~ M H A • O N E S H O T S ~

💥Baku🧬Mina🧬Deku🥦

Requested by: nolifepeeps

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Mina first spots Midoriya Izuku at the grocery store, lugging two worn, reusable bags on each arm as she surveys apples for bruises.

With the way she's bent over, her high-waisted shorts slip right between the generous curve of her ass and get caught between. Mina's looking so close that she can see the pink polka dot thong that she wears beneath it.

"Need any help?" She asks, eyes wide and heart pounding.

"Hm? Oh, sorry— am I in the way?" Izuku flounders for a moment, most of her bags half-full with produce already. "I just get in my head sometimes, haha. There's so many options!"

This is definitely bait. There's no way someone so sexy (and wholesomely cute) is literally just there to pick over strawberries.

Izuku teeters back onto the soles of her tennis shoes. They're bright red, and definitely don't match anything else in her outfit... but it's oddly charming. Mina shakes her head, a dopey smile on her face as she watches how the older woman tucks a lock of curly green hair behind her ear.

She learns the woman's name (Izuku, goes by Deku...?), age (just turned thirty-eight a few weeks ago!), and that she's going through empty nest syndrome. Ever since her two kids went overseas for some summer convention thing, Izuku has been all alone.

How could Mina not try to hit it?

"Well, let me help! Those bags look pretty heavy, hm? And there are plenty of choices here."

"Oh, right? I didn't even know there were this many apple types..." Izuku's voice drops to a mumble. "Usually Kacchan picks these up for me."

Kacchan? One of her kids? Ah, well. Mina doesn't mind playing the role for now.

"Hey— guess what kind of apple this is." Mina holds it up to her face and gives her a cheesy grin. It's a softer, deeper red than the others, almost as round as the oranges beside the rest of the pile. "A Pink Lady."

"Oh...? Oh!" Izuku startles as she realizes the joke, her pretty face brightening up as she laughs. "Just like you!"

Inwardly, Mina preens. Everyone knows the way to a hot girl's hot pants is through laughter.

As Izuku's laugh slows, Mina takes a confident step forward and gestures towards the apple with a look. "Want a taste?"

They're in the middle of the grocery store, Mina's legs sneaking their way between Izuku's soft thighs, but Izuku looks both flustered and flattered at the attention.

"Of... of the apple?" Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and Mina purposefully stares at them long after the tongue has retreated.

"Somethin' like that."

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Izuku invites her over. Mina insists on carrying the groceries back for her— might as well, since she interrupted the older woman's shopping.

But as soon as those are all put away, she's crowding Izuku up against the kitchen counter, much like how she crowded her in the fruit aisle.

And Izuku is eager for it too, by the way she lets her ankles catch behind Mina's back and tilts her head up to kiss her.

Her lips are soft and sticky, covered in a tasty gloss that Mina kisses away. Whenever she nibbles at the lower lip, Izuku's tits knock against Mina's. They're so heavy, and warm, Mina can't help but sneak her fingers beneath Izuku's thin t-shirt and fondle them.