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Ooooh wait i got another idea. How about an smau where the s!o aka reader sends them a nice pic/nude and says oh sorry wasn't meant for you as a prank? Rin, Bachira shido chigiri Kaiser and any other guys you want for this! Thank you so much!

I LOVE THIS, OMW TO WORK ON IT

I love this

based off this post by @75screamingtoads that made me start watching. as you can see my art gets progressively worse each panel lol

I've got to get away and let you go, I've got to get over

"Duke bakugou" you muttered, clenching your dress tightly. It has been a few months since you have seen him and it will be a lie if that man didn't become more sinfully handsome during that time period.

"Uh— isn't this a interesting sight" he checks you from head to toe for a spilt second, if it was any other person they would have been trembling in fear under his gaze. But it's you, his childhood companion, his first friend, his first love.

Twisting his lips upwards, it was a smirk rather than a smile, he knelt on one of his leg. A familiar sight indeed.

Hands reaching to hold yours gently, so tenderly if someone from the entire kingdom heard that bakugou katsuki, the most powerful duke, the God of war was so gentle with a lady they would have seriously thought it was a terrifying joke that if they laughed at it they will be punished mercilessly.

Soft lips you wish to get familiar with touches the warm bare skin of your hands, a shiver runs down your spine. You wish time could stop like this, him touching you by some means and you reciprocating the affection.

But reality is so cruel, you know it, he knows it. So you just close your eyes, feeling the faint touch of his lips withdrawing from the skin he wants to kiss all over.

"Greetings her highness, the princess consort"

The unfamiliar name on his families lips seems distant, and you don't know if you truly miss the unpleasant nickname he had given after your power developed. He is a true bully you will give him that.

"Seems like you aren't fond of the "witch" title anymore your grace" and you see the flickering facade of being smug and almighty break for a second infront of his subordinates, but he is fast he isn't someone who lays his feelings on sleeve, the poker and anger looming expression returns.

A sharp breath with gritting of teeth, you can see his face controlling his emotions. You did that on purpose, he knows it. Just to reminisce the past a little, just to see that he still cares and worries about you before you give up dreaming about living with him, loving with him. You know that bakugou would burn the whole kingdom for you, but you both know there are certain restrains that even if he could break through, you couldn't.

"Leave" a mumble which came out as a whisper but still yet commanding enough to make anyone shiver in fear, at first you thought he told you to leave, seeing his fierce eyes piercing through your soul, mouth formed into a thin line and not a ounce of emotions. Yeah that's how it should be anyways, bakugou katsuki the tryant duke who shows no emotions for any living thing not even his family. Guess he finally gave up on you— like he should have.

But a loud growl following with a sharp glare at his subordinate makes your thoughts of self doubt come in a halt. Scared, quick footsteps immediately leaving his side without questioning any further.

He gaze turn backs to you, taking in a deep breath without any hesitation of prying eyes he finally takes you in with his eyes, it's liking he Is savoring you in his memory. It's like he knows its the last time he will able to look at you so passionately.

His hands swiftly made into your warm Palms, intertwining them and if it weren't for being in so love with him you would have cared if people watched you, you would have cared that your fiance may have seen you. But you don't, not a bit because doesn't your little heart has torn into pieces deserve this comfort.

But more than that, you like the grip of his fingers against your hands, you don't even notice being dragged out into the garden, you don't even notice the air getting colder just after you move past that glass door because you are so dazed by him, by his hair that matches the rays of blazing sun on a hot summer day.

His steps halts, stopping infront of the railings infronf of the garden's lake and you almost hit his sturdy back but you get back to your senses immediately, you console yourself , being swayed by your emotions isn't a thing you should do just before the day of your wedding.

"Can't we just" his usual rough voice coming out in a soft whisper, leds your ears to perk up, you look up to him, his back facing you as if he doesn't want you to see him being so weak, he doesn't want you realise that he is not able to do anything. And being vulnerable was not something familiar to him and it's all due a promise he made to you.

"Can't we just run away [name]" how many year has it been since he called your name like that, so tender and sweet in a mellow tune that you want him to repeat it till it gets stuck in your head.

"You know, we can't" you sigh heavily, head dropping to look at your feet because you are a coward, you don't want to face him even if you know he is not looking at you. Because you know it's like a knife piercing through his heart and you watch him bleed to death, he is in the brink of sanity and you can feel his grip get tighter around your skin but you do nothing, you can't.

You wonder if his eyes are getting red like you, if he is also holding the salty water behind his orbs and if his breathing is also becoming shallower my each passing second.

"But" he finally turns to face you, his chin trembling but you don't dare to look him into the eye. Because how could you? When you didn't have to go around and be his friend, only support in the rough house he was born inside and then take away that only thing that made him feel like he was human.

How could you? when he returned from the war hoping to embrace you so tight but he finds out that the man he went ahead and fought for, has become the same person you are getting married to now.

His calloused palm cups your cheeks, caressing them sorrowfully and so delicately that one wrong move he feels like you are gonna break. He lifts your face, and you finally look into his eyes. The crimson ones which shine brighter than any jewels in the whole kingdom.

Ah— they look more vibriant red in colour than you, bloodshot eyes and a drop of tear trickling down his burning cheeks, short breath and tight lump in his throat.

"But I love you so" widened eyes, while a sob escapes your lips. Shaky handsmoving immediately trying to wipe his tears away every few seconds, while there isn't a stop to it. It's the first time he said that, it's the first time he cried infront of you. It's truly hopeless at this point. You wish you could turn back time.

You lean your forehead against his chest, moving your hands away from his face, knowing well enough after this, you won't ever be able to hold him.

Because how could you not let him go when you love him so much but yet you bare the child of that man. The unborn child for whom you gave up your pride and love for. The small favor became a living burden when you can see it wrecking his and yours life. Because was the sinful mistake truly worth it?

"Please let me go"

Part of the song fiction prompts! I am doing.

I HAD TO MAKE ONE FAN FICTION WITH A ROYAL AU AFTER READING ALL THE MANHWAS. I AM NOT SURE ABOUT CONTINUTING THIS THO. WE WILL SEE.

— blue lock! boys reacting to you accidentally confessing to them.

I.e you accidentally text them instead of your friends. maybe a little ooc so bear with it.

blue lock x reader.

Oh wow. You never expected to see the familiar rooster haired person, especially bending down at a forty five degree angle to get a better view of the cakes displayed in your shop.

You just came back from picking up some new tea leaves delivered by your mom to try the flavours, while your co-woker was left to handle the shop when you were away.

Now, here you stood in front of your own shop, debating if you should enter or not after noticing a past companion

You gulped a little, touching the knob of the door to twist it open but you immediately retreated your hand away when the metal touched your skin, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Your palm felt sweaty and cold indicating you were getting nervous. Thank God, iwaizumi chose to put glass as the exterior or you can't even imagine how you would have reacted without preparing yourself to meet a certain someone.

You grabbed the knob again twisting it this time as you took a deep breath opening the door. You were mature now, way past your university years. You had to face him some day but you were hoping the some day wasn't any time soon. Maybe after you died or sumn should have been okay.

Calming your nerves, you told yourself that forgetting the hours of crying and snorting on your poor pillow would be best, for now atleast.

The ringing sound once someone opens the door echoed through the cute cafe as you stepped your foot inside, causing kuroo's head to rise up.

He didn't look back though, he just stood up fixing his suit a little because if he stayed in that position in his tight pants, he was quite sure those pants were putting his ass on a show. He smiled at the young college lad behind the counter saying he would like to order a large red velvet cake which should be packed nicely. He liked the smell of the store and the calming feeling it radiates, it reminds him of someone. “oh and please make it fast- my girlfriend is kind of impatient" he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Once you hear his gruffy voice and his signature cologne engulfing your nose, the same one he used to put on too much that you had to scold him about it. You stopped on your track, hands clentching your bags tightly. Memories swaying through your head. You remember the blushes, the jokes, the flirty remarks, days spent sitting on his roof while he told you every interesting facts about stars he knew.

You closed your eyes putting a small smile on your face, get a grip y/n. You chanted the slogan in your mind before opening your mouth to call out his name that you screamed so many times in so many different ways, but to your luck of course your obedient staff interupted, the guy was more than happy to let the only customer at this late in the hour know of your existent. "ah- Mrs. Oikawa you are back"

The engines of kuroo's head twisted and turned at the mention of the surname, he didn't know oikawa tooru from the Argentina team had a wife. Was this guy talking about the same oikawa he knew?

The one he met during some tournaments and parties a few times, he remembers making small talks once or twice with him, though— he wouldn't call themselves friends but but one thing he knew about oikawa was that he had tons and tons of fangirls, he knew just by seeing the bunch of girls waiting for him to get out of the five star restraurents that they both attended for some formal parties so they can take a picture with him.

He has still the habit of not minding his own business back from his highschool days. So, curious to know who was the wife of infamous oikawa tooru and why he didn't hear a gossip about it before. Kuroo snaped his head back to met a glossy, familiar pair of e/c eyes.

The say curiosity kills the cat, but in this case his world falls apart when he sees you. He choked, feeling all the air get suck out of him. Locking eyes with the same e/c orbs he adored so much, the same ones that used to sparkle when you looked at him.

"y/n" a really small mumble, more like a whisper which can be barely heard. But that small mumble takes you back to the days where he would call your name over and over again from across the library, for letting you know about something new he found out about the two married teachers hooking up with each other. Though the actions mostly ended up for the both of you to getting kicked out of there and then him rumbling about how the old librarian lady was so insensitive and rude when it was obviously his fault you both were banned from there.

"tet-" you stopped yourself immediately, shaking your head to convince yourself that you shouldn't call him that. "kuroo" you mumbled a little louder than him, a soft smile forming on your lips as your eyes wrinkled.

Oh fuck. That's what he thinks. Geez after all those years how could you still smile at him like that. The contagious smiles that drives him crazy so so much. At this point he even forgets you were married or he was about to propose his girlfriend tonight. All in his mind at that moment was you.

You have gotten more beautiful, hair longer and face a lot more matured. You still had those soft lips he remembered and he can say you have gained a little weight which just makes you more beautiful in his eyes. He wants to ask you a lot of questions. He wants to say a lot of things. He missed you like a mad man.

He opens his mouth to say he missed you, he missed your hands cupping his face, he missed your touch, your soft snores against his neck. The way both of you would plan about the future.

“how have you been?”

You fiddled your fingers in your pocket, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I have been doing good” you closed your eyes smiling brightly at him just like you used to. Placing the bags on the table beside you, you shifted your gaze from kuroo. He is a lot more muscular now than he was in college, but with the same messy hair styled with lots of jel.

“haru take this bag and keep it in the kitchen please” you asked to him, looking back at kuroo who was still busy taking in your appearance. “it's rude to stare at someone” you chuckled, patting his arms as you moved past him. “is it my fault you grew more gorgeous now?" he spat back, feeling the angsty feeling in his heart decrease a little. Not so sure where this confidence to speak with you is coming from.

“aah-you still flirt with taken women?” you replied, tying your hair into a bun, walking behind the counter. The way you moved was more elegant than he remembers.

You hit a spot in his heart reminding you were taken but so was he. He reminds himself that you both weren't anymore teenagers and adults with real life responsibility.

Huffing you wrapped the pastel blue coloured apron around your waist, eyes avoiding his face “is it kizumi?” you arched a brow, eyes on your working hands. Taking the piece of cardboard and a red ribbon which matched the cake. He turned around, tightening his lips wondering how is gonna tell you 'it is her'.

The one girl who always made you feel inferior and insecure. Nights he spent reminding you she was just a friend, now he is fidgeting how to tell your guess was right. Back then he truly meant she was just a friend.

As long as you could remember you always disliked her, she was always kind and cheerful and a little too bright for you. Though she never directly tried hitting on tetsu but you knew by the subtle touches and the lingering gaze she was into him.

But you were past that stage, even though you felt a little defeated by her but you have your own special person now, the person who makes the world seem like a bearable place everyday little by little. You chuckled to cut the thick tension in the air

“you should go and sit upstairs till' the cake is prepared” changing the subject, your hands motioned to the cute stair inside the cafe leading up to a new set of area with private chairs and tables for people who liked privacy. You didn't want kuroo to stand infront of you when you were trying to ignore his presence.

“ah-” he paused looking at the direction of your hands. The wooden stair case with black tinted glass at the end to cover the upstairs view. Several small flowers wrapped around the railing and small lamps decorated along the way. He hesitantly opened his mouth, he wanted to talk with you and know every thing that he wanted to ask you after the day you left. This night could end like this, he could just sit idly and let the burning curiosity being ignored and move on with his life, propose the girl like he planned and try to keep you off mind. Try to not find you in the girl he is with like he did for years.

But he was determined today, he was going to get answers why you left and how sorry he was for not meeting you for the last time you asked for. No matter what or who—

“Mommyy” a voice ringed through the cafe followed by soft giggles and a chuckling of a adult. A small pair of legs dashed past kuroo towards you. Two hands wrapping around your legs with a beaming smile stretched acrossed a chubby face, giving you a long hug. You looked a little exasperated and shocked by the sudden attack but a small smile formed on your lips looking at the tiny boy.

“sorry to disturb your working hours honey” a breathy, hoarse voice behind kuroo spoke in a teasing tone followed with few snickers "but our dear son was nagging why is his mommy so late” by the tone of the argentina's player, it was evident that it was his idea to sneak up in your working hours.

Walking playfully to the back of the counter, he pecked your lips lovingly, parting before giving you a eye closed smile. He didn't notice who the other male was standing in the cafe, honestly he could care any less and especially since oikawa was a man for showing some public display affection. But when he noticed the flickering worry over your eyes when you looked past him he snapped his back to meet a pair of gawking cat-like eyes.

It wasn't oikawa's affection which drained all kuroo's blood off his body neither was it because you have a loving family now, no— it was rather because of the small kid who was smiling at the desserts in display with sparkling eyes.

Anybody could tell with two eyes that the small guy had the exact same messy long hair similar to the ex nekoma's captain. Anyone could tell that the golden brown cat like eyes were the exact copy paste of someone else's flickering fierce eyes. Because anybody could tell that the small guy looked nothing like oikawa and more like the stranger standing in the store.

“mommy can I have another late night dessert again? Please! please! please! I swear I will wash my teeth as many time you want today”

Ah— how could kuroo forget about the same way he used to nag for a late night dessert made by especially you. The one which he ate too much that he had to visit dentist every two to three months for. Seems like you have a lot of explaining to do.

Part 2 : wouldn't you?

¡! Honey trap❞

Sequel of that deeper than eyes meet (pro hero dynamite x pro hero y/n) you can skip this but for a better understanding I would recommend reading this first

Also part of the song fiction prompts

Synopsis : years in a toxic on and off relationship without a label with the the blonde boy certainly makes our favorite protagonist tired, so when a offer to suppress her scandals was thrown at her way, which included being involved with japans number one hero how could she refuse? After all who wouldn't like to have a taste of the green haired man while making the angry pomeranian jealous.

READ NOTE : has some smuttish scene so mdni. Also sorry for the late update since this one was so long and I hade my freaking offline exams after two years so yeah anyways I hope you yall like this, also the green lines are from the song blank space by our TALENTED, AMAZING ADORABLE Taylor swift.

Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things—

"Intriguing that you asked me out" you pursued your lips, putting the cup in your hand down on the table, the lipstick stain left on the edge of the cup and you wonder how it would look like rather on his white clean shirt that he wore for your first meeting or on his pretty pink lips.

He cleared his throat, even though izuku midoriya is way past his anxious self doubting persona, he can't help but become nervous infront of you.

And you are just like the rumors says, breath taking and enchanting and izuku wonder when was the last time he was so fascinated by someone.

"I think you know what's this is all about?" He speaks formaly with a polite tone but you can feel the hesitance in his voice and your lips twist in a smirk that wears the disguise of a innocent smile.

"Ah— the publicity stunt to make our reputation better" you drag the ah a little more, purposefully. And you know men wonder how it would sound like in a different tone and context. But the top hero seems a hard shell to crack and you love challenges.

Midoriya nods his head, he has been single for a year or more now and the public is still speculating that he is still not over his fiance which is the truth but the PR team of his seems to have more connection than he knows.

And you have reputation of yours that your company has been nagging you to change but honestly you could cared any less about it, the real reason for agreeing to this stupid plan was to hit two birds with one stone, you could have a taste of the top hero and make the man you can't get over jealous by going out with his biggest rival.

"Well I hope you don't mind playing—"

"Oh? This is all gonna be a play" you made sure your voice sounded disappointed. Leaning over the table, your fingers dragged along the veins of the green haired man's hand and midoriya's breath hitches in his throat when your sweet and sour perfume enfulges his nose and he is pretty sure that a cold shower won't help him to get you out of his mind.

"Seems like you will miss out the things I could have shown you Mr. Midoriya" and cue to his heartbeating faster but he looks startled when you laugh subtly and lift your finger slightly pointing towards the corner of the restaurant and he looks straight towards the direction. Seems like the tipped paparazzi by your companies came a little earlier.

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Saw you there and thought "Oh my God, look at that face you look like my next mistake"

Second week and midoriya was already getting used to your flirty remarks and even if he just ignores or blushes at your comments. Seemed like your influence was rubbing up on him and the number one hero isn't so innocent behind the locked door.

“You really have pretty eyes” you commented genuinely, eating the sandwich he made for you as a breakfast and he isn't like bakugou, he doesn't leave impatiently after a passionate night of lies, he is different and unlike other men you have been with, he is beautiful inside and out.

“You seem to say that often– do you want your kids to have them too?” And jaw drops on the floor because that was the first time he flirted back and you could already feel the small smile forming on his face by your startled expression and red burning ears.

"Oh ho ho who ruined the innocent deku?" you say louder than you intended to and for a split second he thinks he sees a genuine smile on your face rather than the fake and sly one you give everyone and he chuckles.

"You don't expect me to flirt back after I fucked you on the second date" he clasps his hands on the counter you sat comfortably eating and your eyes tells you are interested in him more than you should be. Such a vulgar mouth for that pretty face.

"Well I didn't expect the number one hero to give into the temptation so easily" you replied back with a smirk leaning closer to his figure, he was looking hot, ruffled hair you gripped tightly last night which is still messy after you tugged it so many times when he went south on you.

"Well I didn't expect you to be so tempting" and he returns the smirk, and you aren't still used to this midoriya but you aren't complaining at all. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

New money, suit and tie. I can read you like a magazine—

"Y/n it's been fifteen minutes and you still are staring at me" izuku presses your thighs a bit to get a reaction from you, but you just press your lips together before rolling your eyes.

"I am just figuring out why did you book a limousine" you speak, today is the day to finally officially come out as a couple after the rumors of you both being sighted together in you fake little dates has been going viral.

And you know that your dear blonde lover has gotten back together with her, and midoriya is a good distraction and he makes you feel happy by the small things he does and you wonder if that is all genuine or just for the sake of the fake play.

"Well then keep looking at me like that" he leaned closer, and the smell of the liquor he had to calm his nerves is evident on his breath but its still intoxicating with his bubble gum flavored shampoo he uses on his hair and the strong smell of his perfume makes it a sweet combination of cherry.

"If you once close your eyes, I will kiss you till you moan" and you don't move a inch, purposefully blinking, while feeling the heat crawl up your neck and you feel butterflies in your stomach after a long time.

It's always the others being your small prey and you being the hunter but the unexpected guy left you unprepared with his soft lips crashing against yours and that's the first time he initiated being intimate with you.

You involuntary pulled him closer, lips and tongue trying to find the their perfect rhythm, he is getting over you and you think the limo isn't anymore exaggerating and rather comfortable when your back lays on the seat.

Maybe a round before the charity gala won't be so bad, nor will the belonging red lip stick stain on the white shirt underneath his blazer.

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Ain't it funny rumors fly and I know you heard about me. So hey, let's be friends I'm dying to see how this one ends

"You seem unexpectedly nervous" and he squeezes your hand before you sigh fixing the messed up mascara by the tears of pleasure.

You chuckle, shallow breathing because you wonder how your dear old companions will react, new person beside your arms but this time you will not just give the paparazzi your enchanting smile but make it official that you are going out with the number one hero. And that's a first, after the reputation you built.

Sighted with the handsome men of the hero industry with hickey's over your smooth skin and seductive smile that keeps them all captivated under your spell.

But it's just the satisfaction of the bedroom till it all dismisses in the morning when you are just left cold, and you know half of the time it's you who breaks their pitiful heart because there is two reasons you don't do relationship or stuff.

First and foremost, you can't get over bakugou katsuki and second, bakugou can't get over her.

And before you know it you were walking side by side with izuku midoriya, inside the extravagant bright hall of a expensive party for the heroes, the infamous charity gala at the end of the year that you missed purposefully for the past few years to avoid some faces.

You wore the tight long satin dress which feels uncomfortable on your skin and the flashes of camera is blinding you and breathing is getting intolerable until the squeeze on your waist is diverting your gaze to look at his emerald eyes and you feel calm.

He bends to say something in your ear, the hot breath of his in the chilly night is burning your ear shell and you feel hot rather than uncomfortable now.

"Hey? Who is the infamous alluring lady of Japan getting nervous for" the statement seems to boost your confidence and you can't help but break a smile when he laughs slowly against your ears. A prince charming indeed.

"Your friends probably" and you did add the s' after the friend, because you know he knows and there is no point in lying after he had the taste of your experienced skin and tongue.

And you see midoriya rolling his eyes and a mean look dancing over his eyes and that's a first too, and he is unpredictably hot when you get to know him and you wonder why his hero fiance left him even. Because you are sure he is the perfect definition for 'gentleman in the street, freak in the sheets'.

You know he is doing this out of his care for his friend, and he does consider you as a friend at this point and he still never judged you once, he does small things which comforts you and makes you feel appreciated and you can't help but let your mind wonder what it would be like if he loved you, as dearly he did the brown haired girl.

"anyways I can't wait to watch their face being filled with jealousy" he muses, cutting your thoughts off, while shifting a little away from you and you both are forgetting the camera shutter and the dozen of question being thrown at you. And it feels magical, you haven't felt like this for a long time.

"Whom do you mean by 'their face'?" You rasp, a twisted smile tugging on your smudged red painted lips, you know he might have heard all of the things by the juicy forums online which likes to indirectly call you a hoe. Or maybe from his dear classmates you dated but he is still pushing himself to know your story rather than believing the rumors.

"Where do I even start? Maybe tonight rather than me being between your thighs, which by the way I love— you could tell me your little stories"

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Gotta long list of ex lovers they'll tell you I'm insane but I've got a blank space, baby and I'll write your name—

Your breath hitches when you watch her in his arms and his calloused hands fits well on her curves and you can't help but gulp when you also see the same look of betrayal on your new partner looking at the other side of the room, does he feel envicious just like you when he looks at his past lover

Envy huh? you never envied someone so much before because maybe before this you got whoever you want. Whatever you want.

And you feel bad because you know the story, you feel bad for izuku after knowing how amazing he is, and you feel bad that both of them can't let go those girls who broke their hearts.

But when the crimson eyes lands on your figure standing infront of the entrance, they widens and you feel for a split second that bakugou is contemplating to kill the man who is holding you dearly.

And for the first time in years you feel a evolving warmth under the cold skin and walls you built, you know you will regret letting the green haired man evolve in your mind and locked heart but he isn't letting the gossip or gasps from some familiar face get to his head.

He is still holding you like a prized possession, even when he watches the painful scene unfold infront of him, he chooses to ignore it and focus on you, he pulls you a little closer when he sees bakugou leaving his date and making his way towards you in his all glory.

And his heavy footsteps are thumping, causing to the turning of heads of numerous people towards the couple of the night, and you don't think anyone knew katsuki bakugou was into you or twisted with the new girl of number one hero. Who would have expected that you experienced Japan's personal top best three heroes?

"We need to talk" the blonde muttered lowly, though his gritted teeth and his fierce eyes are throwing daggers at midoriya as he waits for you to walk away with him, tell him something, anything.

But no, you stay silent, your hand is still clutched against midoriya's sleeves which bakugou is intently staring at and izuku didn't even have a hunch his childhood rival was tangled with you, not that it matters anyways. Just builds more competition.

Sighing frustratedly bakugou clasps your wrist, rolling his eyes while he is pulling you away from the imbecile nerdy guy who shouldn't even be talking to you according to him and your eyes fly over to izuku for a split second.

He notices your doubting eyes, he himself is filling burning tingly sensation under his skin watching him take you away for whatever reason you both have. And he should care less, because it's all just a play right? but the mixture of uneasy look on your face and the jealousy flashing in the pit of his stomach is making him move faster than he knows and his hand is gripping your tightly now halting the steps of the pro hero dynamite.

The blonde snapped his back watching another another hand wrapping around you wrist tightly, in a more delicate way than him he can say, his hands are much rougher and his are more calloused, he locks his eyes with the green haired male, scowling with furrowed brows.

"Let go, shitty nerd" he hissed, anger coating his throat, he looks furious. People watching should be glad that he isn't blowing their fucking heads off, he isn't worrying about the girl in black dress behind him who watches scandalous scene unfold because he is busy looking at you— no he is busy trying to make you stay his.

This is the first time he ever had any public communication with you, and you are not sure if you are happy anymore about it. Because it's easy to realise when he is away. He is like a drug you can't seem to get over, so addictive. So toxic.

"Sorry—" izuku clicks his tongue against his teeth, his other hands moving to untangle the tight grip of the other man, he was persistent to not let go— show his strength but when you also tried to sway his hand away his grip loosened, on cue midoriya pulled you onto his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist and his jaw resting upon your shoulder, backhugging you.

"we are leaving now, me and my girlfriend are gonna be a little busy tonight"

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Stolen kisses, pretty lies. You're the king, baby, I'm your queen

“I thought” you drink the coke in your hand, watching afar till your eyes can take, the sea waves frizzling and stopping just before your feet. “we would probably end up in bed” you joke, the red car's engine stopping as the footsteps you grew to familiar with, leaned beside you on the trunk of the car.

“hey” adding a little offense to his voice to continue your ‘joke’, midoriya pulled out of his heavy blazer. “I keep my word just fine, now tell me your little stories ma'am”

“first you answer, where did you pop this car out of no where when we came in limo” you rasp, aggressively curious on that. You have never been to this side of the beach, it's peaceful and no one is around. Hey, but now that you think about it what if midoriya isn't a nice guy and just wants to kill you and dump your body here.

“I have my ways" that sounded extremely creepy now that he said in a deep voice. You open your mouth to say something to question his fishiness but he really does have pretty eyes which makes him so trustable and comforting.

You mock his "I have my ways" in a squeaky tone, till silence is hanging on the air and he seems to wait for you to say it. Somehow, the breeze of the sea hitting your skin is so calming and you want to open up finally.

"Well" you start, pressing your naked feet into the sand, you wonder how it will feel when the salty water touches your skin.

"There was this bi haired colored boy I met during my third year of work study" you whisper, and midoriya knows all too well whom you are talking about because not only he didn't know you as the infamous first love of his supposedly one of his bestfriend, he also knew all the troubles of your relationship todoroki told him about. He knew all the lies of your relationship. Creepy really he shouldn't have pried over a strangers love life.

"We— we were young, both had their own share of traumas and found peace in each other, cheesy I know, it was okay until she came" that made izuku squint his eyes, who is she? He never heard about a she in your relationship rather as far as todoroki shared you were on verge of breakup when you both grew busy after graduating highschool and deciding career paths.

"I knew we were drifting apart so on the same day as we broke up, shouto was found kissing her by paparazzi" and you remember loosing your mind over him, crying nights over nights because you were young, alone.

"But guess what" you chuckle, throwing your head back at the starry skies, which were shining across the vast sky. They look alike like compared to the emerald eyes, just as calm and beautiful.

He tilts his head slightly, looking at your lips, defined and pretty, even with your messed up lipstick smudged after small wet kisses he reassured your anxiousness with, they are so mesmerizing.

"Wasn't just me who had their heart broken on the same day" you look back at him, catching him staring at your lips but izuku doesn't remove his eyes from them like he would have getting flustered, he just continues to study the features of your face, you miss when he used to get flustered easily.

"Apparently the hero dynamite and shouto were pinning over the same girl so guess who cheated on katsuki " he knows the answer, but he is more bothered by how you call bakugou by his first name, you both never appeared on the news together and it's all thanks to the blond and his secretive hiding abilities of the date locations but how close were you ?

"Camie Utsushimi" izuku mumbles, ah he did guess right— Not that todoroki knew bakugou was dating camie, but he was wrong at his place for kissing the girl on the same night he broke up with you. The complicated spree of things was a mess.

It wasn't right when bakugou and you also hooked up just to get to forget the people who hurted you, but it was a innocent mistake honestly because who would have though that arrogant man was actually considerate enough to make you end up obsessing over him or who would have thought that the hot mess of the hero community would be on bakugou's mind all the time. Addictive was one way to describe your complex relationship.

"Oh" you mumble, looking into his emerald jewel like eyes but you can't read if he is judging your past or pitying you, because it seems like rather than thinking about your history with those people he is worried. Worried ? Someone for you. Strange for you since the feeling is new, many do worry about you but you don't get to see that reflect on their eyes so sincerely.

You open your mouth to ask him what exactly do you mean to him but the sudden crashing soft lips leaves you to only reporicate the rhythm along with his tongue. Maybe you were his friend? A companion? Or was it too soon to think about being his lover.

"Change of plans" he breaks the kiss, a mischievous smile tugging on his face. It's obvious he is trying to cheer you up with the same method you learn to use as a weapon. But 'A' for an effort right.

"I will have to break my little promise"

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Screaming, crying, perfect storms I can make all the tables turn.

"If you close your thighs one more time, I will stop" not making eye contact, one veiny hand of izuku midoriya was gripping the steering wheel tightly still. You just don't seem to figure out why the other one was plunging inside you mercilessly.

"Geez" you whispered out, your head leaning on the window panel, the heavy breath escaping your mouth creating a pattern of fog on the glass. "your leather seat will be ruined" and you wonder how you are able to still form words as by each passing second the rhythm of his fingers is getting faster.

He hummed, glancing at your for a spilt second and right at that moment you can see that the upright, naive man on whom the whole japan is dependent on doesn't have a ounce of innocence on his face, rather a hint of evil glowing under the green orbs as the movements of his fingers came to a halt. He better not be teasing you.

"You think so?" He licks his lower lips, sarcasm filled in his voice and you are wondering if it is worth to leave his car right now and find your way with few toys because your patience is sure running thin.

His muscles contracted as the thumb started stimulating you with the lazy circles he presses on your clit, you move forward to get more friction. But man is a Satan, the emptiness you feel once the two fingers inside you gets removed too. A glare thrown at his smug face and he only continues to smile. A evil tyrannical smile.

"C'mon izuku" you huff frustrated, you were gonna complain more to him but a gasp gets stuck in your throat as suddenly three digits of something pushes through your folds, the feeling of being filled returning with the thickness of his fingers.

The car stops at the corner of the highway. One thing you learnt about him is that he doesn't give a chance to complain, and if you by chance do have one he does sudden unexplainable things to shut u off.

He leans from his seat, taking on hand in his palm, pulling it closer to his mouth. He kisses the fingertips of your fingers, that ceases the burning sensation between your thighs, you head is in cloud nine with each thrust, the warm liquid oozing out, indeed ruining his expensive seat.

Clipping off the seat belt, he pulls your closer by the arm and only when in this intimate moments you come to realise how strong his strength is. The way he grips your waist and just to pull you over his body, you won't admit it easily but by the way he manstrangles you, you can bet he can efficiently pick this car up without using his quirk. Mental note to tell him to carry heavy things so you can see how his muscle flex.

The sudden ripping sound of the fabric takes your mind off your perverted thoughts, you look down to see your read silk panties being separated from your body and as usual before you can complain about how much the branded thing costed you, the thrust of his hands clouds your mind with the new stimulation.

"Backseat?"

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"Oh my God who is she" I get drunk on jealousy but you will come back each time you leave

"Why are you even mad?" Izuku comments, his hands is tightening around the knob of the door, prepared to leave and give up, after you have been pushing him away for the past few days.

"I am not" you mumble back in a whisper, looking out of the window rather than his tall frame infront of the door.

Why do you even care when izuku was laughing with her, you only dislike the fawn haired girl when did you even start comparing yourself with the hero uravity. The one and only infamous ex of izuku midoriya. You don't like how he is evolving in your mind, it was nice when he was just a distraction.

"Alright" he speaks, his monotone voice had a hint of defeat, he turns on his heels closing the door behind as the footsteps evolves in your mind. You don't want him to be like bakugou, isn't he supposed to be different?

Last Sunday weekend was reportedly one of your 'fake dates'. And it was never boring with izuku, people would think it is but each time you meet you look forward to the scent of new flowers you will discover.

More precisely you look forward to the rambling of the pro hero who gets excited about telling you new flower facts, he wasn't just a hero loving nerd, turns out he loves flowers too. But little do you know more that the excitement behind his eyes is not because of the flowers he talks about.

Rather, he gets excited when he notices how intrigued you are by the new discoveries, more precisely how your all attention is on him at the moment, It leaves a fuzzy feeling in stomach but that particular day it diminished as soon as he made eye contact with the familiar deep browns eyes.

Eyes that supported him when he was vulnerable, eyes which loved him through his hardships, eyes that cried with when he was broken and also the same eyes that left with bare to no emotion holding in it, the love izuku held for ochako uraraka ran deeper than the ocean.

The puppy love back from when he was a teenager which turned into something so meaningful, something so significant in his life that when she decided to end things he felt like the other half of him was being extracted. So how can he not stop and feel all the rollercoaster of emotion swirling in his body.

Biting his lower so hard that he could taste the metallic sweetness in his tongue, confused was a way to explain his situation. The ringing of the voice calling his name so cheerfully takes him back to past.

Izuku midoriya was trying to comprehend what she was saying? When did he she come so close to where she stood? How come he was returning the smile when she laughed and acted like she was reuniting with an old friend. Was her feelings so shallow for him that she couldn't feel the shrinking sensation of heartbreak like nothing happened.

He was a little irrated, in public yes they could act they were on good terms but act this friendly, in fact while he is holding your hands. Your hands which gives him a warmth of comfort. You— wait you.

You were there with him and he felt a kick of guilt on his stomach for whatever reason he can't figure because he shouldn't feel guilty since it's a play right? But the haunting look in your eyes when he turned to look at your face, the blurry words of the brown haired girl coming to an halt and izuku felt his heart pang.

You wore your usual emotionless expression but he knew the secrets you shared. It is indeed true that sharing embarrassing secrets makes two people come closer so he felt the terror and anxiety by the slight turbulence on your lower lips. Your twitching fingers trying to hide themselves behind your figure.

That image has been stuck in his mind, so even when he asks what's wrong— he knows exactly what's wrong. He knows you are distancing yourself from him, not to get attached, not to have him on your mind, not to have him on your heart. It's too soon to be this much emotionally invested isn't it?

Now that he stands waiting for the elevator after exiting your apartment, he feels like he shouldn't just leave like this because he is not sure if it's the enchanting charm you have when you bite his neck which leaves him breathless and with a boner or its the way you try to suppress your smile when he makes a unfunny joke.

Is it the same obsessesion bakugou felt towards you, because he doesn't want to stand on the same grounds with him and hurt you, was he willing to start over once again just to see the twinkle in your eyes each time you opened his fridge when it had ice cream.

And with the arriving elevator sound he steps in, sighing as he watches the door closing and his mind runs million miles per second. Because he knows already that you are so much more worth to him than the fear of commitment. Even if it means to go through hell again, it's way better to experience the heaven with you before.

He doesn't want to have regrets or let a crack form in your relationship. He will let you play with him as much as your hearts content, uncertainty in your throat can be erased, he will make sure of it.

Thus concludes the reason why he is kissing you being breathless after running to you again, hands intertwined, your hair a mess with red eyes. It feels new to you since it's the first time someone returns when you want them to.

You don't want to stand on two boats which will only lead to your drowning. So maybe for and him, it will be worth it?

"You drive me insane" he breaks from the kiss leaving you to gasp for air, a idiotic smile is stuck on his face. He is a fool to choose you. But so are you.

"I suppose that's something we have in common" you chip, fingertips digging into his arms, while cradling yourself on his lap and he can feel the smug smile on your face. As if you didn't just confess to him. That's a first coming from you.

"Why are you so addicting" he draws you closer, hands wrapped around your chin pulling you for a another aimless kiss.

Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

I COULD HAVE ADDED THE SMUT PART BUT I CHOSE NOT TO. SUCKS TO BE YALL TRULY 😞✋

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“that escalated quickly”

Suna rintarou x fem!reader

Synopsis : you ask your childhood friend to show his pp due to a certain encounter.

cw : —smut, oral [f.receiving], cervix bruising, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, fingering, degradation + praising [names called —pretty whore, doll], masochism, sadism, dacryphilia [suna likes seeing you cry], mean¡dom suna.

Note : you don't have to read the series to read the smut, stay horny friends. mdni.

↳ part : 1, ↳ part : 2, ↳ part : 3

“oh what's this?” then corner of his lips curled up, a sinister smirk and you know you got yourself tangled in a spider web, there is no backing out. “don't get shy on me now y/n, eyes on me”

Listen, it would have been really easy to keep your eyes on him but not like this

you are panting, you can't focus like this, he is so mean, suna's hand were gripped around your thighs so tightly that you know their will be marks left, both over his shoulder.

his pointy tongue has been making small circles around your bud, painfully lazily, painfully slowly. while his fingers? They held a ruthless pace, the long pale ones which were hitting you right on your gspot.

Your breaths are so shallow, with each and every strike against your gspot, with stripe of his long tongue against your perky clit, you feel the bliss, you will cum like this, your head is thrown back.

A little more push and you will be over, your eyes keep clenching due to jolts of pleasure everytime his finger moves a bit higher, and the most lustful things was how his eyes were directly observing every expression of your face.

a fox? Yeah they were smart and sneaky but suna, he isn't a fox he is a snake, his slanted eyes never leaves your face, you can see how his tongue flattens over your clit and how his lips wraps around your already swollen bud, to suck even more harshly.

he is enjoying your pain and pleasure, he is enjoying how tears were brimming in your eyes just to follow his words, he is enjoying how flustered you look every time you are about to let the knot in your stomach go, but just as it about to happen

he removes his hands, he removes his tongue and replaces your heat with a smile on his lips, a grin, a evil one.

“fuck— stop being a bitch” you stutter out, and you know shouldn't have said that when he is in control but he wouldn't mind that right he is your friend for year— his tongue is poking his cheek at your words, it seems so dangerous.

“a bitch you say?” he undoes his sweats and finally after the cruel hours of you imaging it, over and over again your eyes lands on his dick, oozing with a little precum, it looks a little bigger than last time, a little harder maybe.

“weren't you the one who was acting like a bitch in heat, all this while begging me to fuck you over” he scoffs, raising his eyebrows when you shudder hearing his words.

“don't tell me being humiliated gets you off” his hands pulls you abruptly closer by your thighs, to the edge of the bed, his lips twisted and amused, so close, a little more and you will be rubbing against him.

suna smells like being high in summer afternoon, intoxicating and mind enfulging, his one hand rests on your waist, closer to your mounds. he bents a little lower and you don't mean to whine but you do, he rubs his member on your core forming slow little shapes. “let's play a guessing game, we guess what turns us on, I will go first”

He slips in without a warning, you have imagined it more than you would like to admit but nothing could prepare you to hold his length, he isn't halfway through and you are filled, you moan loud enough that you know if you anyone was in the hallways they could hear you.

suna is not one to make noise in bed, but he can't help but curse at how tight you were, yeah maybe he was a little to big for you but that doesn't mean he wouldn't make you fit for him.

“you are a masochist” he slams in again and you scream, the stretch is too much for you, the pain is greater par with the pleasure but that doesn't make suna stop, so cute crying like that— who would have thought he could fuck his neighbors daughter so well, the one who trusted him to take care of you? Is now fucking you like you are his own personal doll.

He asks for your assumption, but your are blabbing mess the only thing you could do was moan more loudly as his pace started to increase, he is hitting your cervix already—

“moans? you got this right, pretty moans from a pretty whore” he hovers over you, leaning in right below your neck, his teeth sinks on your mound, away from your nipples but enough to make whine.

His hands move to grip you by your neck, veins popping out as he tightens it and your cloudy mind comes to a halt, he grunts feeling you clench down on him as he grips your neck more tightly, breaths shallow for you that your face becomes red, you feel like you will pass out

“choking” he seems proud, eyes intently watching your fucked out face. The tears that were threatening to come out of your eyes, once he moves faster, the water break loose and tears glides down your cheek. His hits were accurate, how could be so fast and not sloppy.

“aww are you crying?” he smirks, leaning in, mere inches away from your face, his hands that were wrapped around your neck finally let's you breath and grips your jaw, you were expecting a kiss, a slower pace when he inched more closer but he licked, he licked your tears away that escaped your eyes.

“guess your tears turn me on too” and you don't mean to shudder or clench around him at his words, but he feels the clench around his pulsating member ramming your heat, it's so hot— you like this under him, you feel friction against your walls, the knot in your stomach hanging just to let it go.

His pelvis keeps rubbing your clit, the accurate sharp hitting of his dick against your cervix leaves a burning sensation, it's bruised definitely, the muscle on his inside you keeps getting hard with each rub against your gspot, you will cum, you will cum.

“cumming” you manage to mumble out, your back is arched, and as you feel the rush pooling out of with the little rub against your clit his finger pressed on, your toe curls and you gush out against his member.

His pace gets a little sloppy as he feels your walls tightening more, his head thrown back as a small mewl of your names leaves his lips. That is gonna be painted in your mind forever.

But instead of him slowing down or rushing his escape that he feels around him, the warm hot hole which keeps squeezing him, his thumb moves to your perky nub and rubs, he lowers his face putting your nipple between in his teeth only to press down on it roughly.

“no, no too much ahh—” you moan out, slurring between your words. he sucks on your nipples more harshly, rolling the tip with his tongue, suna is clouded with being in you— the pleasure and satisfaction after having you after days and days of wet dreams

The warmth is finally satisfying, it finally feels complete and each thrust even if he pretends to be control, he is loosing it, he is loosing himself in you— fuck it,

you look so pretty under him shivering, like you are just a mess and only have him to guide you out, he crossed the friends line and if that means he gets to see such a pretty view under him, he will do it all over again.

Faster and sloppiler pace as he watches your eyes roll back due to the overstimulation all over again, he gets ready to move out and cum on your stomach but, the small mewl when you say 'inside' had his hips rolling in a new angle.

He grips your thigh, putting it over his shoulder, his thoughts stuck in his throat before it could finally reach his conscience, with another accurate push against your gspot, with another harsh hit on your cervix and with another clench by you, he paints your walls white.

Hot spurts of seed shooting inside you, the warmth alone makes you cum again with the overstimulation of your little nub, he places a sloppy kiss on your lips before pulling out.

Collapsing on the sheet beside you, you huff out— letting your breath catch, the fast orgasm still has your mind fuzzy.

You turn to look at suna, not as wrecked or visibly exhausted like you but he is panting, the hair is sticking to his forehead and his eyes are closed, the sweat is making his skin glow, he looks so hot. Did you just fuck this guy?

“hey,” you mumble, your voice comes off as a feeble sound, your throat was too strained due to the screaming, “I am on birth control so don't worry”

Suna turns to look directly into your eyes, his lips are twisted upwards, a mischievous one “that didn't bother me, you knocked up and swollen cause of me? Hot”

You almost choke yourself at his remark, and you wonder if the red bruises on your skin he left was more pigmented than your cheeks.

“one more round?”

“YOU DID WHAT?” the professor sighs once again, is yelling in his class a daily occurrence now? Atleast nobody cursed this time, he looks at the back of the glass from where the sound came and, ah yes it's the oh so familiar blond head and along with the girl who curses, again.

he takes his glasses off. “out now”

Yuuji terushima is still in shock, no he saw a mere inch of that hickey and wondered for a whole minute, did a whole fucking octopus attacked you with his suckling tentacles.

“y/n you can't walk properly, you are stumbling”

“I know” you whisper loudly, trying to keep your pace up to walk like a normal human being, the cramps in your thighs are still there. It's like you a bulldozer was drilled inside you.

But you would pay anything, anything to feel the ecstasy of his tongue rubbing softly against you. Anything to be held by his gruff hands, anything to feel him inside you.

and anything to feel the smell of his summer like hair, minty cologne he uses which was mixed a bit with the scent of cigar.

“I need details, babe” terushima yuuji stops you, clicking his tongue, a isolated place to talk about your sex life. It may sound creepy but he is your bestfriend he deserves to know. “hush, not now bitch” you roll your eyes, like what if someone hears about how suna plunged his fingers inside you, no no not safe.

“fine, then I won't tell you about atsumu's new girl” he has a smug smile, but you roll your eyes, placing your hands over your chest. “as if I care”

“oh, you will” he sounds so assure, quickly fumbling to take his phone out, he unlocks it, opening up his instagram. “its suna's ex” huh.

“knew tsumu was a scumbag, how could he fuck his bestfriend's ex” you spat out, taking the phone from his hand, you don't really care about which suna's ex this was, non insignificant. but she looks pretty.

“says the one who fucked their ex's bestfriend, and suna also did the same you know” you scoff, mumbling to reason how you were the hot ex of miya and suna was the hot bestfriend— its different with hot people apparently.

“we are not talking about this again, we are adults we can fuck whoever you want”

“but you said he was a scumbag first for doing that”

“you are supposed take my side”

“suna, tsumu went out with that half korean girl last saturday” Osamu, puts the drink for his friend on the kitchen counter, its his brother he is bitching about he knows, he is a douchebag he will agree.

but he doesn't want that bastard to have a black eye so if that means he has to apologize for him, he will do it.

“oh yeah?” suna puts his phone on the desk, eyes still lingering on the typing sign on his screen, he is least bothered, he is chewing his lips in anctipation for your message to pop up.

“can't believe he is going for your ex” Osamu sighs, waiting for a reaction but he notices as his lips are turned a bit upwards when the ding of notification pops on his screen.

“that doesn't bother you?” suna finally looks up after typing out something, nonchalant expression as he slips his phone into his jacket.

“can't really blame him while I am making his ex's heartbeat faster too” that leaves osamu dumbfounded, which ex— atsumu had tons of flings and relationship so if suna was going out one his girlfriend it wouldn't bother him. right?

“which one?” he raises his eyebrow taking a chuck of his drink, the cold liquid leaves a burn in his throat.

“y/n” Osamu chokes, spits the drink almost out, Oh that will bother atsumu miya real well.

“for real?” he stares at suna, slurring between his word, a simple nod confirms the deal, suna isn't one to joke around with stuff like this.

“never knew you were the gentleman cheesy type, making her heartbeat faster and stuff” he scoffs, sipping his drink once again.

“oh” suna pauses, a smirk tugging on his lips, as his tongue pokes the inside of his check. “the other heartbeat, down south”

que to osamu choking again

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“that escalated quickly”

Suna x fem!reader

Synopsis : you ask your childhood friend to show his pp due to a certain encounter

“Are you out of your mind?” If you didn't know suna better, you would think he is mad at you but being his friends since preschool really makes you know him more than a way you want to know.

The subtle red tone that is crawling up his neck and his burning ears, the usual no emotion facade is long gone and beneath those green slanted eyes you can tell how he trying to hide how flustered he is.

You comprehend his statement for a while in your head and if you say so yourself, you really must have lost your mind, because who in their right mind asks a friend who came to take care of you when you are sick, to show them their dick.

"Is this post breakup trauma?" Suna deadpans regarding your lack of response, standing up from your couch, while his hand moves to rub his template. He is speechless, his mind is blank, you caught him off guard he will give you that.

But how the fuck did you come in a conclusion where you want to see his dick?

Well, honestly it happened three days ago, friday noon when you accidentally entered the his room without knocking, and there was suna naked in all his glory, jerking off.

And you should have left immediately, you really should have but how could you not take a peek when his define adam's apple bobbed evidently, his head thrown back, his hair sticking to his face due to the sweat, sweat which was sliding down his collar bone towards his definite abs.

With eyes closed shut, breath heavy he looked like a true art, you know how handsome he is, everyone in your university knows really. But as your eyes scanned how his veiny long fingers were wrapped around his dick, you felt like drooling.

His dick looked tempting than the ice cream you wanted to have during your diet. because good lord, WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS THAT SIZE ???

Your ex boyfriend had a good size to himself but suna's. SUNA'S? It's not even comparable, just the average girth but who would have thought your childhood bestfriend was about 10 inches long. Okay maybe nine inches but you bet it would get bigger once he is hard.

It would have been fine if it was just long but you think it's prettier than his face, the pinkish tone covering it with a slight darken tone at the tip making it look like a cherry and AND— it had the perfect curves to reach places your fingers would never reach.

And while you were immersed in your perverted thoughts about how suna's dick was 10/10, he caught you staring at him, while he was, beating his thing. And honestly suna even knows if it was anyone else he wouldn't have freaked out that much, it was his fault jerking off without locking the door of his room after all.

But in his defense when he let out the not so shrill scream, it was because he thought people knock before they enter and good lord even if he expected to get caught never in his dream he would imagine you walking on him, his friend for years.

And you might have left being embarrassed head to toe that day and apologized through phone that evening , and after sharing few classes after that day you definitely also pretended to act normal like things didn't happen, but it would be a lie if you didn't unlock a desire to– well to put it in simple words, fuck suna.

You were noticing small things you never noticed, like how sharp his jawline was and were his fingers always so long ? that everytime your eyes fell on them, you would think about what places it could reach.

Also, was his grayish green eyes were so seducing, objectively speaking he was always handsome according to anyone who has a good eyesight, but you swear after seeing him that way, you were dragging suna with you in that gutters where your mind lies.

Because you swear to god you are always calm and collected especially not this horny, for godsake suna came to your dorm with a warm porridge and medicine in his hand, asking how you were feeling just for you to ask.

"Can I see your dick?"

SHOULD I MAKE THIS A SERIES? Oh, BTW THE CONCEPT FOR THIS FICTION IS FROM A MANHWA SERIES CALLED “how I came to like my male friend” I just read the first few chapters and had to make something about it.

⩩ part : 2 , part - 3

One of these is from the Girlfriend FC community. I hope Granny, you remember:

Okay, this batch is a bit freaky.