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Shouta stated he didnt want a child. Not just yet.
You had wanted a child for ages but respecting Shouta's decision, you never pressed him about it.
Recently, hes been dropping and picking up your nephew to daycare. She was 2 years old and was very bubbly and energetic and had the most cutest smile.
Which Shouta fell in love with.
When you first asked him about it, he didnt agree straight away as he didnt want to spend his mornings having to 'drop off a brat' and go to work.
After a bit more begging, he finally agreed, warning you that if she misbehaves once, he would leave her out in the rain.
It started off small. He never spoke to as much but she was a yapper.
When he picked her up, she would talk to him about her whole day, giggling at something funny while also emphasising the 'o' in words.
Shouta nodded while he actually listened and decided to ask follow up questions. She would be all smiley, talking even more.
After a few weeks, he started to look forward to picking her up. He never told you but he would 'subtly' ask about her.
"Whats her favourite sweet?" He asked one morning as you made him lunch for later.
"Either dango or dorayaki. I'd say dorayaki more." You answered simply, not thinking too much into it.
So, when he picked your nephew up that day, he took her to a nearby dessert shop and bought lemon cake for himself and 'guessed' she would like dorayaki.
And when he saw that beautiful smile on her face, his heart fluttered.
A few days later, he lay on the bed, hand in phone while you had just finished showering.
Today was the day, he told himself. he wanted that child. And he would break it to you.
You left the bathroom, a towel wrapped around your body while you dried your hair with a smaller towel.
The humidity from the bathroom followed into the room, steam sweeping and disappearing across the floor.
Shouta's eyes dragged up to you, following you as you crossed the room.
Maybe it was him. Maybe he was just a bit horny. But to him, you looked hot as fuck with damp skin and wet hair.
You had your back to him, going through the wardrobe to find your clothes when you felt something press up against your back.
"Y/n." He whispered in your ear. His breath was hot, dancing against your neck, his hands on your waist.
'Yes, sho?" You asked, pulling out a pair of pyjamas.
You were about to turn when his grip tightened, grounding you.
"Sho, whats wrong?" You turned your head to look up at him. You met his half lidded eyes, his eye bags slightly red.
"Nothing." He murmured, leaning down, planting kisses along your shoulder, to your neck.
"Sho, I have work in the mor-"
"I want a baby." He interrupted, biting a small part of your neckk then nibbling on your ear.
Your breath got caught in your throat. "What?" You asked. Maybe you had heard wrong. Maybe.
Effortlessly, he spins you around, chest pressed against your towel, his face close to yours.
"I want to have a child with you." He whispered, tucking a hair behind your ear.
You didnt know what to say. Because it made you so happy to hear that. But at the same time, what if he was just saying it to make you happy.
“Are you sure-” You asked but was cut off as his lips pressed against yours, parting to scoop you into a deep, passionate kiss. He stepped back, tugging you with him to the bed, sitting down on it while you leaned down.
You pulled away, panting slightly as you looked down at him.
“Are you sure you want this?” You asked again, cupping his jaw to lift his face.
“As long as you’re ready too.” He answered, his hand finding your hand on his cheek, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand.
You smiled sheepishly, kissing him again while letting your towel drop.
Your other hand went down to his stomach down to his crotch where you felt him slowly grow.
You pressed the ball of your hand against his groin. He groaned into your mouth, his hand finding your waist, going up to the side of your chest.
While kissing him, you pulled down his pyjama bottoms along with his boxers to free his member.
You wrapped your fingers around his girth, feeling a vein pop out while he turned even bigger in your palm.
Slowly, you moved your hand down his length as you pulled away from his lips. His breath hitched; he hoped you hadnt noticed how easy he was.
You stroked him all the way to his tip, pressing your thumb firmly against the pre cum that leaked then sliding it down.
You continued your pace before lifting your hips just above him. His hands gripped your hips, his eyes watching your every move through his lids.
He looked exhausted as fuck but he looked incredibly sexy looking this vulnerable.
You lowered yourself on him, your walls expanding around him. The sensation was impeccable- even though this wasnt your first time, it felt better every time.
Shouta leaned his head back slightly, his hair falling behind him, his hands still on your hips to guide you.
You let out a huff of breath, sliding up to his tip then back down, feeling your walls already clench around him.
It felt too good- the whelming feeling of pleasure creating a knot in your stomach- you almost forgot that you needed to make him cum inside you.
And he wanted to. His grip on your hips tightened as you grinded on him, feeling him hit the perfect spot that made the knot tighten even more.
He could make you cum easily- that was the problem.
It was rare for him to cum so fast, especially with the condom wrapped around him.
But now, he could feel the hot liquid slowly start to build up in him, ready to release at any moment.
Feeling your walls suffocate him felt amazing, almost making him actually lose his mind.
He felt the greed of pleasure wash over him, his hips instictively moving slightly. You were close and he could feel it with the way your moans grew louder.
But he was too focused on chasing his orgasm.
He snapped his hips up, striking you with a deep thrust that had you shriek as a wash of electricity flooded your clit, sending jolts through your thigh muscles.
But his thoughts drove away your cries. He continued to do deliberate, deep thrusts into your oversensitive clit. He could feel him getting close.
Then you felt it- the shoot of warm liquid coating your walls. His breathing becomes ragged, his grip on your hips weakening.
His head nuzzled into your neck, his forehead cold with sweat as you sank down on his cock, both your pants filling the room.
You felt his cock twitch inside you, leaking each drop of him inside you.
You lifted yourself off him, immediately getting pulled into his arms as he pulled you under the covers.
“I love you.” He mumbled, stroking his hand through your hair, planting a kiss on your forehead.
"Double teamed by the Gojos" Fratjo + Nerdjo x fem reader
Fratjo = satoru gojo
Nerdjo - Itsuki gojo
AU college
Contains NSFW content
under 16s should not proceed.
You had always said one thing about Satoru.
"You're the most annoying person I know."
And satoru gojo always answered the same way.
"And yet, you keep showing up."
You had been best friends with Satoru Gojo since the freshman year of college. Somewhere between late-night food runs, chaotic frat parties and him calling you "pretty" like it was an insult disguised as a compliment, you had just gotten used to him.
They way he draped an arm around your shoulders.
The way he always found you in the most crowded rooms.
The way he looked at you like you were the most interesting thing ever.
You had just assumed that was how Satoru was with everyone.
You don't even remember how you had met him. All you knew was that he was always there for you, always talking to you and wouldn't leave your side.
Then there was Itsuki Gojo - Satorus twin brother that was completely the opposite of Satoru.
His nose was always buried in books, he rarely spoke, quiet and ridiculously smart.
You had never spoken to the guy but you saw him around school except you never really saw Satoru and Itsuki speak to each other.
Itsuki was in your sociology class and sat near the back corner, forgotten but seen by the teacher.
He answered questions perfectly while his glasses hung on the bridge of his nose.
The thing is, you had always seen the way he looks at you. You sat beside him, always leaning against your fist while tapping your pen on the table.
Sometimes you would put your hand up to answer, other times you were picked on.
But each time, you answered the question correctly.
And Itsuki would glanced over at you, his eyes slightly narrow while they sparkled blue.
One sociology class, you leaned back in your chair, taking notes while the professor waffled on.
Near the end of the lesson, he announces that there is a group project.
"-and this time, ill be assigning partners." He snarled, grabbing a piece of paper from his desk while the class groaned.
He called out names before he finally reached yours. "Y/n and Itsuki."
"Itsuki?" You mumbled, your mind clicking into realisation that it was, in fact, your best friends twin brother.
Where Satoru looked like he belonged on a magazine cover or a frat poster, Itsuki looked like he belonged in a library that closed at midnight.
Dark sweater, neatly organised notes, glasses sliding down his nose.
The bell went off- the scattered noise of chairs scraping against the floor and books shutting erupted throughout the class.
You stuffed your laptop and books into your bag before looking over at Itsuki who packed away his things with precision.
"So... Satorus brother?" You asked, slinging your bag over your shoulder.
"Yeah... Y/n?" His voice was a lot more softer than Satorus.
"Where do you wanna do the project? My dorm is free for the next day or two." You asked, leaning against your table.
Itsuki doesnt look up as he continued to pack away but he did speak. "We can do it at mine, tomorrow. No ones come for the next week except me and Satoru. And i doubt he would come home for the next few days so."
"Oh, alright. Yeah thats fine then. See you later then." You nod, walking off.
While walking, you found yourself thinking about Itsuki, the way he looked in class and the way he speaks. You noticed your own heart was jumping beats.
The same feeling happened when you first met Satoru.
The day went on as usual, classes were normal, lunch was chaotic but fun, 5th and 6th period were calmer.
After classes had ended for the day, you found yourself walking to your dorms with Satoru's arm slung along your shoulders, holding you close.
It felt normal, just typical satoru. To you at least.
You hadn't even realised he was now in your dorm room, kicking his shoes off and falling into your bed, hands pressed on the bed to lean him up.
"You looked very pretty today." He said smugly, a crooked smirk appearing on his lips.
"Thanks." You let out, putting your bag down by your desk and walking over to your bed, letting yourself sit by your pillows but he had a different idea.
His fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you flush into his lap, your knees pressed on either side of his thighs.
"Satoru-"
"Stop moving."
His blue eyes bore into yours, glancing from your eyes, to your nose, to your lips back to your eyes.
You didn't have anything to say, nothing came out. Because deep down, you liked this.
For so long, you thought Satoru being so close was normal frat boy behaviour. You couldnt help your feelings grow for him.
You tried to stop them by dating other boys but your mind went to Satoru.
The thing is, Itsuki was also on your mind.
He was the complete opposite of Satoru. He was quiet, incredibly smart, smelt amazing. You wouldn't even believe his brother is Satoru.
"What are you doing, Satoru?" You murmured slowly, your hands finding their way to his shoulders.
"You're impossible."
"That's not an answer."
"...Seriously?" He huffed quietly, one hand sliding to your waist.
"Most people would have figured it out by now."
"Figure out what?" You asked, feeling your heart pound against your chest.
"That I like you." He answered quietly, his eyes moving to your lips before snapping back to your eyes.
You froze for a second, blinking at him. "What?"
"I like you." He repeated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"When did that happen?" You asked, not meaning to offend him. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly.
"When do you think?"
You try to recall every moment you had with him. Yeah he had flirted with you like tons, but he did that with everyone... right?
"I thought you just flirted with everyone."
"I do."
"That's not helping your case"
He groaned, dropping his head back slightly. "Okay, fine."
"Let me rephrase."
He looked back at you, his eyes full of genuine interest.
"I flirt with everyone. But I actually care about you."
You felt your heart do something weird in your chest.
Because suddenly a lot of things made sense.
The way he always found you at parties.
The way he got weird when you left early.
The way he showed up at your dorm at night just to hang out.
Damn, how dumb can you be?
“You’re serious?” you asked quietly.
“For once in my life, yes.”
You just stared at him. Because obviously, you felt the same way. But at the same time, there was Itsuki. But fuck Itsuki, he isn't here right now.
“I like you too,” you admitted softly, a smile growing on your face.
The grin that spread across his face was immediate. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
His hands tightened slightly around your waist, the one on your wrist finding the other side of your waist.
“I knew it.”
You scoffed gently, crossing your arms over your chest. “You did not.”
“I absolutely did.” He grinned, bringing you closer to him.
His eyes drifted to your lips again and you couldnt help but to look at his.
They were rose pink and looked incredibly soft. Probably because he always took your cherry lip balm whenever you used it just for a tease.
You slowly leaned in, hands on his chest, closing the gap between you two.
Then, you felt his lips, warm and soft against yours. His lips felt almost perfect - they moulded perfectly against your lips, moving slowly as you both adapted to each other.
“I like you too,” you admitted softly, a smile growing on your face.
The grin that spread across his face was immediate. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
His hands tightened slightly around your waist, the one on your wrist finding the other side of your waist.
“I knew it.”
You scoffed gently, crossing your arms over your chest. “You did not.”
“I absolutely did.” He grinned, bringing you closer to him.
His eyes drifted to your lips again and you couldnt help but to look at his.
They were rose pink and looked incredibly soft. Probably because he always took your cherry lip balm whenever you used it just for a tease.
You slowly leaned in, hands on his chest, closing the gap between you two.
Then, you felt his lips, warm and soft against yours. His lips felt almost perfect - they moulded perfectly against your lips, moving slowly as you both adapted to each other.
You tilted your head, one hand travelling to his neck, fingering tangling with his hair. He leaned his head back, angling it, pushing the kiss deeper.
He slid his tongue into your mouth so smoothly, you hadn't realised you had gasped which melted into his mouth.
The kisses turned sloppy and heated, with his hands sliding down your waist to your hips, pulling you even closer while one of your hands roamed his chest and torso, your fingers tracing over his abs over his shirt.
Once you pulled away, you both were left panting hard, chest bobbing in sync while sharing a line of spit.
He leaned in, kissing you again to cut the line before pulling you into the bed, arms embracing you, his hand tucking your head under his neck.
"You need to open your eyes more." He says, hands gliding down your head to your arm. You slapped his chest, pulling away but he pulls you back, laughing.
"Is this a good time to say that im doing a sociology project with your brother?" You say, leaning your head back to look up at him.
But when you mentioned his brother, his expression doesn't change.
"Why would I care?"
"Just making sure."
"As long as you don't do anything funny with him, I don't care."
You let out a hum in response as you think about Itsuki.
How would his lips feel against yours?
PART 2
The next day rolled by quick. Lessons went on but it was slightly different. Satoru was always by your side, complimenting you more than usual and having his hand gripped onto the side of your waist.
At lunch, you sat with Satoru with some of his friends and your friends. The table was loud, of course, with the boys throwing food at each other and the girls gossiping while you and Satoru talked to each other.
Every now and then, you would glance around. You couldnt help but feel someone staring at you. The unease carried on throughout the day.
You had assumed people were just staring as you and Satoru were officially together. Sort of?
He hadn't asked you out but neither had you expected him to.
Although you were a little bummed out, you didn't mind it so you pushed the thought out of your head.
5th and 6th period went by quick.
Satoru had his arm around your shoulders, yet again, escorting you back to your dorm.
Halfway, you realised you had to meet up with Itsuki at his house. Well, his and Satoru's house.
"I can take you. Im going to a party not too far from home anyway."
The car journey felt a bit off but you shrugged it off as you thought about the project.
He pulled up at the front of the house; it wasn't too big but neither was it small.
He hopped out of his car, walking over to walk you into the house, opening the door and dropping his bag by the stairs.
"Yo, Itsu! Y/ns here for your whatever project." He called out, looking up the stairs then at you.
A second later, a second satoru appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing glasses and a black hoodie with black joggers.
"Oh, hi." He mumbled, walking down the steps slowly.
"Be nice. I'll be back soon to take her back to the dorms. Unless you wanna stay?" He turns to you, a small smirk playing on his lips.
You can stayed over at the Gojos several times, using the guest room but tonight, you were hoping to get some revision done for the upcoming exams.
"It's okay, I need to study tonight."
"Right, well, don't miss me too much." He leaned down, pulling you into a soft, possessive kiss before retreating and closing the door behind him.
"We can do the project in my room, if you want." Itsuki said, fixing his glasses with a finger and glancing away from you.
"Yeah sure." You followed him up the stairs, down the hallways and into a room that was quite neat for a boy.
His floor was spotless, carpet cleaned, bed made, curtains drawn to let the rays of the lasting sun spread into the room. His desk was tidy with some notebooks stacked.
"Wow. I didn't expect this to be so... organised." You let out a low chuckle, it slowly dissolving as you watched Itsuki grab his laptop and some paper with a pen and sit on the floor.
You followed his lead, sitting opposite him, opening your bag and taking out your laptop with some books and your pencil case.
You both begun your project, the topic being 'the influence of popularity in college social hierarchies.'
Surprisingly, you and Itsuki worked together incredibly well. You were able to finish off his sentences and he was able to read your mind.
While doing the project, you couldnt help but notice your heart race whenever he got too close to you. When he leaned over to look at your laptop or when he came too close to check your spelling on words.
On top of it all, his fragrance was driving you crazy. Yeah, Satoru smelt good but most of the time he spelt like beer and smoke. But Itsuki?
He smelt like a god in disguise.
Weird thing is, whenever you were with Itsuki, you thought about Satoru. But when you were with Satoru, you found yourself thinking about Itsuki.
You didn't even know the guy that well. But you were excited to find out more about him.
After what felt like an eternity, the clock hit 8pm.
The door downstairs opened then closed, then footsteps up the stairs.
You had your head down, deep in your laptop as you typed away while Itsuki wrote some last notes in his notebook.
It was quiet until the door boomed open, a tall, muscular figure standing in the way.
"You guys done then or what?" Satoru asked, walking past you two and sitting on Itsuki's bed, elbows on knees as his eyes skim over the work.
And if he was gonna be honest, he didn't understand a word he read.
"Yeah. Just finished." You mumbled, rapidly typing before hitting the full stop key and letting out a sigh.
"Good. Let's get you back to your dorm before you drain out your brain juice." Satoru stands up, walking over to the door and glancing back at you.
You hummed in response, stuffing all your things back into your bag and standing up, fixing your clothes.
"Thanks for inviting me over, Itsuki. Hopefully this will get us A+"
Itsuki looks up, his glasses hanging half way down his nose. "No worries" Is all he simply said before going to his laptop.
You frowned slightly, walking to Satoru and closing the door behind you.
"Don't try to small talk with him. He's sharp." Satoru warned, walking down the hallway with his hands stuffed into his leather jacket pockets.
"Right." You answered, scoffing slightly as you followed him down the stairs.
The journey back to college was quiet, mostly because you were tired as fuck from studying for 3 hours straight, no break.
"You still gonna study or what?" Satoru asked, one hand on the steering wheel while the other propped by the window, cheek leaning against his fist.
"I don't know. I think im too- too tired to study." You yawned mid sentence, slumping down in the seat.
"Damn, sleepy head. It's only 9pm." He chuckled, looking over at you.
"Oh shush. I don't spend my nights partying and showering myself in alcohol."
"Ouch. Harsh much."
"You asked for it."
"Fairs."
He walked you back to your dorm, leaning against the wall as you used your keys to unlock the door.
"Good night, princess."
"Good night, Satoru."
You gave him a weak smile before opening the door and shutting it behind you.
And now, all you could think about was Itsuki. But then Satoru. Then Itsuki.
It was an endless cycle.
And you had no idea what to do.
Weeks had passed. And the cycle still continued.
Over the weeks, you had decided to somehow talk to Itsuki, as you were his brothers girlfriend.
You would find him in the library, deep into some dusted books or sometimes sitting alone in the canteen.
He did have friends but sometimes, he preferred to sit by himself, he told you.
"But, I don't mind you." He said, lifting his glasses back into position with his index finger, flipping over to the next page of his book with his other hand.
You felt your stomach flutter gently, feeling a bit special.
Some days you were with Satoru. Some with Itsuki. Some nights were spent with you in Satorus lap, lips clashing against each other, or other nights with you and Itsuki studying til you were kicked out the library.
Until one night, everything changed.
You sat in Itsuki's dorm which looked a lot like the room you had first visited when you met with him for your sociology project.
Itsuki sat next to you on the floor, flipping through books while you scribbled onto your notebook.
You put your pen down, letting out a deep exhaling and leaning too close to him without realising.
Itsuki stops flipping through the pages and starts typing on his laptop before looking up at you.
For a second, both your eyes met. It was as if they were speaking instead of your mouths.
You quickly took your chance to glance down at his lips.
They looked almost like Satorus, just a lighter shade of pink. And a lot more softer. And would probably not taste like alcohol.
"Ive had an eye on you for a while, Y/n. Before you and Satoru started dating." Slowly, Itsuki shuts his laptop as he speaks, his voice soft but blunt.
You met his eyes again, heart thumping against your ribs.
"What?"
"Ive had an eye on you way longer than Satoru has. I always have. I just didn't know how to approach you." He shuts some books closed, breaking the eye contact but rebuilding it shortly after.
You should have gotten up, told him he shouldn't be doing this. But your body stayed rooted to the spot.
He leaned closer, his eyes glossy under his glasses, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
"Tell me to stop. Push me away. But I've waited too long for this."
---
Now he was just inches from your face. His breath, hot, danced against your skin, his eyes scanning for any sign of discomfort in your face.
But you weren't showing any of it. You were showing intent, curiosity and discipline.
And that's when he closed the gap.
His lips captured yours into a soft, kiss before they moved against each other.
Instinctively, you leaned closer, finding yourself in his lap with your legs wrapped around his hips, your hands tangling into his hair while his lay on your waist.
His mouth moved differently compared to Satoru. He didn't rush - he took his time. The movements were slow but savouring.
He lightly bit your bottom lip which was completely unexpected. You gasped quietly which he swallowed.
You hadn't expect Itsuki to be so good at kissing. Especially since you thought he had never had a girlfriend.
He pulled away, forehead resting against yours as both of your pants filled his dorm.
"Let's not let Satoru know about this, hm?" Itsuki said, his voice low and husky, which had surprised you.
You nod slightly, even though it felt wrong but at the same time it felt...right?
He pulled you into another kiss, hands roaming up your back.
This went on for at least a week. And somehow, you hid it perfectly from Satoru.
Some nights you were with Satoru, cuddling or making out then at night you would be texting Itsuki.
It felt so so so wrong. But you couldnt help it.
Til one night, you went over to the Gojos house, their parents not home due to a business trip.
Satoru had dropped you off, claiming he was going to a frat party 30 minutes away and he would more likely be home late.
Which left you and Itsuki alone for a good few hours.
So after a bit of studying together, you were, once again, in Itsuki's lap, on his bed, mouths clashing against each other hungrily.
His hands trailed down the sides of your waist, gripping your hips. Your fingers were entangled in his hair, one hands on his neck to tilt his head back.
Neither of you had heard the bedroom door click open, the door opening slowly, the hinges silent.
A small laugh emerged from neither you or Itsuki.
You pulled away, looking over at the door, eyes widening.
"Now don't let me ruin the fun. We talked about this Itsuki." Satoru leaned against the door, arms crossed, biceps flexing with veins popping, trailing into the cuff of his shirt.
"You always have fun with her." Itsuki snarled, not looking away from you.
Your eyes shifted from Satoru to Itsuki, back to Satoru as confusion filled your mind.
"Fun?" You questioned, feeling Itsuki's grip tighten.
"I always knew you were running off to Itsuki. Cmon, baby, I may be dumb but not that dumb." Satoru answered with smug, leaning off the doorframe.
"I-" You begun but Satoru had cut you off.
"Don't worry. I don't mind it." His eyes flickered between you and Itsuki.
"But I do mind that im not in this."
He crouched down when he was behind you, mouth so close to your ear, his breath dancing down your neck.
"I don't get what's happening..." You say quietly, looking at Itsuki.
"Let's just say, you're about to get the full gojo experience." Satoru mumbled into your ear, his hand trailing to your shoulder, pulling your hair away from your shoulder to your back.
You don't even know what happened or how it happened. But you found yourself bare and cold in Itsuki Gojo's room while the twins unstripped themselves slowly.
You were on your knees, looking up at the two.
Satoru was quick with his clothes - whipping his shirt off with one clean sweep and slowly dragged his joggers down til he was just in boxers, his bulge very visible.
While Itsuki took things slow. He only took his shirt off with his vest, his muscular features standing out. He wasn't as big as Satoru but he definitely had something.
His glasses were askew as he looked down at you, his eyes sparkling at the sight of you.
He lowered himself onto his bed as Satoru walked over to stand behind you.
His hand found your hair, tugging slightly to make you look back at him.
"Rules are: you are going to listen to everything we say and you can't be too loud or we won't continue unless told to." He hissed through his smirk.
You nodded in response. He let go of your hair, your head flicking back to Itsuki who leaned back slightly, as if he was unsure on what to do.
But you did.
You moved your hands to his sweatpants, sliding them down til they reached his ankles.
He lifted his feet so you would take them fully off and threw them into a corner.
His boxers looked like they could burst at any given moment. Your fingers slung onto his waistband, pulling it down, his dick coming out.
Again, you took them off his ankles, flying them somewhere as you stared at his dick.
It must have been about 7.1 inches, cut, tip pink with some pre cum leaking out, glistening.
Before you could reach, you felt yourself being pushed forward, your hands finding the floor to hold you as Satoru positioned himself behind you, his boxers already gone, his dick, same colour as Itsuki's but paler, was lined just at your entrance.
His rubbed the tip against your clit, sliding it between your lips. You felt a jolt of lightning strike between your legs, desperation rising inside you.
You bought one hand up to cup Itsuki's base, slowly stroking it while he stared at you, jaw slightly hung open.
Your thumb reached the tip, rubbing the pre cum around it before sliding it back down, your pace growing faster.
Satoru continued to tease your pathetic pussy as Itsuki filled your mouth.
You took him slowly, moving your head, your tongue gliding against his shaft, feeling him grow even harder against your lips.
Satoru had decided to stop dicking around - he lined his cock perfectly before slowly pushed the head into you.
You gasped around Itsuki, not knowing how wide Satoru was about to stretch you.
He plunged in further, slowly, a groan escaping his throat.
"Fuck, you're tight."
He continued to do a slow pace, going deep into you while you continued to suck Itsuki off.
Itsukis hand had found your hair, his fingertips digging between your strands, gripping your scalp. He leaned his head back, swallowing down his whimpers.
You moaned against his cock, feeling yourself already grow tighter around Satoru's cock.
Then, you felt a hot, sharp slap against your ass, the pace disappearing. "Don't cum yet. Not until I say so."
You nodded in response, and he started his pace again, only this time it grew faster.
He hit the spongy bit inside you, the sensation building up, causing you to grow tighter around him again.
But you held it back. Your mouth kept taking Itsuki, his head thrown back, his glasses hanging down his nose.
Your ragged moans escaped out your mouth, vibrating against his dick.
You felt it build inside you, almost about to tip over.
You felt the walls grow even tighter, then, your body went still.
Satoru had stopped moving, his cock still deep inside you.
You lifted your mouth off Itsuki, a small pop echoing through the room.
Slowly, you felt Satorus pull out, his tip grinding against your lips.
You begun to stand up but Itsuki grabbed your wrists. “we aren’t done yet.”
Before you could even say anything, he pulled you up onto the bed, flipping you into your back so that he was in front of you. Satoru knelt on the bed, his cock standing before you.
Itsuki held his dick in his hand, looking down at you with such an unrecognisable expression.
He didnt look like the nerd you would sit with in the library, scribbling away while adjusting his glasses.
He lined his tip just as your lips, slowly rubbing against you. Then, he slowly spread you open, expanding your hole even more.
You let out a moan which was cut off by Satoru's dick sliding into your mouth.
Itsuki went for a slow but deep pace, unlike Satoru.
He slowly moved in and out of you, his hips hitting your thighs with each thrust.
Satoru mouth fucked you, one hand tangled in your hair.
You felt like a ragdoll, but it was amazing. Getting it from the front and the mouth.
Some girls had dreamt to be fucked by Satoru. While you were getting fucked by him and his brother.
Itsuki picked him his pace, his hands finding your waist, fingers digging into your skin.
Your moans were muffled, mixing with Itsuki's small whimpers and Satoru's groans.
It sounded like heaven- literally. With Itsuki's quiet, whiney whimpers and Satoru's guttural groans, it was everything you could have dreamt of.
Satoru pulled out of your mouth, stroking himself then putting it back into your mouth.
You were so close. So close to creaming all over Itsuki's cock. And he was too.
You couldnt hold it in. Itsuki gave one big, deep thrust as you screamed against Satoru's cock, rigid vibrations jolting through your body.
Itsuki sank deep inside you, not pulling out - he leant down, panting as he too came into you.
Satoru pulled his cock out, his tip pinker than before, his shaft wet with veins popping out.
Itsuki regained himself, straightening up and tearing his dick away from you slowly. Once it was out, you let out a low moan.
Satoru got off the bed, positioning himself at the end.
It was as if they had already planned this all. They planned every position they would fuck you in.
"Get up." Itsuki commanded in a voice you had never heard before. It was scarily hot.
You straightened up, getting onto your feet. He held your hands in the process, lying on the bed and guided you above him.
"Sit." He said, basically telling you to sit on his face.
You were facing Satoru who was still stroking his cock as the sight of you.
You lowered yourself carefully but Itsuki grabbed your thighs, pulling you down onto him until your whole weight was on him.
He began licking your lips, sliding between and outside, everything. It felt magical.
“fuck-“ you mumbled that mixed with a moan. Itsuki was surprisingly good with his mouth.
Satorus hand found your head yet again, dragging you forward so your mouth levelled with his cock.
You took him whole, he was slightly thicker than Itsuki. Your mouth shaped around him, your jaw slightly aching from how wide it was opening.
Itsuki ate you out like his life depended on it- tongue thrusting in and out of you, licking every inch of you, swelling your cunt.
While you sucked Satorus cock til the tip shown bright pink.
His hips instinctively thrusted forwards, mouth fucking you for a second.
You felt yourself getting closer again. Your walls clenched, your pussy growing sensitive with every lick.
And satoru was close, his groans and small moans had given him away.
He fisted your hair, bringing you closer until he felt his tip hit the back of your throat before pulling out, his tip grazing your tongue before pushing back in.
“Oh fuck- fuck y/n-“ he groaned, mouth fucking you while your eyes prickled with tears.
You looked up at him, feeling warm liquid shoot and hit the back of your throat, the slight tang of salt travelling down.
Satoru panted slightly, holding his cock in your mouth.
Without realising you had reached your peak, you squirted all over Itsukis face.
He cleaned your pussy clean before pulling away with a ‘pop’ sound.
Just when you thought you were done, you were proven wrong.
They flipped you in many positions, Itsuki taking you from the back while he had you like a dog or Satoru had you screaming into the pillows.
You had probably went through many organisms, you lost count after 5 while they fucked you ruthlessly.
Finally, Satoru came over your stomach before collapsing next to you, along with Itsuki on your other side.
“Did you enjoy that, baby?” Satoru asked, hand laying on your stomach.
You nodded as he planted a kiss on your cheek. Itsuki grabbed your chin, tilting your face to look at him to pull you into a passionate kiss.
The next few weeks were amazing. Some days you were with Satoru, some with Itsuki, some with both.
Neither of them cared where you guys where. They would fuck you any chance they got or you would.
In the library, you found yourself on your knees between Itsukis legs, sucking his shaft with such ease.
He bit his knuckles to bite down the whimpers.
Satoru had you bent over a bathroom sink in a frat party house, pulling your hair to force you to look at yourself in the mirror.
“This where you wanna be, hm? Taking my fat cock inside your tight pussy?”
Or, you would be riding Itsuki while Satoru watched, stroking himself.
Whatever the fuck this was, you enjoyed it as hell.
At U.A. high school, everyone knew with certainty you and shouta never got along.
Although you were friends with Oboro and Hizashi, you always had this flame spark in you whenever you saw Shouta.
The rivalry had started off small- just the kind of competitive tension that naturally formed between two strong students.
You were fast, bold, instinctive, you moved like someone who had trusted their gut more than any plan.
Shouta was the complete opposite. Quiet, calculating. Watched everything before moving.
Whenever you rushed into something, he waited.
when he analysed, you turned it into action.
The clash was loud amongst everyone in training.
And unsurprisingly, most arguments started during training.
“youre hesitating again.” You snapped once after a combat exercise, wiping the sweat off your forehead.
He barely even looked at you to reply back with “im training.”
You let out a scoff, stretching your arms behind your back.
“You think too much.”
“And you dont think at all.”
Thats how it always went.
Short. Sharp. Annoying.
But a few days before everything changed, the argument went further than usual.
It happened after a rescue simulation. Shouta had chosen to stabilise a structure before pulling a civilian dummy from debris.
You had charged straight in to get the victim first.
Fortunately, you both had succeeded. But you knew something off was lingering on him.
So, afterwards, you cornered him near the training grounds.
“you would’ve let that person die.” you said, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed over your chest.
He looked up slowly, his eyes dragging til they found you. “no.”
“You hesitated.”
“I evaluated.”
You let out a laugh that was harsh and sharp, it almost felt sickening to let out.
“You dont want to save people, Aizawa.”
You paused for a second before continuing.
“You just want to prove you’re the smartest in the room.”
For a second, he didn't say a word. His eyes went back to his bag as he strapped it to his shoulder before walking past you.
Like he hadn't just heard a sentence that made his blood bubble.
Three days later, your class gathered inside one of U.A.'s large disaster simulation structures. The building was designed to mimic a partially collapsed office tower- broken floors, hanging beams, unstable walkways.
The assignment was simple.
Locate civilians. Secure the structure. Evacuate safely.
You moved through the building quickly, scanning rooms and calling out findings to the rest of the class.
Shouta was on the opposite side of the structure, moving slower, checking load-bearing supports and unstable sections.
Neither of you spoke to each other. You both rarely did unless it was an argument.
At some point, during the exercise, a shout echoed through the comms.
"Civilian located on the upper floor!"
And you were the closest to it.
You climbed up onto a fractured sport beam that jutted across a gap between two sections of flooring.
Above you, a rope line hung from the training rigging - something students could use for manoeuvring through unstable terrain.
You grabbed it as you crossed, not realising the stability of the beam.
Halfway across the beam, the wood shifted under your weight.
The crack echoed sharply before changing into a loud snap as the beam collapsed into two.
You felt your stomach drop as your footing vanished.
Your instincts immediately kicked in, your hand reaching for the rope.
Your body jerked violently as you swing, boots kicking empty air several meters above the floor.
The rope shaped back and forth, as if it was trying to get rid of you.
"Got it." You murmured under your breath, gripping tighter. You could climb back up.
It would be embarrassing sure, but manageable.
Below you, the training floor was clear.
On the other side of the room, Shouta saw the whole thing play out.
From where he stood, he watched you dangle, holding the rope to stabilise yourself.
You looked frustrated, not panicked which flickered the flame in Shouta.
'they can climb back up' he thought until he heard another voice take over.
'you just want to prove you're the smartest person in the room.'
His jaw muscles tensed, flexing against his skin.
For weeks, you had been mocking him. Calling him odd. Detached. Emo.
Like you had thought you understood him. Like you thought you were better.
Shoutas eyes dragged to the ropes anchor point.
A simple safety line designed to break tension during emergencies.
A small blade hung on the nearby utility rig.
If the rope were cut, you would drop straight into the safety net below.
The net would catch you. Maybe you would get bruised. Maybe you would look stupid in front of everyone.
But you would fail the exercise.
Just once.
Just enough to knock that confidence. Right?
His hand moved before he could think too hard about it.
The blade slid easily through the rope, fibers snapping.
For half a second, nothing happened. Then, the rope gave way.
You felt the tension in the rope leave, the air resistance increasing as you felt yourself drop.
The fall wasn't long- but it was sudden.
Your body twisted instinctively as you hit the net. The impact made you bounce hard.
Then, a sharp crack echoed through the room.
You let out a yelp, feeling something like hot iron burn through your leg.
You couldnt tell if it was the pain or not but the whole training room went silent.
All you could hear were your faint pants of pain, as you tried to bite back tears from falling.
In a blink of an eye, people hovered over you, asking you questions you couldnt hear.
Because all you thought of was the person standing on the roof, looking down at you with his eyes eyes.
"Why?" you mumbled faintly, barely audible for anyone to hear.
While Shouta stood, staring down at you, eyes wide while his hand shook with the knife.
The plan had succeeded... then failed terribly.
And suddenly, the reality of what he had done settled heavily in his chest.
The recovery had taken weeks. The fracture itself ha healed. But something in the joint couldnt be fully healed.
Doctors ran many tests, observed all your movements, evaluated your balance.
Eventually, they gave the verdict.
You could live normally.
But the strain of hero work- combat, constant mobility, dangerous terrain- would put you at risk of reinjury.
The hero course was too demanding. Too dangerous. One fatal mistake and you could permanently damage your leg.
They suggested you were to transfer programs.
You were discharged from the hospital, wearing a leg brace as you walked funny.
Luckily, you had a few friends waiting for your dismissal and helped you out.
When you told them you wanted to go to the training building, they exchanged looks but did not argue.
They escorted you there, leaving you alone and telling ou to call them once you wanted to go back to the dorms.
The training grounds were empty. Evening had settled over U.A., painting the buildings in muted gold and shadow. The wind moved quietly through the fencing around the field.
Shouta was heading back to the dorms, finger fumbling as he thought about you.
Til he glanced over, spotting you with your back turned, arms crossed, staring out at the field.
For a moment, he considered leaving.
"Don't bother pretending you weren't coming here," you announced without needing to turn. "You always come here after training."
Shouta stopped a few steps away. Neither of you spoke for a few seconds.
Then, you turned slowly, the sunset beam gleaming off your skin. "You cut the rope."
Straight to the point.
Shouta didn't look away. "Yeah, I did."
The words hung in the air like bunting. Something snapped in you almost immediately after hearing the first word.
"You didn't even hesitate, did you?" You said, your voice rising. "I was hanging there for maybe- five seconds and you just- what? Decided I wasn't worth the effort?"
"That's not what happened."
"Then explain it." Your voice echoed across the empty field.
"You could've pulled me up!" You continued. "There was no one under me, nothing collapsing, it wasn't an impossibly hero decision - - you just cut it!"
The musics in Shoutas jaw flexed.
"You would've climbed back up."
"So?"
"That's the point," He snapped. "You always rush into things and somehow come out fine. You never stop to think about the consequences."
Your eyes widened slightly. "So this was a lesson?"
"I thought you'd land safely."
The moment the words left his mouth, he knew they sounded much worse than he had meant it to.
You let out a laugh- but it wasn't amused- it was harsh, disbelieving, so fake. But hurt.
"You thought?"
"Yeah."
"So, you gambled with my life because you were annoyed with me?"
"That's not-"
"You wanted me to fail." Your voice cracked through the air, eyes prickling with sting.
"Just admit it! You were sick of hearing me argue with you, so you thought if I embarrassed myself in training, you would finally be right!"
And at that moment, you had so wished he would say something. Anything. But he stayed silent.
The boy, skin pale as his short hair framed his face messily, looked almost scared.
"Oh my God." You whispered, realising it all. "You actually did."
"I didn't think-"
"Exactly!" You cut off loudly. "You didn't think!"
The words bounced off the concrete walls of the training building.
"I worked for years to get into this school." You continued, breathing hard. "Years. And you threw it away within five seconds because your pride got hurt during an argument."
Shouta felt something tight and heavy settle in his chest.
"I didn't know it would-"
"Ruin my career?" You interrupted, your voice dropping suddenly.
Shouta didn't have anything to reply with. His eyes only just widened.
"Yeah." You said. "Funny how that works."
The wind rustled the fencing behind the both of you. You shook your head slowly, like you were still processing the thought of it.
"You know what the doctors told me today?"
Shouta didn't say anything but he felt his heart stoop as you continued.
"They said If I stay in the hero course, I'll probably destroy my leg completely within a few years."
Your fingers tightened against the brace. "So congratulations."
You looked straight at him now. He looked different. Smaller. Terrified. Eyes blown wide as his breathing quickens.
But you weren't angry- you weren't going to shout at him.
You were too tired for that.
"Im leaving U.A."
The words landed like a punch. For the first time since the accident, Shouta felt real panic flicker through him.
He gulped before speaking, voice barely audible. "I didn't know it would be permanent."
"No." You said quietly. "You didn't."
You stared at him for a long moment. And something in your expression shifted - anger giving way to something colder.
You know what the worst part is?" You asked, swallowing the voice cracks as water filled your waterline.
He replied with a small frown. You gave a small, humourless smile.
"I used to think you were the one person in this class who actually understood what it means to be a hero."
You paused for a moment, glancing at your leg then back at him, a tear rolling down your cheek. "But you dint cut that rope because it was the right decision."
"You cut it because you wanted to win an argument."
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Then.
"If this is the kind of hero you're going to be... then im glad it was me who fell, not someone you were supposed to save."
The air between you both went still. Shouta could respond. How could he?
The one person who did understand him, the one who actually helped him, had their life ruined in his hands.
All because he wanted to prove something. Something so pointless. Something that would have been forgotten in a week.
For once, there was nothing to say.
You turned, and this time, you didn't stop walking.
~
Years had passed just like that- Shouta had became a teacher at the school he attended as a teenager.
The city had changed, but some things never did.
The quiet hum of traffic. The faint smell of rain of warm pavement.
The guilt that never left him.
Shouta had grown careful, painfully careful.
Every training exercise he set ups or students was checked twice. Thrice. Even four times.
Hr watched their safety lines like a hawk. He made sure no one was ever pushed further than they could handle.
His students thought he was just strict, a grumpy, old hag who won't let kids have fun.
But they didn't know why.
They didn't know about you.
It was late afternoon when Shouta noticed a small bakery tucked between two older buildings.
The aesthetic outside was warming and welcoming. A small sign hung above the door in chalk.
"Y/ns Bakery."
He immediately froze mid step, his heart dropping low.
Surely, that wasn't you. You had a common name. It couldnt be you...right?
But something pulled him towards the door. The warm smell of fresh bread drifted outside.
He walked over to the French door with its windows slightly tilted. His hand hovered over the steel knob. Slowly, he pushed the door opened.
A small bell chimed, the heat of the bread radiated the whole shop.
Sunlight filtered through the front windows, catching on glass pastry cases and trays of freshly baked bread.
It smelt like sugar, vanilla and cinnamon, as well as coffee.
Behind the counter, someone was carefully arranging pastries.
Their dark apron was dusted in flour, sleeves pushed back messily, the knot of the apron tied loosely.
For a moment, Shouta just stood, staring at the person. At you.
Because the last time he had seen you, you had been smaller- a teenager in training uniform.
Not someone standing calming behind a bakery.
But when you turned, the knot in his chest tightened.
You dusted your hands onto your apron, glancing up before locking eyes with his black eyes.
The same eyes you used to look into and argue.
The ones who you last saw before your dreams were crushed.
For a second, the room felt impossibly quiet. Then, you spoke.
"...Shouta." Your voice was scarily soft, it frightened Shouta. It wasn't full of the bitterness or hatred he had last heard.
Which surprised him very much.
"Hi." Is all he could manage to say.
Shouta looked incredibly different. You could tell. He now had a stubble, wore all black with that scarf around his neck, goggles tucked just beneath it.
Even under his baggy clothes, you could tell he was built. He didn't look like the tiny, scrawny boy you used to argue with everyday. He looked like a brand new person.
"You want something?" You asked, clearing your throat.
His eyes looked over at the display case before looking out the window. "Black coffee."
You nodded, turning your back to him again and grabbing a cup from the cabinet, taking the small coffee machine in its station and pouring the hot liquid into the cup.
Your movements were precise, smooth, and well- practiced. Like you had been doing this for years.
Shouta watched your every movement. He tried not to stare. He tried not to notice the slight stiffness in how you shifted your weight.
You turned back, handing him the cup along with some napkins.
"...thanks."
His fingers brushed against yours, you noticed. And so did he. But neither of you said a word.
He took the cup but didn't drink it immediately. Because there was something he had carried for years. Something he never got to say.
"Im sorry." The words came out rough. Even though it had grown deeper, you could still hear his teen self.
You didn't respond for a moment, then, you leaned lightly against the counter, a small smile forming on your lips. "That took a while."
He looked down at the coffee. "I should've said it years ago."
"Yeah."
Silence.
He forced himself to meet your eyes. They were soft. Not full of the hatred like when you were a teen.
"I was stupid."
"You were seventeen."
"That's not an excuse."
"No." You say quietly. "It isn't."
Every bit of the memory had burnt into his brain. He remembered every single detail. The rope, the fall, your scream. Your words.
But now, you didn't look angry. Just tired.
You gestured around the shop vaguely, " Im okay, y'know."
Shouta blinked, the same way he did when he was younger. "I can see that."
"Running a bakery wasn't exactly my childhood dream." You looked out the window, staring at the beautiful sunset. "But its not a bad life."
You tapped the counter lightly. "I wake up early. Bake bread. Argue with suppliers."
A small laugh escaped your mouth. It sounded different to Shouta. But it was... beautiful?
"Normal things."
He watched you carefully, like he had always did. He hasn't really changed, has he, you thought to yourself.
"...Do you ever regret it?"
You shrugged, leaning off the counter. "Sometimes."
"But that's life."
You glanced to the ovens behind you. "Not everything turns out the way you planned."
The words hit harder on both of you than you had intended.
"You should've been a hero." He said, his voice dropping.
You shook your head gently, looking back at him. "Maybe."
"But im not." Your gaze softened slightly. "And that's okay now."
He pulled the cup to his lips, taking a sip of the coffee. It was good, stronger than he had anticipated.
"You opened this yourself?"
"Yeah."
"That's impressive."
You laughed lightly again. "You sound like a teacher."
He let out a low sigh, adjusting his stance. "I am."
Your eyebrows lifted slightly, but you couldnt say you weren't surprised.
"Of course you are."
Something about that made him uncomfortable. "What's that meant to mean?"
You tilted your head, smiling at him. "You were always the careful one."
Careful.
If only you knew how much that word had haunted him.
You went over to the sink, grabbing a rag with some disinfectant then walking back over to the counter, spraying some of it onto the counter.
"How's Hizashi and Shirakumo?" You asked, wiping the disinfectant, not looking at Shouta.
"Hizashis fine. Unfortunately he works at U.A. with me, so it's still loud." He paused, which gave you the time to let out a low chuckle.
"Shirakumo...died."
You froze mid scrub, looking at your hands then slowly dragging your eyes to meet his.
His eyes were soft, but he didn't look at you.
"It was my fault." His voice cracked, he lowered the cup.
"Don't say that." You told him, leaving the rag at the counter and walking over to the door, flipping the 'open' sign.
You then gently grabbed Shoutas wrist, pulling him into a booth, sitting next to him.
He looked down, hand gripping the cup steadily.
"Tell me what happened."
He explained everything, his voice shook every time he said his name. His free hand trembled on his thigh but he fisted it to make it appear still.
"Shouta…” You murmured, putting a hand on his arm.
“I should’ve done more.”
You felt your heart drop low.
“I should’ve noticed sooner. I should’ve-“
He cut himself off, jaw tightening. But the words kept coming anyway.
“I didn’t save him.” You felt your chest ached. Because you recognised that tone.
That same tone from years ago. From the day everything went wrong.
He dragged a hand through his hair.
“I didn’t save him,” he repeated, quieter now. “And I didn’t protect you either.”
“…thats not-“
“I messed up.” His voice cracked - just slightly.
“both times.”
Your breath got caught in your throat.
“I was careless. I was angry. I didn’t think things through.” His eyes stayed fixed on the table.
“I keep thinking if I had just stopped for a second… if I had just thought - ”
“Shouta.” Your voice cut him silent.
You leaned forward slightly. “You don’t get to carry all of that.”
He shook his head immediately. “I do.”
“No.” Your voice softened, but didn’t lose its strength. “You don’t.”
His eyes slowly met yours but there was something in his eyes you hadn’t seen before. Not just guilt.
But exhaustion.
Like he had been holding everything in for too long.
“Shouta.” you called out quietly. “you were kids.”
“that doesnt matter.”
“It does.”
He clenched his jaw. “I hurt you.”
“You didn’t mean to.”
“I still did.”
“And I survived.”
The words landed gently, but firmly.
You held his gaze. “You didn’t ruin my life.”
He flinched slightly. Because those weren’t the words you had said back then.
Back then, you had been angry.
Back then, you had meant to hurt him.
Now-
Now you just sounded… honest.
“And Shirakumo?” you continued softly. “That wasn’t your fault either.”
Shouta looked away.
“You weren’t alone on that mission.” He didn’t respond.
“You weren’t the only one responsible.” He still didnt say anything.
You sighed quietly. “You’re acting like you had control over everything.”
His voice dropped. “I should’ve.”
You slid your hand down to his fist, cupping it. For a moment, he felt his breath catch in his throat.
“You’re human,” you said quietly. The words hit harder than anything else.
“You make mistakes.”
He swallowed hard.
“And sometimes… things happen that you can’t fix.”
Silence.
“But that doesn’t mean you have to punish yourself forever.”
You let the silence sink in as his thoughts fight in his head.
Your words had done something to him, changed everything.
Because a small part of him wanted to believe you.
After a while, you leaned back to give him space.
The moment passed. But not really.
“Come back sometime,” you said lightly.
Shouta nodded once, shifting himself.
“…Yeah.”
When he stood to leave, something felt different.
Not fixed.
Not gone.
But… lighter.
Just a little.
And as the bell chimed behind him, he realised for the first time in years…
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Most people get frustrated when speaking to Inumaki.
But you didn't.
How could you get mad at someone who tries so hard to keep everyone around them, safe?
However, you still didn't understand his vocabulary.
"Tuna." He would say. You looked at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Agreement?"
He'd tilt his head slightly.
"Concern?"
He replied with a small nod.
Over time, you had learnt the tones. The rhythm. The way "combo" sounded different depending on context.
One afternoon after training, you handed him a bottle of water and said casually, " you dont like when people overexert themselves."
He blinked in surprise. Most people couldnt read him that well. Only Panda could.
"...salmon."
The first year of Jujutsu High was just about leaning Inumakis vocabulary and breaking fights between Maki and Yuta.
By the second year, you and Inumaki naturally drifted towards each other.
If there was a group assignment, you instinctively headed towards him.
If a mission pairing was announced, Inumaki stood slightly closer to your name on the board.
You hadn't said anything about it as, well, you hadn't realised it had been happening.
You both understood each other without needing to say it.
After one especially brutal mission, you sat on the dorm steps long after everyone else went inside.
He joined you without a word, sitting shoulder to shoulder.
"...Tuna." he murmured.
"I know," you had whispered. "Im tired too."
He didn't touch you. He just stayed. Stayed by your side. And that was enough.
Then, things changed slowly, neither of you two noticing.
You started to notice the smallest things:
The way his eyes softened when he laughed silently.
The careful way he handled rice balls like they were precious.
How he always walked half a step behind you in crowds.
One day, you realised something uncomfortable.
Your eyes instinctively looked around for him in any room. And if he wasn't there, something felt missing.
Once the first years were fully introduced, you spent your time with them.
Most of it being with Yuji as he was quite an energetic person to be around.
And from a distance, Inumaki watched in the shadows.
He didn't say anything the first because, well... he couldnt.
But then he saw you two more often.
Walking to the field together. Sparring. Always talking.
One time, he saw you laughing like you had never laughed out loud before.
You were in the courtyard, holding your stomach as you slightly leaned down, laughing at Yuji as he had said something ridiculous about cursed spirits having favourite snacks.
"- and then, Megumi just stared at me like I was insane!" He retorted loudly, arms sprawled out.
"Because you are." you replied, recovering from the laughs with a grin.
Inumaki stood in the hallways, watching from the windows, feeling a knot form inside his chest.
If only he could make you laugh like that.
You and Yuji headed back into the school.
You saw Inumaki, leaning against the wall, hands in pocket, his collar pulled up just to the tip of his nose.
You gave him a wide smile, waving. Normally, he would wave back or smile with his eyes closed. But he just nodded.
When you walked past him, you felt your heart drop to your stomach. "Did I do something?" you mumbled under your breath.
"What was that?" Yuji asked, turning to you, his eyes widened slightly.
"Nothing."
Few days later, you were paired up with Megumi for a training session.
You both worked surprisingly well together - quiet coordination, minimal wasted movement. Efficient.
At one point, Megumi grabbed your wrist to pull you out of the way of a curse. It was practical and didn't mean anything. To neither of you, obviously.
But from the sidelines, Inumakis jaw tightened beneath his collar
Just before the match had ended, he found himself walking away, back into the school.
Out of the corner of your eye, you watched him leave. Your heart thudded against your rib cage.
He always waited for you after training. Was always there to hand you a bottle of water or to give you a thumbs up.
The distance grew longer, louder. He stopped sitting next to you at meals.
Stopped tugging your sleeve when you drifted too far ahead.
Stopped waiting for you outside your dorm after late missions.
If you approached him, he answered normally.
But something felt off. As if he was pulling himself away, slowly.
A few days passed in quiet silence that simmered on the surface. Gojo had assigned you, Yuji and Inumaki a mission to exorcise a low-level grade.
Inumaki was a semi-grade, so he could exorcise them slow but fast. You could weaken the opponent by creating invisible cursed energy threads that 'attach' to people, objects or even techniques. These threads allowed you to sense emotional fluctuations, redirect impact, temporarily amplify or dampen cursed energy flow and synchronise movements with allies.
Yuji had to tag along so he could learn from the two of you.
The mission took place in an abandoned shopping centre. Nothing you guys couldnt handle.
You moved ahead of the two, scanning the second floor walkway.
Behind, Yuji leaned casually over the railing. While Inumaki was across the second floor, skimming.
"Hey, Y/n!" Yuji called. "if this curse jumps me, avenge me dramatically, okay?"
"You're not dying." You replied, not looking over at him as you check a room.
"Wow. Not even a little dramatic?" He pouted, pressing a hand to his cheek, his elbow resting against the cold railing.
"you'd complain about the speech."
He let out a laugh, which made you smile. And across the floor, Inumaki watched quietly. Expression unreadable.
You all proceeded to the third floor. You walked ahead of the two, head turning from side to side.
Out of nowhere, a curse lunged from behind a pillar, lunging towards you.
You reacted instantly but Yuji was closer.
He grabbed you by the waist, yanking you back just as the debris crashed down where you had been standing.
"Gotcha!" He said, his hands lingering a bit too long. He looked at the curse, eyes wide. Of course, he hadn't seen such a monstrosity since the night with Megumi. Especially in the light.
Without realising, his fingers dug into your waist, as if holding you for dear life.
"Thanks." You said, snapping him out of his shock.
"Oh, right-" Yuji immediately took his hands off you, stepping back as his head tilted up.
"Gotta stop spacing out. You have been doing that a lot. Hey so what are we-" But before he could continue his sentence, Inumaki stepped forward, his cursed energy flaring as he pulled his collar down.
"Don't move."
The waves ran through the curse, freezing it mid air. Yuji felt his shoulders stiffen, staring at the curse in awe.
Inumaki quickly exorcised it, hand going to his throat as he felt his voice box start to scratch.
But he didn't look back at you like he normally would after a mission.
He didn't give you that smile to tell you he was okay and he could handle it.
He simply walked past the both of you. You watched him disappear down the stairs, shocked and almost hurt.
He said he wouldn't use his voice more than once.
Both Yuji and you followed the footsteps Inumaki had left behind, neither of you talking. All three of you ended up outside, the veil lifting as Gojo leaned against the car, arms crossed.
"How was it Yuji? Did you see Inumakis sick curse? It's so cool right?"
Inumaki just walked past Gojo, sitting into the car, leaving you and Yuji.
"How you feeling, Y/n?" Even though you couldnt see it, his eyes glistened brightly underneath that black blindfold, a smirk creeping onto his lips.
"Im okay. Yuji helped me with the curse back there."
"I wouldn't say help. I would have done what anyone would have done." Yuji rubs the back of his neck, his eyes finding the floor.
Inside the car, Inumaki had his arms crossed, listening, his eyes glued to his legs.
The knot in his chest tightened, as well as his fists.
The drive from the shopping centre was awkward as fuck.
You were sandwiched between Yuji and Inumaki, both your knees pressed into their thighs. The car was quite cramped unfortunately as Gojo was renting a small car due to his being in the repairs.
You could practically feel Inumaki breathing down your neck.
Once back at the school, the three of you walked in silence. Halfway up the path, Yuji scratches his neck before blurting out a quick excuse to leave. He jogged his way back to the first year dorms, leaving you and Inumaki to swim in the awkwardness.
The air was cool, certainly refreshing as you had spent the hour sniffing dust and sneezing.
Inumaki walked next to you all the way to your dorm, like he usually did.
You stopped just outside your dorm, hand gripping the handle.
"Inumaki, why did you use your voice twice?"
He stood a few feet away, looking at you, collar high. His eyes glanced out the window then to you. "...salmon."
"Don't salmon me. You said you wouldn't do that again!" you turned on your heel, letting go off the handle.
He just stared at you.
Then you saw it. His eyes shifted from narrow to wide. The way his eyes softened when he met yours.
You remembered how he looked back at the shopping centre - dead, eyeing Yuji up and down, his softness no longer around.
Something clicked inside your head as if a lightbulb had just went off.
Was he jealous?
"If this is about Yuji... he was just helping." You fully turn to look at him, taking a slow step towards him.
Although his collar was eye, you could see his face muscles tense as he clenches his jaw.
He, too, took step closer -- close enough that you could feel the shift in the air.
His hand reached towards you, tentatively. His fingers grazed the side of you that curved before cupping your waist.
You felt your breath catch in your throat, your heart erupting in flutters. His grip wasn't painful, just firm. In a way to show something. To claim attention.
His eyes were intense, his lashes were long, white, glimmered in the light above you both. But he wasn't angry at you. He was more angry with himself.
He released you almost immediately, like he had just realised what he had done.
"...bonito flakes." he muttered, shoving his hands to his sides.
"That doesn't explain anything."
He ran a hand through his white strands, letting out a huff of almost frustration.
His other hand pointed at your waist then he mimicked someone pulling.
You could feel your cheeks start to grow warm as it finally hit you.
After so fucking long, you dumb shit. (sorry)
"You're jealous of Yuji?"
Silence followed your question before he actually answered.
"Salmon."
You felt your chest tighten, a wash of guilt drowning you.
"Toge." You say softly, taking the smallest step closer to him. "He grabbed me because a curse almost crushed me."
He nodded in response. because of course he knew that. But that wasn't the point.
He stepped closer, almost closing the gap between you two. His hand hovered over your waist, not touching this time. He was hesitant as if asking for approval without words.
"Are you trying to prove something?" You whispered, looking up at him. His fingers brushed your side, before cupping it once again.
His touch was like, tentative. Not ownership. Just reassurance. That you were his. And there was no competition. Just closeness.
"...Tuna." He answered quietly, his eyes looking all over your face.
You let out an exhale, one hand landing on his arm,. You could feel his muscles tense under your touch, his bicep slightly growing big,
"You don't have to compete," you looked into his blue, dull eyes. "I don't look at him the way I look at you."
He could feel his heart thumping loudly against his ribcage. He was afraid you could hear it too with how loud the silence was.
"I was waiting for you to say something." You add on, slowly moving your hand up his arm, to his shoulder.
His throat moved as he swallowed. His free hand reached up, slowly, tugging his collar down slightly.
Instinctively, your other hand came up, pulling down the zip to see his curse markings. He looked beautiful with them-- as if he was a goddess.
"You're terrible at hiding your feelings." you murmured, glancing down at his rose coloured lips.
He huffed faintly then unexpectedly leant down, resting his forehead against yours. His way of telling you he does like you.
His breath danced against your mouth and neck, warmly.
His hand found your free one, interlacing them, not in a possessive way. Just in a choosing way.
"...Salmon." He whispered.
This was too close to just be a friendship.
You could feel his breath ghost over your lips, how his fingers stayed ground to you, as if telling you, he was yours.
You smiled faintly at the ingredient, looking up at him but not removing your forehead.
"You're going to have to expand your vocabulary eventually."
He let out another quiet huff under his breath, his eyes dragging down to your lips.
"You don't have to get jealous." You say quietly, adding on, "Im not going anywhere."
His jaw tightened slightly at that, like the idea of you going anywhere without him unsettled something deeper than he wanted to admit.
Slowly, he lifted his thumb caressed your waist, moving up and down.
Then, he leaned in, stopping just short of your lips. It was close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. Close for you to just move an inch and you would push out the distance.
You could tell he wanted to say something by the way his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly. The way his eyes stayed on your lips with that calculated look he has.
Then softly, he said it. "...Dont."
You felt your pulse stutter as you heard his voice for real. Now he wasn't saying ingredients.
"Don't what?" You lowered your voice, your hand tugging onto his shoulder.
His hand that was still holding yours, his thumb brushed over your knuckles.
"Don't.. let him touch you like that." His voice was so quiet, it was as if he was scared that even a normal sentence would come out as a command.
You let out a low sigh of relief, feeling the need to just close the gap. "Toge. Yo could've just told me." You say gently.
His eyes found yours once again, he almost looked frustrated with himself. Like words were too slow for what he felt.
He closed the distance, gently brushing his lips against yours before colliding it. It was careful -- as if he was testing you, afraid that you might pull away.
But when you kissed back, he felt his shoulders grow lighter, the stomach in his knot unwinds.
His lips felt soft and almost warm - the way they fitted your mouth almost made your knees buckle.
The hand on his shoulder went to his neck, fingers snaking into his hair. As you did so, you felt his hesitation melt.
His hand at your waist drew you closer, but it wasn't forceful. It was as if he was done pretending.
The kiss deepened slightly, still soft, still controlled but full of everything he hadn't been able to say.
Jealousy. Relief. Yearn.
When you both finally pull away, your foreheads find each other again. Both of you finding yourselves breathing a little heavier.
His thumb brushed your side absentmindedly, like he was reassuring himself you were actually there.
"You feel better?" You asked quietly, gently stroking his neck with your thumb.
He gave the smallest nod then, "...Salmon."
You gave him a smile in reply, tilting your head so now your lips were just brushing against his.
"Good. Because next time, just tell me you're jealous."
He tilted his head to the side slightly, leaning in to kiss you once again.
This time, it was warmer, you could feel he was becoming less hesitant.
He also felt the relief wash over him as he was able to say a sentence without consequences. His heart fluttered, his fingers curling against your waist.
Now he knew, you weren't going anywhere without him.
Why the fuck did they have to nerf Inumaki with this fuckass curse he's so cute bro
im bad at writing fluff so idk if this is any good.
Top ranked. Verified account. Thousands of viewers per stream. His chat moves so fast, it's unreadable most nights.
His whole brand?
Brutally honest. Aggressive gameplay. Zero mercy.
He doesn't just win - he dominates.
Tonight's stream was normal.
Controller in hand, his headset on, the camera angled just above, where you could see everything about him.
The curve of his biceps, the way his shirt clung to his skin.
He loads into a new game with a level 2 player.
"Watch this," he mutters to the chat without looking up. "I'm about to end this in under three minutes."
Not even 30 seconds later does Bakugou snipe the guy 100 yards away. He leans back into his chair, the chair groaning under his weight. The chat goes absolutely crazy.
𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂
𝙂𝙊𝘼𝙏 𝙁𝙍
𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙏𝙄𝙀
"Next." He calls lazily, spawning into a new match.
Opponent: 𝗥𝗿𝗿𝘀𝗸𝗿𝗿𝗿
Bakugou blinks at the screen, straightening up slightly. "Who?"
The map fully loads and on the other side of the screen, you sat with one leg up, chin resting on your knee as you held the pink console.
A small smirk crept on your lips as you glance over at your second monitor, where Bakugou sat, not aware that his opponent had been watching this entire time.
"Finally." You whisper to yourself, lifting your chin off your knee and positioning your thumbs over the joysticks.
You had been watching Bakugou for weeks, lurking in the shadows as you watched him play.
He was getting wins too easily, cleaning each opponent within seconds. So, you had to see for yourself if he was really as good as he looked.
After a while of waiting, you had finally gotten paired with him. Ad you werent about to waste a second of it.
Once the map finished loading, Bakugou immediately runs away to find a spot to kill you.
But you knew better. After watching him play for so long, you knew his strategies which were a bit unfair.
Your character slid under a pole and jumped before ducking as a shot flew past your head. You heard his breath hitch ever so quietly.
You turned around, sniping him square in the rest. Your eyes lingered to your second monitor to his chat where it was going berserk.
𝙉𝙊 𝙒𝘼𝙔
𝙒𝙏𝙁
𝙒𝙃𝙊 𝙄𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏?
Bakugou let out a 'tch' without looking at his chat. "that was luck."
"Sure it was." You remarked to yourself as you both respawned in different places.
Your character was crouching at the top of a building, the sky a pale blue filled with misty clouds.
Through your headphones, you could hear the faint footsteps approaching on your left side, just where the staircase to the rooftop was located.
Your index finger found the LT button and held it down, your viewpoint going from third person to the eyepiece of the sniper.
You spotted the tiniest movement going up the stairs and you immediately pressed RT.
𝗦𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲: 2-0
You dropped the controller into your lap, leaning forward to use your keyboard. The chat opened up, the small box turning white.
𝗥𝗿𝗿𝗿𝘀𝗸𝗿𝗿𝗿: 𝘂 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝘁𝗼𝗼?
His eyes darted to the chat. His jaw clenched as his eyes skimmed over the words repeatedly times before glancing up at the camera.
𝑳𝑴𝑭𝑨𝑶𝑶𝑶𝑶𝑶
𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑺 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮
𝑬𝑴𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑮𝑮
Bakugou kissed his teeth before leaning back in his seat, adjusting, his hand grabbing the mic to move it closer. "you typing or playing?"
The corner of your lip tugged upwards, your tongue rolling against the inside of your cheek before you made a popping noise.
You both respawn yet again. You take a second to adjust yourself in your seat before setting off into a nearby building. You entered a room, accidentally cornering Bakugou.
RT.
𝗦𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲: 3-0
You opened the chat again, your fingers hitting the keys.
𝗥𝗿𝗿𝘀𝗸𝗿𝗿𝗿: 𝗼𝗺𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁
𝗥𝗿𝗿𝘀𝗸𝗿𝗿𝗿: 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘂 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗻
A bead of sweat had in fact grown on Bakugou's forehead, trickling down his cold skin.
The muscles in his jaw tense, he leans forward, his grip on his console tightening.
"I'm not sweating."
𝑾𝑨𝑰𝑻 𝑯𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑪𝑪 𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮
𝑵𝑨𝑯𝑯𝑯𝑯𝑯
𝑵𝑶 𝑾𝑨𝒀
But he ignores the chat as he was too focused on trying to kill his opponent who was too good for him.
The characters respawn and Bakugou doesn't move until you had.
He lunged at you out of nowhere, firing a shot too close to your arm. You ducked, shooting at him but the bullet missed him.
He fires another shot at you, you side stepped just in time, firing a shot right at his leg.
His character slumps dramatically onto the floor, the screen flashing bright blue '𝑽𝑰𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀' for you.
While his screen flashed red in the word '𝑫𝑬𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑻'
The corner of his eye twitched, chest heaving while his chat went crazy.
𝙒𝙊𝘼𝙃𝙃𝙃
𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙎𝙏 𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙎???
𝙒𝙏𝙁 𝙉𝙊 𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝘼 𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇
𝙎𝙃𝙀𝙎 𝘼 𝘽𝘼𝘿𝘿𝙄𝙀
He ignored the chat. He wasn't going to give up just yet. Bakugou doesn't take a loss just like that. That is what you have learnt from his past streams.
You leaned back in your chair, console in your lap as you eyed Bakugou down, watching his every movement.
He ripped his headset off halfway, looking at the camera. "𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌.”
He sends a match request, staring intently at it while glancing at the chat. You slowly accepted it, just to build the tension.
The map is randomized then loads into an abandoned city.
Once it fully loads, bakugou is already moving, hammering onto the buttons while you walked into a building.
Coincidentally, bakugou found you and had you cornered but you ran for the window, the glass shattering beneath you as you rolled onto the concrete. Mid roll, you crouched, positioning your rifle to the window and sniping him in the shoulder.
He sucked in the air sharply, his forearms flexing, the veins popping out.
You grabbed your keyboard, hitting the pink keys.
Rrrskrrr: is this the part where u hit ur desk
And just as you clicked sent, Bakugou slams his controller into his lap, slapping his hands over his face.
The chat went absolutely crazy.
NAH SHE CALLED IT
SHES A BADDIE
SHE OWNS HIM
He doesn't even glance over at the chat- out of the corner of his eye, he could see them going feral.
The next round begins, your character spawns into a bedroom which gave you only one exit which was through a window.
She jumped out, clinging onto a pipe, sliding down and swinging into another room. She runs through the hallway just to be shot in the head.
Rrrskrrr: ok pop off king.
Rrrskrrr: that was almost impressive.
You leant back into your seat, kicking your feet off the ground and tucking them beneath you.
It was easy to get under the skin of guys like Bakugou.
The next 2 rounds go on and you had won both of them. The game reloaded you both into your own lobbies.
Bakugou swam in his own loss with the chat egging his ego. He had lost on stream. To the same person. To make matters worse, he had lost to a girl. Who was ranked beneath him.
I LOVE HER
WHO IS SHE
ADD HER
He let out a deep exhale, his hand finding the camera while his eyes glow red. "streams over." and just like that, the screen turns from him to the homepage of twitch.
A smirk danced on your lips as you were almost amused by the control you had over him.
Bakugou doesn't leave the game just yet. Not when he couldnt face the fact that he had lost numerous times to one person.
So, he went through his history of matches, eyes skimming over the names until he found the name.
You last played with Rrrskrrr 5 minutes ago!
He hovers the cursor over your name before clicking X to send a friend request.
The small ping of a notification rang in your room. You glanced up from your phone to see the words BlitzKats01 has sent you a friend request! sprawled in the bottom left corner.
With one hand, you used your console to press accept, finding the chat box and typing in it.
Rrrskrrr: Why did u leave so soon?
Rrrskrrr: I was just warming up
He was typing almost immediately after you sent the first text.
Blitzkats01: u were watching my stream, weren't u
Rrrrskrrr: maybe I was
Rrrrskrrr: or maybe I js like to watch u get mad
BlitzKats01: u think ur funny?
Rrrskrrr: very
BlitzKats01: u play like that on pyrpose
Rrrskrrr: yeah
Rrrskrrr: u rush when ur ego gets touched
Rrrskrrr: ur predictable.
Behind the screen, Bakugou was clenching his jaw, teeth gritting, cracking his knuckles.
It's not like you were being dramatic about the whole thing. More like factual.
He leans back into his chair, arms stretched out as he continued to type.
BlitzKats01: run another match.
Rrrskrrr: off stream, hm?
BlitzKats01: what, u scared?
Rrrskrrr: hah, sure
You paused mid way as you typed out half the thing you wanted to say.
Rrrskrrr: but I'm only running it back if I get smth in return.
Bakugou raised an eyebrow slightly, breath hitching as his patience runs thin. His fingers slam onto the keys, eyes glued to the screen.
BlitzKats01: wth do u want now?
You smirked as you slowly typed it out.
Rrrskrrr: if I win, you send an ab pic
Bakugou froze for a good 5 seconds, his eyes darting from each word. The impatient that vibrated in him with rage slowly dissolved into confusion.
BlitzKats01: what?
Rrrskrrr: I wanna see if ur actually built like u act
He sucks in some air, frowning at the words. Why the hell was some random girl beating his ass for an ab pic?
But he wasn't backing out just yet.
BlitzKats01: and if I win?
Rrrskrrr: won't happen but what do u want?
Bakugou hesitates for a second. He didn't even know your name. Nor what you looked like. For all he knows, you could be a 60 year old horny man impersonating a young girl.
Worth the risk, he told himself.
BlitzKats01: I wanna see that pretty little face that keeps fucking around with me.
Your cheeks rose upwards as your lips formed into a snicker. You truly had pissed off the king and it was hilarious.
Rrrskrrr: deal.
He starts a new match. You readjusted yourself in your seat, putting both feet onto the ground.
The maps loads and you both are already off. He shoots at you but you dodge, diving under a truck and standing up to jump, shooting him from over the truck.
Even though you could no longer see or hear him, you could hear him groan from frustration.
You won the first round which meant only 3 more to win.
Your character respawns in an abandoned hospital, Bakugou just outside it.
You hadn't seen him yet as you were distracted by a notification that had popped on your phone. You quickly glanced at it, moving your character at the same time but ended up with a bullet through your head.
Score: 1-1
The air pierced through your nose as you respawned. Its not that you didn't want him to see your face; you just couldnt lose the dominance you had over him.
Rrrskrrr: make sure the lighting is good so I won't be disappointed.
Bakugou glanced at the chat but was caught off guard and immediately ended up dead on the floor.
Rrrskrrr: and don't let urself get distracted. I wouldn't blame u if u were thinking abt my pretty face.
Bakugou let out a small 'tch' as he missed his next shot.
You won once again, sniping his shoulder from the side. Now all you had to do was win or else it would be a draw. And you wasn't bothered to play another match against this guy.
He was proper focused now and you could tell. He missed you by centimetres and you had missed him by inches. Both of you were neck to neck.
Until-
Rrrskrrr: Send it pretty boy
The red banner flashed in front of bakugou, screaming defeat.
He rips his headset off as you both reloaded back to lobby. He throws the headset onto his bed, grabbing his keyboard and typing away.
BlitzKats01: u planned that
Rrrskrrr: obv
BlitzKats01: u hustle every streamer u watch?
Rrrskrrr: nah
Rrrskrrr: only u
BlitzKats01: why me
Rrrskrrr: cuz u get mad in a fun way
He huffs out a quiet chuckle, rereading the messages.
BlitzKats01: ur trouble
Rrrskrrr: picture
BlitzKats01: what's the insta?
Rrrskrrr: ladies first
Rrrskrrr: im messing w u
Rrrskrrr: its mang0es_83
BlitzKats01: do u like mangoes
Rrrskrrr: no I hate them
He suppressed a small smile, grabbing his phone and typing the name into instagram, finding your profile and following you. You followed him immediately before sitting in silence.
He didn't type in the chat, or on instagram. You sat on his profile, going through some of his posts. They were all mostly in the gym or at his old school.
The small vibration of your phone went off on your thighs, the notification of instagram coming through.
Katsuki sent you a photo
(lets ignore how blurry that is)
Bakugou leaned back in his chair, heart racing as he thinks about it.
Were you as pretty as you were acting?
You had screenshotted the picture and stared at it for a while.
His abs glimmered perfectly in the lighting, the faint light of sweat gleaming off them. His muscles were tensed, arms flexed as well.
You found yourself biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling. and now, you couldnt wait until tomorrow. You lowkey wanted to lose but if you won, what else could you get?
The next day came around pretty fast. You were an EMT trainee but had a day off due to an emergency. So you had spent your time going shopping for food and clothes and hanging out with some friends.
You lounged in your seat, Bakugou's stream on your second monitor as usual. Every now and then, your eyes flickered from your phone to him.
He seemed distracted today. His eyes kept finding the camera before being glued to the screen.
The click strikes 10:15pm. He moves his hand towards the camera.
"Maintenance," his eyes glow a dangerous red before he adds on "go touch grass."
The screen goes blank, returning you to the homepage of twitch.
You frowned slightly at the sudden disappearance as his usual call off time was 11pm.
Your character stood in the lobby, shootings taking place in the background.
Then, a small invitation popped up in the corner.
BlitzKats01 has requested for you to join his lobby!
A small smirk crept onto your lips. You put your phone down on your desk, leaning to grab your console and pressing A to accept.
Rrrskrrr: ready to lose again?
BlitzKats01: watch it.
BlitzKats01: I aint loosing.
Rrrskrrr: whatever u say pretty boy
BlitzKats01: shut up
He started a fresh new match, the screen when white before slowly loading into the game.
You leaned back into your chair, hitting your signature pose with one leg perched on the chair.
Did you feel like losing?
Once the map loaded, Bakugou straightened in his seat, leaning forward as he moved his character.
The map was of an abandoned neighbourhood and you had spawned in the middle of it.
Your character ran into the nearest home just as a bullet flew into the wall.
You quickly moved to shut the door, crouching beneath the window. You clicked LB to peek above the wall, looking out into the depths of the neighbourhood.
In your headphones, you heard footsteps slowly approaching you from the right but before you could move, blood splattered your screen, the words 'you died! better luck next time, eh?' displayed in bold red letters.
"fuck." you mumbled under your breath.
You couldnt afford to lose to him just yet.
The next round happened and you won effortlessly.
By round 4, both of you had tied. You got sent back to the lobby and Bakugou immediately texted in the chat box.
BlitzKats01: u have got to be kidding me
BlitzKats01: that doesn't count
Rrrskrrr: it does, bud
BlitzKats01: so?
Rrrskrrr: so, no one wins.
BlitzKats01: so now what
Rrrskrrr: well I don't owe u a face reveal
BlitzKats01: and I don't owe u wtb dumb thing u were planning
Neither of you sent another message after that. 3 minutes had passed of absolute silence. You thought, if he wasn't going to do anything, you would make things fun.
Rrrskrrr: hop on call
Rrrskrrr: ik ur dying to see me
BlitzKats01: wth no I'm not
Rrrskrrr: shush
You requested to call him and surprisingly he accepted.
"Why did you want to call?" his voice husked through the mic, catching every vibration. He turned his camera on and leaned back, showing that he was wearing a white vest with black joggers.
"Cause I'm nice so I'll give you want you asked for." you said, leaning to turn your camera on.
With a click, your camera flashes white before accustoming to the room.
You sat in your chair wearing a black square neck top that shaped your breasts perfectly, with a necklace that read your name and grey sweatpants. Your hair fell on the sides, silky and shining against the lamp you had next to your monitors.
From the camera, you looked at your second monitor to see Bakugou staring at the screen, mouth barely agape.
"like what you see, pretty boy?" you grinned, folding your legs on the seat and hugging your knees to purposefully push your boobs closer.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, mangoes." he hissed, the muscles in his jaw tightening.
"name is y/n." you say, tilting your head at the camera.
If he was going to be honest, he had half expected you to be a bit ugly. But now that you were on screen, he was glad he had expected it because nothing could hold back the bulge slowly growing in his boxers.
"so that's the face that keeps biting my neck off." he said rather smugly. His hands go to the back of his neck, his biceps growing visibly bigger, the veins popping out.
His eyes snap to you who had been staring at the screen with such pry. "you thought I was gonna be ugly?"
"nah... well a bit. But damn."
"woah, pretty boy, you aint getting all this for free, y'know?" you put your legs back down, leaning forward to grab your console.
"What?" he grunted, snapping out of his state of awe. "That's not fair."
"I think it is."
"relax. You don't even know act I'm about to say."
You turned the position of the camera so that it was above your second monitor where you could see and look up at him properly.
He follows your movements then leans back.
"What do you want then?"
"we both plat against each other. But only this time, the person who looses the round has to take off a piece of clothing."
You watch him shift in his seat, his eyes darting between the camera and you.
"and what does the winner get?"
"The winner has to tell the loser what they want them to do."
Bakugou thought deeply about this. He had literally just met you yesterday and learnt your name and what you looked like a few minutes ago.
But if he was going to be honest, he wanted more to come out of you.
The corner of his mouth tugs upwards, a hand running through the back of his hair.
"lets play then, mangoes."
He sets up another match and you both load in.
First round flashed in blue before dissolving; your character stood on the top of a building that was in the middle of a city.
She immediately crouched, heading towards the fence and leaning down. She positioned her gun, peeping through the eyepiece of the sniper, looking through the streets.
The smallest movement caught your eye and you immediately shot it.
Score: 1-0
You heard Bakugou cuss under his breath. You turned to your second monitor, eyeing him down. "go on pretty boy. Show me what's underneath."
"Fuck sake." he groaned, his fingers travelling to the bottom of his vest. He pulls it effortlessly off him, throwing it onto the floor.
His abs were perfectly shaped, some sweat glistened on it while his chest heaved slowly, his skin looked soft and delicate. It looked even more perfect than it did in your camera roll.
"you gonna keep staring or what?" he barked, re-adjusting himself in his seat.
"You stared first. Plus, I'm just enjoying the view."
He let out a small 'tch' in response, hoping you wouldn't see his ears turn a light shade of pink.
He hastily moves his thumbs on the joystick as you both respawn.
You rounded a corner, sliding underneath a half open garage door just to be shot in the head.
Blood splattered the screen as you let out a low sigh.
"come on, mangoes. You were talking all big earlier. Where did all that go, huh?" he cocked an eyebrow, smirking at you.
"Watch yourself. You dent wanna lose again, right?" you say, reaching for the hem of your shirt and tucking it off.
You threw the top onto your bed. You wore a black laced bra that cupped and lifted your boobs.
Bakugou being the man he is tried not to stare for too long. And you caught him doing it.
"its okay to stare. I know this is your first time seeing them." you teased, watching his ears grow a brighter pink shade.
You could tell you had set off the alarm but he wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of it.
Because all he wanted to do was win the next to rounds just to see you squirm under his control.
The next round begun and you both were head in the game. You dodged his shots while he backfired yours.
Until-
"fuck!" you shouted, throwing your console into your lap as your screen covered in patches of deep crimson.
"Cmon now, where did all that big talk go?" his eyes flickered to you. You groaned, sliding your hands from your thighs to the waistband of your sweatpants.
Slowly, you slid them off, letting them drop to the floor. Bakugou watched with intent, subconsciously tightening his jaw and spreading his legs out in hope to hide his big, noticeable bulge forming through the joggers.
"fuck..." he mumbled, but you hadn't heard him. You sat back in your seat, crossing your legs, hoping he didn't see the wet patch that had appeared on your panties.
"Don't lose your mind just yet." you say, grabbing your controller and moving your character to hop over a fence.
Bakugou snapped back to his screen, putting his complete focus to win.
He slid under a truck and ran into a nearby building. He slowly crept through the halls, waiting for you to come out and face your defeat.
You smashed through the window, rolling onto the floor. He pointed his gun at you, pressing RT but he had forgotten to click Y to reload.
"FUCK." he yelled, clicking Y but it was too late.
You shot a bullet through his skull. The screen popping with the word 'DRAW'.
You let out a breath of relief while Bakugou sunk in his chair, hands clapping over his face.
Both loaded back into the lobby, Bakugou shirtless and frustrated while you were bare and cold.
Neither of you had moved. His chest moved faster, your legs grew closer.
After a few minutes of silence, you spoke. "how about a rematch. But whoever loses this time, loses every piece of clothing. And is the loser."
He didn't say anything for a few seconds. Then, his hands ran down his face, finding his controller. "Bet."
The lobby was replaced by the loading screen. You sat with your legs pressed against each other, huddled in your seat while Bakugou sat in his boxers, leaning back with a visible bulge.
As soon as the map loaded, you moved your character which he followed.
She slid under trucks and cars, hopped over broken walls while Bakugou hid behind them.
Neither of you had seen each other yet. The background music grew quieter, the sound of shoes hitting the concrete echoed through your headphones.
You could feel yourself growing nearer to him. But where was he?
You slowly walked up the stairs of an abandoned office, aiming your gun around.
But he was nowhere to be found.
Meanwhile Bakugou was sweating his balls off in the corner of a warehouse that was located on the opposite side of the map.
This guy was stressing over the footsteps of mice.
After another 5 minutes of searching, you hear the sound of a gunshot. You accidentally crouched but fortunately for you, that had saved you.
"FUCK!" Bakugou yelled, pushing himself away from his desk, his character sprinting into a nearby building.
Your character spun around, aiming for the back of his head but the bullet missed.
You cussed under your breath, hiding behind. wall as a shot blew past your leg.
Then he was gone again.
"come out, pretty boy." you glanced over at the second monitor to see he had turned his camera off.
"Why did you turn the cam off? Now I can't see that face get mad." you pout. The second you had said that, something rustled behind you.
You spun your character round, aiming it at everything but nothing was there.
Your instinct told you to turn around and shoot. So you followed it.
BOOM.
The screen flashed blue, the word VICTORY sprawled in the middle, blurring the background.
You heard the slam of a controller hitting off a table then the push of a keyboard.
"fuck, no, rematch-" he rambled, turning his camera on, sweat gleaming off his skin.
"too late. I won." you smirked, watching him throw a tantrum.
As he continued to push things off his desk and nearly break his monitors, you called out.
"You done?" You leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, head resting at the palm of your hand, elbow propped on arm rest.
He crashed into his seat, hands finding his face again as he let out a growl.
"Fuck sake." He grumbled, hands sliding down and onto his shoulders.
"Come on, you weren't so hesitant when I suggested it." You said smugly, smirking at the camera. His eyes found you, his neck growing red.
"Yeah, well- ugh, fuck, fine!" he shouted, hands sliding down to the waistband of his boxers.
Tentatively, he slid the boxers down, letting them fall off his ankles. He leaned back, his cock standing up.
It was long, looked about 6.8 inches, thick, bright pink tip as veins pulsed through it. It was hard as fuck and looked like it was begging to be tucked.
You felt something tingle just between your legs. Instinctively, you bit your bottom lip to stop a small moan from escaping.
Just looking at him turned you on. You wanted to feel him. To know how he felt inside you.
For a long time, you had always thought about it. You watched as his fingers moved on the xbox controller, imagining those fingers pacing inside you. You watched as he bad mouthed people, hoping one day, he was talk down on you too.
"Now what?" he hissed quietly, not exactly knowing what to do.
"Hm. Let me think." you answer, head still in palm.
"Have you ever touched yourself, Bakugou?" You asked, picking your head up while both arms rested on each of the arm rests.
His breath hitched sharply as he chokes on his answer. "What the- why would you ask me that?"
"Lets play a game, hm?"
"Another game, what is-" He started, but you cut him off.
"Im gonna ask you a few questions. If you get it wrong, you have to stroke yourself. If you get more wrong, you have to go faster. If you get one right, well, I'll take my bra and thong off and touch myself too."
Bakugou stared at you as if you had lost your mind. But he didn't say he would NOT play.
"Okay, let's start. Let's start with something easy. When's my birthday?"
"How the fuck am I meant to know that?!" he exclaimed, his cock clearly growing harder.
"That's a shame, isn't it? Well, get to it." You say, uncrossing your legs.
His nose twitches, he leans his hand down to grab the end of his shaft, slowly moving it upwards. He let out a low grunt as he slowly stroked himself.
"Good. Now, next question. What's my name?"
"Y/n." He growled, inhaling air through his teeth.
"Correct." Your hands move to the back, unclipping your bra in one swift movement, letting it fall from your shoulders. You picked it, rolling it off and dropping it onto the floor.
Your tits fell slightly, perfectly round and big. He stared at the screen, feeling himself increase his pace without realising.
"nuh uh, i haven't asked a question." You pointed out. He blinks, slowly going back to his slow pace, his cheeks growing pink.
"Next question. Hm. When did I first join twitch?"
"What- how am I meant to know??" he almost barked, feeling himself grow inside.
"It's on my profile if you bothered to check. Now you can go a bit faster."
"Fuck." He murmured, gradually going faster. He bit his bottom lip to bite back a whimper that almost slid out.
"Next question. Am I pretty?" You smirked, leaning forward, pushing making your boobs cover up most of the camera.
"Fuck- yes. Yes you are." He said, now he was panting.
"Correct." Your fingers found the loop of your thong. You dragged it down your thighs, letting it fall to your ankles, contacting the floor.
Your other hand found your breast. Slowly, you kneaded it while looking at him. You both maintained eye contact, him stroking himself while you fondled with yourself.
"Next question. What's my favourite song?"
"Fuck-- I don't know--"
"Wrong answer."
Without you needing to tell him, he stroked faster. He felt himself grow close to his breakpoint. But you weren't done just yet.
"I'll let you have something just because I feel nice." You lifted your legs, feet resting on the edge of the desk, one hand going down to your clit, your index and middle finger slowly rubbing the nib of your clit. The coldness of your fingers feel delicious against you. You quickened your pace, biting back moans.
"Next question-- what's my favourite fruit?"
"Fuck, mangoes??"
"No." You moaned, leaning your head back as you watched him lose his mind.
"I don't care anymore-- you look so good like this-- shit--"
You both were so lost, you had forgotten the sole purpose of the whole thing.
You whined, rubbing faster while fingering yourself while Bakugou stroked himself faster.
"Im close. And you better-- fucking be too--" He groaned, his tip growing pinker as pre cum leaked out, glistening his length.
"Im close too--" You whimpered, your fingers digging into you, hitting the sponge.
The next second, both rooms filled with your moans and Bakugous growls.
White, sticky substance squirted out of your clit, trailing onto your fingers. Bakugous stomach was covered as well as his thighs.
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