Hey, guys! GOTA is here with our newest installment in the series. After a long hiatus, here is "An Unwanted Cameo" between OOC Izuku and OOC Camie. In this story, Camie, after finally two years and 46 chapters of waiting, she makes her appearance to get Izuku into her possession. What will happen? Read and see!
BD: Be advised! My girl has been playing a lot, I mean A LOT of 'Among Us.' This story is hella sus. You have been warned.
I check his Facebook every few minutes for my cinnamon roll's green dot, then I could engage him in some banter. Between times I did my research on topics he liked so that I could be more informed, more interesting and cooler than the new bitch he called a girlfriend. But now I can barely look. Every other post is of him and that fucking bitch, Nejire, in swimwear. She smiles vacuously from each shot, pouting, head tilted, showing her new tan against her blue hair. I could snap her pretty neck in two.
She's just a toy really, but boys can be so precious about their toys, can't they? I'd be dead to him if he ever found out. It kills me to type light-hearted comments and click "like" but I have to. Anyway, he will be back in a week from his family vacation. I remember how pissed Nejire was when she couldn't go with him and his family. However, she was certain that she could keep contact at all times. The dumb bitch even locked his cock. The nerve of that slut. Poor Izuku baby.
That's okay and I've almost finished installing the bugs and cams. He'll return to well-watered plants and a happy cat (and he doesn't have a pet).
Then I can sit back and gather intel. The more I know the better plan I can devise. Then he'll really be happy, he'll get the woman he deserves, someone who really loves him. That woman, Camie Utsushimi.
I am coming for you, my precious Izuku.
Izuku and Shouto surprisingly were met with a warm, friendly smile from the security guard as they passed through the metal detectors. Both boys displayed their school ID and removed anything the detector would pick up. Fortunately, there wasn't going to be random searches as the security guard trusted her gut feelings about the boys.
This was the second time Izuku and Shouto visited the institution since Katsuki's incarceration. Katsuki was charged with aggravated assault after fighting an otaku at the karaoke bar after the otaku accidentally stepped on his shoes. Typical Katsuki presenting his bravado and demanding an apology from the otaku, he also demanded him to wipe his shoes with his tongue. The nervous otaku politely refused, which deemed unacceptable to the blond, resulting in a fight.
"You boys are quite nice to visit this young man," said the black-haired, cat-eared security guard as she returned the boys their ID. "Quite feisty! I am amazed that he hasn't been committed to one of our finest institutions for the criminally insane."
The response caused a chuckle between the best friends. "Don't encourage him, Auntie." Shouto said as he was presented his visitor's badge. "That would be a badge of honor."
Izuku nodded in agreement. As he was also presented his visitor's badge, the security guard returned the bag of commissary items for their best friend of a convict. "Just another thing to add to his repertoire when he comes back to UA High." He wrapped his hands around the bag. "Wouldn't be surprised if he has a homemade prison tattoo."
"Or a prison mama," retorted Shouto as he snickered.
Izuku declined to respond. The loud bell above them alerted the guards of their presence. After presenting the commissary items to the guards, they went through another security clearance as they proceeded to the visitor's room.
Due to Katsuki being labeled high risk, their sessions would be televised. Shouto and Izuku found a booth in which they took a seat. Seeing the monitor in front of them, they waited until Katsuki's face appeared.
After a few minutes, Katsuki appeared on screen.
Just as they expected, the blond appeared messy and unkempt. His uniform was wrinkled and there were scuff marks on his face. So, it didn't surprise the duo that Katsuki was involved in more fights since his incarceration.
Katsuki picked up the phone and Izuku followed suit.
Izuku spoke first. "How are you doing here?" He really couldn't find a more appropriate question. Quite euphemistic, he thought to himself.
The blond cracked a smile. "Great, Deku! Really great!"
Shouto took the phone from Katsuki. He whistled. "You know, orange does suit you, Bakugo!"
Bakugo narrowed his eyes. "So does a black and white tux with a ruby red rose when I come to your wake, Todoroki." He scoffed under his breath. "Damn baka!"
Izuku took the phone back as Shouto continued snickering. "We came to make sure you're okay, Kacchan! We were worried, man!"
"I'm great, Izuku! Really! Loving the accommodations and the amenities," replied Katsuki sarcastically. "Caged cells, open floor showers, televisions with only three channels." The teen bit into his lip. "Even had a cellie who is going to give me my first enema tomorrow. This is more of a resort than anything." The spiky-haired blond slammed his fist on the counter. "What the fuck do you think, baka?! This is fucking hell!"
"I don't know," interjected Shouto. "I hear that milk-induced enemas are quite popular these days."
"Don't make me choke you," retorted Katsuki.
"Not before your cellie does with his meaty tongue depressor."
Izuku snatched the phone. Although entertaining, this wasn't a mere social call. And as much as he pondered Shouto's character, the session was limited. "Overlook, Todoroki." He returned back to the matter at hand. "Dude, this is the third time in the last month you have stomped someone because of your anger. The last two times, you were warned by the judge and here you are serving a sentence."
Katsuki narrowed his eyes. "Three times? C'mon Deku. Maybe one or two times, but everything can be circumstantial (allegedly)."
The emerald-haired teen decided to refresh Katsuki's memory. "Three weeks ago after you and I were leaving work, you stomped a student from Seiai Academy after he said RWBY was better than Fairy Tail?"
"I had to stomp that dude for telling those lies," exclaimed Katsuki. "Fairy Tail was the greater anime. In style, plot, detail, graphics. Even the women!"
"Good point! Juvia is quite a babe," replied Izuku before regaining his composure. "That isn't the point!"
"Then there was two weeks ago." Shouto took the phone. "Do you recall the time when you stomped our waiter at the dinner theatre after you thought he called you fey?"
"It was written on the ticket," barked Katsuki. He pointed at Izuku. "You were there! You're my witness! What kind of fucker would dare write those lies on my ticket?!"
"F-A-6," replied Izuku. "Section F, Aisle 6."
Immediately, Katsuki's face flattened.
Shouto extended his hand. "And now, the student that stepped on your shoe. Accidentally by the way."
Katsuki became speechless. Even within his synapses, the truth was present. He scratched behind his head. "Maybe I have a bit of an anger problem, allegedly."
"Define a bit," retorted Shouto as he snickered. "And also allegedly!"
Izuku elbowed Shouto's side. "Anyway. Your mother was able to speak with the judge. Instead of giving you 90 days, he is going to give you 30."
"30 days?"
"30 weeks!"
"What the fuck?!"
Izuku snickered and grabbing his side as he, too, now couldn't resist. "Kidding, dude! 30 days!" He gripped the phone tightly. "30 days and attend anger management classes, then he will wipe your record clean."
"Your record," retorted Shouto. "Can't say the same about your conscience."
"That must be a lovely dinner conversation at your house, Todoroki," interjected Katsuki smugly. "A depressed, abusive father, a traitor of a brother, a basket case of a mother, and a delusional sister?" Katsuki whistled loudly. "Amazing that your family hasn't been picked up by a television series." He produced a strong grin. "Or featured on Snapped or Evil Lives Here."
Izuku pressed Shouto's shoulder firmly. The last thing he needed was two of his friends behind bars. "We sent a care package for you. Enough ramen and manga to clear your mind until your release."
"If that human booster shot from his prison mama doesn't do it," muttered Shouto under his breath.
Izuku stomped Shouto's foot.
"Ouch! Bitch," snapped Shouto.
The emerald-haired teen overlooked his friend's plight. "Time is running out. We will be back next week." He turned to see black scribbles over Shouto's head. "Well, at least me anyway." He knocked on the window. "Take it easy, Katsuki!"
Katsuki nodded at Izuku. As Izuku prepared to stand up and leave, Shouto took the phone. "Don't take it too easy. At least put up a fight when dealing with Peaches or Deltrease!"
"Fuck you, Shouto," barked Katsuki before his telephone was shut off.
Shouto delivered Katsuki a middle finger as he and Izuku were walking away from the booth.
Both pretended they didn't see the other male security guard tasing him with a cattle prod.
Five minutes later….
Izuku held the door as they were returning to the main area. Both were placing their visitor's badge on the mantle as they departed for the exit.
"Trust me that I wanted to laugh, Shouto," explained Izuku as he was thanking the security guard they have met earlier. "But, one of us needed to be serious."
"Katsuki had it coming," retorted Shouto. "And trust me there will be a lot of 'coming' coming from him." He snickered. "You see what I did there?"
"Unless you have been playing a lot of Among Us, I would say you were acting 'sus.'"
"Says that guy who watched Tiny Evil and not once pitched a tent!" Shouto blew a raspberry. "Tch! Whatever! Anyway, what are you doing after this? I was thinking about going to a new bathhouse near my house. Wanna come?"
Izuku raised his eyebrow.
"With Momo and Nejire, of course," retorted Shouto. "Speaking of which, how is Nejire?"
What words could he explain to Shouto about the adorable, passionate, overly zealous, loose-screwed, over-the-top, possibly psychotic and sociopathic witch he is forced to call his girlfriend? Since the incident at the bathhouse, Nejire has never left his side since. Or better yet, the daily forecast was an 100 percent chance of Nejire with an 100 percent chance of grabbing-gravel-with-your-knees type of sex.
The emerald-haired teen turned to Shouto. "Shall I let my Small Might, back, neck, or chest give you the answer?" He pointed at his red turtleneck sweater.
"Oh! Sorry that I've asked!"
Izuku sighed heavily. He didn't mean to take his personal life out on Shouto. "You're fine! It's just...it's just...damn!" He licked his dry, chapped lips. "Nejire doesn't even know that I am here. I am giving her the impression that we were shopping for wedding bands."
"Did she really fall for it?"
"Yuyu is in town visiting her so I know she can distract her." A teardrop ran down his face. "But who knows? If the two are best friends, God knows if she throws me on the subject as well."
Shouto scoffed. "C'mon, dude! Two chicks pining for you. That would be awesome!"
"Let Tomie, Kotonoha, or the Sonozaki twins make that decision for you." Izuku felt a tingling sensation. He knew that it was time to pee. "I'm going to the restroom. You can head out to the bathhouse first. I'll come later."
Before Shouto parted his mouth, Izuku injected. "Co-ed and bring Momo. I didn't forget about earlier with Katsuki."
The white-redhead teen smiled happily. "Of course!" He rushed out of the juvenile center quicker than Trump leaving the White House before Biden's inauguration.
He looked at the security guard who politely pointed him to the direction of the restroom. He thankfully bowed as he headed in that direction. At some point, he knew that Nejire would be calling him. He needed to find a suitable excuse on why he wasn't coming back with their symbol of authority.
He meant their symbol of love.
Hey! Rally here! Is that the Izuku Midoriya?!
Yeah, he is here.
Yeah, he is alone.
Yes, I am sure that he isn't with Salonpas and the Pomerarian is back in his cage.
What do you want me to do?
That harsh?! He is just so cute!
Okay! I understand! On it, boss!
A few minutes later….
Izuku was surprised by the entrance. Expecting a piss-ridden, scat-marking, leaving a number for a good time kind of restroom, the floors were clean, the scent was fresh linen, and the music was playing in the foreground.
He nodded to the tune as he entered the restroom stall.
While unzipping his pants to urinate, his thoughts were on his Nejire. Although he was fearful of her nature, he couldn't deny the essence of true beauty hidden in those eyes. She exuded this look of charm that embellishes anyone in the room. She was popular, the talk of UA High. Men loved her, girls adored, many wanted to be with her. If only they knew what fathomed her personality.
He was quite surprised that he hadn't heard from her. Normally, his voice-mailbox would be filled with her savory voice and would be bombarded with texts. Apparently, she and Yuyu were enjoying each other's company. He didn't mind it as it gave him some space.
But, her not badgering him made him feel a bit empty.
Just a bit.
He decided to shrug it off. Today was his off day and he was going to enjoy it with Shouto and Momo at the bathhouse. Maybe invite some of his classmates for equal measure. He could make an excuse to go and grab pizza and go to the drink bar.
He then heard a knock at the stall door.
"Occupied," notified Izuku. He was almost finished.
The rattling continued.
"Occupied," said Izuku. "Ocupado! Senryoushita! Aitithe!"
The rattling stopped.
He stepped out of the stall. He proceeded to wash his hands. As he turned on the nozzle, he heard footsteps approaching him.
He saw a person wearing a medical mask and sunglasses with a baseball cap. The person was holding a lead pipe in their hands.
"What is this," asked Izuku nervously.
"Nighty night!"
He was struck head first.
Silence followed thereafter.
Later….
It was a splash of water that awoke Izuku from his 'induced' slumber.
Upon opening his eyes, he immediately shut it. Didn't expect the bright eyes penetrating his field of vision.
Where am I, he thought to himself. However, it was the throbbing pain from his head that took precedence. He had encountered sneak attacks from Katsuki or Neito, but nothing like this.
A ringing sensation radiated throughout his ear. He tried to focus his eyes from the bright light to see his whereabouts. He tried to move, but can already feel the tightness around his wrists and ankles. So, it was already a given that he was immobile.
Suddenly, he heard murmurs coming nearby.
He thought he was seeing something but was unsure due to the brightness of the light.
A lead pipe? Really, Rally?! I was thinking like a punch to the back of the head.
The boss said harshly, Posey!
Understand this, Rally girl. A fondle here and there and some chloroform. That is what she means by harsh.
How should have I known? I can barely understand her tropes. She calls everyone "fam" and speaks a lot of slang.
Catch up with your slime, Ral! This is a new era! This isn't Chicago anymore.
Posey, please! The Chi is the reason why our slang is known around the world.
That's enough! I can see her plaything is finally awake.
Footsteps crept closer to Izuku. As the people were coming near, the lights gave away their identity. There was a tall, long pink-haired girl who was wearing a mask similar to his Pro Hero Art History teacher. Standing beside her was a woman who he made his acquaintance earlier in the day. She, too, was wearing a black mask. Upon further inspection, they weren't sporting the proper clothing for security guards. Instead, the type of clothing that belonged in a BDSM catalog.
"Wakey, wakey, my little fishy," the pink-haired girl spoke first. Sporting a riding crop, she trailed to his chest. Upon feeling the texture upon his skin, he made a startling revelation that he wasn't wearing any clothing.
"Seeing your beauty is quite damning, fetching if you will," said the cat-eyed security guard. "But it can get quite old after a few hours you know."
"Rightfully so," retorted the pink-haired girl. "Plus, I like my little fishies to squirm." She slid the riding crop around his belly button. "If you catch my drift."
"Who are you guys," asked Izuku worriedly.
The girls looked at each other. Each shared a smile before turning their sights on Izuku. "Let's say we are your benefactors. Or me as the angel." She pointed at the pink-haired girl. "Or her as the devil." She approached Izuku. She lowered her head and planted her nose onto his hair. "God, you smell awfully good. Smells like bubblegum and pancakes."
"I know his Mummy buys his shampoo," retorted the pinkette with a cheeky grin.
"I love a Mummy's boy," retorted that black-haired girl. "Makes him a bit timid and meek." She planted her tongue onto his ear. "And makes him squirm for his Mummy." She felt his flinching as she nibbled on his ear before thrusting her tongue into his earlobe. "Do you want your Mommy, my little fishy?!"
"Aww, I think she likes you," said the pinkette. "She is definitely an angel. The lesser of two evils at least." She cracked the whip. "Me, however, I am definitely a dirty angel. More so of a sexy vixen! A demon, if you will." She slid the riding crop onto his dick. "Freelance for God but do the work of Satan. Hell, I am the reason why Bell Biv DeVoe made their most popular track." The pinkette winked. "But many around here call me Posey." She applied pressure onto his testicles. "But you can call me Mama Posey, or Mistress."
Before he could speak, the black-haired girl retracted his dialogue. "It's quite rude to interrupt your Mummies. Can make a woman like me turn quite malevolent." She bit into his ear again. "Is that what you want?" She took her hand and grabbed his chest, pinching his nipples. "I know what you're thinking. How can that nice security guard be like this? Let me answer that, sweetness. There are two signs to every coin - sweet and bittersweet. Which side would you like to taste?" She chuckled before releasing his nipples. She gave him a peck on the cheek before standing up. "The name is Rally. When you're with me, it is definitely your Mistress."
A sound of a door opening interrupted their talk with their newly acquired merchandise. "Hey, hey, ladies! Take it easy on fam. At least give him time to adjust to his new normal."
Izuku recognized that voice. Upon hearing it, he shivered. His emerald eyes tilted to the source. The long fawn hair was a river as it covered her naked flesh. Instead of her usual cap, she was wearing a black fedora. Black lipstick complimented the black riding crop in her hand. She rubbed the ends of the riding crop like she was polishing an item. Her eyes were drawn onto Izuku's naked form. A hungry look was written on her face.
"Camie," he blurted out nervously.
"Aww," said Posey. "He knows you!"
Camie cackled as she approached the girls-in-question. "Evening, ladies."
Each girl exchanged kisses on the lips with Camie. "Good evening, Queen Camie."
"Good evening, my lovely Mistress," retorted Camie. She looked at Izuku. "Good evening to you, my little pet."
A loud gulp from his throat made the girls giggle.
Rally spoke. "Do you guys have a history," she turned to Camie.
"Oh, yes," answered Camie. "A history. A not-so-lovely past. But, for sure, a lovely future." She approached the nervous Izuku. "Do you know how long I have waited for this moment, my lovely pet?"
"..."
"I know, baby. You're shy, fam." She paused as she decided to have a little fun with his body. She went for his nipples. He hissed but her mouth covered his moans. Posey and Rally couldn't help but be titillated by his compromised disposition.
Izuku felt Camie cleaning out his mouth with her tongue. She brushed every cheek, tongue, and teeth before pulling his tongue into her mouth. Camie released her hands, positioning herself on top of Izuku. She grabbed his cheeks, clinging to it tightly as she wanted this long and overdue kiss.
Tears were falling on both of their cheeks.
Finally, Camie broke the kiss, leaving a thick bridge of saliva between the two.
She licked her lips, savoring their juices. She smiled at the dazed Izuku. "Two years and 46 chapters, my little pet." She stroked her hair, exposing her breasts. "Yet again, it was definitely worth the wait." She snapped her fingers at Rally and Posey. "Rally, get his hands. Posey, get his legs. Hold them nice and tight."
Izuku made another audible gulp as Camie scooted backward at his now hardened cock. The curse of being a fallible, hormonally-challenged teenage boy. "Tee-hee! Seems like your Small Might wants to play." She pursed her lips. "Does it want to reach Plus Ultra by cramming its stamina in my womb?"
He was speechless. Words wouldn't come out of his mouth. His body was betraying him. Rally being a neko was a fantasy and seeing Posey with her big bust, tight abs, and round, supple ass was another. Then, there was Camie. A woman hidden in the shadows like a certain Faunus in previous chapters. Watching him since the 44th chapter, aching and waiting for her debut to make her presence known.
"What's wrong, Izuku? Cat got your tongue? Stiff lower lip?"
Stiff lower lip, questioned Izuku to himself.
Before he could ponder further, the sound of aching moans filled the room as Camie slowly allowed Izuku's dick to dig into her tight pussy. "Mmm!" She bit into her lip, grabbing her swollen titties as she has long waited for this moment. "This thick dick of yours makes me feel like a virgin again." She scooted herself as she could adjust to his girth. "Don't worry. I know what you're thinking. 'Am I on the pill?'" She clicked her tongue. "Of course, not, my little pet! Knowing there is some wannabe cutesy bitch out there wanting to take my man? No way in hell would I not be on the pill." She lowered her head toward him, leaving a bit of space between the jilted 'lovers.' "I am going to make you mine for sure. I am claiming you like a parent does with her taxes."
"It is tax season," said Rally to Camie.
"I demand your flash drive into my software," said Camie as she began to thrust her hips. "Fill me with the proper info," she said teasingly as she continued kneading her tits. "When the process is done, I am hoping for the maximum refund to be received to me."
"Ride the pink highway of love, Dekkun," cried Posey as she used this opportunity to suck on his toes.
"Yeah," cried Rally. "Ride Camie like Haruka does with her Vespa. Fill her with your shooting star."
"Yeah, yeah, Dekkun," cried Posey. "Thrust that drill like you're filling a cavity."
"Or better yet like a prescription to be filled," retorted Rally. She was creating false moans. "Yeah, Dekkun! Give it to her. Fill that description. Give her her bill!"
"He must be Roman," said Posey.
"Why is that?"
"When it comes to Neo, he is wicked with that mighty torch!"
Enough with those damn references, thought Izuku to himself. It's enough that I am being raped. At least can I enjoy it without the damn talking? Sheesh!
Meanwhile….
It was at the bathhouse where Shouto could be found. Initially, he was worried about Izuku's whereabouts. Momo was unable to make it and he was in a need of a bathing partner (to speak with). However, Izuku's absence was the least of his concern.
GURRGGGLLLLLLEEEEE!
Shouto, by now, should already know the feeling of hot water on his face. Never did he think he would be submerged by force with the hand of an unmerciful savior.
The hand pulled him up. He began coughing. "Please, Nejire! I swear that I am telling the truth."
Nejire was sporting a bathing suit as Yuyu was watching the door. The cyan-haired girlfriend of Izuku was a bit worried after not hearing from her beloved in the last two hours. Two minutes was an issue itself but she was learning to trust her beloved.
She blamed herself for allowing Yuyu to take up much of her time. Despite being best friends, her number one priority was and always is her beloved Izuku.
"Shouto! Shouto, Shouto, Shouto," said Nejire gleefully as her forehead showed a throbbing vein. "I know I am being tested by the gracious almighty God." She glared at the drenched Shouto. "And trust me that I will fail. Where is Izuku?"
"I am telling you the truth. I last saw him at the juvenile detention…." His face was submerged underwater again.
"Funny! Never in my wildest dreams would he lie to me," said Nejire. "I thought you guys were going to the mall to get wedding bands. Did my precious Izuku lie to me." Her left eye twitched. "I don't think my Izuku is a liar. If he did lie, then I know it had to be you." She pulled him out of the water. "Why did you convince Izuku to lie with you?"
"I don't know," he coughed. "Ask him! He is your boyfriend!"
"Oh, trust me, Shouto! I will!" Nejire pushed him into the tub. She snapped her fingers at Yuyu. "You can have a go at hand. Mommy needs her rest."
Yuyu cracked her knuckles. "Con gusto, Nejire dear. I always wanted to fuc- I mean have some fun with Endeavor's son."
"Have at him. Break him off to break even." Nejire walked away from the bath as she allowed Yuyu to do whatever she wanted to Shouto.
He isn't answering his phone. He isn't answering my text. The tracking device has been offline. This isn't like my Izuku! My Izuku! Where in the fuck are you, my love! There is an interloper in the mist. Is it that Faunus ninja skank? What about that malnourished Hinata understudy? That Majin Buu reject? What about Keloid Ears? That pale tsundere heiress? The wannabe hero with dead Mommy issues? I swear on Esdeath that when I find the bitch or skank who has my Izuku, she will fucking pay.
"Sweet JoJo," cried Shouto. "Get me out of here! I wanna get out!"
"No, sweetie! You're gonna take it in," screamed Yuyu. "Clench your teeth as I vice grip these nuts." She harked. "Got 'em!"
To be continued….