Can I Also Get Added To The Tag List For The Oikawa X Reader (kuroo X Reader) Fic?

Hello! Initially I was going to add a kuroo and kizumi breaking up scene. But the chapter was getting too long.. well since you ask :>

Kuroo for ovbious reasons ends it with kizumi, even though she begs him to stay because she loved him and as much her jealousy worked badly for her, she truly wanted kuroo. Kuroo though took 5 years to recover from the reader's and his heart break. kizumi tried to fill the void but it didn't work for years until kuroo felt pity for kizumi and decides maybe he could ease it with someone else. Though that did not help, worse was that kizumi got more paranoid and started to copy y/n when she found out that she can't take reader's place.

Also ofcourse kizumi had her bad side but she didn't do anything that would break them up totally, she used to try to make kuroo like her somehow but she never expected it to work, kuroo and reader broke up for various other major red flags in their relationship, kizumi was the push to it all .

Kuroo x reader x oikawa

Synopsis : After years spent by a certain setter along with a small toddler mending you heart, your life was a just like a blissful movie with a happy ending. But little did you know the person who gave you not only the worst years of your life but also the small ball of sunshine, decided to suddenly make a appearance in your fairytale when fate played a wild

reader's note : this is the last chapter, make sure to read it in order! Sorry for the angst hehe.

Part 1 : meeting you again | Part 2 : wouldn't you | Part 3 : broken promises | Part 4 : where it all went wrong | Part 5 : enough for now (current one)

“she is a fucking psycopath” kenma sighs, putting the car in reverse as he pulls up in his driveway, eyes fixated on the rear view as kuroo watches the irriated expression on his face.

“dude, chill I know you hate kizumi, but I might marry her” kuroo sips his coffee as he lets out a shallow grunt in annoyance too, what was he doing in life.

“no, just think about it, she specifically asked for the ring you bought to propose to y/n, when she knows you could afford to give her much expensive one right now, but, again I repeat. she asked specifically for that ring, only”

the black hair man groans at the explanation, he knows his friend has a point, but he is trying to gaslight himself into believing whatever kizumi explained to him. “i think she just likes it, she was the one who chose it too, all those years ago—” and before kuroo could finish his sentence, the half blonde cuts him off, swiftly taking out his phone from his pocket and muttering something to it “siri, how do you block people in real life”

“yeah, okay, this is a kuroo hate club, I get it” the man sighs, propping his head back on the headrest, closing his eyes. “honestly I know her behavior is weird, but I’m in a tight spot, my only left family is nagging me to marry her, and you know I could care less about marriage” he pauses taking a deep breath. “dad is legit emotionally blackmailing me, sitting at his stupid hospital bed probably faking his disease”

“they want you to marry, doesn't necessarily have to be her” kenma suggests, opening the seatbelt around him. “i cannot marry a stranger, kizumi is a better option, we have been dating on and off for one year” the rooster haired man replies, honestly he really wants to jump off a cliff, but he will suppress the impulsive urges.

“as a rebutal to that, one thing you said was right” kenma sighs finally looking at his friend, kuroo looks tired, or is aged that appropriate word. “her behavior is weird, it's like she has more attachment to y/n than you, she is insecure as fuck of her. you, me and her, we all know she won't ever level up to the place y/n has in your heart, so she trying to become her, its giving me chills” kenma shudders at that thought, physically gagging.

“do you think it's too late for me to get a therapist?” with that kuroo tetsuro groans one more time.

kuroo sits quietly, hands clasped, looking up with hesitant eyes as he watches you put your purse on the table, stoice face, yet so pretty.

he really meant it when he said you got more gorgeous over the years, there were few lines now adorning your face, mature and elegant glow.

even if he sometimes wonders if it would have been better if you both never met at all, if it would have been better if neither of you had to go through the heartbreak, but he knows,

if there was a spell to go back in time, to where he met you, he would do the same thing. he would make a silly chemistry joke and wait for you to laugh at it, not because it was funny, no it was because it was so bad you laughed at it, it was his fault wasn’t it?

to loose the most precious thing in his life, did you feel worse than him, it wasn't a question, nor a comparison, he wanted to know because he will never forget or forgive himself to give you so much pain over the year.

what did you name the kid? did oikawa tooru’ see how your son took the first steps, was he the one who got called father first, what's his favorite food, does he have a birth mark, does he like volleyball? is your son’ tastes similar to what is his? Just like how he saw the little kid adorning your homely baked goods, similar to what he himself used to do.

it pains him, physically pains him to know he wasn't there for anything, he wasn't there to make you food, hold your hair while you threw up during you morning sickness, not hold your hand while you went into labour, he wasn't part of any of it, six years sometimes means nothing and yet to him, now, it means everything, it means every important thing he lost.

“you don't know how much draining this is for me, to be talking to you, or as a matter of fact to talk about what happened, cause honestly you deserve nothing, not the explanation, not to meet me or ruko” you break the silence first, firmly sitting at your place.

and kuroo wishes he could repent on all the thing you said but the only thought in his mind is what you named your son “his name is ruko?”

“his name is oikawa saruko” you firmly state, a small smile tugging at you lips, you were proud your kid had a father like oikawa, cause you can't imagine anyone else being a better father than him.

tetsuro has never wanted to be in someone else's place as much as he wants to be oikawa now, he sighs at your words. “why didn't you tell me, I would get it if you wanted to get away from me, but don't you think I deserved to know the kid was mine?” his voice quivering as he asks you the question, a weird pang in his chest.

“i tried, I tried so many times” your voice quivers slightly “why do you think I asked for your opinion to have a kid?” that silents the man infront of you, his pupil dilated as he realizes how he explained it, and how it sounded like a definite ‘no” from his side.

“not to mention, even after that I was going to tell you, with my parents kuroo and you didn't show up” he relishes at how defeated he feels when you don't even call him by his first name, so the announcement when you called him was with your parents? his legs tenses up and he stops shaking them.

“i know I don't have any excuse but you know there was a storm that night—”

“yet you left me all alone in that storm, tetsuro” his heart breaks into million pieces, do you even know how much he just wants to pull you close and cry, stain your shirt with his tears of sorrow that he made a mistake and couldn't be in your presence and of joy because after years he was able to see you.

“i—y/n” he tries to put his hands over yours but you are swift to pull away, he knows a million reasons of why your reflex action was right, yet he can't help but feel his throat becoming dry “i’m sorry, I assumed you were with your parents, I had no idea, my phone was dead”

“how can you still lie to me?” your voice croaks, finally looking straight into his eyes, you really don't want to care for whatever his action was or what he did but you can't help but feel wronged.

“what do you mean lie?”

“so your phone was dead enough to not respond to my texts but it was working when you reposted on social media with your now girlfriend, her friends commenting how cute you both looked” you scoff pausing in disbelief “or should I say fiance”

“whatever are you sayi-” then it clicks, it suddenly clicks how kizumi’s friend has always shipped him with her, despite knowing he has a girlfriend, despite him saying he doesn't appreciate it, that it straight up makes him uncomfortable.

how kizumi knew, that your birthdate was his password to Instagram, he remembers her saying it was so cute, its laughable to think how dumb he has been, how could he not notice her intention. but he wishes you told him, he wishes he could have cleared off the last misunderstanding and if he could take it all back he would.

hell, he would never breath the same air as kizumi if he could go back in time and fix things. but he cannot, all he has is regret and all he can do his atone for his mistake, he was hoping you'd be kind enough to let him see his son, he hasn't been a great partner but he sure as heck wants to have some influence in your son’s life—

after all, it was a part of you and him, back then if he actually heard you were pregnant he'd probably be scared as shit, but he would still fight every odds to raise the kid you made, how could he ever resent a mini you, kuroo knows he has no right to feel wronged but all those years without the little guy or even acknowledgment of his existence makes feel burnt.

his lips shaky and he doesn't know if a explanation would even help at this point, nothing would change and even if kizumi was in wrong– so was he though. his mouth ran before he could know.

he looks up at her. “I know you don’t owe me anything, but there’s something you need to hear" your eyes held anger and he was scared of that, he wanted to scream please forgive me, over and over again in a chant but he knew he didn't deserve your forgiveness.

you crossed your arms, wary but patient. you had no idea how you still held on. but they say but they say old habits die hard, and even after six year you had the same patience for him, you wanted to laugh at yourself “Go on.”

“It was Kizumi,” he begins, voice low but firm. “She… she’s the reason things fell apart. She was jealous of you, of what we had. She deleted your texts that night—the ones you sent me about the announcement. She posted on my social media to make it look like I was with her. And she—”

"You didn't know?" your eyes widened and you had no idea how to feel after hearing that, conflicted feeling filled your lungs and the wall of resolve you have solidified getting cracks of doubt in them, but you remained firm.

“No,” Kuroo says quickly, his voice thick with regret. “I was blind, stupid, and I didn’t see what was happening. I let her control too much. I thought I could trust her. But I swear, if I’d known—” He stops, realizing that no matter what he says, it won’t erase the past.

you stare at him, your face unreadable, but there was turmoil behind your eyes “So, you’re saying it was all her fault?”

“No. No..no.” Kuroo says firmly, shaking his head. “It was my fault too. I let her into my life, I didn’t listen to you, and I didn’t fight for you when it mattered. That’s on me. I just… I need you to know that I didn’t abandon you on purpose.”

you exhale slowly, looking down at you cup, a closure huh? but what does that change ? you know oikawa is much more important to you now, nothing could change that, nothing could make you ever abandon the perfect family you have right now. “I believe you, Tetsuro. But that doesn’t change what happened. You weren’t there when I needed you, and I had to pick up the pieces alone. Oikawa was there. He’s been there for me and for Ruko.”

even if there is a shaky heartbeat you feel around your past lover you know it was not meant to be. there are so many things unsaid and there will be so many things which will be, you are a mom now and you could never be an careless one. and as much as tears were welling up in your eyes for what could have been, you won't risk anything for what it is now.

Kuroo swallows the lump in his throat. “I know. And I’m glad he’s been good to you both. I just… I missed so much, Y/N. I want to know him. I know I don’t deserve it, but I want to try.”

bonus scene

Kuroo sits on a bench, watching from a distance as you and Oikawa playing with your son, Ruko. The boy—his son, biologically—has Oikawa’s mannerisms but your smile. Kuroo’s chest tightens as he watches the little boy stumble, only for Oikawa to sweep him up, spinning him around while you laugh.

They look like a family. They are a family

Kuroo thinks to himself, maybe this could have been you both if he wasn't consumed by the thought that you both would also be horrible parents much like your families.

you notice him then, your gaze meeting his. There’s no anger in your eyes anymore, just a quiet understanding. you approach him cautiously, arms crossed. “You’re here,” you speak, trying to keep your tone neutral.

“I just wanted to see him,” Kuroo admits. “I won’t interfere much. I just… needed to see him.”

You sit beside him, keeping a respectful distance. “He’s happy, you know. Oikawa’s a good father. He loves Ruko like he’s his own.” and that breaks kuroo's heart, as much as he tries to look positively at this. He can't help but feel his heart become empty, can't help but wish to be where oikawa is right now in your life.

Kuroo nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I can see that. He’s a lucky kid.” you glance at him, your expression softening. “I know the truth now, about Kizumi. About what happened. I’m… sorry you were caught in that.”

“I’m sorry too,” Kuroo says, his voice breaking. He knows it's not enough but all he can do is regret it over and over again. “For everything. For not being there, for letting you down. I should’ve fought harder for us.” you look away, your gaze fixed on Oikawa and Ruko. “Maybe. But it’s too late now, Tetsuro. We’ve both moved on.” and he feels a bit happy, you used his first name, God he is so pathetic

“I know,” he whispers, his heart breaking all over again. “But I’ll never stop wishing I could go back and do it right.” and before you are able to say anything you notice a small figure approaching you, you feel at ease when you notice it's your son, oikawa stood a bit away, he felt protective over you both but he doesn't want to snatch away the closure you deserve, and he can't snatch away ruko from his biological dad. so he stays silent cause he knows ruko would pick him for sure, he loves the little guy to death after all.

“Ruko, this is… this is Tetsuro,” you say gently, getting up from the bench only to kneel beside your son.

The boy looks up, curious but cautious. “Hi,” he says softly, clutching his toy dinosaur.

Kuroo crouches down, his heart aching as he gets his first close look at his son. Ruko has Y/N’s eyes and his messy black hair. He smiles faintly. “Hey, buddy. That’s a cool dinosaur you’ve got there. What’s his name?”

“Cupcake,” Ruko replies, holding it up proudly.For a moment, Kuroo wants to giggle, pondering why a dinosaur would be named Cupcake, but he holds back, his lips twitching into a soft smile. “Cupcake, huh? That’s a pretty unique name. Why’d you pick it?”

Ruko beams, his small chest puffing up with excitement. “Well—it’s not weird, okay? It’s ’cause I love dinosaurs and I love Mom’s handmade cupcakes, so I mixed two favorite things at once!”

Kuroo freezes for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. Cupcakes. His gaze flickers briefly to you, you who look away, your expression unreadable. He remembers countless nights when he’d come over to your place, exhausted from work or practice, and the smell of your freshly baked cupcakes would make him feel like he was home. They were his favorite—a sweet, simple treat that reminded him of your warmth.

And now, their son shares that same love.“That’s… that’s actually genius,” Kuroo finally says, his voice hoarse with emotion. “Cupcake is the perfect name for a dinosaur. You’ve got great taste.”

Ruko grins proudly, going on to describe Cupcake’s many adventures and how he takes the toy everywhere. Kuroo listens intently, his heart clenching. There’s an ache beneath his chest—a mix of pride, love, and regret. He and Ruko have so much in common, and yet, this is the first time he’s learning it.

The realization stings, and he resents you a bit for that but it also fills him with a bittersweet joy. Ruko is bright, imaginative, and full of life. He’s a part of you and him—a reminder of what you both once had. And kuroo decides he can live with that. That's enough for now isn't it?

Finally ending this series, I get embarrassed whenever I reread it but it was my first series and it has been in my drafts for years. But here I ending, thank you for everyone who waited for this.

Here is the taglist (it's based on people who were waiting for it) : @reikashe @mikaela26sstuff @chita318 @mxrice @freddiemylovelg @glxar @amarinthe @rinsangel @captainchrisstan @gamacha @cheeseriz @pluviophilefangirl @bnha-bakusquad @asaitashi @lordmomourmomoness @missyasmim @macky-attoh @belle643 @on-crows-wings

This one lowkey based on what my bf texts me ngl

edit : we broke up 😭😭😭

— bllk boys reaction to you pranking them with nudes/revealing picture and telling them it wasn't meant for them. part 2.

nsfw words used. slight ooc remarks but it's just for fun | all characters are 18 or above here.

part 1 , masterlist.

I HIT 2K YIPPIE, HOPPING RN. ITS geniunely a miracle because I post three times a year but I'm so glad you all eat it up everytime without leaving any crumbs🙏 istg I'll try to be better AND NOT PROCASINATE AND POST MORE.

FINALLY BACK AFTER MY EXAMS. GOSH IT WAS SO HECTIC BUT I WILL POST ALL THE PREQUELS AND PARTS FOR THE SERIES TO BE YET COMPLETED.

Hi! I love your writing! I was wondering if you could do another part to honey trap? I have this wanting to see bakugou crumble and in pain knowing he missed out with the reader. I love him but when reading things like this, I can't help but love reading that he is in pain and suffering, I know I'm sadistic like that but, it's my guilty pleasure. Also I hope you have a good day or night where ever you are!!☺️

Well I also love male leads regretting but let's see, since honey trap ended with izuku and Yeon caught up together it's a good ending becuase there are several things left in your imagination to happen but sure I'll see if I can make a part with bakugou suffering and not disclosing izuku and y/n's relationship that much

“omi! Psst!” you whispered to the curly haired man walking beside you, he looked perfect as always, wrinkle free shirt with with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the outline of the veins on his arms visible for the other girls to drool over.

no you didn't like that, at all. as the one quote you always like to follow ‘ be petty and don't forgive’, which you probably made up on the spot as your eyebrows furrowed focusing on kiyoomi’s arm.

only you are the one who can drool over omi's hot arms not some random female version of Miya. “it's cold isn't it” you mumbled to him, shooting other girls few glares here and there “omi do you want me to get you my jacket”

“y/n” he softly mumbled your name from behind his mask, as you continued to look back and fumble some incoherent words to those hyenas who you know all too well wore those short skirt to impress someone, your someone. “it's a summer noon” he turned you around to face him as you both came to the empty space near the stairs.

finally somewhere not crowded. You opened your mouth to give a really non convincing excuse such as ‘how people are getting malaria due to not covering themselves up in summer’ but he interrupted. He should be glad he is too pretty that you let him interrupt you.

“and your jacket won't fit me”

“does that mean if it did fit you would have worn it” you asked him with sparkly eyes, and a smirk on your lips as you wiggled your brows. A little pinkish tone over both the teenagers cheeks as the taller one shook his head.

“stupid” he flicked your temple as a wince escaped your mouth, hands rubbing aggressively at the spot he hit you, as continued to tell him a series of ‘fuck you's’, they were mumbled respectfully ofcourse and you may have meant the statement literally too. You rolled your eyes leaving him to stand there.

a small smile formed on the later's lips watching you walk away from him, frowning and growling to yourself as he saw your steps halter after going few steps down the stairs, stopping for him to catch up to you. sakusa kiyoomi won't never ever admit it ever but maybe he thinks you are adorable when you looked annoyed.

He stomped swiftly towards you, as the tall frame stood beside you immediately. perks of having long legs. “bruh what's this” you pointed at the sign which was placed before the second half set of the staircase.

“I knew you were dumb but didn't realise you couldn't read” he slightly pulled down his mask looking at the sign then looking back at you. His lips formed into a small smirk. God he looks so hot doing that.

“I CAN READ” you shot him a glare as he smirked at you taking out your glasses from you left pocket. glasses made you kind of cute. another thing which he won't probably admit.

“slippery floor with paint ahead, step down cautiously” you repeated reading the red statement in bold letters, moving your eyes to the stairs below, only a little portion of it was dry other was still soaking due to greased paint they used. You tighten your lips, that explains the long line infront of the elevator.

You looked back at kiyoomi he looked exasperated that his shoes might get dirty his lips formed in a frown as he grumbled. “let's just use the stairs I am not gonna gets squished between those sweaty highschoolers in the elevators” he side-eyed you, mumbling while he stepped on the edge of stairs, his back hitting against the railing. Looking through his long lashes back to you.

You huffed stepping forward, the space left between the grease painted stairs and rails was not even enough to keep your foot sideways. Balancing yourself, you started to slowly step down, half body kind of hanging off the edges. Hands hesitantely trying to grab the pale ones infront of you.

Even being the only friend of sakusa, except komori in his class, you knew your boundaries and his limits. And being the most messiest person he ever acknowledged, you were pretty sure he wouldn't want to have much physical contact with you. but still in a not so difficult situation you ached to take the support of his hand as they moved little by little away from you.

but what made you look up at the itachiyama's ace with wide eyes, and what made you feel like the time has stopped as heat started to crawl up your neck and spread your cheeks was when the colder hands met against the warm palm of yours, grabbing them tightly. “stupid” he commented as he supported you getting off the stairs, his face avoiding yours trying to suppress the feeling of heat burning his cheeks.

“that's like the eleventh time you called me stupid today” you muttered off, patting the dust off your uniform. Hands taking out the gummy bears packet out of your skirt pocket, they look squished which made sakusa scrunch up his nose.

“Cause you act like one” He rolled his eyes starting to walk again towards the next floor, maybe hopping this part of the stair was also greasy so he can hold your hands again. which is very unlike him.

“I have a feeling you saved my contact as stupid” you followed him, hands behind your back, mouth chewing the squished candy while leaning to look at his face properly.

“no it's 'a piece of trash' ” he muttered grinning a little under his black mask, observing your startled expression with squinted eyes. though the name ended with small '<3' on his phone, but he wasn't gonna reveal that.

placing a slap on his arms playfully, you scrunched up your face “wasn't it atsumu's name in your contact” you asked feeling offended, maybe you were petty and messy sometimes but definitely not a piece of trash.

“actually for him it's 'a piece of shit'” he wondered back to the piss blond's contact who once was successful to change his contact name as 'the most handsome guy I know', on sakusa’s phone. but when omi's mom saw the terrifying nickname and questioned omi of being gay, his contact was changed from simply 'miya atsumu' to 'piece of shit' forever.

Your mouth formed in the shape of ‘o’ as you nodded to yourself remembering his name but still you aren't going to forgive sakusa for keeping your name as piece of trash. “why am I named as that though” you quirked your brow, tugging his shirt backwards a little bit but that didn't buldge him. at all. ugh freaking atheles.

“maybe if you didn't behave like one” the small hidden smile is still tugging on his lips, the poker faced athlete who usually at most has a disgusted and annoyed expression on his face, kind of always smiles around you even if it's secretly. He believes it's like an involuntary reaction but sakusa is smarter than that to know what was this about.

“hey! what's that supposed to mean” you faked a frowned, hands fiddling in your pocket.

“honestly you do behave like a piece of trash. All the time” he stopped you, a serious look doomed over his playful comment that it actually makes you think that maybe sakusa kiyoomi didn't like being your friend. which was kind of true, he didn't like being only friends with you.

“but” he stopped, taking your hands in his palms, his action startling you. your cheeks were getting a little warm. Damn when Sakusa kiyoomi was near you, you didn't need makeup to make you look red. You looked up at his face, his curls falling over his dark black eyes which always had a spark in them even if some people would comment it was dull.

“As i am someone who deeply cares about the environment” he pulled down his mask with his other hand, inching a little closer towards you as he leaned to lower himself to meet your gaze. He was blushing furiously too but not a ounce of nervousness on his face. Who was this sakusa?

“I am obliged to pick you up. Is 6 pm okay with you?”

what in the world just happened— your head was spinning at this point, no not because you could feel his minty breath on your skin or he can feel your strawberry flavored candy no. But did just sakusa kiyoomi ask you out??? With the smoothest and most bizarre pickup line too—

You mouthed a ‘YES’ cause good lord you couldn't speak. He arched his brow, standing straight, but his hands is still in yours. They fit perfectly together. “is that a no?" he teased with a smirk, knowing all too well you said yes. Someone seriously drugged your omi, but boi, oh boi you liked this smooth motherfucker too.

“no what the hell i said yes” you yelled back immediately, okay maybe that made you look a little desperate but who cares he asked you on a date.

He responded with a chuckle, getting back to walking while pulling you with his soft well kept hands to the cafeteria. Two blushing teenagers who looked just like they came out of a shoujo magna lovestruck.

“oh btw y/n I changed your contact” sakusa said looking at you through his lashes, swiftly texting something to his teammate.

“please tell me it's something cute” you chanted from across the table, hands stopped from picking up the burger from your plate.

“it's mosquito” he puts his phone aside, the same fond smile on his face coming back when he sees you scrunch up your face. It's actually ‘my mosquito <3’ but he let the ‘my’ and ‘heart’ be silent.

“why the fuck” you slammed your hand on the table, mouth opening and closing uselessly to say a good comeback but dear you saved him as ‘pretty boy’ but now you regret not saving him as the ‘grumpy dude from my class’.

“next time you drool over my veins you shouldn’t be that obvious, my love” embarrassed that's what you were, no one caughts you SIMPING not even your now new boyfriend. Guess its time to plan how to hide his body.

“I so do not”

“you act like you want to suck my blood through the veins, be for real”

HI I JUST WANNA SAY I’M SO GLAD UR STILL ACTIVE EVEN IF UR NOT WRITING😭 i’ve been rereading the last 4 parts of that kuroo and oikawa fic since u posted it 2 years ago🥹 atp i’ve memorized the dialogues and alr have multiple endings in my head

THAT IS SO SWEET I CANNOT

So I was thinking of leaving this series till how much I have posted 😭 because I don't want to mess it up with new dramas, let me know if u want this to continue tho, because if I continue there will be atsumu x y/n x suna arc and the whole plot will change slightly.

“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 locker 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

Excuse me ma'am, I love your blog sm I think I am gonna die

Don't die on juliet we don't want 😔 to end like in another life

¡! 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.

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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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