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It was uncomfortable being in a woman’s body mostly because the boobs got in the way. Bakugou hated wearing a bra and he saw no need for it in his room. But holy fuck these things were huge ! Getting hit with a sex change quirk was not his idea of fun, but he had no choice but to deal with it until it wore off which wasn’t for at least another 10 hours or so.
Mineta sat on the floor of Bakugou’s room, leaning against his bed with his laptop sitting on his small legs. Somehow the tiny grape thing wormed his way into Bakugou’s room with some bullshit story about needing help on an assignment. Bakugou knew well enough Mineta wasn’t a complete moron like some of the other extras when it came to school work, seeing right through the ‘poor me I’m a dumb student ruse’ instantly. Curiosity, however, won out and he let the extra into his room.
Bakugou tried to adjust a boob. He could feel the sweat building up under it, so he lifted it to wipe away the sweat with his tank top. This grabbed Mineta’s attention whose beady little eyes zeroed in on Bakugou’s chest. Now Bakugou knew the real reason for Mineta’s presence. It was obvious, but the hungry look directed at him confirmed his suspicions.
Bakugou took his time wiping away the sweat under one boob, then moved on to the other. Mineta’s eyes followed his every move as a bead of saliva slid from the corner of his mouth and down his chin. Bakugou’s expression remained impassive as he adjusted his boobs back in place. The black tank clung tightly to his chest but exposed a bit of side boob from the holes for the arms.
“So, clearly your pervy ass isn’t here for a tutor session,” Bakugou said with smug confidence.
Mineta balked and tore his eyes away, but it was too late. The jig was up.
“I know for a fact no girl in her right mind in our class would let you anywhere near them. You’re a gross little freak. So, what did you hope to accomplish coming into my room?” Bakugou asked.
Mineta’s eyes widened, visible panic written all over his face. He swallowed and held up his hands. “I r-really did need help,” he stammered out.
Bakugou arched a brow, a rueful, sinister grin playing on his lips. “You think I’m stupid?” He lunged forward, grabbing a fistful of Mineta’s shirt and yanked him onto the bed with one swift movement. His face was inches from Mineta’s and the manic grin only widened. “You’re really fucking dumb to think I wouldn’t see through your little game. So, I will ask you calmly once more, what the fuck do you actually want?”
Mineta swallowed, beady eyes darting in all directions. “I just… I…” He took in a sharp breath. “I wanted to touch your boobs,” he said with a small sigh. He closed his eyes and hung limply in Bakugou’s grip.
“ Tch. You must be out of your goddamn mind if you think I’ll let you do that!” Bakugou released Mineta and he flopped onto the bed.
“You said it yourself, none of the girls will ever let me near them by choice. I’ll do anything to get a feel of a real boob. What do you have to lose anyways? You’ll be a guy again soon,” Mineta said quickly.
“Anything? What does a little shit like you have to offer me?”
“Um,” Mineta went silent. He clenched his fists, looking deep in thought. “Have you ever wanted to test the limits of your quirk?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean to see if you could incinerate a human body into nothing?”
Bakugou laughed. “Are you offering?”
Mineta’s arms flailed wildly at his sides. “No! Of course not you psycho!”
“Then what the fuck are you getting at?” Bakugou snapped.
“The balls on my head are pretty resilient to most extremes, or at least that’s what I’ve gathered in the last couple of years.” Mineta reached up and popped off a deep purple shiny ball from his head. He held it up to Bakugou. “That means they would be pretty good to practice the intensity of your quirk without risk of actually destroying something or a person.”
Bakugou folded his arms and leaned forward to get a good look at the ball, but didn’t touch it as he examined it. He had no clue what the actual consistency or resilience was of the ball, but the idea of exploding the shit out of something without risking bodily harm was pretty enticing.
He sat back, arms folded against his chest and took a moment to think about his options. Mineta had a point about not really having anything to lose by letting the little perv touch these annoying ass boobs, but it was still a risk. Mineta could use this situation as blackmail in the future.
“You wouldn’t speak a word of this, right?” Bakugou asked, glaring daggers at Mineta.
“Holy shit, of course not! I’m not gay!”
Bakugou rolled his eyes. So that answered that, but he was still not sure if he would be benefiting from the deal. Sure he liked going ham with his quirk, but what if Mineta was lying about the whole thing? He’d let the creep touch him inappropriately and gain nothing in return. Poisoning Mineta and making his life a living hell for the remainder of their time at UA could be a viable punishment if Mineta was lying, though.
He shrugged, coming to his conclusion. He grabbed the corners of his shirt and pulled it off, leaving his breasts completely exposed to Mineta whose eyes widened and glossed over.
“Wow, that quirk really gave you some nice ones, didn’t it?” Mineta commented, licking his lips.
“I guess. I wouldn’t know because I don’t really fucking care that much about boob sizes,” Bakugou said as he poked at one nonchalantly.
“Seriously? Are you gay or something?” Mineta asked as he reached forward and placed a hand on the boob Bakugou just poked.
Bakugou narrowed his eyes and Mineta pulled back as if burned. “Who the fuck cares about if I’m gay or not? If you got a problem you can leave right fucking now!”
“Shit. I didn’t mean－”
“Just because I’m not drooling over every fucking girl in my fucking sight doesn’t mean shit. And even if I was gay, it’s none of your fucking business! You got that?!” Bakugou stabbed a finger into Mineta’s chest, looming over him with a dark scowl.
Despite the show before him, Mineta’s eyes remained transfixed on Bakugou’s face. He gave a quick nod. “Yea, sorry,” he mumbled.
Bakugou sat back with a huff. “Better fucking be.” An awkward silence spanned for a moment. When Mineta didn’t move, Bakugou barked, “Well, whatcha waiting for, idiot? Fucking touch them already!”
Mineta nodded and with shaky hands reached forward, placing them gently on Bakugou’s breasts. Bakugou could feel the pressure of the small fingers dig into his breasts, but other than that, he felt nothing. He watched in detached boredom as Mineta’s wandering hands squeezed every inch of his boobs with gentle ease. Bakugou was grateful the pervy asshole wasn’t being rough. It was bad enough he hated the things.
Mineta looked up. “Can I, um, lick them?” he asked with hesitant curiosity.
Bakugou shrugged, not really seeing the problem with it since they meant nothing to him. “Sure.”
Mineta’s eyes lit up like Christmas had come early and with another glance up to Bakugou, he took a boob in hand and pressed his lips to the perky nipple. There was the pressure of wetness as Mineta’s tongue swiped against the nipple.
Bakugou jolted at the sensation and Mineta raised an eyebrow as he grinned against the nipple with smug satisfaction. He licked again adding in a bit of sucking and Bakugou’s eyes widened. The sensation was foreign but pleasant.
Mineta continued to lick and suck. Heat built in Bakugou’s gut the longer Mineta gave attention to his nipple. A moan threatened to escape as Mineta licked and sucked harder. Bakugou squirmed with each lick and his body felt like jelly.
Mineta pulled away, eyes glossed over as if intoxicated. “Can I touch you lower?” His voice wavered.
Bakugou shrugged again, still dazed. He rationalized if the feeling of his nipples being sucked felt good, surely it was okay to let Mineta touch the rest of him. This didn’t count for anything anyway. It wasn’t his real body after all.
Mineta’s tiny hand reached into Bakugou’s pants and boxers, feeling around until his fingers brushed against the soft, wet folds. There was more poking and prodding than anything else as Mineta’s fingers explored the fleshy lips. It felt sort of awkward.
“Um. Can you remove your pants?” Mineta asked.
Bakugou obliged, shimming out of his pants and boxers to give Mineta a better view. Mineta smiled as he dropped to his elbows, pulling Bakugou’s legs apart and swiped his tongue inside the tentative folds.
Bakugou tensed, feeling a mixture of good and anxious. He could hear the wet sounds of Mineta’s mouth slurping up whatever wetness had leaked out of him. The tongue pushed down and in.
Bakugou grasped the sheets, not sure where to put his hands as Mineta’s mouth explored further. Mineta’s tongue pressed against a particularly sensitive area and Bakugou nearly yelped in surprise. It was like an icy fire erupting in the spot, spreading to his gut. He threw his head back and moaned.
It felt fucking good .
Mineta teased the spot more, pressing his tongue into it, licking and sucking. Bakugou pushed his hips up, grinding into Mineta’s tongue. The room filled with breathy pants and moans. Mineta hummed into Bakugou’s fleshy folds as his tongue continued to play against his clit.
Bakugou’s hips bucked up into the mouth, breath caught in his throat as he spasmed uncontrollably. He felt heat pool in his gut, down to the ache between his legs as he road out his orgasm against Mineta’s greedy mouth. Everything felt fuzzy and in his haze, he heard Mineta’s lips smack together.
“ Holy shit ,” Bakugou rasped.
Mineta crawled up beside him and nuzzled into his chest. “You taste kinda sweet. Almost like vanilla or sugar,” he commented.
“That’s weird,” Bakugou slurred as his fuzzy mind slipped into unconsciousness.