“U.A.’s Lingerie Collection” [Bakugou x Reader]
summary: a company launched lingeries designed with the female top-heroes. You, a graduate of U.A., was one of the designs. You and your bestfriend, Ashido; planned a disguise, on the first-day of lingerie launching; to peek on the underwear collection. Though, you unexpectedly stumbled to an Ash-blond; your old classmate in U.A., also in disguise, and purchasing your lingerie design. Fuck you Katsuki Bakugou.
note: this is from the future where you and bakugoat graduated alr and are pros
warning: duhhh its a lemon, swearing | words: 2,440 | insp: the real thing
[Start]
“Seriously (Y/N), your face is literally sewn on it!” Ashido cackled, scrolling on her cellular device, while both of you sat at the back, above the fucking trunk, “Your costume design’s also the lingerie design!”
You growled, “Have you seen yours? It's—”
“Well duhh, pink,” she grasped her shades and adjusted it, her head tilted to you,“(Y/N), am I properly disguised?” her fingers gave a thumbs-up. The air from the moving vehicle slapped you.
You glared at your bestfriend, grinning at her, “Just make sure to put on your hoodie. You’re eye-catching because of your pinkiness,” you instructed.
She rolled her eyes, “We’re eye-catching because we’re sitting on a trunk! Why couldn’t we just get inside the taxi?” the pink-girl whined. Well…
You scrutinized at the people walking on sidewalks, giving you weird-looks, “We’re heroes,” you snorted.
“Uhhh okay…And the point?” she raised her eyebrows.
You gave her a look, “We can patrol easily! Duhh! We’re making weird-shit, atleast make something hero-thing with it,” Your friend gave you a surrendered glare.
“Okay, swear to me you’ll keep your mouth shut,” you held on your pinky for a pinky promise.
The pink-haired female nodded, and collided her pinky with yours, “Just for a laugh; and see the actual lingeries, no interacting to avoid being recognized. Just take a picture, and…. we gonna skedaddle,” she announced your given rules.
“Perfecto!” you expressed while your hands raised up.
The nauseating taxi halted, as you ogled the crowd outside. The two of you hopped off the vehicle and stared wide-eyed at the long ass line outside the store.
Ashido cleared her throat, “Damn, we’re here. I’m Uhh—”
Your palms flooded sweat at the sight of the people, “Wow, they really want our lingeries,”
— • —
Being a tuna in a can, the fucking line hasn’t been moving. For your prosperous plan, Ashido and you weren’t recognized by the citizens. Both of you were stuck in the middle of the congested crowd, leaving no choice but to lend your ears to the murmuring of people.
* “Man, your bigtime hero crush, (your hero name) has additional stocks of it! A lot of people are rooting for her underwear!” ~ “I adore Creati’s and Pinky’s!” ~ “Is this even legal?” ~ “The classics one are the best! Midnight’s lingerie’s are hot!” ~ “Hoping the Froppy one wouldn’t be sold out!”~ “Fuck, I would die if (your hero name)’s lingeries doesn’t restock,” *
All you ever did was gulped on your saliva while perverted men talk about their sexual thoughts towards you. Ashido grinned at you nervously, probably hearing what you’re also hearing.
The lingeries was on a local channel, it was a commercial during a late-night drama show. Then it erupted and escalated throughout social media. You had no idea that it would be a hit; that people would be supporting a hero-designed lingerie.
A husky voice boomed somewhere in the crowd, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, if (your hero name)’s got fucking sold out. I’ll honestly blow the whole place off! Don’t you ever dare take ‘em all! I’m talking to you people!”
Another voice jabbered, “Bro, you really do like (Y/N) since highschool,”
Your eyes went round, searching the congested people, finding who’s the owner of those two familiar voices.
The second voice chuckled, “Why did you let graduation slide without really confessing?” You spotted a red-haired man in a bandana, you were about to yell ’Hey dude with the red-hair!’, but first of all, you need to limit your interaction, and—
“THE STORE’S OPEN!!!!” The crowd went wild and were pushing everyone to get in the hell-store.
Your pink bestfriend was unseen as the two of you parted while you were pushed in random places. You inhaled as your feet touched the store, the whole fucking store with the hero lingeries. Don’t they sell other stuff here or it’s just really a hero-special-day?
Every female heroes has their own design on each corner. People gone fucking wild. Sprinting to each table, grabbing the familiar faces’ lingerie. It was drop-dead eerie. The heroes you look up to, Cowgirl, Mt. Lady, and other heroes on the designed underwear. What would they think if they saw their faces on underwears?
Though, the feral folks on the Adult-pro-heroes section, can’t be compared to the untamed shoppers on the Fresh-pro-heroes section, where all the vivid lights turned into.
You recognized your old-classmates’ own designs; Uravity, Froppy, Earphone Jack, Creati; your damned bestfriend’s Pinky was also there. An invisible lingerie for Invisible girl?
Your eyes darted on the one where mostly all people are at; your fucking lingerie design. Your mouth shot open at the morbid crowd, feasting on your face, feasting on your costume design, on a goddamn underwear. Is this how a public face works…
A hard muscular body bumped you, that brought you sitting down the tiles,“Hey!”
A tall hooded man, with a mask and sunglasses muttered, “Oh shit, sorry,” he offered his hand to bring you on your feet once again. Your head tilted on the familiar voice, and the familiar grasp….A rough warm hand. Your eyes squinted to peek better, an Ash-blond hair showing a little below his hoodie. You gave him a stern look, as he rapidly jolted off.
He’s familiar. Is he a fucking villain? He’s a fucking villain.
— • —
You squeezed your body to the feral shoppers, as you reached your own lingerie design. It was fucking difficult to do; much more complicated than fighting a villain. You sighed in relief as you gazed at the empty table. Your eyes lifted on the poster above, your hero poster, with another poster that says ’SOLD OUT.’
Wait what the fuck. You didn’t came here to not see what other people would be masturbating later! You stared at the poster, ’(YOUR HERO NAME) LINGERIE, ¥10,550’. — [10,550 YEN is somewhere between 95 US DOLLARS]
Your eyes went round, “People buy this expensive shit?”
A husky voice chuckled, “I know right; but what can you fucking do. Gotta love (Your hero name),” you gawked at the man’s hand, holding your lingerie.
You rolled your eyes, and looked up to see the man. The man. The fucking man who bumped you. The goddamn villain. You cleared your throat, and tapped his shoulders, “Hey, I know who you are,”
The man grunted and faced a red-haired man, muttering, “Oi, shitty hair, mission fucking failed,”
His red-haired companion glared at you and back at the villain, “Dude what should I do? She might recognize me too,”
So he brought fucking backup.
The villain slapped the back of his accomplice and growled, “You useless piece of shit!” His body faced yours, as he clicked his tongue; looking at you in complete disgust. Your jacket was oversized, pants were oversized, as well. Your cat-eye sunglasses; and ofcourse, Your head was sweating as shit from your Apple-Cut Wig.
He coughed, “Hey, I don’t usually give fucking autographs or photos. But to keep you quiet and you know, to not cause a stampede here. I can give you an autograph or another sappy shit,”
Your eyebrows raised, “What the fuck?”
His eyes rolled behind his sunglasses, “I can give you a goddamn hug with the duration of a second. Just don’t tell anybody who I am,” his eyes looked down, “…And who’s lingerie I’m buying,”
Your mouth shot open, “Who the fuck do you think you are?!” You stepped closer as you pointed at him, “Don’t play around, Villain!”
The man looked at you in confusion, “I’m a fucking what?”
You rolled your eyes, looking at the untamed shoppers. Whatever’s this Villain’s gonna do, It’s gonna affect a whole lot of people, “Don’t play dumb! I don’t know what’s your fucking intention is! But I’m going to call the police and tell them a Villain is here!” You spat.
His red-haired companion blinked, “Well this is awkward,” he glanced at the speechless Bakugou, “Bro, she’s going to call the cops. Your fucking reputation… I— Uhhh. I’m going to check out…..Midnight’s lingerie,”
The ash-blond was unable to construct words, “Wait, what the fuck?”
You gave him a death-stare as you glared much deeply at the suspected villain. Your eyes roamed and memorized his facial features, incase he escape. You gazed at his sharp jaw, his face-shape covered by the mask and his sunglasses. Those ash-blond hair… he seems familiar, but not as a villain, “You’re not a villain, are you?”
“The fuck I’m not!” The man spatted back.
You touched your forehead with your palms, as his husky voice echoed in your mind. That voice… Is he… Omygod, “Katsuki?!”
He looked at you in confusion. Your eyes darted down at the lingerie. Oh shit, he just bought your lingerie.
His warm rough hands clasped your wrists, as he started walking. You had no choice but too follow the Ash-blond. The thought of him buying your lingerie, still lingering in your brain. Fuck you Katsuki Bakugou!
His tight grip on your wrist made you squeal, “Get off me Bakugou!” He ignored your pleading whimpers; as he pulled you at the back-door of the store. His head moved from left to right, peeking if anyone’s around.
When he affirmed that the location is clear, he pulled off his mask, sunglasses, and his hoodie. It was the Katsuki Bakugou, your Highschool crush. Ground Zero. His tongue clicked, grasping on your lingerie, “What’s with you calling me a damn villain?!” His crimson-red eyes looked intensely at you, “The fuck is your deal?”
“You’re gonna buy my goddamn lingerie and you don’t know me by voice?!” You rolled your eyes.
His brows furrowed, “What the shit are you talking about?”
You sighed, “And I thought I was oblivious,” you bit the inside of your cheek, “Looks like Ground Zero here is in another level of obliviousness,” you grabbed your wig and tossed it on the ground, you pulled out your sunglasses and glared sternly at him, “Well?”
Katsuki Bakugou’s cheeks flushed red, his pupils dilated at the sight of you, “I— Uhh… (Y/N)… I, Uhh… fuck…I’m……shit….,” he glared at the lingerie, “(Y/N)… I can explain….”
A smirk curved into your mouth as you grabbed the lingerie, “My, my, my. You’re gonna masturbate with this?” you clicked your tongue in disappointment. You grabbed your phone and snapped a picture of it, sending it to Ashido;— [Y/N] : Ashido, saw it already. Where are u?
You turned your gaze to the Ash-blond, still burning red, “C'mon Katsuki,” your fingers made walking figures along his arms, “Don’t be embarrassed about it. It’s all good,” you patted his cheeks. He was so damn hot on Highschool. Now? It’s like hell found a rival on the heated temperature.
He scoffed, “Look (Y/N), fuck I’m so sorry,” his crimson-red eyes avoided yours, as if he violated your privacy.
You smiled at him, “I mean, how can I stop you? I’m just that hot right?” You jokingly said, to ease the awkward state both of you are in.
The ash-blond nodded, “Damn right you are,”
You tilted your head, “So whose lingerie did you bought other than mine?”
He gazed at you, finally meeting your eyes, “Just yours,”
You felt the inside of you burned, you blushed, as you tossed back the lingerie at his chest, “There you go boom-boy. See ya around GZ,” you jolted back at him, you just finished it just like that. Damn it.
His husky voice thundered, “Oi, I’m free today. Wanna… Uhh…you know, hang?”
Your body tilted and glared back at him, “Actually, I’m with—”
Your phone vibrated as your bestfriend responded to your message, your eyes looked down to your cellular device.
— [Ashyyy]: Where are YOU? I’m with someone rn… you okay there or should I come with you??
You peeked back at the Ash-blond, “Are you asking me out on a date?”
Bakugou scratched the back of his neck, “I don’t fucking know…Uhhh maybe just a way of apologizing or shit. You know… because of the fucking underwear and Uhh—”
You rolled your eyes, “I didn’t heard you stutter until now. Is it a yes or no?”
He clicked his tongue, “Well damn… Uhhh… actually… Yeah, yes. I’m asking you out,”
— • —
“Why is the goddamn window open, (Y/N)?!” Bakugou growled at you as he drove, your head gazing out the car.
You sighed, “We’re freaking heroes. Not celebrities. I’m just monitoring the streets, if ever something’s up,” your eyes roamed around the dark streets.
Bakugou’s heart flustered with your words. You never changed since Highschool. Looking out for people in need always comes first, even if the sexual tension between the two of you were heating up.
“Katsuki, can you stop on somewhere dark. I need to change this silly clothes. It’s making me itch,” You requested as you eyed your oversized chaotic outfit disguise.
“Yeah, whatever,” The car ceased on a empty dark lot, where trees spiralled all over the location.
You grabbed the lingerie, and exited the car, leaving Bakugou in a startled position. The door was about to close, when you looked back at him sternly, “No, peeking,”
Grabbing the hem of your shirt, you pulled it up, also with your disgusting pants. You damped the trashy clothes on the ground, as the humidity of air slapped your bare-body.
Bakugou, on the other hand, was getting impatient; he glanced at his side-mirror, revealing your naked self. He blushed, and rapidly gazed down, still stealing glances while you struggled to put on the lingerie.
Slumping back to your seat, the Ash-blond started sweating as the corner of his crimson-red eye glanced at the perfectly fit lingerie. Your breast traced on the thin cloth, your hips carving through the tightness, your tighs…
“Got nothing to wear,” You gazed at Bakugou who you caught eyeing you, “Are you gonna drive or what? Road’s that way. Not my body,” your eyes met his, intensely looking at you, “…Unless, you want to stay and do some—”
His warm lips touched yours, aggressively. You gave it back to him, biting the bottom of his lips, as you felt his mouth curved into a smirk. His lips parted off, tongue asking permission to get in your mouth. For all you know, the both of your tongues were battling as you unbuttoned his polo, feeling his hard frame.
His lustful smirked etched on the Ash-blonde’s face, “Here’s a deal (Y/N); I’ll get rid of my goddamn pants, while you get rid of your goddamn lingerie,” his rough hands groped on your hips, “I don’t need that shit. Deal?”
You felt the inside of you burn in pleasure, “Deal,”
—
amen hallelujah im actually having a shower with holy water rn, and the spice just got started
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