Kiribaku Oneshots

Just What I Needed

Been awhile. Y'all ready for more lesbians? (Also if y'all haven't noticed, I essentially post here and on Twitter to beta some of my fics. The finalized versions are usually on ao3.)

cw: no quirks au, fem!krbk, alcohol, Kirishima being a walking green flag, author projecting onto Bakugou Katsuki, implied fwb polysquad (personal headcannon lol)

Name change: Eijiro -> Eiko

Also. Not talked about but I wanted to mention it. Fem!Tetsu and tfem!Mina.

Enjoy this casual 10.somethingK Thing. <3

Katsuki doesn't like to go out much. Just looking at her schedule and the few hobbies she keeps to herself is enough to tell anyone that. It's mostly because she doesn't like people. It's not her fault that she doesn't want to have to deal with the ever-changing variable of human stupidity. But because of that she also hasn't been with anyone in months, and her friends don't hesitate to tease her about being touch-starved or pent up.

...okay, they aren't wrong, but she's not exactly looking to change that. Her friends, however?

They have a tendency to drag her out whenever they decide that she's too wound up. If not to get laid, then at the very least to let loose and unwind. She won't admit it, but sometimes those outings are just what she needed. Tonight is one of those nights. The local gay bar was having a "lingerie dance party." At least that's how Pinky described it when she burst into Katsuki's apartment carrying her makeup bag and a large pink leopard print tote bag, clad comfortably in a pink velvet sweatsuit and a bonnet.

"The fuck is that supposed to be? I'm not walking out of here half naked," the blonde gripes from where she sits on her sofa, in her comfiest sweats and tank top with her laptop resting on her knee. She's been typing up reports for the last couple hours and her patience is running thin.

"You won't be, babes! It's just a fun excuse to dress as slutty, and/or as kinky as you want!" Mina explains, raising and lowering her voice as she moves about the apartment. She walks into Katsuki's room like she owns the place and yells out to her. "And don't even think about backing out now because I've already bought you a pass!" She emerges a few minutes later with a pair of distressed jeans, chunky black boots and socks, and her cropped leather jacket.

"Well in case you didn't notice while you were snooping through my shit, I don't exactly have any lingerie," Katsuki says smugly as Mina tossed the almost-outfit down next to her before rifling through her tote bag.

"I'm well aware! Which is why I got you a couple sets to try on!" True to her word, she pulls out two black bra and panty sets. Each of the bras could pass as a bralette if styled correctly, and if Katsuki wore nipple covers (a new pair of which were promptly tossed into her lap). Katsuki tentatively felt the fabric of each, hoping they'd be too itchy or stiff. To her dismay and relief, they were both textures she could tolerate.

"Why the hell do you know my bra size?" she groans.

"Because I love you!" Mina calls back as she scurries to the bathroom. "Why don't you know mine?"

"Because I'm not a fucking pervert!"

"Your toy collection begs to differ!" The pink haired woman emerges with Katsuki's makeup in her arms. She sets the collection down on the coffee table and looks at the blonde expectantly. "C'mon, strip and try those on."

"I'm not gonna fucking—"

"Bitch, we've eaten each other out, you're fine."

"I'll just go to—"

"I know damn well if you go in your room you're gonna lock me out."

"...fuck you for knowing me so damn well," Katsuki sighs before standing up. Mina smiles and starts rifling through her bag, pulling out her own outfit pieces and a desk mirror that she sets on the coffee table. As a now naked Katsuki tosses her clothes across the room, Mina scrolls through her phone to pick a playlist. Once she's satisfied with her choice, she sits on the floor, opens up her makeup bag, and gets to work on her face. They continue to banter as Katsuki tries on the lingerie and Mina does her makeup, pausing every now and then to see how each of the sets look. "How long do we have to get ready?"