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STRONG - bakugou katsuki

WORD COUNT: 1.3K

SYPNOSIS: you realising how strong your pro hero boyfriend is

CONTENTS: pro hero!bakugou x gen!reader, fluff, size difference, established relationship

AUTHOR’S NOTE: yeah m posting after half a million years, so what? i havent proof read it but i hope you enjoy

thinking about katsuki getting so so big in his prime, like he can probably shield three or four people from his back alone. and you know it, you can see it but you still couldn’t wrap your head around the strength of the muscle tower of a boyfriend of yours.

that is until one day when you stand outside of his agency watching him saying something to the receptionist and nodding as a greeting before making his way to the huge glass doors to get outside. you jump a lil on your toes as you feel excitement and pure joy rushing in your whole body knowing from this moment till the next sunrise him and his attention is all yours. you can’t help but grin widely, your body aches to jump in his arms, to wrap your arms around his neck and to fill his ear from praises of how well he did today no matter what- until his head and body starts feeling light as if he’s floating on soft clouds you built from your soft praises.

and so you do just that. as soon as he is out of those ridiculously large glass doors you’re sprinting towards him, he spots you instantly like he always does, as if there’s a detector of your presence fit inside his head.

he takes two steps forward with his arms wide open and so so inviting for his and only his baby, and he may or may not have let a chuckle rumble out of his chest despite being out in public and right out of his agency at that. and if you will ask him, he won’t shy away from telling you that’s what you do to him, that it’s how his soul lets himself loose before his mind catches up to him.

you make him lose his mind.

and when you finally leap into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck, feet dangling above the ground cause he’s just so tall, head going right in the crook of his neck, his muscles toned and you feel him everywhere around you, as if all there is in your lil world is him.

you feel him before you hear him.

“hi baby, how are ya doin’?” he asks in his deep voice, as his one hand comes up to brush away the hair strands that had fallen forward in your face while his other is wrapped securely around your waist. and you’re looking at him with the same lovesick eyes from years ago when you had fallen for him and he’s looking at you with equally sweet eyes that will make anyone from around you guys question if this is the same dynamight whose one look is enough to make anyone rip their own heart out in terror before he does it from his own hands.

he waits for your reply just to watch with a brow raised when your mouth opens and closes itself and your eyes start roaming around his broad chest as you press both your palms against it. with your eyes still stuck staring at his chest you tap two fingers twice against him and as if he’s trained, he sets you on the ground carefully still holding onto your waist.

“you okay babe?” he asks once again, brows slightly furrowed as he tries to make out what might have left you speechless like this.

and then oh he gets it.

he gets it when you lick your bottom lip and try to push him back with both your palms laying flat on his chest, you try to make him move, to make him budge from his spot just for him to stand there still and towering over you.

“…wow” you whisper out breathlessly. he smirks before inquiring, “whatcha doin’ sweetheart? you want me to let you go hm?” and he knows, he knows what you’re doing and how you want anything but for him to let you go but he wants to hear it from you.

“no no suki, don’t want you to let go. it’s just..” you take a step forward and hold his arm that is encircled around your waist so he holds you to himself closer, “you’re so so strong suki- i mean i knew you were! but how did you not move an inch when i threw myself on you?” you ramble out

and now he’s smirking all wide showing his sharp canines, “you think im strong baby?”

and it’s like a silent request for you to tell him more, to praise him more. you hum as you look up at him, “i do baby. you’re so strong and i love it so much” you tell him with your whole chest leaving no room for doubt and you watch how his eyes light up and feel how his chest puffs under your palm. if it wasn’t for his brain to still have somewhat of control he would have beamed at you all wide. sure he has been told that a lot of times, hell he hears it after saving lives everyday.

but it’s different when it’s you telling him that.

you start trailing your palms up and down his chest before pushing once again and he grabs both your palms in one hand chuckling, “what? are ya plannin’ to keep tryin’ to make me budge?”

“i mean if you’ll let me..” you trail off and watch as a smirk spreads across his annoyingly attractive face “try your best princess” he mumbles with a low voice, raising his brows in a challenging manner.

the next few minutes you spent trying to move him with all your body weight, leaning on his left arm and then right arm. trying to shove him forward from behind, so on and so forth. all while he’s either chuckling to himself or grinning.

and when you finally get tired he watches you with a little smile as you try to catch your breath

“think i felt myself move a cm if that coun-” a light smack on his peck from you is enough to shut him up and he tries really hard to keep his laugh in as you send him a glare. “‘suki, i am tiredd” you whine out slightly pouting at your defeat

katsuki leans down before he takes your face in both of his palms, fingertips gently swiping along the apples of your cheeks and then he presses a really sweet kiss on your lips, you kiss him back immediately and a chuckle rumbles out from his chest. he pulls back and throws you over his shoulder making you squeal

“i get it you’re really strong suki” you groan out, acting annoyed but he grins all wide knowing better when he feels you touch his back muscles even when you’re upside down.

the next day the internet and both of your social handles break with “pro hero dynamight seen grinning wholeheartedly for the first time” and it’s pictures of you trying all the tricks you can master in your head to make him move while he stands there grinning, eyes crinkled at the corner, teeth on display and everything plus of you thrown over his shoulder as he walks with his chest puff and grinning so bright as if he had just won the battle of his life. and in a way he believes he did cause he has you.

you find him on the couch of your shared apartment, scrolling through one of these articles and for the first time you see katsuki going through an article about him without scowling and your heart spreads love, all warm, throughout your body when the same grin from the picture spreads across his face once again as he stares at your pics surfacing the internet.

if you like it, reblog it or you’re a pussy /j

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queenmoni · 3 years

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If you're fifteen or older an still sleep with a stuffed animal please reblog this.

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖉 | 𝕶.𝕭𝖆𝖐𝖚𝖌𝖔𝖚 | 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢

Desperate to escape the wrath of the all too powerful magick wielding Sizithian ruler, your father sends you off to wed the king of the Protectorate of Sha, upon his daunting request.

For the very first time, you set off outside of the confines of your home, traveling east to resentfully start your very unwanted life. But beyond the walls of your kingdom is more than what meets the eye.

The world you live in isn’t as peaceful as you always thought it would be, the mythical creatures whose stories you used to recall to the children of the kingdom stare you in the eye, elves, fairies and mermaids alike. It was also then that you witnessed the full capability of the dragon’s wing to summon an eclipse as it flew over the land below it. And just like all the stories you knew about; the untold tale of the dragon raid will inevitably lead to the greatest war of all.

✎ Protagonists: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

✎ Word count: 3.6K

✎ Caution(!): None for this chapter

✎ Taglist: OPEN

✎ Author’s notes: I'm pretending this isn't a billion years too late lmao, hope you enjoy! Scrapped it too many times that I had to shut myself up and just say fuck it. Plus I have extra time on my hands so yes every chapter will have its own header >.>

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯. ꀤ⤇

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived the fierce, cold-hearted dragons of Vidin, vicious and monstrous, killing and devouring anything in their path; it didn't matter if they were people nor even animals, wrecking their homes and scorching their lands as they pleased.

Despite all the havoc they created along with them, the dragons wanted to be free, they were always under the order of the Vidian king. He was mean, and oddly enough was even more bloodthirsty than the monstrous creatures, with magick hands that spit fire and flame-throwing dragons on his side. He was dreaded -even by the dragons- for he was an unstoppable killing beast.

The dragons couldn’t disobey him, he was in possession of the horn of Azgaar, misleading them into believing he was the true possessor of the horn, the one and only dragon raider, promising to spare their worthless lives if they bid by his rules. The dragons were led by fear, fear of the king ending their lives if he blew into the horn. They had no choice but to devour, spending their lives ending those of humans.

For all those years living around the dragons, the Vidians got used to their company, some greedy enough to snag a baby dragon for themselves, knowing no dragon would dare attack a Vidian in the presence of the raider, chaining them down and raising them as pets, a true testimony to their greed in wanting -and getting- what they shouldn’t possess.

During the great war all these years ago, the Vidians rode on their backs and led them to fight on their side against the Szithian Empire, so many of their lives were taken, alongside the Vidian king. The dragons lost their family, they watched in horror as the Emperor of Szithian slashed their wings, skinned them, and wore their scales as armor, prideful in spilling their blood, right before he decapitated the Vidian king’s head off of his neck, deeming it the hassle-free choice to perceive the horn that hung around his headless neck. The elder dragon, with the name Vlad bestowed upon him by the Vidian king, was a disaster, a cataclysm, a living force of nature, his fight against the Szithian Emperor was what seized the war, losing the horn that has never been found.

From that point on, the dragons swore to never bow down to a Vidian, for they were insatiable and perjurers, quick to make empty promises and never keep them. The dragons gave up trying to get back the horn of Azgaar, carving out their own island from the Vidian’s territory and separating it from them, deeming it as their den and retreating back to it, it is known for its molten lava floors, with no alive being brave enough to step foot into the bubbling earth.

No one but the true dragon raider, the only one who gets to blow the horn of Azgaar, the one who ends the lives of the dragons, while they are to this day waiting for their inevitable doom.

But sometimes, on a still night just like this one, their hunger knows no bounds, gluttonous to the flesh of humans, spreading their endless wings to fly over to the land of humans, diving low to snatch all the little kids out of their beds, dense enough to stay awake, only to end up as little nibbles for the hungry mouths of the-

“No!” A kid perched on his bed screeches, a loud disappointed boo noise following his outburst, his friends huddled up with him under the blanket cowering when the silent tense atmosphere is suddenly cut short. The candle flame that illuminates the room sways, dancing to the music of the children’s screaming. Settling back in an amber when they quiet down, the sound of one wiping his booger with his sleeve echoing in the room.

“What?” You snap at him, looking at the seven kids eyeing you whilst on your chair, their three beds pushed together to accommodate all of them. They lean closer to you, holding onto the edge of the beds as they balance themselves on it, one of the girls almost falling over, if not for the little boy clutching on the back of her dress to stop her from doing so. “It says so here in the book.” You huff, pointing at a line in the leather-bound book in your lap, crossing your arms back at the boy when he does it at first.

“No, it doesn’t,” He argues, standing on the bed and pointing an accusing finger at you, the children huddled together on either side of him shaking in their shared blankets as they look up at him, a proud expression and a puffed chest, gloating as if he figured out a riddle.

“You've read us this story a hundred times, two nights ago it was eating children who go to bed without washing up after supper, last week it was children who don't help around the house.” With sudden realization, all the kids look back at you with glares, when one thinks about if looks could kill, their looks can, well, tickle you... a little bit.

They all have their mean pouts on, lips wobbling and eyes glazing as their doe eyes look at you in plead, to debunk the story you are reading to them, none of them tutored enough to expose your lies hidden between the lines of the story.

“Yeah well, next time it's gonna be about eating children who talk back, how about that?” You hum teasingly, closing the leather bounded worn-out book and tying it firmly before getting up. The children reach up to hug you when you sit on the edge of the bed, patting their hair and kissing their cheeks goodnight, laughing lightly and reassuring them that nothing will snatch their cute little bums while they’re asleep.

Someone clears their throat at the doorway, the children stiffening when it reaches their ear, all dejectedly pouting and whining at you to not leave while laying down on their beds when you cover their bodies with their blankets, promising to see them again in a few days, chuckling when the first kid - Koda - asks you to promise him to steer away from telling the story’s rendition about the dragons eating children who talk back.

With a final wish of a good night's sleep, you blow out the candle, closing the door with care before you turn around to meet the intruder.

“Your Highness-” Your huff cuts her off as you straighten your dress, fixing your hair before facing your companion. “Yui, you know how the children feel about you, especially when you refuse to change attire for their sake.” You furrow your brows, staring at your bodyguard. “I am aware, please pardon me,” she bows slightly, her armor clunking loud in the silent hallway upon her movement and you urge her to stand up straight again.

“Alas, His Majesty asked for your immediate presence.” She informs you, following you as you wave goodbye to the bowing caretakers of the orphanage, dropping them a bag of gold to help them take care of the children’s needs for the next couple of days until your next arrival.

You stare back at the building when you leave, Yui hot on your heels to assure your safety walking around during nighttime, a frown tugging at your lips when your gaze shifts over to the rundown building, tightening the shawl wrapped around your shoulders when you recall how cold, damp and dark it is inside. Scoffing at how it's warmer and lighter outside the home than what's within its walls, despite the settling of the night. The windows, although present, are very small openings with wooden shutters that are closed during bad weather, or in this case, at night.

You remember the day these children first stepped foot into the kingdom, huddled up with their tattered clothes and blistered feet as they cried by the gate, begging, pleading for a place to hide from the Szithian army, after relentlessly scurrying away from them on the meadows that stretch past the castle walls.

You were barely a teenager when your father allowed them to enter the premises, stuffing your drawstring pouch with assortments of food after supper, distracting your parents before leaving the castle walls, running off to the rundown building deemed their home with the bag in tow, only to end up delivering pottage-soaked bread and vegetables due to the troubles of your journey.

The children wouldn’t talk to their caretakers, opting to wait for your arrival every few days to speak to you about their escape, how their escape started with ten of them and ended with seven making it through, the others stabbed and slashed to death by those monsters. How they cowered and wailed in horror when one of the knights came over to usher you back into the castle whenever they found out about your fleeing, frightened by the clanking of the metal that will forever be engraved in their memory.

The walls surrounding the kingdom seem cloud chasing when you raise your head to peek at its top, sturdy rocks stacked one on top of the other, encircling the town and you always wondered why your kingdom was limited to its cage -for the lack of a better term- when you had so much free land around it. The question rose when you started developing an interest in geography, begging your father for your own map that you could mark whenever you embark on your own journey into the unknown, you won’t ever forget the way he laughed, what seemed in an endearing way then, now just a reminder how ridiculing it was in reality.

He sat you down and proudly traced his kingdom, piquing your interest as your eyes followed the motion of his finger, asking him what lies beyond it. His scoff still rings in your ear, before hearing his words that you now know broke something in the little adventurer that resided within you.

‘Why should it matter, everything the light touches is my kingdom, not like you can step foot beyond it.’

Blinking back into reality, you turn your head to observe the rest of the buildings residing in the neighborhood that seemingly look haunted on this specific day, the houses that have thatched roofs and are easy to destroy. You recall that one incident where you had begged your father to build the people’s houses with stones, like the stones that make the castle walls, instead of the usual timber frames and twigs. Fires were and still are a constant problem in your people’s homes. Because to this day, when you’re tossing and turning in your bed, you can still hear the screams of Mr. Taneo in the distance, the man that was devoured by the flames of his own home, just like many of your people.

Scoffing to yourself when you recall how he started explaining to you stuff that a child your age would and could never understand, how the shaping of the stones was difficult and expensive, how stones were used sparingly, except for the houses of the rich and royals, like the castle walls or the walls that surrounded your father’s kingdom, the walls you never got to experience life outside of them.

You tried to argue about how a just king would try his best for the benefit of his people and his kingdom, otherwise, he wasn’t deemed worthy of either of them -his exact words to you when you were a child, ironically. Alas, that night, you were sent to bed without dinner.

“Did he tell you why he wanted my presence?” You turn to face Yui, catching the way she shifts on her feet at your question. “I wasn’t informed,” she answers, and your eyes meet for a second too long before she turns away, using it as an excuse to guide you back to the castle walls.

You pet the mane of your horse, smiling slightly when it lets out a guttural rumble of a breath at you, then shaking its head when you step back to stuff the book in the pouch on its saddle.

You hold onto the saddles to brace yourself to get on your horse, you throw your right leg over the top pommel while your left leg hangs down, pressing your thigh against the low pommel and fastening your foot in the stirrup, making sure your dress lays over your legs and not to expose them.

“C’mon Kaoru,” you pat him on the neck, hearing him puffing his breath out of his nostrils before he trots back to the castle, back to the stoned walls of your home. You turn your head left and right, trying to catch sight of some of your people as you ride your horse back home, calling Yui when you weren’t able to find them to wish them a good night like you did every time you came down to the town.

“Is everything alright?” She voices her concern, her horse matching the speed of your own, worried at how troubled you look, yet anxious of the inevitable question leaving your lips. “Where’s everyone?” She breathes out at your question, thankful you still haven’t turned around to face her, knowing how difficult it is to lie to your face. She’s already aware of how doubtful you are about her reply to your previous question. She clears her throat before informing you.

“At the castle gate,”

“Why?” You’re alert, back tense as you turn sharply to face her, uncovering whatever façade she hides behind when your eyes meet.

“They, uh, were astonished by the carriages, and um, followed the carts to the castle gates.” She sucks on her bottom lip. “It, it looks like a proposal parade.” and honestly, you don’t need to hear anymore, leaning forward and kicking the stirrup, Kaoru breaking into a gallop as you hear Yui calling for you, the clopping of her horse getting louder the closer she gets to you as the gate guards make way for you to enter.

The castle has been your home for decade upon decade, your own world all on by itself. Yet when everyone turns their head when the clopping of Kaoru overbears their hushed mumbling, your name is on hundreds of lips, you’re more aware of what your world really is, all the endless space you thought you had is now as throttling as it can be. The world that you exist in, as maddening as the truth can make you, as real and as vulnerable as you could be.

Citizens cheer left and right, throwing petals at Kaoru’s feet as you tug at his reins to slow him down, worried about hurting anyone, waving at them softly when they call your name, heat coursing through the back of your neck as they’re already congratulating you, wishing you a pleasant life outside of the kingdom. Your body can’t stop trembling, legs wobbling when you jump off of the saddle, shaking hand barely miss when you toss Kaoru’s reins in one of the guards' hands, demanding he is put back in his stable before you lift your dress to stop yourself from tripping when you speed up the stairs.

Your heart beats faster when the maids bow down to you, giddy and joyful as your lady-in-waiting drags you off to your chamber, demanding you ‘take off that tattered wear at once, you are to make the best impression to a prince if you are to be wed.’

It takes some serious convincing and mutual tugging for you to let her handle you, unlacing your corset and allowing you to breathe a sigh of relief, only for you to choke on it when she tightens another one, before kneeling in front of you to fluff your new dress.

“There, now off you go, Yui is escorting you to the council chamber.” You snort ungracefully, “I know where it is,” but she just tuts at you, fluffing the back of your dress one more time before you leave, you are able to snatch the shawl off of the chair before you do, wrapping it around your shoulders again before exiting, not waiting for your guard to follow, blindingly trusting her to have your back.

No matter how big the castle halls are, no matter how endless the ceiling feels over your head, this time you feel constrained, almost like every step is weighing you down, your gut telling you that you don’t wanna see whatever is behind that giant wooden door.

The clunking of Yui seizes before you reach that door, and you turn around to see her already bowing down, “His majesty requested only for you and uh, the prince…” you’re bothered by her tone, “Prince?” she smiles softly at you, slipping your shawl off of your shoulders before leaving.

“Ah, y/n, great of you to join us,” your father calls, standing from the head of the table -with your mother on his right side- to greet you, and just like you have been taught all those years ago, memorized like the back of your hand, you sweep one foot behind the other, holding your skirt out from your body to curtsy.

“More like dragged to join but go on,” You mumble to yourself, head still bowed down as to not get caught before you stand back upright, pressing your lips together in what you hope is a smile at your parents.

You eye the council table, flinching when the chair’s screeching echoes in the silent large room, finding the one person occupying the round table, other than the king and his queen. The young man stands straight, right hand resting on where his heart is before lowering his head in an offering of a neck bow. Greeting you with a soft “Your Highness.” His voice is as stoic as his face, not leaving any room for you to decipher his emotions, and you envy the way he’s able to hide how he truly must feel, while you already feel your smile drooping.

“His Royal Highness,” A well-built guard announces, gaining your attention for a second, brows twitching at the sound of your parents gushing, before directing it back to the prince. “Shoto Todoroki, Prince of The Protectorate of Sha.” Your breath catches in your throat, you’re not sure if it's because of where he came from or when you take notice of the scar that is poorly curtained by his bangs. Yet, with your instinct, you perform the same curtsy, repeating the greeting to him.

“Your highness,” he starts, clearing his throat after a few moments of complete silence when you don’t offer a reply, the tension palpable as you refuse to let your guard down and continue to stare him down, lips that were pressed together in a smile now slowly morphing into a grimace.

“Prince Shoto has journeyed from afar to seek your hand, y/n.” your mother, who has been silent this whole time, gushes, ushering you all to sit back at the table, both of you on either side of your father while the prince fidgets in his seat in front of you, tugging at his collar to ease his breathing when he feels the three pairs of eyes staring, one of them basically glaring but he’s trying not to focus on that.

“Oh, I know where Sha is...” You assure, jaw clenching and you only then realize that you’re not sure why you’re so disheartened, is it because everyone is already assuming you’re accepting his proposal? Or is it because you envy that he is able to leave his home? Not confined by its suffocating walls, not having his choices made for him, not-

“A very impressive youth.”

“And a prince as well.” Your parents discuss with themselves, paying no mind to the daggers you’re shooting the duo-haired prince as he, after much trouble, pulls out a worn-out scroll from his vest, handing it to the guard that stood by him to deliver it to you.

“What, like this is some sort of deal?” You scoff, voice getting sharper with every word when the scroll reaches your side of the table. “Like I am some sort of prize to be won, like some produce to be bought? Forget it, I refuse whatever you’re offering.” you place your hand firmly on the table, pushing the chair back to stand up.

The change in Prince Shoto’s demeanor makes you halt in your step, a shift in aura as he hisses, an odd sound to be outed by a royal. Yet you pay the noise no mind, flinching when he pushes his bangs back, the whites of his eye nonexistent when the ink in his pupil bleeds into it. The captivating sapphires of his left eye now a golden glare, and you squint at its glint, even with you being far away from where he’s seated. You plop back in your seat, your knees giving out on you when you feel enchanted by it. Too caught up in your own horror to notify your parents, who are engrossed in planning where the wedding will take place.

“Actually,” he breathes a few after he calms down, the indifferent mask he wore now fallen and chipped apart, and you don’t know if his voice is pleading or coercing.

“I am not here to ask for her hand in marriage, I am here on behalf of my father, Princess y/n is to wed His Majesty, Enji Todoroki, the King the Protectorate of Sha.”

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THOMA WANTERS WILL BE THOMA HAVERS

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Hmmm chubby chasers Yuuji and Sukuna Twins

cw: mentions of oral (fem receiving)

Big girls are the only thing these twins can agree on, go on for hours and hours about how the chub fills out their clothes or how they jiggle at the slightest movement. Fav articles of clothing on them is low cut tops, sun dresses, skirts, shorts, bottom up shirts that look like they’ll pop and spill their tits out hm hm

Will live and die as ass men. God lord don’t let them like the same girl or else they’re fist fighting each other. Unfortunately, their taste is too similar because the Itadori twins share one singular brain cell.

Sukuna is the type of guy to stop everything to watch a chubby girl walk by, hitting his brother’s chest to catch his attention. While Itadori finds it rude to ogle, he can’t help but stare too because damn Sukuna is right, that girl does have a fine ass, do you see the way that thang bounce, sheeeeeesh.

Usually they’re the ones approaching girls- after another fist fight. Sukuna usually has the head start because he cheated his victory with a cheap nut shot.

That’s why both of them are on high alert when you approach them- squishy body enviously hugged by your bathing suit, brown skin turned chocolaty from the high sun beaming on the lively beach.

You’re fidgeting and clearly nervous, stuttering a small request for their number- and they can see your friends snickering behind you, probably having sent you over on a dare design for you to fail.

Their plan backfires when the Itadori twins scramble to stand up from the sand, pushing at each other like big dummies and even bigger dummies that flex their big strong muscles while they talk to you.

Hm Yuuji is so sweet🥺 tells you you’re pretty and other million compliments that bring heat to your cheeks, promises to give you his number if you let him pay you ice cream or maybe just spend some time with him. He had yet to let go of your hand from when you accepted his handshake, real big compared to your chubby hand. You don’t want him to let go either because the thumb rubbing over your knuckles makes your knees feel like jelly.

And Sukuna’s mean looking🥵, with a smug grin and obvious once over that let’s you know exactly what he wants from you. Cuts over his brother, says he’ll give you his number and even help you put on some sun screen on the spots you missed, right on the itty bitty area on your lower back that has you squealing when he pokes it, accidentally arching closer to the brothers, give’em a good look of your tits from above and a need to give you much more than their number.

You friends come over to also talk with the boys since they’re so social, but literally get ignored so hard that it’s sad. Actually, Yuuji just kindly but shortly answered their questions without ever taking his attention off you. Sukuna is the one that flat out pretends they don’t exist or gives them the “you still here?” look whenever they called for him.

Either way, the brothers manage to steal you away for that ice cream. Both lean on the counter with big smiles, more brotherly competitiveness gunning for your attention.

“Who do you think is the most handsome twin?”

“You clearly prefer me over this brat.”

“We’re the same age.”

You giggle at their banter, playfully humming like you were thinking it through before you answer that they both were handsome. Sukuna scoffs and leans in, almost like he can see right through you.

“Then who would you go out with?” He didn’t beat around the bush, getting reprimanded by his brother, but he wanted the answer to that too.

You shrink back bashfully, the weather no longer the only thing making you feel warm.

“Is it too greedy if I say both…?”

The brothers’ eyes widen slightly, shared “oh?” sounded out from both their smirks.

They like greedy.

Sukuna is oh so silly and “accidentally” knocks your melting ice cream on your chest, tells you he’ll have to clean it up over your squeal at the cold treat. Yuuji says he can’t trust his “ass of a brother” and has to tag along to help with the clean up.

It’s all just a build up to end up in a bathroom cubicle, squishy body sandwich between two hard chests, hands all over you. Needy gropes on your pudgy belly, on your plush thighs, on your fat ass, and your mind is spinning as you kissed Sukuna, his tongue in your mouth to taste the remains of ice cream. He has your breasts squeezed around Yuuji’s face as he licked and sucked the sticky skin that had ice cream on it. He runs a wet, shiver inducing lap up your collarbone to switch with his brother and shove his tongue down your throat while Sukuna dropped to riddle hickeys down your neck and shoulder.

You gasp at the hand pushing away your swimsuit’s bottom half to the side, puffy lips covered in your own slick.

“She’s dirty down here too. Gotta do something about it.”

“I got it, bro.” Yuuji is already dropping to his knees and Sukuna pulls your head back to smother your lips on his again, swallowing up your whiny moans as a hot tongue wiggled it’s way into your other set of lips.

You’re going back to your friends on shaky legs and with two numbers, and the Itadori twins give each other a high five on the way to the car.

They can’t wait to get their hands on your little chubby body- and it’ll happen later that night after you text them your address.

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