Just Joshing

Summary: SnowLeopard!Gojo and Cobra!Geto are both in heat/brumation respectively, and you’re lucky if they ever let you, their precious little mate, out of their nest. 

TW: NSFW

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The thick smell of sex hits you the second you open the door to their apartment.

You’d snuck out of their penthouse early that morning, slipping Suguru’s coils onto one of your sweatshirts to latch onto instead of you. 

In all honesty…you weren’t quite ready to face the music quite yet. The two boys had warned you in the weeks prior about this phenomenon. Apparently, every year there is at least one week in which Satoru’s heat and Suguru’s pre-brumation align. That week, they quite literally never leave the nest, too intertwined with one another, and much too possessive to see other students interacting with their mates. 

While they had essentially ordered you to remain in the nest with them, you couldn’t afford to miss a week of class like they could. Of course, your university had no qualms allowing its two biggest stars to miss a few days. You on the other hand…But now you were here, and you’re sure your new ‘mates’ (still getting used to that) aren’t exactly thrilled that you snuck out this morning. 

As you creep forward, quietly setting your bag down on the counter, you try to regulate your breathing a bit. The apartment is a mess. Clothing and blankets thrown about. A smashed glass on the countertop. The curtains in the living room ripped to shreds, clearly Gojo’s work. 

You push the door to your nest open, revealing a wild tangle of limbs as Satoru pounds down into his raven-haired mate. Your hands instinctually come up to cover your eyes, despite the sight being a semi-regular occurrence. However, maybe this is a blessing in disguise…maybe you can slip out unnoticed— 

“Darling…” Suguru hisses after catching your eye, making Satoru freeze while still inside of him, “you’ve been very very naughty today.” 

Satoru turns to, his blue eyes blazing as he looks over his shoulder, claws and canines fully extended. Suguru reaches up to pet his clearly distressed mate, pressing forward so that he could whisper into his fluffy white ear: “Don’t worry, mate, she’s here now.” 

Your white-haired mate practically purrs at the comfort before resuming his driving into Suguru, pheromones and the sound of skin slapping skin fill the room. 

“I’ll, uh, I’ll come back l-later,” you manage to stutter out. When you turn to leave, however, Suguru’s thick tail wraps around your waist and tugs you into the mess of furs they’re resting on. 

“None of that, darling.” Before you can even form a thought, his hands are coming up to remove your shorts, while Satoru much less skillfully rips open your shirt and bra. “Yo-you owe us a day,” your raven-haired mate grunts out. “Do you have any idea how much this one has been begging for you?” 

As if to prove his point, Satoru licks a long strip along your neck, paying special attention to your mark and making you moan out. In your moment of distraction, Suguru moves to position you above him, sitting your pussy right on his face. 

“Mmmm sit on me, darling. I need something to distract me from this brute.” He pulls you down by your hips, so that his lips come to rest on your folds. Then he begins. 

Suguru has always been disgustingly good at eating you out, but his pre-brumation heat has made him even more desperate for your release. His long, forked tongue massages your inside, while his nose nudges against your clit. It takes only a few minutes before you’re grinding on his face. 

The sight down below you is sinful. Watching your white-haired mate rock back and forth into the one eating you out. Pulling out so that you catch a glimpse of the tip of his pretty pink cock, and so that a little cum can dribble out of Suguru’s hole, until he drives back in. agina Suguru’s pierced dick rubs against your stomach, and you instinctually go to grab it—just a few short jerks is enough to have him squirting on your face out of overstimulation. 

Satoru pulls you up, his right hand holding you by your chin while his left tweaks your nipples into hard nubs. “Lef’ me here in my heat,” he whines, baring his fangs. 

“Mmm…m’sorry, ‘Toru,” you say, as composed as you can be with Suguru working into you with two long fingers and his tongue piercing teasing your clit. 

“Gonna fuck you for days,” he growls, “fill you with my cubs.” 

You’re too fucked out to respond. “Can’t get Sugu pregnant,” he huffs, “Tried," he continues, looking down at his mate's abused hole. You can practically feel Suguru rolling his eyes beneath you, but he doesn’t come up for air with a retort. 

Satoru’s lips come crashing down onto yours when his hip thrusts begin becoming more erratic, as he fucks Suguru through his finish. “F-fuck, fuck you’re so tight Sugu,” he whines, purring as he empties his balls into the former. 

Suguru rolls his piercing around your clit, before giving you the relief you were looking for. You come all over his face with a scream, then collapsing onto his torso. 

After a few minutes of rest, you feel Suguru’s tail rearranging you again, so that you're resting with your back against his chest. “Be gentle,” he calls out to his mate, “she’s never taken a knot before.” That sure knocks you out of your brain fog, as you squirm to move off of Suguru’s chest in fear—but Satoru’s hands come down onto your thighs in an iron grip, as he spreads you wide for his greedy blue eyes. 

He leans down to place kisses on your folds, before sinking his canines into the meat of your thighs. Suguru swallows down your scream. “Gonna fill you,” Satoru hums mostly to himself, “never gonna leave our nest again.” He’s lining up with your hole, “gonna give me s'many cubs…” And then he thrusts in. 

Over the past few months you’ve gotten accustomed to the two of them, and you let yourself get lost in the pleasure of Gojo inside of you and Geto playing with your tits and clit from above. What you weren’t prepared for, however, was the knot. 

Round after round, Satoru showed no sign of stopping, and then he was stuck inside of you for hours. Well after you had fallen asleep, both of you were comfortably wrapped in Sugur’s coils. “Feeling better now, my mate?” Suguru asks, pressing a kiss to Satoru’s forehead. 

“Mmmm…” Satoru mumbles, finally satiated. “D’ya think she knows you’re gonna keep her in here for a month during your brumation?

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Masterlist

Part One

Previous Part

Summary: Yandere!Shiratorizawa x Reader - Haikyuu AU  AN: All characters are aged up. Haikyuu Team x Reader inspiration from @seijorhi (go check them out) 

You don’t even notice them closing in…

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The sound of your sneakers echoing off the pavement bleeds into the music pounding out from your headphones, the bass reverberating through your body. Your early morning runs have become a ritual. Wake up at five. Run laps around the University until you feel like you’re gonna puke. Rinse. Wash. Repeat. 

You lead a stressful life, as a scholarship student attending the prestigious Shiratorizawa University. Your most recent problem? Finding a work study. In order to cover a portion of your tuition, you have to work at least twenty hours a week at a campus job. You thought it would be easy to secure a position at the library or something, but so far you haven’t even gotten an interview. I thought students at this school were supposed to be rich. 

Letting your frustration out you pick up the pace and lose yourself in the run. When you finally stop, you refill and empty your lungs with deep inhales and exhales of air, hunching over and taking a swig of your water. When you finally recover enough to look back up, you find your surroundings unfamiliar. Shit! I’m. Lost. 

Looking around you stumble aimlessly, trying to recognize the street names above you while your head pounds from exhaustion. You decide to just pick a direction and hope for the best, shaking your head to clear it a bit. 

You’ve barely taken off when you run into what feels like a brick wall. You land flat on your ass, looking up to see the largest man you’ve ever seen towering above you. 

“Sorry, you came out of nowhere,” he announces, his voice completely even, stoic. Rubbing your forehead you see that he's stretching a hand down towards you. Grabbing it, his palm envelopes your own and he tugs you back up to your feet with ease. 

“Thanks,” you smile up at him sheepishly, “hope I didn’t hurt your back.” 

While you clearly meant it as a joke, he just looks at you with an eyebrow raised. “I am fine,” he responds, making you laugh nervously. 

His unwavering stare makes you quickly break eye contact. Your eyes trail down to his outfit, taking note of the running shorts, sneakers, and—Oh! 

“You go to Shiratorizawa?” 

He nods. “Yes.” 

“Can I, uh, maybe jog with you?” 

The brown-haired guy tilts his head to the side. “Why?” 

You fidget nervously with your dry-fit shirt. “I’m a student there too, but, um, I’m a little lost. I don’t usually run this way.” 

The stranger only shrugs. “Sure. However, I have two miles left before I turn back.” 

You weigh your options. Run more with this scary guy or….wander around until you recognize the street I guess. That’s a tough one. “That’s alright. As long as we get back before eight.” 

He clicks resume on his fancy runners watch, and the two of you fall into a quick pace, the sound of you hitting the pavement completely synced with him. 

The two of you run in silence for a few minutes, before you anxiously try to fill the void. “So,” you ask, “are you a big runner?” 

“Yes,” the stranger responds, “running in the mornings is part of my training regimen.” 

“Training regime?” 

“I am a volleyball player. It is my responsibility to stay physically fit for the team.” 

“Oh,” you huff out, not really surprised because, well, look at him. “That’s so cool! Is it like a hobby or do you play for the school?” 

“The school.” 

“Wow! Are you pretty good then?” 

He looks at you with deadly seriousness. “Yes.” Talkative fellow, isn’t he? 

A few more moments pass in silence, before he broaches the next topic. “And you, do you run often?” 

“Yeah, I’m out here every morning!” 

“It’s impressive that you can keep up with me,” he acknowledges, “even some of my teammates struggle.” 

You swallow dryly, happy that you’ve been able to hide just how much you are struggling. “Well, if you’re ever looking for a running buddy, I’m always here.” 

More silence. 

“Ushijima Wakatoshi,” he informs you, after you finally reach the school gates. He sets out his palm once again, open for you to shake. 

You grab it after gulping down the rest of your water with vigor. “Y/N L/N. Thanks for the help.” 

He nods. “Y/N L/N,” you think you hear him murmurs underneath his breath before turning on the ball of his foot and taking off again. HE’S NOT DONE YET?! 

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A few days later you’re watching the minutes tick down in your English class before you finally get to go home for the day. Your professor is handing back the first paper of the semester, and you shift in your seat anxiously. 

When you look down to see your 97% you sigh an exhale of relief. To keep your scholarship, you’re required to keep straight A’s in your courses. While that may seem like an impossible standard, this is a highly competitive university, so it’s not that far outside the realm of possibility. 

A loud groan comes from the red-haired guy beside you when the professor hands him a folded paper. “A forty-five…but I tried so hard, Semi-Semi.” 

His friend beside him just rolls his eyes. “Yeah, well, you should try working a little harder.” 

The red-head jumps up from his seat, making you flinch. “Hey! You only got a fifty-three. You shouldn’t be talking, hm?” 

The platinum blond huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, “Whatever man.” 

As you pack up your bag to leave, you feel the red-head move behind you, towering over your right shoulder. “Hey, hey! You got a 97? That’s like, crazy high.” 

You turn to face him, shocked by his audacity to not only peek at your score but then announce it to his friend as well. Quickly folding your paper, you stuff it into your bag and try to duck around them. But the red-head steps into your path. 

“What’s wrong,” he grins, “shy?” 

“Uh…” 

“I wouldn’t be shy if -I- got a 97%,” he grins, pointing at his chest as he puffs it out proudly. 

His friend snorts and slaps him on the back, “As if that would ever happen.” 

“You never know,” he responds, with a smug smile. 

“Tendo,” he introduces, holding out a hand for you to shake. You glance down at the bandages wrapped around his fingers, and just stare at him blankly. “Oh, those? Just from being the best volleyball player in the entire school.” Volleyball, huh? 

“Don’t go lying to the girl, Tendo. You know you’re not the best,” his friend grunts out before looking down at you. “Eita Semi,” he introduces, with a wave. 

When you’re distracted, Tendo reaches down and grabs your hand, manually shaking it with his own. “This is when you tell us your name, ninety-seven.” 

“Oh, it’s, uh, Y/N.” 

“Pleasure,” Semi nods. You zip up your backpack and speed walk towards exit, eager to shake them only for the two tall boys to trail behind you lazily. 

“Ya like volleyball?” Tendo asks, crouching down to your height as he walks on your right. 

“I’ve actually never watched it,” you admit with a shrug.  

“WHAT? You’re kidding? It’s only like the greatest sport ever!” 

You shrug again. “Never really been a sports person.” 

“Yeah,” Semi chuckles, “that’s why you’ve got the passing grade and we don’t.” 

“I did meet someone on the volleyball team, though,” you add thoughtfully, “Maybe you guys know him?” You wonder aloud, as the three of you exit the building. 

Semi shrugs, “Depends. Volleyball is a huge sport at this school, so if he’s a bench or reserve player we may have never met him. Do you know his name?” he asks. 

“Yeah, he said it was….” you try to think back for a moment, snapping when it finally comes to you, “Oh! Ushijima! Ushijima Wakatoshi! Do you guys know him?” 

The two boys pause, making you stop walking and turn around to face them. You’re met with shocked faces. 

“You know Ushiwaka!?” 

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Running with Ushijima has become part of your routine. Actually, seeing all three of those volleyball seniors has become part of your routine. In the mornings, Ushijima meets you outside the school gates for a jog, or I guess for you kind of a sprint. For the first few you were usually silent, but as you continued he seemed to be more interested in speaking with you. Short, pleasant conversations that came and went every few minutes. 

Then, every Wednesday and Friday afternoon you have class with Tendo and Semi. Those two are certainly worming their way into your life. They’ve been bothering you to study after school, but you don't have the time to wait till after their practice. You always brush off the requests with your regular excuses: “Oh, I have to continue my job hunt” or “I’ll be back in my apartment by then, sorry.” 

That’s why it’s such a blessing when all three of them approach you in the hallway one Monday morning. “Hello, Y/N,” Ushijima greets, giving you a curt bow. 

“Sup 97?” Tendo calls out. 

“Mornin’,” Semi calls, waving. 

“Hey guys!” you grin, “I’ve never seen you all together.” 

Tendo shrugs, “There’s very little we don’t do together, actually.” 

You giggle, “Guess I just catch you on those rare occasions then.” 

The four of you move to the side so that foot traffic can navigate around you. Ushijima looks at you with a seriousness that seems so natural now. “We have a proposition for you.” 

“Oh?” You ask. 

Semi rolls his eyes and gives a light tap to the brunette’s shoulder. “You can’t say it like that, Captain. Then it sounds weird.” 

“Oh?” He looks genuinely taken aback. “Well then. We have an offer.” Barely different. 

“Okay,” you acknowledge eagerly, “lay it on me!” 

“I know that you’ve been searching for a campus job,” he begins to explain, “and I also know that my teammates here, and some of the others as well, have been searching for someone to help them out with their classes. I’ve spoken to our coach, and he agreed that our team has the budget to hire someone to tutor us privately. We instantly thought of you for the job.” 

You’re completely stunned. This was like a gift from the heavens! Get paid to tutor these nice, laid back guys? Uh, sign me up!

Desperately trying and failing to wipe the embarrassing look of elation off your face, you can’t help but squeal. “Oh my gosh! I would be more than happy to take the job. Thank you all so much for thinking of me.” 

“Course, 97. We wouldn’t forget our favorite student,” Tendo assures you. 

You just let the excitement overtake you and throw your arms around his torso. He grabs you by the waist and spins you around. “Whoa there! We need to do you favors more often,” he jests, giving you a cheeky wink after setting you down. 

“Can I ask, do you know what my commitments would be?” 

Ushijima nods and responds, “You must be available Monday afternoons beginning at 5:00 p.m. and beginning at 9:00 p.m. for the rest of the week. You’ll have no tutoring responsibilities on the weekends, but you should hit your twenty hour requirement just fine without them. You’ll make regular work study wage hourly”  

“Alright,” you agree. “But I think a lot of the libraries close at 7:00, so I’ll probably have to go home between class and tutoring though.” 

“You could come to our practice,” Semi suggests. “Just sit on the bleachers and do homework, or help us run drills or something.” 

You mull over the proposal before shrugging. “Sounds fair to me.” 

“Great,” Ushijima says. You see his shoulders drop a little bit. Maybe he was nervous to ask me. We’ll introduce you to the rest of the team tomorrow.” 

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The next day you’re standing center court, practically shaking. The three seniors are already intimidating—hell, just Ushiwaka is intimidating—but now you’re surrounded by all of these giants! You’re rapidly introduced to Shirabu, who just quietly shakes your hand. The other starter that stands out is Goshiki, because he’s the only one in your year. 

“This is Y/N,” Ushijima announces, “She’ll be available for tutoring services after practice and on Mondays at 5:00 p.m. As student athletes, you know that if your GPA drops, first you will be benched and then you will be kicked from the volleyball team. It is your responsibility to pay attention in your courses, but now we have extra support if we need it.” 

Tendo nods, laying a heavy arm across your shoulders. “Let’s all say thank you to our lovely classmate in advance, yeah?” 

You don’t know what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t all of them bowing towards you completely in sync and yelling out, “THANK YOU!” 

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The first sign you miss happens about two months into your new job. After weeks and weeks of postponing and offering excuses, the team has finally convinced you to come to a tournament. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to watch them, exactly. In fact, over the weeks of practices you had sat in on, you had actually gotten pretty into volleyball. It’s just, well, you weren’t a big fan of crowds and you would be standing in their massive student section…

“Come onnnnn, Y/N, you agreed to go!” Tendo whines, his torso splayed across your desk in a dramatic display. 

“I know…I’m just not sure this weekend is the best time. I have to study!” 

“You say that every weekend,” Semi points out, lifting a brow. 

A flush of red heats up your cheeks. “Well, yes, but that doesn’t make it less true…” 

Just as the argument is about to continue, you hear a polite knock at the door. “Come in!” you call out. 

Goshiki shyly steps through the door, bowing his head a bit. “Y/N, upper classmen, hope I’m not interrupting.” 

“No worries, Goshiki. These hours are open to everyone, so no need to knock in the future, actually," you reassure. “Do you have anything coming up in history that you want to review?”

“Uh, no, actually. But I might want to circle back on that next week.” 

“Oh, okay then.” 

“I came here, actually, because the team wanted to give you something.” 

You start to get a little itchy at that. “A gift? For me?” You looked to Semi and Tendo for help, but the latter only grins like a manic and the former looks at you blankly. 

Goshiki nods, before hurriedly approaching the desk and thrusting a parcel towards you. Grabbing it, you gently begin to unwrap the neat bow holding it together, before growing more excited as you begin to see glimpses of purple. 

“OH MY GOSH, GUYS! A VOLLEYBALL JACKET! LIKE A TEAM MANAGER WOULD HAVE” 

Goshiki bows towards you and yells with conviction, “Please wear it to our tournament this weekend!” At this both the seniors smirk towards you. Fuck, you curse internally, They trapped me. 

“Of course, Goshiki,” you agree, with your sweetest smile. The poor boy nearly faints. 

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What you weren’t privy to, of course, was the argument that had taken place that Sunday. The jacket had been a compromise, after hours of bickering about whose jersey you would wear to the game. Each starter presented his argument, all of whom were sure you would look best with their last name on your back. In the end, Shirabu had been the one to break up what was turning out to be a very heated team meeting. 

“Guys, wait,” he spoke boldly, “if she wears one of our jerseys we’ll all be distracted. Plus, anyone can buy jerseys that look like ours at the school store!” 

Ushijima considered this for a moment. “Well the, what do you suggest, Shirabu?” 

“It’s simple,” he brags, “we’ll just give her a team jacket! Then everybody will know that she works with us and nobody has to get jealous.” 

Ushijima nods. “Shirabu is right, as per usual. She will wear the team jacket.” 

Tendo shrugs. “Fine by me…even though you all know she would’ve chosen my jersey if we asked.” He was lucky he could see the water bottle Semi had thrown at him a mile away. 

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On game day, you couldn’t help the anxiety filling your stomach. You had arrived extra early to help Hayato with some of his homework, so now you were standing front row in the student section. Other fans pressed tightly to your back and sides, and you shifted in discomfort, trying to pay attention to the guys playing. 

“SHIRATORIZAWA” 

“SHIRATORIZAWA” 

It felt as though the stands were vibrating around you, shaking with the love of your classmates screams. You pulled your jacket around you tighter, and tried not to look as miserable as you felt. 

“Hey,” you heard, barely audible above the screams. You turned to right to see a fan, presumably one of  your classmates. You give him a once over, positive that the two of you have never met. 

“Hello?” 

He looks apologetic. “-------” 

“What?” you practically shout. 

The boy leans over, so that his warm breath is tickling your ear. “How did you get that jacket?”

You smiled down at the sewn letters below your collarbone. “Oh, I help the team out sometimes.” 

He pulls back, looking at you amazed. “Are you a team manager?!” 

You shake your head. “No, I just tutor the team during the week. It’s for my work study.” 

“Wow, that is so freaking cool!” he whisper-yells. “And it was really nice of them to give you a jacket. 

You nod. “Yeah, they’re all really nice guys.” 

“I’m Terushima,” the boy introduces himself. “I’m the captain of the boy’s soccer team.” 

“Oh! I’m Y/N. It’s great to meet you Terushima!” 

“Yeah, you too!” 

“Are you a big volleyball fan?” 

“It seems like a really fast-paced sport which is definitely my style. I haven’t watched a ton, but I figure I should come to a game because I heard our team is so good.” 

“Yeah, they’re amazing.” Both your heads subconsciously turn to the scoreboard, where you see Shiratorizawa is about to take the first set. 

“So, do you know what you’ll do for work once volleyball season is over?” 

This makes you pause a bit. You hadn't really thought about the season ending. And how the season ending would affect your work study. 

“I haven’t given it much thought,” you admit sheepishly. 

“Well…” he begins, rubbing the back of his neck, “this may be kind of forward, but I’m sure my team would be thrilled to have a tutor.” 

“Wait, seriously? You don’t even know me!” 

“I mean, if you’re good enough for this team, you’re definitely good enough for us.” 

You can’t help but giggle. “Plus,” he smirks, “we’d never turn away a cutie like you.” You’re not sure whether you’re blushing or laughing harder. 

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After the game finally ends and both teams have bowed to one another, you get a text for Ushijima to meet them in the locker room. They had completely crushed their opponent, as expected, so you’re sure they just wanted to celebrate the win together. Bidding Terushima goodbye, you head over. 

“Hey guys,” you call out jokingly, "everybody have pants on?” Silence greets you, and you remove your palm covering your face. Opening your eyes, you’re ‘greeted’ by all of the starters standing in a semi-circle, staring at you. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Who is he?” Ushijima grunts out. 

“Captain…who are you talking about?” 

“That boy,” Tendo laughs before abruptly stopping, “obviously.” 

“Terushima?” 

“Yeah,” Semi nods, “the soccer player with the shitty dye-job.” 

“You’re one to talk, Semi,” you joke, trying to break the tension. You turn to Tendo, who would usually be bursting out laughing right about now, but he only looks are you with an uncharacteristic stoicism. 

“What were you doing with him?”,  their captain’s heavy voice breaks the tension. 

“We were just talking,” you defend. “I was alone in the bleachers, and I made a friend.”  

“Yeah,” Shirabu scoffs, “a friend who wants to fuck you.” 

Your head whips towards him, “What the hell?” 

His only shrugs are your outburst, “Tell me I’m wrong then.” 

But before you can, Ushijima approaches you from the front while Tendo circle behind you. “What did you talk about?” the former asks. 

“He, uh, he introduced himself as captain of the soccer team.” 

“Look at that, Ushiwaka,” Tendo goads, “maybe our tutor here has a thing for captains.” You turn around to face the trouble-making red-head, but are stopped by Ushijima’s strong palm. 

“Look at me when I speak to you.” You gulp. “What else did you talk about? You conversed for a long time.” 

“Well…he asked me if I needed another tutoring job during volleyball’s off season…You know, because soccer and volleyball play at opposite times.” 

A thick layer of silence covers the room, and it seems to get smaller and smaller as the boys begin to draw their circle tighter and tighter. Your eyes begin to dart around the room, instinctively trying to find the nearest exit for escape. 

As you push off the ball of your feet, long arms wind around your waist and their wrapped fingertips meet at your stomach. Tendo’s chin comes to rest on your shoulder, where he runs his nose along your collarbone. 

“Ushijima,” he whined, “our pretty tutor’s tryna get away.” 

The captain shook his head. “You entered this proposition, Y/N. You are committed to this team, and you will not distract us by flirting with pests at our stands.” 

“In the jacket we gave you no less,” Semi adds, his nose pinching in disgust. 

Panic is shooting through your veins like ice. They have you trapped in here, and you’ll do anything to get away. Break this agreement. Find some normal friends maybe. 

You relax a bit in Tendo’s hold, which in turn encourages him to loosen his hold on your waist. Taking a deep inhale, you casually lift your arm up, in the guise of reaching for Ushiwaka, before slamming your elbow deep into your captor’s stomach and sprinting out. 

The shouts of confusion fade as your footsteps echo through the locker room, your heart practically pounding out of your chest. 

But deep down, you’ve run with Ushijima long enough now to know that you won’t make it out.

Summary: All is well with Lamb!Y/N, her mate Tiger!Kuna, and their little Cub!Yuji…until, that is, their new neighbor moves in. Wolf!Toji is a mean motherfucker, and you’ve caught his eye. Turns out Sukuna’s not the only one with a cub who needs taking care of…

Toji Fushiguro is a wall of muscle, and you, with your face pressed between his pecs, know that all too well. 

You quickly raise your arms to press against his torso, pushing yourself off the poor man. “O-Oh my gosh…I am so so sorry!” you bleat out, your palms coming up to cup your cheeks as they bloom a hot red. “I was not paying attention, because, ‘cause, my cub just disappeared into the woods…And, well…” you trail off, focus snapping back to finding Yuji. That little trouble maker.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, Ma,” the stranger replies, a smirk tugging at the scar splitting his lips. “So ya lose someone?” 

You nod, a little dumbstruck by his appearance. Hulking body. Dark hair with two black, furry ears sprouting from the top of his head. Large canines, indicative of a predator. And the eyes of a hunter. Eyes which have been trained on you for a while, longer than you may realize. 

“Yeah, um, my cu—or I guess he’s technically my nephew. Well, uh, he’s my mate’s nephew, though we haven’t really discussed what that makes me…Whatever,” you ramble, his gaze making you nervous, “he’s my, uh, little guy?” 

“Your little guy, huh.” The stranger’s smirk only grows, amused that he makes you all cute and anxious. “Well, do ya need help findin’ him?” 

You take a moment of pause. You know Sukuna doesn’t like when you talk to random guys, but really, what choice do you have? Yuji ran off, and he’s much, much faster than you. And this guy seems nice enough. Surely he’d be able to keep up with your cub. Look at him! Your mate would probably be fine with it this one time, right? 

“Yeah, that would be great, uh…” 

“Toji, Toji Fushiguro.” He holds out a massive paw for you to shake. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Toji. I’m Y/N,” you return the favor, reaching out and shaking his hand. 

“So, what’s this ‘little guy’ look like?” 

You giggle, responding, “Well, he’s about yea high. He’s got fluffy tiger ears and pink hair. He’s a fast little thing, and full of energy!” 

He raises an eyebrow. “It must be a lot for you to watch him all day.” He begins walking deeper into the forest, leaving you to trail behind him. He seems sure on the route, despite having never met Yuji before, nor seeing where he ran off to. 

“Yeah, I mean,” you twirl your hair in thought, “I’m not by myself. My mate is with me in the evenings. And Yuji is a doll. He’s just a predator,” you shrug. Toji looks back at you with a grin, “A predator huh?” 

“Sorry,” you correct, blushing, “I didn’t mean it like that. He’s just got a lot of energy. He likes to chase. Play tag too, even though he knows I’ll never catch him. Stuff like that.” 

“I feel ya, Ma,” Toji nods. “I’ve got a pup myself, actually.” 

“Really?” you ask, genuinely shocked. He doesn’t really seem like the fatherly type. Then again…neither does Sukuna, really. 

“Yeah, name’s Megumi.” Toji forges ahead. “He’s a little brat.” 

You chuckle. “That’s exactly what my mate calls Yuji.” Toji just hums at your contribution. 

“So, where are you leading me?” you ask, growing a bit nervous as you forge deeper and deeper into the mountains. 

“Ah,” he acknowledges, “I have an idea where this Yuji may have run off to.” His response does little to calm your nerves, but you are sort of trapped in this interaction now. 

The two of you walk on in silence for a few minutes before he stops. Pushing some brush to the side, and stepping to his right to let you through, Toji reveals a clearing. You note an adorable little cottage, a well-maintained garden, and—what the fuck? Yuji?! 

“Yuji,” you call out, relief thick in your voice. You wave the cub down, who struggles to tear himself away from black haired boy he sits next to. 

“Auntie,” he shouts, as he runs towards you, excitement clear, “Auntie, I made a fwend!” You grunt as he runs into you, hugging your legs tightly. You look up to see the other kid approaching slowly. 

You kneel down, holding Yuji’s shoulders so that he has to look you in the eyes. “Yuji, you gave me such a scare when you ran off,” you scold. “You know that I can’t keep up with you if you run full speed, and you didn’t give me any indication of where you were going.” 

His little lip starts to tremble, upset that you’re unhappy with him. “I-I’m sowwy, Auntie. ‘Was just excited to meet wif my fwend.” 

You rub the tears from his cheeks, before laying a kiss on his forehead and rustling his hair. “It’s okay, Cub. We just have to remember to tell an adult before we go play somewhere else. Either me or Uncle Kuna, okay?” 

“Mhm,” he mumbles, pouting a moment longer before returning to his usual peppy self. Tugging on the arm of the black-haired boy nearby, he basically presented the kid to you. “This is Megumi, my new best fwend!” he exclaimed pridefully. 

Megumi sort of just stood there, staring up at you blankly, until Toji put a heavy hand on his head. “Introduce yourself, brat. You’re being fuckin’ rude.” 

The boy rolled his eyes, and shakes his dad’s hand off, before giving in. “Hi,” he waved, half-heartedly, “I’m Megumi, Yuji’s friend.” 

Yuji squealed in delight, “And he’s a wolf! Isn’t dat cool?” 

You smile softly, “Yeah,” you agree, “that’s very cool Megumi.” And while you don’t seem to notice the light blush that colors the boy’s cheeks, Toji certainly does. How perfect, he thinks, the brat likes you too. 

Looking up at Toji, you ask, “I didn’t realize there was another cabin out here. Did you guys just move in?” 

“Yeah,” he nods, “just last week. I needed a change of pace. We just couldn’t stay in the city anymore. You?” 

“Oh,” you blush, “I’ve been here about a year, but Yuji and his uncle have been here for several.” 

“So you’re newly mated?” Toji inquires. How forward. 

“Mhm,” your hand rubs your mark instinctually. 

“Happily?” 

You nearly choke at the bluntness. “Uh—” 

Toji’s laugh echoes through the trees. “Just playing wit’ you, Ma. You wanna tour the cabin while the boys hang out?” 

You nod, trying to regain your composure. “Sure, I, uh, just have to be back home before the sun goes down. 

Toji smirks, “Don’t gotta worry about that. I’ll get you home safely.” 

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Sukuna arrives early that evening, like he usually does, to find Yuji and you are absolutely exhausted. The little tiger cub is curled up against you on the couch, napping has your hands run through his pink hair. “Pretty, Brat,” he calls out, “m’home.” 

You look up, giving him a soft smile, as Yuji stretches out on top of you. Once he’s thoroughly awake, he hops off your lap and runs to Sukuna, who scoops him up and settles the cub on his hip. “Uncle, Uncle!” 

“What’s got you so excited?”, the grumpy tiger asks. 

“I made a fwend.” 

“Is that right?” 

Yuji nods enthusiastically, “Mhm. Mhm. Hith name is Megumi and he’s a wolf.” 

Sukuna chuckles at his nephew's antics before looking at you expectantly. “Someone else moved into the forest?” 

“Yeah,” you nod, “A man named Toji and his son, Megumi. He’s around Yuji’s age.” 

Sukuna hums, setting Yuji down before encouraging the boy to run off. “Go play, Brat.” 

Your mate moves to join you on the couch, his muscular thighs spread so that he can plop you between them. As he runs his long, black claws through your hair, you feel yourself relaxing into his chest. This is where you belong, he thinks. 

Once he’s got you thoroughly comfortable, he lays a sparse kiss on your mark and tilts your chin back so that your eyes meet his. “Tell me, pretty,” he asks, “you met this Toji motherfucker?” 

You immediately tense up, knowing where this is going. “Yeah, uh, he introduced himself…helped me find Yuji when he ran off.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm…” 

His arms tighten around your waist. “He try anything wit’ you?” 

You sigh, “Why do you think every guy we meet is hitting on me?” 

“Maybe ‘cause they fucking are,” he growls out. “Maybe I need to bite you up some more,” he huffs, nipping at your neck to emphasize his point. 

You shake your head, before throwing his arms off of you. “You’re overreacting ‘Kuna. He was being nice, just a good neighbor. And Yuji made a friend who’s actually his age. Who can keep up with him too! I won’t let you get in the way of that.” You stand up, giving him a glare before stomping off to your bedroom. 

“Hey,” he calls out, “get your pretty ass back here!” But you just ignore it, frustrated with his constant jealousy and possessiveness. 

As Sukuna sits on the couch in silence, he thinks about the gift basket he noticed on the porch when he walked up. Attached to the wooden handle, tucked between all the muffins and other sugary garbage, was a note: 

 “Can’t wait to see you again, neighbor. Happy to keep you company while your mate’s away” - Toji. 

Overreacting? Yeah. Fucking. Right. 

Part One 

Summary: All is well with Lamb!Y/N, her mate Tiger!Kuna, and their little Cub!Yuji…until, that is, their new neighbor moves in. Wolf!Toji is a mean motherfucker, and you’ve caught his eye. Turns out Sukuna’s not the only one with a cub who needs taking care of…

Toji Fushiguro is a wall of muscle, and you, with your face pressed between his pecs, know that all too well. 

You quickly raise your arms to press against his torso, pushing yourself off the poor man. “O-Oh my gosh…I am so so sorry!” you bleat out, your palms coming up to cup your cheeks as they bloom a hot red. “I was not paying attention, because, ‘cause, my cub just disappeared into the woods…And, well…” you trail off, focus snapping back to finding Yuji. That little trouble maker.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, Ma,” the stranger replies, a smirk tugging at the scar splitting his lips. “So ya lose someone?” 

You nod, a little dumbstruck by his appearance. Hulking body. Dark hair with two black, furry ears sprouting from the top of his head. Large canines, indicative of a predator. And the eyes of a hunter. Eyes which have been trained on you for a while, longer than you may realize. 

“Yeah, um, my cu—or I guess he’s technically my nephew. Well, uh, he’s my mate’s nephew, though we haven’t really discussed what that makes me…Whatever,” you ramble, his gaze making you nervous, “he’s my, uh, little guy?” 

“Your little guy, huh.” The stranger’s smirk only grows, amused that he makes you all cute and anxious. “Well, do ya need help findin’ him?” 

You take a moment of pause. You know Sukuna doesn’t like when you talk to random guys, but really, what choice do you have? Yuji ran off, and he’s much, much faster than you. And this guy seems nice enough. Surely he’d be able to keep up with your cub. Look at him! Your mate would probably be fine with it this one time, right? 

“Yeah, that would be great, uh…” 

“Toji, Toji Fushiguro.” He holds out a massive paw for you to shake. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Toji. I’m Y/N,” you return the favor, reaching out and shaking his hand. 

“So, what’s this ‘little guy’ look like?” 

You giggle, responding, “Well, he’s about yea high. He’s got fluffy tiger ears and pink hair. He’s a fast little thing, and full of energy!” 

He raises an eyebrow. “It must be a lot for you to watch him all day.” He begins walking deeper into the forest, leaving you to trail behind him. He seems sure on the route, despite having never met Yuji before, nor seeing where he ran off to. 

“Yeah, I mean,” you twirl your hair in thought, “I’m not by myself. My mate is with me in the evenings. And Yuji is a doll. He’s just a predator,” you shrug. Toji looks back at you with a grin, “A predator huh?” 

“Sorry,” you correct, blushing, “I didn’t mean it like that. He’s just got a lot of energy. He likes to chase. Play tag too, even though he knows I’ll never catch him. Stuff like that.” 

“I feel ya, Ma,” Toji nods. “I’ve got a pup myself, actually.” 

“Really?” you ask, genuinely shocked. He doesn’t really seem like the fatherly type. Then again…neither does Sukuna, really. 

“Yeah, name’s Megumi.” Toji forges ahead. “He’s a little brat.” 

You chuckle. “That’s exactly what my mate calls Yuji.” Toji just hums at your contribution. 

“So, where are you leading me?” you ask, growing a bit nervous as you forge deeper and deeper into the mountains. 

“Ah,” he acknowledges, “I have an idea where this Yuji may have run off to.” His response does little to calm your nerves, but you are sort of trapped in this interaction now. 

The two of you walk on in silence for a few minutes before he stops. Pushing some brush to the side, and stepping to his right to let you through, Toji reveals a clearing. You note an adorable little cottage, a well-maintained garden, and—what the fuck? Yuji?! 

“Yuji,” you call out, relief thick in your voice. You wave the cub down, who struggles to tear himself away from black haired boy he sits next to. 

“Auntie,” he shouts, as he runs towards you, excitement clear, “Auntie, I made a fwend!” You grunt as he runs into you, hugging your legs tightly. You look up to see the other kid approaching slowly. 

You kneel down, holding Yuji’s shoulders so that he has to look you in the eyes. “Yuji, you gave me such a scare when you ran off,” you scold. “You know that I can’t keep up with you if you run full speed, and you didn’t give me any indication of where you were going.” 

His little lip starts to tremble, upset that you’re unhappy with him. “I-I’m sowwy, Auntie. ‘Was just excited to meet wif my fwend.” 

You rub the tears from his cheeks, before laying a kiss on his forehead and rustling his hair. “It’s okay, Cub. We just have to remember to tell an adult before we go play somewhere else. Either me or Uncle Kuna, okay?” 

“Mhm,” he mumbles, pouting a moment longer before returning to his usual peppy self. Tugging on the arm of the black-haired boy nearby, he basically presented the kid to you. “This is Megumi, my new best fwend!” he exclaimed pridefully. 

Megumi sort of just stood there, staring up at you blankly, until Toji put a heavy hand on his head. “Introduce yourself, brat. You’re being fuckin’ rude.” 

The boy rolled his eyes, and shakes his dad’s hand off, before giving in. “Hi,” he waved, half-heartedly, “I’m Megumi, Yuji’s friend.” 

Yuji squealed in delight, “And he’s a wolf! Isn’t dat cool?” 

You smile softly, “Yeah,” you agree, “that’s very cool Megumi.” And while you don’t seem to notice the light blush that colors the boy’s cheeks, Toji certainly does. How perfect, he thinks, the brat likes you too. 

Looking up at Toji, you ask, “I didn’t realize there was another cabin out here. Did you guys just move in?” 

“Yeah,” he nods, “just last week. I needed a change of pace. We just couldn’t stay in the city anymore. You?” 

“Oh,” you blush, “I’ve been here about a year, but Yuji and his uncle have been here for several.” 

“So you’re newly mated?” Toji inquires. How forward. 

“Mhm,” your hand rubs your mark instinctually. 

“Happily?” 

You nearly choke at the bluntness. “Uh—” 

Toji’s laugh echoes through the trees. “Just playing wit’ you, Ma. You wanna tour the cabin while the boys hang out?” 

You nod, trying to regain your composure. “Sure, I, uh, just have to be back home before the sun goes down. 

Toji smirks, “Don’t gotta worry about that. I’ll get you home safely.” 

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Sukuna arrives early that evening, like he usually does, to find Yuji and you are absolutely exhausted. The little tiger cub is curled up against you on the couch, napping has your hands run through his pink hair. “Pretty, Brat,” he calls out, “m’home.” 

You look up, giving him a soft smile, as Yuji stretches out on top of you. Once he’s thoroughly awake, he hops off your lap and runs to Sukuna, who scoops him up and settles the cub on his hip. “Uncle, Uncle!” 

“What’s got you so excited?”, the grumpy tiger asks. 

“I made a fwend.” 

“Is that right?” 

Yuji nods enthusiastically, “Mhm. Mhm. Hith name is Megumi and he’s a wolf.” 

Sukuna chuckles at his nephew's antics before looking at you expectantly. “Someone else moved into the forest?” 

“Yeah,” you nod, “A man named Toji and his son, Megumi. He’s around Yuji’s age.” 

Sukuna hums, setting Yuji down before encouraging the boy to run off. “Go play, Brat.” 

Your mate moves to join you on the couch, his muscular thighs spread so that he can plop you between them. As he runs his long, black claws through your hair, you feel yourself relaxing into his chest. This is where you belong, he thinks. 

Once he’s got you thoroughly comfortable, he lays a sparse kiss on your mark and tilts your chin back so that your eyes meet his. “Tell me, pretty,” he asks, “you met this Toji motherfucker?” 

You immediately tense up, knowing where this is going. “Yeah, uh, he introduced himself…helped me find Yuji when he ran off.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm…” 

His arms tighten around your waist. “He try anything wit’ you?” 

You sigh, “Why do you think every guy we meet is hitting on me?” 

“Maybe ‘cause they fucking are,” he growls out. “Maybe I need to bite you up some more,” he huffs, nipping at your neck to emphasize his point. 

You shake your head, before throwing his arms off of you. “You’re overreacting ‘Kuna. He was being nice, just a good neighbor. And Yuji made a friend who’s actually his age. Who can keep up with him too! I won’t let you get in the way of that.” You stand up, giving him a glare before stomping off to your bedroom. 

“Hey,” he calls out, “get your pretty ass back here!” But you just ignore it, frustrated with his constant jealousy and possessiveness. 

As Sukuna sits on the couch in silence, he thinks about the gift basket he noticed on the porch when he walked up. Attached to the wooden handle, tucked between all the muffins and other sugary garbage, was a note: 

 “Can’t wait to see you again, neighbor. Happy to keep you company while your mate’s away” - Toji. 

Overreacting? Yeah. Fucking. Right. 

Part One 

Summary: Lamb!Y/N goes wandering in the woods, a lost little thing, not knowing that the prying eyes of Tiger!Kuna are watching her every move. Don’t worry little lamb, for the low low price of mothering his cub and serving his every need, he’ll take real good care of you. NSFW

The leaves crunch beneath your sneakers as you wander further and further from your little cottage. For the most part, you loved your secluded home. No unwanted visitors. No smog. No traffic. The only downside was the trek back to town whenever you needed a restock on supplies. 

And while you thought you’d gotten used to a three mile hike up and back, if your aimless wandering proves anything, it is this: you are lost. And the sun is going down. 

When you’d first moved into your little fixer-upper, the landlady had taken care to warn you specifically to be back in the house, behind locked doors, by sundown. At the time you thought that she was just being dramatic. Afterall, prey animals such as yourself rarely live alone. But now, now that you were out here braving the wilderness in the dimming light, you think there might have been some truth in her warning. 

As the sun disappears behind the trees, you begin to feel…followed. Something deeply instinctual, your animalistic nature even, was telling you that reason to flee was lurking nearby. Better quicken your pace. 

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Tiger!Kuna has been tracking you for weeks now. It was your sweet scent that had caught your attention at first, but that quickly devolved into a complete and total obsession. Now he watches you every second he can spare. While you garden…while you cook dinner…while you shower. And every time you’ve made a trip back down to town, he’s made sure you make it through the woods nice and safe. A little lamb shifter like you? You’d be fucked without his protection. You need him. And he just so happens to need you too. Badly.  

And now he’s here as you try to find your way back home after your last -and final if he has anything to say about it- trip from town. And he’s here too, obviously, keeping you safe from all but him. Of course he had to steer you off course a bit. You’re a clever little thing. But you couldn’t ignore your own biology. Just a little rustling in the leaves was enough to have your little ass runnin’ in the opposite direction. 

Now Sukuna can barely contain himself. He just wants to scoop you up and whisk you away. Set you down in the nest he so carefully crafted for you. But no…he’ll let you come to him. When the sun goes down and the creatures come out to play, you’ll rush straight into his big, strong arms. 

Even if you need a little push. 

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The light had long since gone and you had no idea where you were. All you do know is that this is the deepest in the forest you’ve ever been, and you’re scared. Lambs like you aren’t supposed to be out this late, especially not alone. 

Your fluffy white ears turned to catch even the smallest sounds, and your pupils had expanded into big saucers in the darkness. You are tiptoing through the forest, your arms extended to feel in front of you when a frightening roar echoes through the trees—making you vibrate in fear. SHIT! 

Spurred by the terror chilling your blood, you take off, sprinting deeper and deeper in the forest, desperate to get away. You trip on a massive tree root, but you get up without hesitation. The stinging of your knee is nothing compared to the promise of pain brought on by that thing -whatever it is- catching up to you. 

In the distance you see a dim light, igniting what appears to be a secluded cabin. And what does light usually mean? People! Safety! You head there without a second thought, ignoring the throbbing in your ankle as you hobble along. 

When you finally move to knock on the cabin door, after a tiresome walk up, you find the door already open—-practically beckoning you inside. It couldn’t hurt to just enter right…What’s the harm? You press on, quietly closing the door behind you. 

“H-Hello? Anybody home? My-my name is Y/N, and I’m trying to find my way back home…” You’re met with silence. Just as you’re about to leave, a man steps out from behind the entryway’s corner, still shrouded in darkness. 

“Oh! Hello! Did you, uh, hear all that?” 

“Yeah, Y/N,” the stranger answered kindly, “I'm sorry you've gotten lost. It's frightening out there. You're free to stay here till morning.” 

“Th-thank you, stranger. You’re really too swee…” your voice drifts off as he steps full into the lit hallway. The man who saunters in is dripping with pheromones. He’s wearing black sweats that hang loosely off his hips and no shirt. You try your hardest to keep your eyes on his face, and definitely not the carved v-line leading straight to his— uh, well you know. He is covered in what you think are tattoos, creating a stripe-like pattern that runs across his arms and torso. And most frighteningly, peeking out from his pink hair are two tiger’s ears. They're perked up. Following your every sound. A predator. Your instincts scream. Run.

“You, you know what. I, uh, I think I’m just gonna phone a friend to pick me up,” you say, trying your best to give a weak smile. 

“Oh no need for that, pretty,” he responds with a wolfish grin, “there’s no cell-reception up here anyways.” Your eyes catch the glint reflecting off his canines, making you subconsciously try to scramble away, hands searching hopelessly for the doorknob. 

His stride forward doesn’t stop, until eventually he’s caged you in. His big palms pinning your arms to your side. “Besides,” he leans down to your ear, “iI you stay we can get to know each other, neighbor.” At this he begins releasing pheromones in waves, making you instantly hold your breath. Can’t…can’t breathe it in… 

“Oh, come on,” he teases, using one free hand to pet your head. “Breath in my scent, pretty. Give in to me.” After about a minute, your lungs are burning, and you can’t take it anymore. Out of self-preservation you are forced to gulp in hot air despite your better judgement. 

The more your take in, the more your head begins to spin. Smells…really good. You’re pulled into the stranger's strong chest, your face pressed between his pectoral muscles. So, so warm. When he sees fit, he lifts your chin up with his thumb, staring at you with hungry, maroon eyes. You think you can make out a sort of…obsessiveness or desperation in them? But it’s hard to tell in your current state. 

After a moment of taking you in, his warm lips press hungrily to yours. “C’mon pretty. Gonna take good care of you.” And you’re whisked away. 

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You’re placed onto something soft. A mess of blankets and pillows that mold around your body, but before you can appreciate it, the stranger is looming over you once more. While you’ve been admiring this softness, he’s been stripping down.

He places his two massive thighs on the side of your head, trapping you between them, muscles flexing around you. But you can't really focus on that because of the monster now at your lips. The stranger is stroking himself from root to tip, with the very end pressed against your mouth and balls pressed against your chin. Wow…so those tattoos do go all the way down. 

“Pretty lamb, wanna get me nice and wet for you?” By now it was impossible to know where you start and the pheromones end. So you do want to. You really really want to. Without a second thought, you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, gradually taking his heat into your mouth. 

He groans as your tongue plays with his slit, and his hands reach out to grab your silky, white ears—-making you moan around him. “Good little lamb. M’gonna go a little deeper, okay? Nod your pretty head for me.” When you nod he slowly presses forward, going deeper down your throat. He reaches down to grab your hand and places it on his balls, urging you to play with them as he uses your throat.  

After who knows how long, he carefully pulls himself out of your mouth. “Time to return the favor pretty,” he says, kissing your nose before skillfully moving down your body. He unbottons your shirt, and rips off your delicate lace bra, his aggression causing you to yelp. “Such perfect tits,” he groaned, mostly to himself. 

Before he can come face to face with the sweet spot between your legs, you press your thighs together, not eager for him to see you fully vulnerable. “Tsk,” he growls out, “you don’t hide from me, pretty. C’mon, spread those legs for me. Let me see you.” More hormones roll off of him, making you want to listen to his every word. 

Your thighs part, giving him full access to you, which he quickly takes advantage of. He rips your underwear clean off, before inhaling your scent. “Pretty everywhere.” The stranger licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, before circling his tongue around your bundle of nerves. Two large fingers press against you, bullying their way inside. Stretching you out. 

“I-I, please…please…” 

“Sukuna, pretty. Say it f’me?” 

“S-Sukuna, please!” 

“Of course, pretty.” He presses his hot tongue to your center while quickly scissoring his fingers in and out, bringing you to a blinding end. 

As you come down from your high, you feel the hot tip of his cock press against your core. “M’gonna take you now, little lamb. Hold still f’me, yeah?” 

And you feel the piercing pain on both ends, and he enters your and his canines puncture your shoulder. 

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After an unknown amount of time, you were finally able to step away. Lifting Sukuna’s beefy biceps off your chest, you skillfully slide a pillow into his tight grip. Confirming your trick had worked, as you watch him sniff and snuggle into the pillow, you quietly close the door behind you. 

Taking a deep breath, you slowly wander around until you happen upon the kitchen, stomach growling. Stretching your sore limbs out, you begin rummaging through the fridge and pantry with plans to make pancakes. Turns out Sukuna has quite the…childrish pallet? God forbid a grown man love juice boxes. 

Twisting the stove knob, you begin pouring thick batter onto the pan. But as soon as you turn to scoop more batter, a figure comes into view. A tiny little thing, with unruly tufts of pink hair and two tiger ears poking out from the top of his head. He rubs sleep from his eyes, before they come into focus and scan you with curiosity. 

“Uncle S’kuna?” He asks, softly. 

And before you can break out of your shocked state, a tattooed arm slithers around your waist. “You’re up early brat,” Sukuna grumbles out, his bare chest vibrating against your chest. 

You can’t help but squeal at the sudden contact. “S-Sukuna. You’re awake.” 

He grins at the blush covering your rosey cheeks. “Yeah. Spoiled your plans to run away, huh?” 

You shook your head, not wanting to provoke any predator instincts. “Of course not,” you nod to the stove, “pancakes.” 

The edges of his smile soften a bit, and he kisses your cheek. 

“Uncle! Uncle!” The little tiger is tugging at Sukuna’s sweatpants, eager for the attention to return to him. “Who’th dat?” What an adorable voice. 

Sukuna lays a possessive kiss on your mark—leaving a pleasant burning sensation when he pulls away. “That, little cub, is your new auntie. Say good morning.” 

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You use the back of your glove to wipe the grease smudge from your cheek while blowing puffs of air from the exertion. If you could just get this fucking bolt to just—UGH! You toss the wrench down in frustration before turning to your classmate.  

“Hey, Jason. Do you mind tightening this for me?” 

The boy to your right lifts his welding goggles to turn to you and grins. “Yeah, no problem Y/N.” He grabs the wrench you’ve extended towards him, and begins tightening the bolt that was giving you trouble. “This somethin’ for the big presentation?” he asked, looking up at you as he worked. 

You nod. “Yup! And when it’s done, it’ll blow their socks off,” you reply enthusiastically, beaming with pride. 

“You’re cuttin’ it kinda close don’t you think.” Both of you glance up at the wall, where a large analog clock ticked down the few minutes you had left. 

“I know…I know,” you rub your neck sheepishly, “I just want it to be perfect.” 

He sets down your contraption, now properly tightened, and grabs your gloved hands. “Everything you make is perfect.” You can’t help the blush that rushes down your neck as he stares deeply into your eyes. Jason has always been…forward with you. But he’s a nice beta, just like you, and you’re at the age where maybe you should start looking for a potential mate. He’s not a bad option, just saying. 

“Thanks, Jay,” you smile sweetly at him, gently lowering your hands out of his grip. “You know I get nervous. Plus,” you shake your head to rid yourself of the negative thoughts, “it’s our first time really meeting Class 1-A. These are our future co-workers. I want to make a good impression.” 

“And you will! Why don’t you give the wrench a break,” he suggests, “and we go get some ice-cream before we have to go to the conference room and set up.” 

You give your piece one more once over, looking for any imperfections you may have missed while inspecting it two minutes ago. I could use a break. “Well…I guess that doesn’t sound too bad,” you say with a small smile. Jason returns the gesture before pushing up from the work bench, gritty hands pressing off of dirt-ridden pants. He holds his hand out to you before giving you a cheesy grin, “If I may.” 

You giggle at his antics before putting filthy work glove in filthy work glove. “Of course you may.” 

Shutting the door to the workshop behind you, you stroll through the hall hand-in-hand. You keep your head forward, out of fear that he’ll see the tomato red tinging your cheeks. This is the first time I’ve held hands with a guy. And the two of you enjoy the cold treats on the entry steps of UA, unaware of the storm headed your way. 

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The conference room was brimming with UA students—a combination of both your support class and the heroes-in-training of Class 1-A. If you were being honest, it was pretty overwhelming. You’d heard about the hardships this class had gone through, surviving countless villain attacks so early into their training. It was kind of like being surrounded by celebrities. You log every passing face, testing your ability to remember their names and abilities. 

You stood next to your contraption, slightly uncomfortable in your business casual dress. Sweaty palms coming down to tug at the edges when it started slightly riding up your thighs. Support students were instructed to shed their grease-stained outfits in exchange for something more appropriate to first meet their sister class. 

Rows of your classmates line the small conference room, as you each present your prototypes to the heroes walking by, making casual conversation and introducing yourselves. Nobody had approached you yet, but you’re sure it was just a matter of time. Admittedly, the metal cuffs on your table did look a little unimpressive next to the neighboring jetpacks and laser beams…

And just as the rejection begins to sting a little: “Hey, um, what’s up with your invention?” You look up to find a smiling face and unruly green hair staring back at you. Even though he looks different outside of his hero uniform, you’d recognize this guy anywhere after watching him from the stands. Ah…Izuku Midoriya. From the sports festival. 

You give a polite smile, trying to contain your excitement. “Yeah, so, hi, basically, um, they’re for heroes that primarily specialize in close-quarters combat!” You lift up the two rings enthusiastically, “When they’re done they’ll be able to absorb, store, and redistribute energy, so the force of hitting doesn’t fully fall back on the hero doing the punching!” 

The boy’s eyes light up. “Wow! That’s such a cool idea. Sorry, um, I don’t think I caught your name? I’m Izuku Midoriya.”

“Y/N L/N.” 

He whips out a leather-bound notebook that seems to have seen its fair share of trouble. “Good to meet you, Y/N.” You see him turn to a blank page before writing down your name and underlining. You notice that he’s done the same with a couple other students in your class. “Do you mind explaining how it works while I jot down a few notes?” 

His enthusiasm eases your nerves and you nod, “Of course! I’d be happy to.” You begin to explain some of the science behind your invention and he cuts eye contact completely, writing furiously on the poor book in his hand. 

Finally, when he’s had enough, he closes the notebook and looks up at you once again. “This is really cool, Y/N. You’ll have to keep me updated as you continue your build,” he rambles on, beginning to get lost in his own thoughts, “something like this could have so many implications for pro-heroes, especially ones like…”, and you begin to space out as he talks your ear off. I wonder what they’re serving in the dining hall today…I hope it’s not more of that mystery meat. Talk about gross!

“Oi, nerd!” A rumble snaps you back to reality, as a dusty-blonde intentionally bumps into Midoriya’s shoulder and a spikey-haired red-head comes up on his other side. “You’ve been at this station a while. Anything I should care about?” 

“Oh, uh, hey, Kacchan. Kirishima.” You can’t help but notice that the green-haired boy seems to grow a bit nervous around his classmates, tucking his book into his back pocket. “This support student, Y/N L/N,” he gestures to you, “has designed these cuffs to absorb and redistribute kickback on physical attacks.” Two sets of red eyes, one pair filled with judgement and another with curiosity, snap to you, giving you a once over. 

You rub your arm nervously. Eijiro Kirishima, a close-range fighter. Hardening quirk. And Katsuki Bakugo. You certainly remember him from the sports festival. “Yeah, well, it’s still a prototype. Nothing too special yet.” You give a weak smile, not prepared for this many eyes. You were meant for the shop, not for this kind of display. 

Perking up at the conversation, out of the corner of your eye you see Jason move over from his table, and he wraps an arm around your shoulders. Giving the newcomers a smirk,“She’s just being modest. Y/N is practically a tech genius.” 

You can’t help the shade of red you turn as you gently push him off of you, unbelievably embarrassed at the compliment and display. You notice the three heroes before you not-so-subtly sniffing the air, their eyes glazing over in understanding after not picking up any scent from the two of you. Just two lowly betas. Meanwhile alpha pheromones are practically rolling off the three of them. 

Kirishima is the first to speak after the moment of awkward silence. Decidedly ignoring Jason’s presence, he steps forward with an outreached hand. “Well I’m always excited to meet a genius. The name’s Eijiro Kirishima.”

You grab it, not nearly prepared for the amount of strength he packs even in a handshake. He takes note of how weakly you shake out your hand once he releases it, having used the greeting to try to gauge whether you had a quirk or not. “Yeah, uh, I know who you guys are.” you blurt out, immediately internally face-palming afterwards. Why the fuck would I say that? 

The comment, however, seems to please him, not weird him out. The red-head’s chest puffs out in pride and his permanent grin widens even more. “Really? You know who I am? That’s awesome!” 

You relax a bit at his casualness, trying to ignore the unceasing stare from the blonde boy besides him. “Yeah, and I kind of designed these with you in mind. Just because you, um, you punch a lot? Uh…”, you stumble, flustered once again upon releasing how uneloquent and non-academic you made that sound. “Sorry, I don’t, I don’t have to present my stuff often,” you look down sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.

He laughs and the sound fills you with warmth. “No, seriously I’m flattered. Don’t worry about it. You know,” his eyes meeting yours, full of kindness, “we’ll be working together closely after all. Do ya’ mind explaining them to me? I’m not as tech-savvy as Izuku, but I’ll try my best.” 

Your spine grows less rigid, the tension continuing to leave your body. “I would love to!” 

As you begin your long-winded explanation once again, Jason steps towards Bakugo and Midoriya. “Would either of you like to hear about my project while they’re nerding out?” 

After a few seconds of silence pass, and it’s clear Bakugo has no intention to respond to the question, Midoriya swoops in to put an end to the uncomfortable tension. “Yeah, uh, I’d love to hear about it.” 

Jason gives a pained smile, hearing the lilt of pity in Midoriya’s voice. “Amazing.” And the two step away to his table, leaving you alone with Kirishima and Bakugo. 

It’s not as bad as one might imagine at all. The conversation ebbs and flows normally with Kirishima’s enthusiasm and Bakugo’s occasional interjections. Time flies as the topic quickly steers away from your cuffs and naturally transitions into your other hobbies, your experience at UA, etc. etc. Soon the hour has passed talking among these two without you even meeting any of the other heroes. 

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The next day in class, as Midoriya is packing up his book bag, he finds himself cornered by his classmates. “Hey, Midoriya,” Kirishima greeted cheerfully with a wave, as Bakugo closed in on the other side of the desk. “Mind if we hold you back for a second.” 

Midoriya’s eyes flit over the large boy’s shoulder, watching as Uraraka and Ida exit the classroom, exchanging worried glances and shooting him a pitying look. No escape. He rubbed his palms on his uniform, trying to absorb the sweat to hide his nervousness. “No, uh, do you guys need anything?” 

Bakugo jerked his head down to his backpack. The blonde’s hands were in his pockets, but he looked far from relaxed. “Your notebook. Need to see it.” 

Midoriya jerked back at the request. Kacchan has always said it’s stupid that he keeps a journal. “-You- want to see -my- notebook?” he asks incredulously, pointing at his chest. 

He can tell that this question annoys Bakugo, because the boy grunts and responds, “Yeah that’s what I just fucking said, Deku. Now hand it over, or I’ll take it myself.” 

He begins to close in on his smaller classmate, before Kirishima puts a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. “I think what Katsuki means to say is that we’d like to look at it, maybe take a picture of a few pages.” He smiles a bit, but looks at Midoriya expectantly when he doesn’t get a response. 

“Yeah, sure…but why?” 

“Why does it matt-” Bakugo’s retort is swiftly cut off by Kirishima, who tries to smooth things over once again. 

“You remember that support student we were talking to yesterday?” Midoriya hesitates before nodding. “Well, her prototype was so interesting that I wanted to look over those notes you took about her—uh, about her invention.” 

“Oh!” Midoriya exclaimed, “well okay.” Reaching into his backpack he pulled out his notebook, flipping to the page titled by your name. “Here you are.” 

Kirishima whips out his phone, taking pictures of the pages Midoriya had filled with notes about your work. “Hey, thanks man,” he said, clapping Midoriya on the back, and holding in a laugh when his classmate flinches. “Appreciate it.” 

And with that the two exit the classroom, leaving Midoriya there alone to regulate his breathing. He doesn’t know what brought on this sudden interest, but if he were you, he would run. 

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A few days later you are sitting at your usual table in the cafeteria, with Jason and some other support students around you. You’re all discussing upcoming project deadlines and your bitchy engineering professor. The usual. But as you dramatically retell the story of her making you stay after class and clean, you notice that your friends aren’t looking at you anymore. They’re looking past you, dumbly. Your voice trails off. 

“Hey, Y/N, mind if we sit with you guys?” The cheery question breaks through the silence that had settled over your table, and you look up to find Kirishima and Bakugo approaching your group. 

Before you answer, you give a quick glance to your friends. They’re all giving you eyes that ask, how the fuck do you know these guys? But when you look at Jason, there’s a glint in his gaze that confuses you. Irritation, maybe? Weird. 

“Yeah, sure,” you reply easily, smiling, “we’ll make room.” Kirishima takes a seat on the open bench to your right, but Bakugo doesn’t move to sit on the other side of the table. Rather, he puts a hand on the shoulder of one of your classmates, and looks down at him until he takes the hint and slides over, allowing the blonde to sit on your left. 

“Thanks man,” he grunts out. 

A beat passes as all your friends wait for you to break the ice. “Uh, guys, this is Katsuki Bakugo and Eijiro Kirishima from class 1A. We met officially at the presentation thing the other day. Bakugo, Kirishima,” you gesture to your friends, “this is Allison, Markus, and Claire. And you’ve met Jay.” 

Kirishima nods, “Nice to meet you guys. Thanks for letting us join. And Jason, nice to see you again,” but even though he smiles at your friends, you swear he looks a little…disinterested. 

“Yeah, why are you joining us? Uh, not that I mind of course,” Jason questions, and you balk at his bluntness. 

“Jason—” 

But Kirishima just laughs. “We just figured it’d be a good idea to meet our future support staff. Plus, if Y/N is any indication, you guys must all be pretty cool.” 

Bakugo lifts an eyebrow, his arms crossed over his chest, “You got a problem with that?” 

Jason flinches a bit, and your stomach fills with sympathy as he rubs the back of his neck anxiously, clearly intimidated by the heroes-in-training. “No, no, not at all. It’s just…you guys in the hero course don’t interact with us much.” 

Bakugo tsks at his pathetic attempt to backpedal his rude question. But Kirishima swoops in once again, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Well, that changes today! Soon you’re gonna be so sick of us, you’ll wish we’d just leave you alone again” he jokes, and the rest of the table lets out a hesitant laugh. 

“So,” the red head turns to you, “what were you guys talking about before we interrupted?" You shift, so that his arm falls off your shoulder. 

“I was just, uh, complaining about our engineering prof. She made me stay late and wipe down the work stations the other day, for no reason!” you explain, liveliness reentering your voice. 

“Wait, oh my god,” Kirishima continues, “I’ve totally had teachers that were out to get me before. So basically,” he settles in, “my third year of high school there was this home-ec class and…” 

As he goes on, energetically explaining all the bullshit he got up to in high school, Kirishima is quick to win the entire table over. And everyone, save for Bakugo, who watches over the interaction silently, and Jason, who appears to be sulking, is quickly enraptured by his enthusiasm and friendliness. 

And you too, are swiftly won over by his charm, nodding and laughing along. It’s so distracting, that you don’t notice how their muscular thighs on either side of you inch closer and closer to yours as the minutes tick by, and how all the alphas and omegas in the cafeteria watch the alpha pheromones spill into the air around you—-thickening it in a possessive display of ownership. 

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Over the next few weeks Bakugo and Kirishima get real comfortable with you, learning your schedule, walking you home and shit. And after they’d said goodbye, the boys would sit in their dorm room and talk about you. The outfit you wore that day. The new project you’d told them about. Your plans to hang out again this weekend. How that motherfucker Jason was always flitting around you like some cockroach. With each treasured interaction, they grew more and more obsessed. 

You weren’t complaining though. In fact, you were pretty oblivious. They didn’t seem to mind that you were a beta, which had gotten in the way of friendships in the past, especially with alphas. They all just had this need for power…control even, and their lack of it over betas could be difficult to swallow for them at times. That’s why they were best paired with omegas. But Katsuki and Kiri? They didn’t seem to mind at all. 

And you were beginning to not only expect their presence, but to welcome it. It became normal to walk the halls with one another, Eijiro’s arm slung around your shoulders and Kats carrying your bag for you. It kind of made you feel like a celebrity, being seen with them around campus. It was like…everybody knew you for some reason. 

Sure, you’d get the occasional odd look. Sometimes it felt like everyone was talking about you, but you had no idea why. Have they never seen a group of friends before? Sheesh. 

And speaking of weird, Jason has been acting off ever since you got close with the boys. He’d been hounding you to study and hang out relentlessly. He was constantly staring at you in class, to the point of uncomfortableness. 

Although…maybe you hadn’t been the best friend to him. You should make more of an effort. Afterall, he was your closest confidant in your program, andddd still pretty cute. Splitting your time more evenly could be an easy solution to relieving some of the tension in your relationship! 

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You coming to froyo after class? - Kiri 

Sorry! I gotta pass today :( - Y/N 

Wtf, why? - Kats 

Jason’s taking me to the aquarium! - Y/N 

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Have fun! :) - Kiri 

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Jason grunted as he lifted the heavy box of supplies into his locker, shoving it into the lower portion of the metal compartment before slamming it closed with his full body weight. He’d had to stay late again, working on another project. The worst part is he couldn’t walk with you back to the dorms. He’s sure those alphas jumped on the opportunity to do it in his stead. Fucking pricks. What do they want with a beta like you anyway? 

As he moves to pop his earbuds in, eager to finally go home, a hand slams down on the locker beside him, the loud clanging on the metal scaring the shit out of him. “Hey man, what the fu—”, he began to spew out, before looking up to see Bakugo and Kirishima towering over him. 

“Hey,” Bakugo grunts out, “need to talk to you.” 

Jason shifts nervously, choosing to focus his attention on Kirishima, before changing his mind. The red hair may appear less intimidating, but those shark teeth weren’t exactly welcoming. 

“Uh, sure. Is everything alright?” 

“No, actually, Jason, my man,” Kirishima shakes his head mockingly, “everything is not alright. You see,” he continues, inching closer and closer, “you’ve been sniffing around Y/N and it’s starting to get really fucking annoying.” 

Jason tries and fails to contain the surprised look on his face at Kirishima’s attitude. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen the hero without a sickening grin on his face. 

“I mean, we’re friends.” 

Bakugo rolls his eyes, “Please, you think we’re fucking stupid or something? It’s obvious that you want more.” 

“Okay…sure,” Jason concedes, “I mean she’s sweet and funny. And it’s not like she’s hard on the eyes,” he jokes, lightly, “What’s so wrong about that?” 

Kirishima sets a heavy hand on his shoulder, and Jason can feel the cords of muscle tensing, “What’s wrong with that is that -we- think she’s sweet and funny. In fact, that’s only a fraction of what we think.” 

Jason swallows, catching his drift. “We-well wait. She’s a beta,” and although it’s a statement, Jason phrases it like a question, confused. 

Bakugo snorts, placing his forearm on the lockers above Jason’s head, “So? That doesn’t mean shit to us. We don’t want some weak little omega that can’t handle Kiri and me. Someone who flinches when we speak to ‘em? Nah, we want her.” 

Jason shifts uncomfortably under the intensity of their stares. “But what if…what if she doesn't want you back?” 

Kirishima only smiled knowingly. “As if she has a choice.” 

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The three of you are hanging out in your dorm, listening to music and eating junk food. Well, you’re eating junk food while they watch. And after an afternoon of naturally gravitating closer and closer, you find yourself laying on your bed, with Katsuki on one side and Eijiro on the other. 

“I don’t know why he’s not talking to me anymore. Ever since he crashed on his bike he hasn’t even looked at me in class,” you complain, explaining the issues you’d had with Jason the past week or so. “I even dropped off a ‘Get Well Soon’ basket at his dorm, but he wouldn’t even open his door. I just don’t know what I did wrong," you pout, practically near tears. 

Kirishima sighed, “It’s not you, babes. That guy's an idiot and he’s taking your friendship for granted.” 

“Yeah,” Bakugo agreed, “don’t waste your tears on him. You have us now anyways. Who needs the fucker?” 

You flick Bakugo’s bicep, doing negative damage, “Don’t talk about him like that,” you correct, making the blonde roll his eyes. 

“I don’t know why you’re defending him,” Kirishima complained, “he’s being such a dick.” 

“Yeah, I know,” you admit, rubbing your arm sheepishly, “but he’s my friend, at the end of the day.” 

Bakugo sits up on your mattress, observing you from above. “Just a friend?” 

You frown at the implication. “Yeah, just a friend. Like you guys,” you say, gesturing to the two of them. 

The two seem to react with annoyance. “Right, just like us,” Bakugo rumbles. 

You sit up, confused, and Kiri follows suit. Bakugo has stood up from the bed and begun pacing the length of your room. 

“You guys are acting weird. Are you okay?” 

Bakugo stops in front of you. “No,” he responds, completely deadpan. 

Noticing the surprise on your face, Kirishima brings up a palm to rub your back reassuringly. A few weeks ago the gesture may have been overly personal, but the two had grown so comfortable touching you, that you didn’t even flinch. 

“Well since you brought it up, honey…” His hands graze the joint of your neck and shoulder, and the gesture registers as familiar in the back of your mind. That’s where an omega’s scent gland would be. 

Bakugo finished his pack mate’s thought: “we’ve gotten pretty fucking tired of waiting.” 

“Waiting?” you ask, your mind starting to feel fuzzy as Kiri massages your shoulders. “Waiting for what?” 

“For you, babes.” 

You shook your head. “You can’t wait for me,” you exclaim passionately, “I’m a beta!” 

Katsuki shrugged. “Don’t care.” 

You push Kirishima off of you and rub your temples, trying to regain your bearings. “Well I care.” 

Kirishima huffs at your rebuking him, and tries to pull you into his chest before you scramble away to the edge of the bed. 

“I think…” you begin, gulping in air, “I think you guys need to leave.” The room seems to grow smaller and smaller as your eyes dart between them. You feel trapped, like prey. Two alphas cornering you. 

“Make us then,” Katsuki mocks, sick humor seeping into his voice.  

You turn away from him. He’s a lost cause. Your eyes plead Kirishima, begging him to be the more reasonable of the two, but your hopes are quickly squashed by Bakugo’s harsh laugh. 

“Ya’ think Kiri’s gonna help you? He’s even crazier about you than I am.” 

And you see it now, the crazed look in the red-head’s eyes. The one that screams obsession. The way he’s struggling to stop from activating his quirk as he reaches to pull you in again. How his gaze is darting from your face to your neck, practically mapping out where he wants to sink his teeth into you. 

And that frightening grin of his split apart his face, revealing his pointed teeth. “Why’d you have to make us do it this way?” 

A/B/O AU x MHA - College UA  Word Count: 4k  Summary: Heroes-in-training Red Riot and Dynamight have always expected their soulmate to be out on the streets, fighting crime alongside them. Imagine their surprise when they stumble across the perfect little mechanic in their neighboring support class. It doesn’t matter if Y/N is a beta. There are ways around these things. 

You use the back of your glove to wipe the grease smudge from your cheek while blowing puffs of air from the exertion. If you could just get this fucking bolt to just—UGH! You toss the wrench down in frustration before turning to your classmate.  

“Hey, Jason. Do you mind tightening this for me?” 

The boy to your right lifts his welding goggles to turn to you and grins. “Yeah, no problem Y/N.” He grabs the wrench you’ve extended towards him, and begins tightening the bolt that was giving you trouble. “This somethin’ for the big presentation?” he asked, looking up at you as he worked. 

You nod. “Yup! And when it’s done, it’ll blow their socks off,” you reply enthusiastically, beaming with pride. 

“You’re cuttin’ it kinda close don’t you think.” Both of you glance up at the wall, where a large analog clock ticked down the few minutes you had left. 

“I know…I know,” you rub your neck sheepishly, “I just want it to be perfect.” 

He sets down your contraption, now properly tightened, and grabs your gloved hands. “Everything you make is perfect.” You can’t help the blush that rushes down your neck as he stares deeply into your eyes. Jason has always been…forward with you. But he’s a nice beta, just like you, and you’re at the age where maybe you should start looking for a potential mate. He’s not a bad option, just saying. 

“Thanks, Jay,” you smile sweetly at him, gently lowering your hands out of his grip. “You know I get nervous. Plus,” you shake your head to rid yourself of the negative thoughts, “it’s our first time really meeting Class 1-A. These are our future co-workers. I want to make a good impression.” 

“And you will! Why don’t you give the wrench a break,” he suggests, “and we go get some ice-cream before we have to go to the conference room and set up.” 

You give your piece one more once over, looking for any imperfections you may have missed while inspecting it two minutes ago. I could use a break. “Well…I guess that doesn’t sound too bad,” you say with a small smile. Jason returns the gesture before pushing up from the work bench, gritty hands pressing off of dirt-ridden pants. He holds his hand out to you before giving you a cheesy grin, “If I may.” 

You giggle at his antics before putting filthy work glove in filthy work glove. “Of course you may.” 

Shutting the door to the workshop behind you, you stroll through the hall hand-in-hand. You keep your head forward, out of fear that he’ll see the tomato red tinging your cheeks. This is the first time I’ve held hands with a guy. And the two of you enjoy the cold treats on the entry steps of UA, unaware of the storm headed your way. 

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The conference room was brimming with UA students—a combination of both your support class and the heroes-in-training of Class 1-A. If you were being honest, it was pretty overwhelming. You’d heard about the hardships this class had gone through, surviving countless villain attacks so early into their training. It was kind of like being surrounded by celebrities. You log every passing face, testing your ability to remember their names and abilities. 

You stood next to your contraption, slightly uncomfortable in your business casual dress. Sweaty palms coming down to tug at the edges when it started slightly riding up your thighs. Support students were instructed to shed their grease-stained outfits in exchange for something more appropriate to first meet their sister class. 

Rows of your classmates line the small conference room, as you each present your prototypes to the heroes walking by, making casual conversation and introducing yourselves. Nobody had approached you yet, but you’re sure it was just a matter of time. Admittedly, the metal cuffs on your table did look a little unimpressive next to the neighboring jetpacks and laser beams…

And just as the rejection begins to sting a little: “Hey, um, what’s up with your invention?” You look up to find a smiling face and unruly green hair staring back at you. Even though he looks different outside of his hero uniform, you’d recognize this guy anywhere after watching him from the stands. Ah…Izuku Midoriya. From the sports festival. 

You give a polite smile, trying to contain your excitement. “Yeah, so, hi, basically, um, they’re for heroes that primarily specialize in close-quarters combat!” You lift up the two rings enthusiastically, “When they’re done they’ll be able to absorb, store, and redistribute energy, so the force of hitting doesn’t fully fall back on the hero doing the punching!” 

The boy’s eyes light up. “Wow! That’s such a cool idea. Sorry, um, I don’t think I caught your name? I’m Izuku Midoriya.”

“Y/N L/N.” 

He whips out a leather-bound notebook that seems to have seen its fair share of trouble. “Good to meet you, Y/N.” You see him turn to a blank page before writing down your name and underlining. You notice that he’s done the same with a couple other students in your class. “Do you mind explaining how it works while I jot down a few notes?” 

His enthusiasm eases your nerves and you nod, “Of course! I’d be happy to.” You begin to explain some of the science behind your invention and he cuts eye contact completely, writing furiously on the poor book in his hand. 

Finally, when he’s had enough, he closes the notebook and looks up at you once again. “This is really cool, Y/N. You’ll have to keep me updated as you continue your build,” he rambles on, beginning to get lost in his own thoughts, “something like this could have so many implications for pro-heroes, especially ones like…”, and you begin to space out as he talks your ear off. I wonder what they’re serving in the dining hall today…I hope it’s not more of that mystery meat. Talk about gross!

“Oi, nerd!” A rumble snaps you back to reality, as a dusty-blonde intentionally bumps into Midoriya’s shoulder and a spikey-haired red-head comes up on his other side. “You’ve been at this station a while. Anything I should care about?” 

“Oh, uh, hey, Kacchan. Kirishima.” You can’t help but notice that the green-haired boy seems to grow a bit nervous around his classmates, tucking his book into his back pocket. “This support student, Y/N L/N,” he gestures to you, “has designed these cuffs to absorb and redistribute kickback on physical attacks.” Two sets of red eyes, one pair filled with judgement and another with curiosity, snap to you, giving you a once over. 

You rub your arm nervously. Eijiro Kirishima, a close-range fighter. Hardening quirk. And Katsuki Bakugo. You certainly remember him from the sports festival. “Yeah, well, it’s still a prototype. Nothing too special yet.” You give a weak smile, not prepared for this many eyes. You were meant for the shop, not for this kind of display. 

Perking up at the conversation, out of the corner of your eye you see Jason move over from his table, and he wraps an arm around your shoulders. Giving the newcomers a smirk,“She’s just being modest. Y/N is practically a tech genius.” 

You can’t help the shade of red you turn as you gently push him off of you, unbelievably embarrassed at the compliment and display. You notice the three heroes before you not-so-subtly sniffing the air, their eyes glazing over in understanding after not picking up any scent from the two of you. Just two lowly betas. Meanwhile alpha pheromones are practically rolling off the three of them. 

Kirishima is the first to speak after the moment of awkward silence. Decidedly ignoring Jason’s presence, he steps forward with an outreached hand. “Well I’m always excited to meet a genius. The name’s Eijiro Kirishima.”

You grab it, not nearly prepared for the amount of strength he packs even in a handshake. He takes note of how weakly you shake out your hand once he releases it, having used the greeting to try to gauge whether you had a quirk or not. “Yeah, uh, I know who you guys are.” you blurt out, immediately internally face-palming afterwards. Why the fuck would I say that? 

The comment, however, seems to please him, not weird him out. The red-head’s chest puffs out in pride and his permanent grin widens even more. “Really? You know who I am? That’s awesome!” 

You relax a bit at his casualness, trying to ignore the unceasing stare from the blonde boy besides him. “Yeah, and I kind of designed these with you in mind. Just because you, um, you punch a lot? Uh…”, you stumble, flustered once again upon releasing how uneloquent and non-academic you made that sound. “Sorry, I don’t, I don’t have to present my stuff often,” you look down sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.

He laughs and the sound fills you with warmth. “No, seriously I’m flattered. Don’t worry about it. You know,” his eyes meeting yours, full of kindness, “we’ll be working together closely after all. Do ya’ mind explaining them to me? I’m not as tech-savvy as Izuku, but I’ll try my best.” 

Your spine grows less rigid, the tension continuing to leave your body. “I would love to!” 

As you begin your long-winded explanation once again, Jason steps towards Bakugo and Midoriya. “Would either of you like to hear about my project while they’re nerding out?” 

After a few seconds of silence pass, and it’s clear Bakugo has no intention to respond to the question, Midoriya swoops in to put an end to the uncomfortable tension. “Yeah, uh, I’d love to hear about it.” 

Jason gives a pained smile, hearing the lilt of pity in Midoriya’s voice. “Amazing.” And the two step away to his table, leaving you alone with Kirishima and Bakugo. 

It’s not as bad as one might imagine at all. The conversation ebbs and flows normally with Kirishima’s enthusiasm and Bakugo’s occasional interjections. Time flies as the topic quickly steers away from your cuffs and naturally transitions into your other hobbies, your experience at UA, etc. etc. Soon the hour has passed talking among these two without you even meeting any of the other heroes. 

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The next day in class, as Midoriya is packing up his book bag, he finds himself cornered by his classmates. “Hey, Midoriya,” Kirishima greeted cheerfully with a wave, as Bakugo closed in on the other side of the desk. “Mind if we hold you back for a second.” 

Midoriya’s eyes flit over the large boy’s shoulder, watching as Uraraka and Ida exit the classroom, exchanging worried glances and shooting him a pitying look. No escape. He rubbed his palms on his uniform, trying to absorb the sweat to hide his nervousness. “No, uh, do you guys need anything?” 

Bakugo jerked his head down to his backpack. The blonde’s hands were in his pockets, but he looked far from relaxed. “Your notebook. Need to see it.” 

Midoriya jerked back at the request. Kacchan has always said it’s stupid that he keeps a journal. “-You- want to see -my- notebook?” he asks incredulously, pointing at his chest. 

He can tell that this question annoys Bakugo, because the boy grunts and responds, “Yeah that’s what I just fucking said, Deku. Now hand it over, or I’ll take it myself.” 

He begins to close in on his smaller classmate, before Kirishima puts a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. “I think what Katsuki means to say is that we’d like to look at it, maybe take a picture of a few pages.” He smiles a bit, but looks at Midoriya expectantly when he doesn’t get a response. 

“Yeah, sure…but why?” 

“Why does it matt-” Bakugo’s retort is swiftly cut off by Kirishima, who tries to smooth things over once again. 

“You remember that support student we were talking to yesterday?” Midoriya hesitates before nodding. “Well, her prototype was so interesting that I wanted to look over those notes you took about her—uh, about her invention.” 

“Oh!” Midoriya exclaimed, “well okay.” Reaching into his backpack he pulled out his notebook, flipping to the page titled by your name. “Here you are.” 

Kirishima whips out his phone, taking pictures of the pages Midoriya had filled with notes about your work. “Hey, thanks man,” he said, clapping Midoriya on the back, and holding in a laugh when his classmate flinches. “Appreciate it.” 

And with that the two exit the classroom, leaving Midoriya there alone to regulate his breathing. He doesn’t know what brought on this sudden interest, but if he were you, he would run. 

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A few days later you are sitting at your usual table in the cafeteria, with Jason and some other support students around you. You’re all discussing upcoming project deadlines and your bitchy engineering professor. The usual. But as you dramatically retell the story of her making you stay after class and clean, you notice that your friends aren’t looking at you anymore. They’re looking past you, dumbly. Your voice trails off. 

“Hey, Y/N, mind if we sit with you guys?” The cheery question breaks through the silence that had settled over your table, and you look up to find Kirishima and Bakugo approaching your group. 

Before you answer, you give a quick glance to your friends. They’re all giving you eyes that ask, how the fuck do you know these guys? But when you look at Jason, there’s a glint in his gaze that confuses you. Irritation, maybe? Weird. 

“Yeah, sure,” you reply easily, smiling, “we’ll make room.” Kirishima takes a seat on the open bench to your right, but Bakugo doesn’t move to sit on the other side of the table. Rather, he puts a hand on the shoulder of one of your classmates, and looks down at him until he takes the hint and slides over, allowing the blonde to sit on your left. 

“Thanks man,” he grunts out. 

A beat passes as all your friends wait for you to break the ice. “Uh, guys, this is Katsuki Bakugo and Eijiro Kirishima from class 1A. We met officially at the presentation thing the other day. Bakugo, Kirishima,” you gesture to your friends, “this is Allison, Markus, and Claire. And you’ve met Jay.” 

Kirishima nods, “Nice to meet you guys. Thanks for letting us join. And Jason, nice to see you again,” but even though he smiles at your friends, you swear he looks a little…disinterested. 

“Yeah, why are you joining us? Uh, not that I mind of course,” Jason questions, and you balk at his bluntness. 

“Jason—” 

But Kirishima just laughs. “We just figured it’d be a good idea to meet our future support staff. Plus, if Y/N is any indication, you guys must all be pretty cool.” 

Bakugo lifts an eyebrow, his arms crossed over his chest, “You got a problem with that?” 

Jason flinches a bit, and your stomach fills with sympathy as he rubs the back of his neck anxiously, clearly intimidated by the heroes-in-training. “No, no, not at all. It’s just…you guys in the hero course don’t interact with us much.” 

Bakugo tsks at his pathetic attempt to backpedal his rude question. But Kirishima swoops in once again, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Well, that changes today! Soon you’re gonna be so sick of us, you’ll wish we’d just leave you alone again” he jokes, and the rest of the table lets out a hesitant laugh. 

“So,” the red head turns to you, “what were you guys talking about before we interrupted?" You shift, so that his arm falls off your shoulder. 

“I was just, uh, complaining about our engineering prof. She made me stay late and wipe down the work stations the other day, for no reason!” you explain, liveliness reentering your voice. 

“Wait, oh my god,” Kirishima continues, “I’ve totally had teachers that were out to get me before. So basically,” he settles in, “my third year of high school there was this home-ec class and…” 

As he goes on, energetically explaining all the bullshit he got up to in high school, Kirishima is quick to win the entire table over. And everyone, save for Bakugo, who watches over the interaction silently, and Jason, who appears to be sulking, is quickly enraptured by his enthusiasm and friendliness. 

And you too, are swiftly won over by his charm, nodding and laughing along. It’s so distracting, that you don’t notice how their muscular thighs on either side of you inch closer and closer to yours as the minutes tick by, and how all the alphas and omegas in the cafeteria watch the alpha pheromones spill into the air around you—-thickening it in a possessive display of ownership. 

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Over the next few weeks Bakugo and Kirishima get real comfortable with you, learning your schedule, walking you home and shit. And after they’d said goodbye, the boys would sit in their dorm room and talk about you. The outfit you wore that day. The new project you’d told them about. Your plans to hang out again this weekend. How that motherfucker Jason was always flitting around you like some cockroach. With each treasured interaction, they grew more and more obsessed. 

You weren’t complaining though. In fact, you were pretty oblivious. They didn’t seem to mind that you were a beta, which had gotten in the way of friendships in the past, especially with alphas. They all just had this need for power…control even, and their lack of it over betas could be difficult to swallow for them at times. That’s why they were best paired with omegas. But Katsuki and Kiri? They didn’t seem to mind at all. 

And you were beginning to not only expect their presence, but to welcome it. It became normal to walk the halls with one another, Eijiro’s arm slung around your shoulders and Kats carrying your bag for you. It kind of made you feel like a celebrity, being seen with them around campus. It was like…everybody knew you for some reason. 

Sure, you’d get the occasional odd look. Sometimes it felt like everyone was talking about you, but you had no idea why. Have they never seen a group of friends before? Sheesh. 

And speaking of weird, Jason has been acting off ever since you got close with the boys. He’d been hounding you to study and hang out relentlessly. He was constantly staring at you in class, to the point of uncomfortableness. 

Although…maybe you hadn’t been the best friend to him. You should make more of an effort. Afterall, he was your closest confidant in your program, andddd still pretty cute. Splitting your time more evenly could be an easy solution to relieving some of the tension in your relationship! 

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You coming to froyo after class? - Kiri 

Sorry! I gotta pass today :( - Y/N 

Wtf, why? - Kats 

Jason’s taking me to the aquarium! - Y/N 

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Have fun! :) - Kiri 

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Jason grunted as he lifted the heavy box of supplies into his locker, shoving it into the lower portion of the metal compartment before slamming it closed with his full body weight. He’d had to stay late again, working on another project. The worst part is he couldn’t walk with you back to the dorms. He’s sure those alphas jumped on the opportunity to do it in his stead. Fucking pricks. What do they want with a beta like you anyway? 

As he moves to pop his earbuds in, eager to finally go home, a hand slams down on the locker beside him, the loud clanging on the metal scaring the shit out of him. “Hey man, what the fu—”, he began to spew out, before looking up to see Bakugo and Kirishima towering over him. 

“Hey,” Bakugo grunts out, “need to talk to you.” 

Jason shifts nervously, choosing to focus his attention on Kirishima, before changing his mind. The red hair may appear less intimidating, but those shark teeth weren’t exactly welcoming. 

“Uh, sure. Is everything alright?” 

“No, actually, Jason, my man,” Kirishima shakes his head mockingly, “everything is not alright. You see,” he continues, inching closer and closer, “you’ve been sniffing around Y/N and it’s starting to get really fucking annoying.” 

Jason tries and fails to contain the surprised look on his face at Kirishima’s attitude. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen the hero without a sickening grin on his face. 

“I mean, we’re friends.” 

Bakugo rolls his eyes, “Please, you think we’re fucking stupid or something? It’s obvious that you want more.” 

“Okay…sure,” Jason concedes, “I mean she’s sweet and funny. And it’s not like she’s hard on the eyes,” he jokes, lightly, “What’s so wrong about that?” 

Kirishima sets a heavy hand on his shoulder, and Jason can feel the cords of muscle tensing, “What’s wrong with that is that -we- think she’s sweet and funny. In fact, that’s only a fraction of what we think.” 

Jason swallows, catching his drift. “We-well wait. She’s a beta,” and although it’s a statement, Jason phrases it like a question, confused. 

Bakugo snorts, placing his forearm on the lockers above Jason’s head, “So? That doesn’t mean shit to us. We don’t want some weak little omega that can’t handle Kiri and me. Someone who flinches when we speak to ‘em? Nah, we want her.” 

Jason shifts uncomfortably under the intensity of their stares. “But what if…what if she doesn't want you back?” 

Kirishima only smiled knowingly. “As if she has a choice.” 

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The three of you are hanging out in your dorm, listening to music and eating junk food. Well, you’re eating junk food while they watch. And after an afternoon of naturally gravitating closer and closer, you find yourself laying on your bed, with Katsuki on one side and Eijiro on the other. 

“I don’t know why he’s not talking to me anymore. Ever since he crashed on his bike he hasn’t even looked at me in class,” you complain, explaining the issues you’d had with Jason the past week or so. “I even dropped off a ‘Get Well Soon’ basket at his dorm, but he wouldn’t even open his door. I just don’t know what I did wrong," you pout, practically near tears. 

Kirishima sighed, “It’s not you, babes. That guy's an idiot and he’s taking your friendship for granted.” 

“Yeah,” Bakugo agreed, “don’t waste your tears on him. You have us now anyways. Who needs the fucker?” 

You flick Bakugo’s bicep, doing negative damage, “Don’t talk about him like that,” you correct, making the blonde roll his eyes. 

“I don’t know why you’re defending him,” Kirishima complained, “he’s being such a dick.” 

“Yeah, I know,” you admit, rubbing your arm sheepishly, “but he’s my friend, at the end of the day.” 

Bakugo sits up on your mattress, observing you from above. “Just a friend?” 

You frown at the implication. “Yeah, just a friend. Like you guys,” you say, gesturing to the two of them. 

The two seem to react with annoyance. “Right, just like us,” Bakugo rumbles. 

You sit up, confused, and Kiri follows suit. Bakugo has stood up from the bed and begun pacing the length of your room. 

“You guys are acting weird. Are you okay?” 

Bakugo stops in front of you. “No,” he responds, completely deadpan. 

Noticing the surprise on your face, Kirishima brings up a palm to rub your back reassuringly. A few weeks ago the gesture may have been overly personal, but the two had grown so comfortable touching you, that you didn’t even flinch. 

“Well since you brought it up, honey…” His hands graze the joint of your neck and shoulder, and the gesture registers as familiar in the back of your mind. That’s where an omega’s scent gland would be. 

Bakugo finished his pack mate’s thought: “we’ve gotten pretty fucking tired of waiting.” 

“Waiting?” you ask, your mind starting to feel fuzzy as Kiri massages your shoulders. “Waiting for what?” 

“For you, babes.” 

You shook your head. “You can’t wait for me,” you exclaim passionately, “I’m a beta!” 

Katsuki shrugged. “Don’t care.” 

You push Kirishima off of you and rub your temples, trying to regain your bearings. “Well I care.” 

Kirishima huffs at your rebuking him, and tries to pull you into his chest before you scramble away to the edge of the bed. 

“I think…” you begin, gulping in air, “I think you guys need to leave.” The room seems to grow smaller and smaller as your eyes dart between them. You feel trapped, like prey. Two alphas cornering you. 

“Make us then,” Katsuki mocks, sick humor seeping into his voice.  

You turn away from him. He’s a lost cause. Your eyes plead Kirishima, begging him to be the more reasonable of the two, but your hopes are quickly squashed by Bakugo’s harsh laugh. 

“Ya’ think Kiri’s gonna help you? He’s even crazier about you than I am.” 

And you see it now, the crazed look in the red-head’s eyes. The one that screams obsession. The way he’s struggling to stop from activating his quirk as he reaches to pull you in again. How his gaze is darting from your face to your neck, practically mapping out where he wants to sink his teeth into you. 

And that frightening grin of his split apart his face, revealing his pointed teeth. “Why’d you have to make us do it this way?” 

Now that Tiger!Kuna has trapped Lamb!Y/N, he finds himself feeling a lot of things while watching you raise his cub.

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Tiger!Kuna finds himself jealous. Jealous of his own little shit nephew no less. You’re still weary around him, despite him doing you the favor of gifting you his mark. Sometimes when he sneaks up on you or his claws slip out, he can feel you shiver beneath him. He can feel your ears go back.

Not with Cub!Yuji though. No, you’re always scooping him up and doting on him. Pressing kisses against his chubby little face. Stroking his soft ears and telling the brat how cute he is. What is he chopped liver?

One night you completely cross line though. The whole cottage is shaking under the oppressive winds of a raging thunderstorm. Crackling lighting ignites the world outside your bedroom window. And Tiger!Kuna is more than happy to be your night in shining armor. Your soft little body pressed tightly against his. You comfort yourself by rubbing your pink nose against his bicep.

And just as he’s about to allow the bliss to send him to sleep, he hears the distinct noise of his bedroom door creaking open and the light pitter-patter of feet. That damn brat.

“Y-Y/N?”

You stir instantly, shooting up in bed and out of Sukuna’s arms—making him release an angry rumble.

You brush the hair out of your face. “Yeah Yuji, honey, are you okay?”

He looks down at his feet, clearly embarrassed. “No…I’m scawed.”

Your reaction is instant. You scoop the boy up from below and plop him on the bed besides a pissy Tiger!Kuna.

“Uncle S’kuna…Can I sweep wif you guys?”

“N-“, but before Sukuna can bark out his reply, your hand is covering his mouth.

“Of course you can, little cub. Just lay down between us.”

And soon the three of you are drifting off together. I guess Tiger!Kuna can deal for just one night…

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Tiger!Kuna has to teach Cub!Yuji about interacting with prey animals. Like most cubs his age, Yuji is excitable and overrun with predator instincts, and he’s never had to hold back against his big, strong uncle.

But one day, playing out in the forest by the cottage, little Yuji makes a mistake. An innocent game of tag turned blood-bath. It’s not his fault you know. When he locks on something running from him, his first instinct is to chase. His second instinct is to bite.

And while you’re patching up your shallow wound inside, upset that Cub!Yuji is upset more than anything, he’s getting a talking to from his Uncle Sukuna outside.

“You hafta understand that Y/N is not like the two of us,” Tiger!Kuna lectures to a crying Yuji. “She doesn’t have claws or sharp teeth. She has a lot of other really cool things, but we have to be careful.”

He used his index finger to pull back his upper lip and display a long canine. “Because these are made for tearing flesh. And we never, ever use them on the vulnerable. And certainly not people we love. Do you understand, brat?”

Yuji, sniffling in shame nods his head, before throwing his shaking form into Sukuna’s torso. “Mm-M sowwry Uncle.”

“You will apologize to Y/N when she’s ready.” Then Tiger!Kuna encloses the small boy in his arms, and in a rare show of affection presses a kiss to the top of his head.

“It’s okay cub.”

Now that Tiger!Kuna has trapped Lamb!Y/N, he finds himself feeling a lot of things while watching you raise his cub.

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Tiger!Kuna finds himself jealous. Jealous of his own little shit nephew no less. You’re still weary around him, despite him doing you the favor of gifting you his mark. Sometimes when he sneaks up on you or his claws slip out, he can feel you shiver beneath him. He can feel your ears go back.

Not with Cub!Yuji though. No, you’re always scooping him up and doting on him. Pressing kisses against his chubby little face. Stroking his soft ears and telling the brat how cute he is. What is he chopped liver?

One night you completely cross line though. The whole cottage is shaking under the oppressive winds of a raging thunderstorm. Crackling lighting ignites the world outside your bedroom window. And Tiger!Kuna is more than happy to be your night in shining armor. Your soft little body pressed tightly against his. You comfort yourself by rubbing your pink nose against his bicep.

And just as he’s about to allow the bliss to send him to sleep, he hears the distinct noise of his bedroom door creaking open and the light pitter-patter of feet. That damn brat.

“Y-Y/N?”

You stir instantly, shooting up in bed and out of Sukuna’s arms—making him release an angry rumble.

You brush the hair out of your face. “Yeah Yuji, honey, are you okay?”

He looks down at his feet, clearly embarrassed. “No…I’m scawed.”

Your reaction is instant. You scoop the boy up from below and plop him on the bed besides a pissy Tiger!Kuna.

“Uncle S’kuna…Can I sweep wif you guys?”

“N-“, but before Sukuna can bark out his reply, your hand is covering his mouth.

“Of course you can, little cub. Just lay down between us.”

And soon the three of you are drifting off together. I guess Tiger!Kuna can deal for just one night…

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Tiger!Kuna has to teach Cub!Yuji about interacting with prey animals. Like most cubs his age, Yuji is excitable and overrun with predator instincts, and he’s never had to hold back against his big, strong uncle.

But one day, playing out in the forest by the cottage, little Yuji makes a mistake. An innocent game of tag turned blood-bath. It’s not his fault you know. When he locks on something running from him, his first instinct is to chase. His second instinct is to bite.

And while you’re patching up your shallow wound inside, upset that Cub!Yuji is upset more than anything, he’s getting a talking to from his Uncle Sukuna outside.

“You hafta understand that Y/N is not like the two of us,” Tiger!Kuna lectures to a crying Yuji. “She doesn’t have claws or sharp teeth. She has a lot of other really cool things, but we have to be careful.”

He used his index finger to pull back his upper lip and display a long canine. “Because these are made for tearing flesh. And we never, ever use them on the vulnerable. And certainly not people we love. Do you understand, brat?”

Yuji, sniffling in shame nods his head, before throwing his shaking form into Sukuna’s torso. “Mm-M sowwry Uncle.”

“You will apologize to Y/N when she’s ready.” Then Tiger!Kuna encloses the small boy in his arms, and in a rare show of affection presses a kiss to the top of his head.

“It’s okay cub.”