Jockifacation
Being one of the smartest nerds in school sometimes had it perks, I mean sure most of the nerds got bullied and treated like shit by a lot of the school, especially the sports teams, but there were a few of us that were able to escape from the public humiliation that comes with being a nerd
Us top tier nerds, as I like to call us, we’re the ones that the Dean had picked to help tutor some of the more important students, like the ones who parents had made large Contributions, and the sports team, that all he really cared about, the people that really mattered.
As usual, the dean gave us nerds a heads up that a pop quiz was coming in some of the different classes we all shared with the assigned person that we’re in charge of making sure pass
The guy I was in charge of was one of the basketball players, his name was jake
He wasn’t the dumbest jock in the school, and thank god for that, I feel bad for the guy that had Brad, bro might have retard strength but also the intelligence of one.
atleast I can work with jake, might be annoying with his slow ability to grasp concepts and the constant side stories about the team, his latest conquest, how All this school work is pointless cause he’s gonna be a professional some day… etc
Jake was from a small red neck town and Texas and you could tell, he kinda stood out here in California with his accent and very little understanding of basic algebra, I guess they didn’t teach that were he’s from
it was probably around midnight when I finally got him to remember and be able to apply The Quadratic Formula, now Hopfully he can maintain it for 12 hours
“Aye bro thanks for helping me out with all this math shit, if you ever need anything partner just let me know” he said getting up to stretch
I got up to stretch too and crack my back
“I mean not unless you can make it so I don’t have to stay up late night tutoring members of the team because the dean demands it haha” i said laughing and smiling a sleepy smile at him
“Shiiiiit cuz, I got you just put this hat on” he said taking his hat off and handing it to me
“I mean thanks for the symbolic gesture but I don’t think a hat will do much” i said staring at it in my hands
“Just put it on bro, and you’ll be a part of the team” he said reaching over to guide it and place it on my head
“So is that it? Am I part of the team now haha?”
“Nah bruh, you gotta turn it backwards to start the uh, process”
“Start what process? some sort of initiati-“
I said as I felt it start
“Initiation? initially? Initials? No bro, initiation, god dam I had a brain fart for a minute there bruh haha…” I said stumbling on my words
“Bro? Bruh? What’s happening I don’t use those words!?” I thought to myself as my eyes started to glaze over
“There you go cuz, it’s starting, don’t worry, you should be a full fledged member in a few minutes, then you’ll never have to worry about tutoring again haha, the process kills quite a bit of brain cells” he said sitting back down smiling as he slowly closed his eyes
I tried to get up and take the hat off but I could barely move as I felt my mind weakening and my body was in too much pain as it reshaped it’s self to move
I could feel my thoughts get slower as my body changed more and more
“Mhmmmm b-b-bro h-help” I was able to mumble out, able to hear my voice getting lower
“Just let it take its course” Jake said not budging
My long shaggy hair got shorter and receded back into my scalp until it was short enough to fit inside the cap
My acne disappeared until my face was smooth and I could feel my face reorganizing itself, wholes appearing in my ears for some new giant fake earrings
Next was my sweatshirt I wore to hide my skinny frame dissolved into my skin as it looked like I gained 25 pounds of muscles as my arms became swole and my chest became hard with 6 pack abs from years of working out
“No that’s not right, I never spent years working out, going to the gym, I read books all the time and prepared for tests, played dnd with my nerd friends”
“Nerd friends? I don’t have those, I might skip leg day and not be on any teams but they always considered me a honorary member right?”
Next most of my jeans dissolved into my legs as my calf’s gain muscles from practicing in the gym and on the court with my fellow team mates
“Nah bruh, something about this isn’t right bro” I said standing up suddenly realizing I can move again
“But uh bruh I can’t remember what” I said taking the cap off to scratch my head
Jake looked over and jumped up looking concerned and walked over grabbing the cap
“It’s fine bro, we was just getting ready to go to a party, but the bitch hosting it sent out a text saying not to come for another hour, there was an issue getting the alcohol, we all know how much you like to drink cuz haha”
“Oh ok” I said setting down on the couch… some small part of me was screaming not to wear the cap but it was kinda stupid cause let’s be honest, I look hot wearing this cap
I put the cap back on and closed my eyes for a few seconds
I hadn’t noticed how weird I looked since my jeans weren’t exactly gone but were now Jean shorts
Didn’t matter tho cause my jeans morphed into some white shorts with a red strip to match my cap, right after that my underwear morphed into some tight American eagle pair as I felt my dick grow from 2 inches soft, to 4 soft.
“I can’t wait to go the party ima fuck so many bitches tonight” I thought to myself giggling like a dummy
Wait that isn’t right? I don’t get any bitches on my dick, no one wants to be with a small dick nerd, a 4 inch hard on is pathetic.
“Man what was that thought? I’m not a nerd! I’m a fucking jock bruh! And 4 inches being pathetic? Maybe hard, but that’s me just soft, I’m atleast 6 inches hard. never really cared to measure, chicks always seemed to love it when I fucked them, and if they think I’m small, their just fucking loose pussy bitches!” I thought to myself as I started getting hard pitching a tent
I opened my eyes to see Jake smiling at me
“Wtf you looking at bro? You gay or someshit? I mean that’s fine but just don’t try no shit with me bro” I said mean mugging him
“Nah bro, looks like you got some business to take care of, I’ll uh, be in the bathroom for a bit cuz” Jake said getting up to go to the bathroom
A small voice in my head was telling me something’s wrong, take the cap off, who wears hats inside?
But I decided there was something more pressing, and it’s in my pants
I pulled my shorts down to see my dick straining against my underwear, I pulled them down to let my dick flap out
I grabbed it to feel emence pleasure
I could feel something inside of me traveling down to my balls but I didn’t care, the pleasures were to much, felt like I’ve never jerked off before…
It only took me a few minutes for me to cum my brains out, figuratively and literally unbeknownst to my new jock brain, losing what little remains of my nerd personality, and 55 iq points, taking me down from 145 to 90.
“Fuck bro that felt great haha, i don’t know why I came so fast, must just be a fluke or something” I said to myself
Just then jake walked back outside
“Ya that happens to everyone at first when they go though the process of becoming a jock” he said smirking
“What you mean becoming a jock? I’ve always been one dude” I said a bit offended he didn’t think I’m a jock, I’ve hung out with jake for years now!
“Bro, we’re are we right now?!” Jake said throwing his hands up and looking around dramatically
“Uh my room” i said
“Ya and look at it, it’s a room for a nerd” he said looking at me with a look of annoyance on his face.
“Oh god, your right, I gotta change this shit bro, babes aren’t gonna find this attractive” i said looking horrified of my nerdy room
“Dam straight cuz, it’s ok, you just went from a nerd to a jock boy after all haha, it’s to be expected, especially with memory loss of your old life” he said with a smile on his face
“Now let’s go to a late night party” he said walking towards me throwing a arm around my shoulder and walking us towards the door
“Wait, so you’re saying I use to be a nerd? Ew what the fuck bro… is there anyway that I’m gonna turn back into a faggy ass nerd?” I said concerned
“Nah bruh, once you cum after the transformation it’s permanent, your one of us now dude, I hope you like it haha” he said laughing
“Ya I don’t really remember being a nerd but I bet that shit sucked ass compared to being a jock that can pull bitches haha, and good, I wouldn’t ever wanna go back despite what that voice in my head was crying about” i said laughing
“Oh that voice? Don’t worry about it, just like your chance to go back to your old life, it disappeared when you cummed” he said laughing smacking me on the back
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“Fool Me Once” - Part 2
Pairing: Kacchako, Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako
CW: Cheating, Underage Drinking
<- Previous Part | From the Beginning
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Lats and Lads was surprisingly light.
A pleasant surprise.
Katsuki didn’t mind sharing the gym with his classmates, but one the nights when all the guys showed up to “swole up” as Eijirou called it, it turned more into a loud show off contest rather than a workout.
Shitty Hair, Tape Face, Shoji, Zoolander, Sit and Spin, and IcyHot. Not a bad turn out, but—
“Oi. Where’s Pikachu and the nerd?” Katsuki asked as he dropped his duffle bag next to Eijirou on the bench.
“Shinsou and Monoma came back from their undercover mission,” he answered.
“Goddamnit.” Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose. “You gonna need to stay in my room tonight?”
“Nah, he headed over to the Class-B dorms.” Ei finished tying up his shoes and stood with a hop. “Which is why Tetsu and I are having a sleepover tonight!”
“Hell yeah we are!”
An iron hand smacked against Eijirou’s stone, ringing out like a large gong being struck throughout the gym.
“Fucking fantastic,” Katsuki grumbled, making a mental note to wear his hero suit’s ear plugs to bed.
“Did you need him or something?”
“Yeah. Needed to kick his ass on the mat for ruining my shot with Specs.”
Eijirou’s eyes grew wide. “Dude! You had a shot?!”
“Close to a shot,” he corrected.
“How close to a shot?”
“Had her all blushing and giggling and shit,” he said, a small smile on his lips.—
“Probably could have kissed her if Buzz-for-brains didn’t fucking interrupt.”
“So she wants you to kiss her?”
“Judging from her texts she wants me to do more than that,” he said. “I think she’s just one of those shy in person types, ya know?”
“Yeah,” Ei said as he stretched. “Mina’s like that too.”
Katsuki barked a laugh. “Since when is your girlfriend sitting on your lap in the common room and making out with you so hard you can see her tongue down your throat from space shy?”
Eijirou blushed.
“She doesn’t do it in front of everyone!”
“She doesn’t do it if a teacher or Purple Perv is there!”
“Because she’s shy!” Eijirou insisted.
“Bakubro banging the teacher’s assistant,” Hanta remarked. “I always knew you were into older women bro.”
“We ain’t banging and I don’t have a thing for older women,” he snapped. “So don’t act weird about it or anything. We’re just talking.”
“You and Melissa?” Shoto asked out of nowhere, downing his bottle of water after finishing up a set of pull ups.
“What? You got a crush too?”
“No,” he replied, but that ill expression from earlier still lingered on his face.
Katsuki’s stomach started to hurt.
“There’s that stupid look on your face again!”
“Stupid look?”
“The ‘something’s wrong with my soba’ face!”
“This is water, Bakugou, not soba.”
“Icyhot I swear to fuck if you don’t spit out what you’ve got to fucking say can you at least put a skimask on so I don’t have to see you biting your goddamn tongue?” Katsuki stomped over to the punching bags.
Punch pillows, not people, his therapist said.
Shoto, annoyingly, followed after him.
“I don’t think you’re going to like it.”
“Well, I don’t like seeing you look constipated every time you see me so why not just add on that?”
“Because I need you to promise you’re not gonna hurt anyone when I tell you.”
“‘Roki?” Hanta asked, putting a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “What’s going on?”
The pair shared a look, and Hanta’s eyes grew wide. “Really?”
“Oh my fucking god.” Katsuki rolled his eyes and started wailing on the punching bag. “Come fucking get me when you two telepaths get the fuck over yourselves.”
“You asked where Deku is,” Shoto said.
Katsuki kept punching. “Yeah? It’s weird the nerd isn’t here. Did he get fucking sick or something?”
“No. He’s on a date—”
“Tch,” he scoffed. “Fucking finally. Cheeks has been wanting—”
“— with Melissa.”
Katsuki stopped punching.
Which was an odd response considering how badly Shoto’s words made him want to punch something.
“The fuck you mean, he’s on a date with Melissa? That shitty nerd is dating Cheeks.”
“Then why did he skip out on their plans to go pumpkin picking to go to the quirk tech museum with Melissa instead?”
“Because he’s a fucking nerd!”
“A nerd who lied and told Ochako, Tsu, and Iida his stomach was upset?”
Katsuki grabbed Shoto by the collar, the fabric creaking from the force as pulled him just inches away from his face.
“And why would he do a stupid fucking thing like that?” he snarled, “And why do you know about it?”
Hanta grabbed Katsuki’s wrist in warning. “Kat. Calm down.”
“I am calm,” he seethed.
“He doesn’t know who to choose,” Shoto stated, unphased by his growing rage. “And he feels guilty about it. He confessed to me at lunch but we think he’s been torn between the two since the semester began.”
“We? Who the fuck else knows about this?” Katsuki let go of Shoto and turned his anger toward Hanta. “How long have you fucking known, huh?”
“Look! I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, bro,” Hanta held his hands up in defense as he stepped in front of Shoto slightly. “But I didn’t know you had a thing for Melissa until now!”
“I don’t give a shit about Melissa!” He roared. “Does Uraraka know he’s been doing this?!”
Hanta averted his gaze like a dog caught chewing his owner's shoes.
“We didn’t want to worry her if we were wrong,” he admitted.
Katsuki shoved him back and stomped off to grab his shit. “Fucking unbelievable.”
“What are you doing?” Shoto asked, following after him.
“To the fucking pumpkin patch. Where the fuck else would I be going?”
Eijirou stepped in front of him, blocking him from getting to his bag.
“Move,” he growled.
“Kats.”
“I swear to god, Ei, if you knew about this and didn’t fucking tell her.”
“I swear I didn’t know,” he said in that infuriatingly even voice he used when he was trying to calm him down. “But I think we should at least let them tell us why they haven’t told Uraraka yet.”
“Because they’re assholes,” Katsuki snapped. “Move!”
Tape wrapped around him.
“Because we didn’t want to cause a scene, asshole!” Hanta shouted. He gestured to the others around them, workouts fully abandoned for the most part in favor of watching their little soap opera unfold.
Shoji kept up his reps though, smart man that he was.
“Then you should have told her the minute you thought something was up dickheads. The longer you wait the worse it—” Katsuki’s ranting turned to angry mumbles as a piece of tape covered his mouth.
“You all can be fucking cool about this, right?” Hanta asked.
Spindick and Tetsu nodded.
“What happens in Lats and Lads stays in Lats and Lads,” Tetsu proclaimed. “Unless it’s illegal.”
“Great,” Hanta huffed, then turned his attention back to Katsuki. “Look, everyone knows how much Uraraka likes Midoriya, right?”
Katsuki mumbled something along the lines of “Understatement of the fucking century.”
“She’s been so happy since they started seeing each other. Was it really right for us to shatter that happiness on a wild hunch?”
“But it’s not a hunch anymore,” Shoto replied.
“True but he and Uraraka aren’t like, official official yet or anything, right?”
“You mean like registered as dating?” Shoto asked. “No? Is that something we have to do? Do we have to go and do that?”
“No, babe. I mean official like how I officially asked you to be my boyfriend,” Hanta clarified. “Has Midoriya asked Uraraka to be his girlfriend?”
“No,” Shoji answered from across the room. “The girls all had a sleepover in Uraraka’s room last weekend and talked about it. She wants to be, but she ‘understands’ him being hesitant. Especially with us graduating soon.”
“Bullshit!” Katsuki mumble barked.
“Agreed. She did sound a bit sad when she said it.”
Katsuki was about five seconds away from lighting up the tape holding him and blasting his way to Deku’s room the singe the stupid fucking freckles off his stupid fucking face.
“Appreciate the info, but it ain’t cool to eavesdrop, bro,” Eijirou said.
“It wasn’t on purpose, I was doing quirk training and just happened to pick it up.”
“Midoriya hasn’t promised anything like that to Melissa either,” Shoto added, “From our talk earlier it really seems like he’s too torn to decide.”
Katsuki managed to get the tape over his mouth between his teeth and tore a small hole in it.
“Or too much of a limp dick shrimp!”
Hanta rolled his eyes and ignored him. “Okay so, him and Uraraka aren’t exclusive, and he hasn’t promised Melissa they’d be exclusive, and it’s not like he’s talking to both of them just to up his body count so…”
“He’s not doing anything wrong,” Sen said.
“No one asked for your fucking opinion, Spin Cycle!” Katsuki snarled.
“He’s right though, Kats,” Eijirou said with a sigh. “It ain’t the manliest thing to be seeing two girls at once but if your heart’s really torn between two people, what else can you do?”
“Tell them both you’re still fucking seeing other people?” Katsuki countered. “Go with the fucking girl who lights up like bottled fucking starlight every time she sees your ugly mug?”
“Both things Midoriya has to do, not us,” Shoto said.—
“Telling Uraraka would only serve to tear the class apart, have people taking sides.” A forlorn look crossed over Shoto’s eyes. “How horrible would that be, especially with how close we all are, especially when we have to split up once school ends.”
Eijirou placed a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder. “I know you and Uraraka are close, Kats, but they’ve got a point. Midoriya’s gotta make the choice on his own, it just sucks that she could get hurt because of that.” Her hardened his finger and cut the tape. “Sorry about Melissa too.”
“It’s fine,” Katsuki grumbled through gritted teeth as he rolled out his newly freed shoulders.”
“Could be a good thing, though,” Tetsu remarked. “Once Midoriya gets his head out of his ass, she’ll need a big Bakushoulder to cry on.”
The thought tasted bitter. “Fucking fantastic.”
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She texted him later that night.
A bold move, a picture of her searching up Milo Thatch x Reader Fanfiction.
He would have thought it cute, the perfect opportunity to make things flirty even, if he didn’t know. But he did know who she’d been with just a few hours earlier. Did she even wait an hour after their little date to text him?
Thankfully it was late enough that if he didn’t respond she would have thought he fell asleep.
Unfortunately, he was still wide awake.
Ruminating.
Scrolling.
Scowering every fucking social of Melissa’s and Deku’s looking for something credible enough to give him the excuse to knock Deku’s teeth in…
Or knock Peppermint Prince’s teeth in for getting him all worked up over nothing.
Mel’s Snapchat had a bunch of pictures of the exhibits, but no sign of green hair or freckles, and her Insta had a new pic posted an hour ago. Her standing next to a poster of her dad, mimicking his pose.
It was a cute picture, he’d like it and maybe tease her about being a daddy’s girl if he wasn’t incredibly… pissed? Betrayed? Over the whole fucking mess he found himself trudging in.
He zoomed in on the picture, looking to see if the reflection of a freckled fuckwad cameraman was glinting off anywhere, but found nothing.
Deku did like the picture though. Which was not nothing.
But then again the nerd fucking liked everyone’s pictures. AFO could post a fucking selfie and Deku would like it because “villains need love too” or some bullshit.
Had Melissa liked his pics?
Katsuki clicked on Deku’s profile and started scrolling, being as careful as he could not to accidentally like any of his posts.
Melissa had liked some of his posts, sparingly, but that wasn’t shocking. The two had been friends since first year.
Hell, Mel had been friends with the dork for so long she probably didn’t even know it was a date.
That’s it. That had to be it. Didn’t clear Deku from being a fence riding chucklefuck, but it made Melissa less of an accomplice. Surely she knew Deku and Uraraka were thing. She wasn’t blind!
Well, fully blind. Her glasses prescription was pretty fucking thick.
BK: Oi. Ever occur to you that Mel thought she was just going to the museum with a friend?
Half n’ Half: Deku said she asked him out on a date.
BK: Did she say it was a date? Or did Deku just overthink shit like he always does and assume it was a date?
Half n’ Half:
Half n’ Half: Midoriya sent this to me last night asking for advice.
Half n’ Half: I think she knew it was a date.
“You fucking think, huh?” Katsuki grumbled under his breath and threw his phone to the side. He rubbed the heels of his palms into his eyes and grit his teeth.
His chest hurt.
It wasn’t that she didn’t know. She didn’t care.
She didn’t care Deku was seeing Uraraka.
She didn’t care that he was starting to care for her. A small voice thought that maybe she was just as confused as Deku apparently was.
But if she was confused wouldn’t she have given both of them a chance?
She’s a fucking scientist, where the hell is her double blind study? Where the fuck was his tickets and katsudon?
His aching heart made his stomach turn.
And where the fuck was Uraraka’s?
Katsuki wasn’t so far gone that he’d have a hard time recovering. This wasn’t six months down the drain like Camie had been.
But Uraraka — those big doe eyes of hers lighting up like fireworks burned in his mind’s eye — she’d been in love with Izuku for years.
He wanted to tell her.
He couldn’t tell her.
As shitty and stupid as it was Hanta had a fucking point. Until Deku made a fucking decision telling her or calling him out would only cause drama.
It shouldn’t. But it would.
And the longer it took the worst it would hurt her.
Katsuki flipped over and screamed into his pillow. What he wouldn’t give to force the fucker’s hand!
Cut to the center of this bullshit rather than let it linger just to keep up some stupid status quo.
He screamed, and swore, and singed his pillow, hoping that something would stop his chest from hurting.
Stop from seeing Ochako run after Deku, smiling as if he were her entire world, over and over again.
The image grew grimmer every single time.
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