiro slip out.
"G-God... Can you—" You let out a breathy gasp when he curled his fingers exactly right, smirking wider. "Kats!"
"What?" he cooed.
"You're being an ass—"
"Am not."
"Are too!"
"C'mon, just tell me, babe. Jiro actually ask you that? What'd ya say? That we work and what-not, or that we just have sex?"
He captured you and pulled you back down when your body tried to buck up, then punished you with a searing kiss that left you painfully breathless before he let up. "Or did ya get shy? You're always shy with me, even though I've seen you like this a million times. Don't tell me Jiro gets you shy too—"
"Shut up!" You grabbed his shirt—it wasn't fair, you were undressed, save for your sweater, and he hadn't stripped anything off. "I told her that we study! Because we do!"
"Yeah," he said, pulling his fingers out of you and licking them clean. Then went his gym shorts. "I guess so."
You were almost spent. He'd pushed you to the brink with the first round—and it didn't look like he planned to let up any.
"W-Well, we do," you said quietly, not able to concentrate much as he rearranged you two into a missionary position. Forgotten textbooks and an assignment you both had due the next day laid in the floor. Katsuki had swiped them off after he deemed half an hour enough 'studying time.'
"If you want to call this studying," Katsuki said as he pushed himself into you all a once, a brutal, sweet burn erupting in your pussy, "knock yourself out."
He set off at a brutal pace, snapping his hips forward and back in a jerky pattern. His breath came out labored as he hovered over you, taking in how beautiful you looked while taking him. When your hands flew up to his hair, tugging and gripping, he hissed. "Fuck, babe. Too much?"
"No... Not enough—" you said just before being cut off by the pressure and warmth building in your stomach. "Keep going, Kats."
He kept at the same harsh pace until you grabbed his shoulder, then his thrusts became languid and expectant as he watched your face contort. When the orgasm washed over you, you let out a low moan and buried your face against his chest.
Katsuki was smiling smugly, hand stroking your hair and your sweat-glistened back. "Good job, baby. So good. Love you so much. That's it. This make studying worth it? Better remember this in class. When you're taking a test, make sure to remember how your boyfriend helped you out."
"Katsuki..." you whined as he lifted you off the bed and situated you in his lap. He'd slowly pulled out, briefly mesmerized by your slick combined with the suction your pussy had on his dick.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he whispered, kissing your neck. "Ya don't want anyone to know what a slut you are for me. Nobody knows you're dating me, but they still get the idea that you're fuckin' me behinds closer doors."
He laughed, genuinely and heartily, as he reached over to the nightstand—to grab you a bottle of water—then said, "I like that. Like them knowing that you're already busy with a guy. Eventually they'll know that I love you too, though, huh?"
Tenya IIda
"They're not a real couple."
"They might be. Look at them! They're such cuties."
"Iida is as straight-lace as they come, man. No way he'd get distracted by going on dates and making out with girls."
"I didn't say they do that stuff—I said they're a dignified couple! You're reducing them to a fling."
"Nuh-uh!"
"Well, I was actually talking to her! She says they don't get distracted while they study. Besides, girlfriend or not, Iida is way too much of a gentleman and a celibate robot to even think of trying stuff with a girl like her."
"Celibate robot... Kinda kinky, man. You can't think they're not doing anything besides studying. They're always holed up in their dorms or the library, and we never hear from them until they emerge like six hours later."
"They wouldn't do it in the library."
"I'd do it in the library."
"Gross!"
Kirishima and Mina, your oh-so-beloved classmates. You adore them. They're your friends after all! But they didn't know when and where to gossip, or how to properly read their environment.
Your secret boyfriend (he wanted to keep the relationship quiet for your own sake, and Mina and Kirishima had just proved why) had joined you in the common room a while ago with his books and papers and noise-cancelling headphones. Nothing but an indifferent nod to you to conceal things even if nobody was in the room.
You nodded back, then snuggled further up your blanket to continue watching the nature documentary on jellyfish mating rituals on TV. It'd just played, and you never bothered to change it. External fertilization in open water is very widespread, but jellyfish courting is very particular because they have courtship dances and specific reproductive rituals!
As you two went on in peace, him reviewing for a class, you caught up in jellyfish tango, eventually Mina and Kirishima entered the kitchenette near the living area, and apparently were under the impression that being just a few yards from you meant you two were out of earshot. And so they had their channel gossip about the state of your relationship and sex life with mechanized Tenya Iida that spiralled into a playful argument about the best places to hide on school grounds.
It was pertinent to say that, as uninteresting as the conversation went on to be, that Tenya's noise-cancelling headphones had died a long time ago. You saw the red light flash on them, signalling to the world that the battery was out, but he didn't bother to take them off. Additionally, you were laid back on the sofa, covered in your blanket, like you were supposedly asleep. But you weren't of course. And as Mina and Kirishima kept talking, Tenya turned to look at you, not betraying anything with his face, and he stared until you both heard the receding footsteps of your friends.
You were set to study in an hour. Tenya had made the date just that morning—after you'd woken up in his bed, and he served you an optimal breakfast.
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Three rounds. Multiple orgasms. Fuck, you were tired and sweaty, and did you even look good anymore? Tenya smeared your mascara a long time ago.
Bedsheets tangled, tossed, gone to oblivion along with your clothes.
Where were your panties? Not on the floor with your pajamas—did Tenya take them?
Him atop of you, arms holding up his shaking, sweaty, muscled body as he filled you with the length of him over and over in a desperate, obsessive pace.
You braced yourself against the headboard with one hand, other hand sinking into the plush of the mattress as he drilled into you from behind. A few hours ago, he'd been quizzing you on evasive techniques and mathematics for what felt like head-inducing forever, then, a quiet pause after you answered a question, he said he wanted to move on to another subject before almost maiming you.
Your neck, chest, stomach, almost everywhere on your body was covered in dark bruises and sweet love bites Tenya would press a cold washcloth against later. Thank god you kept concealer in his room. His hands gripped your waist tightly for leverage, and you could already imagine the handprints he would leave there.
Eventually, the smack of skin against skin, your rising orgasm, slowed down as he breathlessly, almost frantically, said. "I wanna see you—"
His voice was broken, hoarse. He was a completely different person when he got to you. Glasses gone, hair in disarray, unable to focus on anything but you and the state you were in.
"What?" you asked, fuzzy. He'd stopped suddenly and was slowly pulling himself out of you. "Tenya? What's wrong, honey?"
"Nothing. I just want to see you—no—" He grabbed you carefully and moved you in the way he liked when you tried to push him down. You thought he wanted you to ride him or something, but apparently not—because he was laying you on your back carefully, watching you with reverent breaths. He didn't do anything more until he stuck pillows under your head and hips, made sure you were uncomfortable, then he went in to devour you with a kiss.
"I-I just wanted to see you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay? I couldn't take it anymore; I need to see your face. Felt like I was going crazy. God," he said against your lips, then straightened up, "I do treat you properly, right?"
Before you could even form a coherent answer, he was sliding into you again and rambling more. "They don't know anything. What could they know? We're together because I love you, because you're the most perfect girl... I wouldn't treat you like some damn fling in a library—fuck, I love you so much—"
Grabbing your hips, he settled into the new pattern of pushing into you before pulling out slowly and repeating, all while cooing at you and about how your face was so pretty when you were ready to come. He coaxed you to the same point at him, and calculating—god, actually calculating—and restraining himself, he tried to fill you up at the same time you reached a breaking point. You were a little early on your orgasm, and he was a minute or so late, but you were both equally spent regardless.
After a few minutes or simply staring at each other and catching your breath, he sprung into action. He cleaned your makeup off your face, retrieved water, and found a sweater of his for you to wear. Then he settled into bed with you, which you distinctly appreciated. In the earlier parts of your relationship, he used to just take care of you then try to go back to studying after sex, boxers hanging off his hips and marks from your nails on his back. It took some clarification and arguing to make him realize that you wanted him next to you after making love.
Tenya kissed your cheek and rubbed your hip as you two cooled down, him spooning you in bed. Already his typical methodicalness was returning. "I'm going to draw a bath and then make myself decent so that I can make us dinner. Or we can subsist off of a snack-dinner, or order takeout. Those options are up to you. What isn't up to you is drinking water and cleaning up properly, which I will help you with because I know you're tired."
"Ten..." you mumbled before letting out a little sigh.
"Yes, lovely?"
"You have to do the same stuff, you know."
"I know that."
"Okay." You smiled. "Good."
There was a momentary pause. Then he asked, "We are happy, right? You don't think I'm a celibate robot who's bad at relationships?"
That pulled a laugh out of you. You turned over and kissed him once, then said, "No. I love you. I think you're a great boyfriend, and I know we're keeping us hidden until we're comfortable with people knowing—I don't hate doing things like this, honey. Mina and Kirishima just like to be silly."
He pressed the lower half of his face into your hair, quiet for a moment before he spoke. "I love you too. You're right, I suppose. Those two should spend more time optimizing their quirks."
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reqs are still open (any characters from jjk, kny, mha, resident evil, tsh) for anyone!!!
