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todorokiaimee · 4 years

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Dopamine (Bakugou x Black OC)

CHAPTER 1 (Note: This chapter is very spicy! Cover art by @mexi-doodler)

“I can’t believe you talked me into this…” Bakugou groaned as he sauntered down the sidewalk beside his friends and former classmates, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

“You can’t say no to me Bakubabe, especially on my birthday!” The pink-haired hero Ashido Mina giggled as she gave the blonde grump a tight hug from behind.

He grunted as he peeled the girl off him. “It’s the only reason I blessed you with my presence.”

“Awww you care!” The electric hero Kaminari Denki cooed as he wrapped an arm over Bakugou’s shoulder, only for him to shove him away.

“Shut it, you fucking extra!”

The tight-knit group of friends known as the Bakusquad were all out for a night on the town to celebrate Mina’s 27th birthday. The crew were dressed in their best clubwear as they walked up to the bouncer of one of Tokyo’s most exclusive dance clubs, flashing their IDs.

“Cool it, man. Let’s not make a scene on Pinky’s big day.” Kirishima chuckled as they walked inside.

Their ears were met with the driving rhythm of hip hop music, the bassline vibrations rattling in their chests. The club was filled with people dancing and drinking into the night. Pushing their way past herds of partiers, the group of friends made their way up to the bar, all ordering various drinks.

“To our Alien Queen!” Sero announced as he raised his glass, the others following suit. “The only woman who could keep us all in line all these years. Happy birthday!” The boys cheered as Ashido cheekily took a bow before guzzling down her drink.

“Thanks, boys!” she grinned before busting out her best twerking moves. “Now let's get out on that dance floor!” The pink hero laughed as she quickly made her way to the dance floor.

Everyone except Bakugou hurriedly finished up their drinks before setting their empty glasses on the bar. They all then took to the dance floor following behind the birthday girl except for Kirishima. Turning over his shoulder, he saw his prickly best friend still leaning against the bar, drink in hand. “You coming, bro?”

The blonde shook his head with a click of his tongue, “You got me here but I ain’t dancing.”

“Suit yourself!”

The explosive hero waved his friend off, watching him retreat to the dance floor. With a shake of his head, he sipped his manhattan as he watched his friends dance until a woman walked up to the bar next to him.

She was tall, easily eye level with him, with long black goddess locs. Her dark chocolate skin almost seemed to glow as he looked up her long toned legs, her round backside, over her small waist, to her generous breasts. Damn. He watched her as she easily caught the bartender’s attention.

“A double shot of whiskey, please.” Her voice was velvety smooth as he unconsciously leaned in further to hear more.

The bartender nodded as he poured her drink. The blonde watched silently as the mystery woman reached into her purse, pulling out a wad of singles. After paying, the woman quickly took the shot like it was water, Bakugou letting out a grunt in surprise.

She turned her head towards him, arching a dark brow, “What?”

Oh. She was beautiful. The hero took a moment to study her features. She had alluring emerald green eyes, full rosy lips, and he was especially fond of the small nose ring.

“Nothing,” he smirked, eying the woman. “I’m impressed.”

The woman hummed, shifting her weight to lean against the bar, her breasts pushed up and on display. “Well, it takes twice as many of those fruity drinks to get the same buzz and costs twice as much.” The ravenette paused a moment as she looked the hero up and down. “You dance?”

“No,” he scoffed, taking another sip of his manhattan.

“Aww,” the mystery woman cooed, a pout on her lips. “Two left feet huh? Don’t worry lots of macho men can’t dance.”

“I never said I can’t.” Bakugou huffed, his face bunching into a scowl.

“Prove it.” She smirked as she leaned into him, tapping the side of his glass with her finger. “Or do you still need to babysit that drink?”

The blonde stood dumbstruck for a moment as he watched the mystery woman saunter off onto the dance floor. He mulled over her invitation, his eyes falling to the drink in his hand. He swirled the ice in the glass before a small smirk pulled at his lips. He’s not one to back down from a challenge. Taking a few big gulps, the hero finished his drink, leaving it at the bar before following her out onto the floor.

It was easy to find her in the crowd. Her soft curves were dressed in a deep red mini dress and her long goddess locs swayed as she effortlessly moved her body to the pulsating music. The hero made his way behind her, his large hands resting on her hips.

“So you decided to join me after all?” She hummed as she rolled her hips, slowly grinding her backside into him.

The hero only grunted in response as he listened intently to the loud music, moving his hips to the beat to match hers. The woman melted into him, the buzz of the alcohol finally taking hold. The pair swayed and grinded together as they lost themselves in the song, the heat of the room causing beads of sweat to form against their skin.

The ravenette sighed contently as she tilted her head back to rest on the blonde’s shoulder, her eyes closed as she hummed along to the song. Bakugou watched her face carefully as he unconsciously leaned into her. He could smell the warm scent of amber and jasmine on her neck as his nose lightly ghosted across her jaw. A small smirk pulled at her lips, loving the feeling of his stubble scratch against her cheek. As she lifted her arm back to rub at the hair of his undercut at the nape of his neck, she sang along softly to the sultry song. Bakugou couldn’t help the strained breath that fell from his lips as his pants began to grow tighter.

And then, she opened her eyes.

He stared into her half-lidded emerald irises and the world seemed to stop. His body moved before he could realize, and his lips were on hers. The mystery woman returned the kiss, her lips molding to his with ease.

The hero then spun her around to face him as their lips connected again, his large hands roaming over her curves. His tongue swiped across her bottom lip, asking for entry, which she gave without hesitation. The two continued to explore each other’s mouths until she pulled away, both panting.

“You wanna get out of here?”

The blonde smirked as he took out his phone, quickly calling an Uber.

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Bakugou pushed open the door to his bedroom as he led the dark-skinned woman inside, their lips still connected. He swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, as he made his way to the bed, taking a seat on the edge. “What are you waiting for, Sexy? Don’t tell me you’re getting shy on me?”

The woman shamelessly took in the sight of his body, his rock hard abs looking especially yummy. She also noted the many red scars peppered all over his strong frame. “I’m many things but shy isn't one.” The woman chuckled as she slowly walked over to him before turning around. She pulled her long locs over her shoulder to present her back. “I just need a zip.”

His thick fingers grasped the zipper, pulling it down to reveal the smooth skin of her bare back. No bra. Gently, he pushed the mini dress off her shoulders, letting it all off her body and pool at her feet. Bakugou hummed as he took in her Coke bottle silhouette. His eyes skated down her body until they fell just above her black lace thong, making a discovery. “What’s this?” He chortled, pulling her hips closer to him. Just above her round bottom were two deep dimples at the base of her spine. He smirked as he gripped her hips, placing both of his thumbs into their indentions. “Built-in place holders.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Baby. ” The woman said softly as she turned around to face him.

Bakugou got an eyeful, her full breasts on display. He quickly took note of the stainless steel bars decorating both her nipples. “Nice hardware,” he smirked, brushing the pad of his thumb over her bud. The woman breathed a quiet moan under his touch, igniting his fire even more.

Grabbing the back of her neck, the hero hungrily claimed her lips once again, his tongue exploring her mouth without mercy. He quickly rid himself of his pants and underwear as she did the same with hers. With a huff, he tossed the woman on the bed with ease, a surprised squeal escaping her throat.

“You liked that?” he chuckled as he walked over to his bedside table, stroking his hard member. He was little over average in length but with plenty of girth to make up for it. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy making a mess of you.” The hero opened the drawer and pulled out a condom, ripping the wrapper with his teeth.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” The woman purred.

Turning his head, Bakugou laid his eyes on the mystery woman presented beautifully on his bed. Her long legs were spread wide, her fingers deep within her core.

“Fuck…” His dick throbbed and twitched in his hand at the sight. “You little Minx. You just couldn’t wait for my cock would you?” He licked his lips as he put the latex on, loving the little moans that left her mouth. “That pussy nice and ready for me?” Bakugou crawled over top of the woman, caging her in between his muscular arms.

“Why don’t you find out?”

With a smug look, he leaned down kissing her roughly, leaving little nips at her bottom lip. He ground into her core, teasing her entrance with his length as his lips moved down her jaw to her long neck. He left hot messy kisses to her skin until he moved to mark his territory.

In one swift motion, the ravenette had pushed the hero off of her body, turning the tables. She pressed him down against the mattress, her hands resting against his famous pecs, straddling him at his hips. “No marks,” she smiled down at him with a wink.

He blinked up at the woman in surprise before quickly recovering. No marks, huh? “Fine.” He grinned, impressed at how easily she could throw her weight around. “While you’re up there why don’t you show me what you can do?” He breathed while grabbing her ass harshly.

“I thought you’d never ask.” The woman lifted her body and took his length in her hands giving it a few pumps. Bakugou watched her carefully, loving the sight of her long olive green stiletto nails wrapped around him. She then aligned him with her entrance before slowly sinking onto him with a mewl. “Oo, shit...” He was much more of a sweet stretch than she had anticipated.

“Fuck you’re tight.” he cursed with a hiss, feeling her clench around him.

It was then that she began to roll her hips. Slow. Torturously slow. The hero couldn’t take his eyes off her, her body was absolutely amazing. A thin layer of sweat made her chocolate skin seem to glow. His ruby red eyes locked onto her belly button piercing, watching it roll and move with as if her skin was a deep ocean. As his eyes continued to travel south, he also noticed a small delicate tattoo on her hip. He recognized the geometric shape as a molecule structure map but couldn’t recall which one.

The thought quickly left his mind as she picked up the pace, opting to bounce on his dick without a care. Bakugou groaned at the incredible feeling, his fingers digging deeper into her hips. Moans began to pour from her lips, pushing his lust even further. With a grunt he began to snap his hips up into her, plunging himself even deeper.

“Oh fuck!” she mewled, as she sensually held her breasts, nibbling on her bottom lip.

“Are you gonna give me what I want, Dimples?” He almost growled underneath her. The woman nodded feverishly as she continued to bounce his cock, her hand traveling down her body to her heat, her fingers rubbing circles over her clit. It didn’t take long for her gut to begin to coil, eager for release. Bakugou was not far off either, his breath now labored as he guided her body with his grip. “Come on, Dimples… Give me what I fucking want.”

With that, the coils snapped and the woman came hard around his length. A plethora of moans and mewls spewed from her lips as she trembled in his grasp, her eyes shut tight in pleasure. Bakugou finished right behind her, a deep raspy growl erupting from his throat followed by a cocky grin. “Fuckkkk. Goddamn, Dimples you really did make a mess.”

“Shh.” The woman whispered, her eyes still closed as she continued to ride out her orgasm. “Stop talking. You’ll ruin it.”

I’ll ruin it? The hero looked up at her, taken aback at her comment for a moment until she gracefully rolled off of him and off the bed. He watched her in disbelief as she began to pick her clothes off of the floor and redress. As she gathered her purse, Bakugou realized that she was actually about to leave without a word. “Oi!” He barked as he quickly took off the used condom, tossing it in his bedside trash can. “The fuck are you going?!”

The mystery woman turned over her shoulder as she zipped up her dress effortlessly, answering him matter of factly, “Home.”

“Oh.” Once again he was at a loss for words as he covered his manhood with his sheets. “It’s the middle of the night. You need me to call you an Uber?” he continued in a much softer voice.

“Already taken care of,” she said while typing into her phone, barely giving him the time of day. Bakugou could only stare at her as if she had three heads. Once she was satisfied with her selections she finally looked back up at the hero, a small smirk on her lips as she gave him a weak salute, “Thanks for the O. I’m out.”

“Hey! You’re just gonna walk out?!”

“Yeah?” She nodded slowly, her piercing green eyes looking him over. “You got a problem with that?”

The blonde couldn’t believe what was happening. He just rocked her world and she’s just gonna ditch? He did rock her world… right?

“No…” He huffed, a light blush beginning to form across his cheeks. He turned his body away from the woman as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “You just surprised me, is all. Most chicks are begging to stay the night or least exchange numbers.”

He had said it in his signature proud tone as if he were annoyed by the actions of previous partners, but the mystery woman saw straight through his facade. She leaned against the doorway as she looked over the contours of his muscular back and bulging biceps. She knew exactly who he was and was planning on this being a one-time thing. A Pro Hero would never stick around with a girl like her. However… Coming back here wouldn’t exactly be the worst thing ever. With a heavy sigh, she tossed her cell phone onto the bed, fighting a smile, “Put your info in.”

Bakugou turned back toward the woman, picking up the phone. A look of relief flashed across his face, which was quickly replaced with his signature smug smirk. “What if I don’t want to?”

“Then give it back!” She scoffed, crossing her arms, shifting her weight to one hip.

The blonde chuckled as he keyed in his information before tossing it back to the woman. “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.” As the ravenette put her phone back in her purse and turned to leave, he spoke up once more. “Hey, Dimples. Lock the door behind you.”

The woman turned to him, flipping her long locs over her shoulder “My name’s not Dimples. It’s Jada.” She smirked, her green eyes holding a playful look. “Miss Jackson if you're nasty.”

With that, she walked out of the room leaving Bakugou in a stunned silence, listening intently as he heard her leave the house. “Jada Jackson, huh?” he hummed as he properly got into bed. “Forget it, Bakugou,” he mumbled to himself as he turned out the light, resting his head on his pillow. “She’s probably more trouble than she’s worth.”

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avion-journey · 7 years

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The pilot

First let me introduce myself, I come from a very hard working background. Having worked as a roofer alongside my daddyo I learned the ethics of hard work, early arrival, and work efficiency. A decade later and I found myself confident enough to build a house from the ground up. My resume, my employment achievements and my ability to learn things quickly taught me the value of an edumacation. As such I sought a higher education. Maybe I was high! Maybe I was at a low in my life, either way aviation maintenance was calling my name. I didn’t feel like working hard and wasting my brain away. Bosses loved me, supers hated me, and co-workers loved working with the guy that did all the work, all the thinking and never complained. (psst. my pay was higher) Either way after being accepted to school I pushed harder than ever, summer meant roofing with a cool crew, and school time meant loading trucks at night also with cool bosses and co-workers. By then I had learned the pay to stress ratio, and always preferred less stress. While chasing the college party life I landed in hot water with the law, closing my doors to the career of my dreams. I know I only had to wait a couple of years to get a pardon, simple, so I worked roofing in the meantime. Created for the roofing subcontractor crew a website, contracts, flyers, business cards, ect. I made a business out of a sloppy buncha roofies. A one-two independent contracts later I fell on a ladder at work and was bedridden for months. Due to the incident and the subsequent fallout between compensation and such issues better left out of the internet, I no longer worked with them. I was fed up feeding the mouths of ungrateful bastards - err I mean employers - who made twice as much as the roofing crew I worked with, ten times as much as our highest paid employee and I don't do the math for my pay-rate. Out of my prideful need to no longer be looked down on by weaker minded and bodied people, was born a drive, a thought, a journey back into my life. My mom, my grandma and great-grandmother, were seamstresses. my grandfather and uncles were both tailors, now professors, my grandfather still tailors the best suits in quatro caminos, my family makes clothes for our national soccer team, the pride of our nation. So something Lit up inside my head while scrolling through my facebook feed unable to move in my bed, a clothing line! I had screen printed for a successful line that was sold? I think? Whatever. I had glow in the dark paint, cuz it was cool, and all the time in the world; Time not money. Research and vision planning was due. So was born AVion Clothing. Initialy AVion clubwear, AVion lightwear, AVion LEDwear AVion whatEDwear! :) Now my line is about to launch on kickstarter and I have never enjoyed, loved, pushed, pulled, been frustrated, been upset, been blocked, more broke, more happy, more fulfilled, at a job while simultaneously hating/loving my boss as much. ( psst. I hate that asshole, he is a slave driver, and doesn't like to pay) Either way I hope you enjoy the Journey Blogbook of this young entrepreneur tracing a new flight path from back breaking work, to mind bending aviation, and now to &#%$^*@(*#& fashion design. As the seatbelt lights go on to this wild ride called entrepreneurship starts its engines I pray for the safety of my future and for a safe takeoff into the world of fashion. Follow my blog AVion Clothing where I have my Flight Blog depicting AVion’s Flight into becoming the most Fly LED clothing brand, and my Journey Blog book where I will discuss the turbulence of entrepreneurship.

And may I add the same way i felt the first time on an airplane at the tender age of 5 when I was crying, kicking, screaming, yet somehow I am smiling when the pilots show me the awesome cockpit controls that I will one day learn to operate and maintain.

This I Walter Israel, Your captain speaking, trying to break off from mainstream fashion, and break through the clouds that cover the stagnant fashion industry while shedding some light into the darkness. For when the night is darkest and the city lights hide the beauty of the stars, and only the airplanes are there to guide you and show you the way if we only dare to fly. Thank you for flying AVion clothing. Have a safe day.

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