— Blue Lock! Boys Reaction To You Asking Them To Do Your Homework In Exchange Of Tit Pics, Yeah You

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.

☆ R U GONNA STAY THE NIGHT? — fratboy!GETO SUGURU

summary:geto suguru, 'top dog' on campus, is used to ploughing through all the ditzy little freshmen without any concern for their feelings. but now his biggest challenge, is you, and it's not getting you in his bed, its getting you to stay in it.

wc: 4k (look guys I did it)

cw: afab!reader, all types of fucking, masturbation, you ride his dick, you ride his face, he gives you like two spanks, he's kinda whiny but then at the same time not. you both think you're the boss of this situationship and you are both wrong. MDNI slight angst if you squint, or maybe angst angst idk

an: first fic in 10 days, is this what you call a comeback? idk but I hope you enjoy whatever this is I TRIED OKAY I TRIED! Also thanks bae @kazushawty for betaing some and bullying me in our chats

sleeping with a frat bro wasn’t on your to do list during your freshman year, but there is something about geto suguru that you just can’t shake. you thought that you were one of many, after hearing all the rumours about him that spread throughout campus and that didn’t phase you as long as he could get you off, you didn’t care what else he did. but little did you know he is all about you and he is finally gonna let that be known tonight.

"excuse me," a whisper brushes against your ear, a deep, low hum that sends shivers down your spine. hands press lightly on your waist, shifting you ever so slightly. you glance over your shoulder, eyebrows furrowing when you realise there is more than enough room for the person to pass. it's geto suguru, and you shoot him a withering glare.

"what's the problem?" he asks, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he observes the hard look you're giving him. but instead of answering, you simply turn away, refusing to acknowledge his presence.

geto, undeterred by your cold response, takes a step closer. his presence is magnetic, and you can feel the heat of his body inches from yours. the music pulses around you, the crowd dancing and laughing, but all you can focus on is him.

“y’know me” he leans in, his breath warm against your ear, and his voice drops to a seductive murmur. "can’t resist the opportunity to get a little closer to you."

“oh fuck off geto,” you hiss, but your words had no real bite, you move your elbow to try and deter him but his stance remains fixed behind you.

“you’re a hard woman to please,” he sighs, with mock sadness, “but as frat president i can’t have one of my party guest having a bad time at one of my parties can i?”

“maybe you just aren’t trying hard enough,” you retort quickly, finally turning around to face him head on, a teasing smirk appearing on your face, “what would you know about pleasing me?”

“i think we both know what i know about pleasing you,” he offers his hand out, “c’mon let me show you a good time.” you hesitate, seeing the spark in his eyes and he puts his hand out further, urging you to take it. you close your eyes swiftly, taking a deep breath before letting him drag you into the crowd of people.

geto hand remains a reassuring hold as he drags you through the sea of intoxicated dancers. he pulls you into him, his dick already bricked up as brings it to your ass, your turn your head and raise your eyebrow, and he flashes a smile in return his hands sliding down to hold your hips as he starts to gyrate against you. you quickly match his pace, throwing back your ass, your hips swaying in time with geto and the music.

he places his hand at the small of your back, forcing you to bend slightly, as he widens his stance and forces his body into your further. your mouth parts, at the contact, and you smile at the feeling — geto suguru actually has rhythm. he’s quick to pull you up, peppering light kisses against your face as he grinds into you.

his arm hooks around your neck in a gentle but firm hold, as he bends down to your ear, his lips whispering words only meant for you, as he continues to rub his clothed dick in the crook of your ass. geto manoeuvres his hands up and down your body, his fingers teasingly toying with your tits, as he explores all you, right on the dance floor.

you could feel the heat between your legs grow, so you pull away from geto turning around to face him, his hands coming down to hold you close to him as if he was afraid you'd run away. “not bad huh?” he asks, knowing that you feel the exact same as he does, you both didn’t even notice all the eyes on you, as the crowd of partygoers just witnessed you almost fuck on the dance floor.

before you could even respond, you could feel the wind being knocked out of you as a broad chest collides right into you. geto keeps you upright, so you don’t fall on your ass and places you behind him as he steps to the person responsible for almost knocking you over. 

as the fog of the moment clears, you see the cause of the commotion—gojo satoru, geto's best friend, is in a blissful state of drunkenness, a wide grin plastered across his face.

"heeeeyy, suguru," gojo greets loudly, his bleary eyes darting between the two of you. "is this you, yeah?" his words slur slightly, but it's clear he's trying to figure out the situation. geto doesn't respond verbally, but the subtle smirk on his face and the bashful look on yours speak volumes. "you know what we could do to make this night greater," gojo announces with an exaggerated flourish.

geto sighs, on a usual day he’s all up for entertaining his friend but tonight all he wants to do is entertain you. “what is it satoru?”

“shots!” he cheers, looking around the room to be completely ignored, in too much of a drunken state to even notice, “c’mon sugu, you love shots, you can even bring this pretty little thing you’ve got with you.” he finishes, gojo’s eyes linger on you a little too long as he sizes you up, his bottom lip pulling into his teeth and all you could do is raise your eyebrows up at him, puzzled.

“bro,” geto commands, and gojo’s eyes snap to his friends as he raises his hand in mock surrender, “just take us to the fucking shots.” the subtle tension between the two guys didn't go unnoticed by you, but you brush it off, chalking it up to frat boys being frat boys. 

it was soon forgotten anyways, with you sprawled across a table of the frat house, drunken partygoers jeering at you as your shirt is half pulled up just stopping at your breast and gojo is cheering as he’s sprinkles salt on you and lines your stomach with shots.

“care to do the honours,” gojo taunts geto as he finishes pouring the final shot. geto sends a glare his way ignoring him as he makes his way over to you, giving you a long stripe of his tongue down your stomach, before quickly downing all the shots on your stomach, his eyes stuck on you. gojo offers him a lime, which he snatches straight out of his hands. gojo tuts, shaking his head, “someones touchy.” and just to add fuel to the fire, gojo has his own lick at your stomach, more slower and sensual then geto’s was, and he pours himself a shot, giving you a wink as he drinks it.

“what the fuck man?” geto interrogates, stepping to his friend, slightly wobbling as the shots he just backed in swift succession, hit him quickly.

“what’s wrong suguru?” gojo teases with a playful grin, he wasn’t dumb he knew who you were before he even saw you, geto talks about you all the time. so when gojo finally saw you with him, with geto still downplaying how he hard he actually fucks with you, he couldn’t help but fuck with his friend a bit, “you jealous?”

“don’t even start with me ‘toru,” geto warns, and you begin to sit up with an eye roll, you couldn’t deny you were a bit tipsy, but no amount of alcohol could make you bear to see this lame exchange of fray boy bravado. 

“oh whats your issue man,” gojo brushes him off, going to pour himself another drink, but geto is hot on his tails. “bro we literally always share the hot freshmen, what makes her any different.”

“because she just is,” geto snaps, in an attempt of a hush tone but you hear him loud and clear.

“i think i’m going to go,” you say out loud, and geto hears you pausing, slightly panicked. forgetting all about gojo his focus back onto you.

“no no, you don’t have to leave, we were having a good time right?” he stammers, rushing to persuade you stay. you couldn’t deny that you were having a good time, geto suguru is actually fun to be around, and the way he was staring at you, begging for you just stay with him, hits you right in your core. he pulls you close to him as he murmurs to you, “i know you felt what i felt when we were dancing, just give me a chance and like i said earlier i could really show you a good time. if you let me.”

geto just wanted to get you alone, he could see that the heavy noise of the club was clearly not your vibe, but he couldn’t let you leave just yet. he offers out his hand just like he did at the start of the party, but this time you didn’t hesitate to take it. letting him cart you off upstairs as you both ignore that wolf whistles coming from gojo, “you better get some suguru, go and get some for the both of us!”

when you get up into geto’s room, you try to disregard the slew of people strung out in different rooms across the house. but geto was confident, he had no reason not to be with you in his arms, wanting him just as badly as he wants you.

“c’mere,” he beckons you, as he sits down, patting down his thigh. you happily skip over to him, perching yourself right on his thigh, your arms hooking around his neck, your hands clasping together, locking him in. you face inches closer to his, your lips part ready to taste him but he halts you, smirking as he says “you're cute, y’know that right?”

“how so?” you ask, entertaining him with an eye roll.

“you always sit in class with me, trying to act all bothered by my presence,” he comments, “but turns out all it takes is for you to come to one of my parties, and for you to dance with me, to get you cumming in my lap… literally.”

“are we gonna fuck?” you say bluntly, catching him off guard, “or are you gonna continue to talk nonsense.” even though he wasn’t talking nonsense, he was right, tonight really did change your perspective on geto. but you weren’t dumb he was the president of the frat, and his best friend gojo’s comments earlier only further cemented the type of people frat guys are.

you press your lips against his before he has a chance to respond, your tongue darting in his mouth as he moulds into you. one of his hands works its way down your body whilst the other stays caressing your face. you groan against him, driving yourself against his thigh, your clothed cunt, already dripping just from the friction alone. 

“you getting off on my thigh yeah?” he teases between kisses, and you nod, desperately pushing yourself into him. he hikes you up further, his lips still moving in tandem with yours, and he spreads you into lap so you could properly straddle him. you both had quick movements, both of you are needy and wanting of the other. geto’s hands slide down your back and keep your ass in a firm hold as you begin to rock against him.

geto pulls away from you, his lips already plump from the way you’ve been gnawing at them. you pout at the removal but he laughs, “patience, princess.” but you ignore him your hands darting into his pants, ready to free his dick and land it, but he places his hand on your wrist, his eyebrows raising in warning, “what did i just say?”

“to take out your dick and sit on it right?” you shrug coyly, chuckling at your joke, and he smiles, but the warning in his eyes doesn’t leave.

“strip,” he commands, the single word having you folding like a chair, as you fling off your clothes leaving you in your underwear. he pulls you by the waistband of you panties, ripping them off you in one swift motion, biting his lip as he’s met with your wet pussy. “she’s so pretty,” he comments, flicking at your clit and as he slides his finger down your slit, just about to enter he pauses, putting his finger in his mouth instead of in you. he swirls it around his tongue, “sweet.”

“suguru,” you whine, at his teasing, “this isn’t funny.”

“play with yourself,” he says, disregarding whatever you were saying.

“what happened to you giving me a good time,” you argue.

“c’mon show me how bad you want it,” he persuades with a grin, leaning back, waiting for you to put on a show for him, “i’ll make it worth your while.”

despite everything, you could just never tell geto, no. it’s the way he looks at you, the way he talks to you, how he carries himself. with how he is just leaning back in his bed, his eyes low in anticipation as he waits for you to pleasure yourself for him, exciting you to do whatever he wants.

your hand works its way down to your pussy, your thumb landing on your clit rubbing against it as your finger part your sobbing cunt, letting geto see how wet you really are for him. “f-fuck,” you moan out, as you push your fingers inside of you, your eyes clenching shut at the contact.

“oi,” geto calls out to you, your eyes opening and landing on him, “keep your eyes on me. okay?” and you nod, as you quicken your pace, watching as geto palms his dick at your performance.

“this is boring,” you complain as you continue to rub at your pussy, trying your best to reach your climax on your own, “need your fingers, need your di—”

“keep going,” he orders, smirking, he could tell by the way your stance weakens and your legs tremble, that you were close. you were predictable and even though you were hungry for his dick, he knew you’d be able to cum with just your fingers and his eyes on you. call him cocky, but the influence he had over you was unmatched.

you roll your eyes at him, but you listen, continuing to finger yourself as he told you. your mouth parts, and you exhale feeling yourself about to cum, you push your digits in you harder, and your eyes stay fixated on geto and he shrugs his shoulders letting you do as you please—for once. you moan loudly as you cum all over your fingers, releasing hard as you spill out all down your thighs.

“see wasn’t so hard was it?” he taunts, pulling out his dick that has been hard from the moment he saw you at the party. he gives it a few strokes, pre cum oozing from the tip and you hungrily pounce on him, your pussy still dripping with your cum as you hover over his dick. you pause before sliding down on him, hissing at the feeling of you stretching you wide. “fuck man,” he groans out as he feels you clench over him, “your shit’s so tight.”

you bounce up and down on him, as he thrusts up into you, his hips hitting yours in a hard flurry of repeated connections. you press your hands flat on his chest, as his hands stay cupping your ass, keeping you upright as he drills into you.

his pace is unmatched, as you try and keep up, grinding your pussy down on him, desperate to have him stuff you up even more. “sugu ‘ts too much, f-fuck you’re relentless.”

“c-cant help it,” he stammers, still maintaining his merciless strokes, his dick twitching inside of you, “your pussy is just too good, or should i say my pussy,” he finishes with a wink. 

“y-your pussy?” you retort, laughing at his seriousness.

“yeah it’s mine right?” he interrogates, sending a slap to your ass to prompt further confirmation, “tell me it’s mine.” you don’t respond, a teasing smile spreading across your face, as you stare down at him, still riding his dick. but geto pauses, halting your movements and he slightly eases you up off of his dick, “what was that?” he prompts.

“it’s yours,” you give in quickly, not even bothering to entertain it any further with how needy you are to cum, “of course it's yours.” satisfied, geto charges his dick back into you with no warning, and you immediately go back to pushing your ass down on him, spreading your legs wider to straddle him more, taking him in deeper.

“t-that’s all i needed to hear,” he stutters, feeling himself about to cum, so he gives you a few sloppy thrusts before easing you off of him, cumming all over your stomach. you're quick to follow, your cum spraying his sheets, as you slump over him, dripping down on his body. “i made sure to not cum in you this time, i know how angsty you get over that shi.”

“oh how gentlemanly of you,” you deadpan, “all gives love a stomach covered in salt and semen.”

“well what would you prefer? your pussy filled with my cum,” he taunts, smirking as you still, “i know i would.” you didn’t answer pulling your sticky body away from his, as you come down off of your high.

“are you gonna stay the night?” geto asks with a grin it was like clockwork, everytime you finish fucking he’d always ask the same question, never getting bored when you mutter the same tired words.

“you know i don’t sleep in frat houses suguru.”

he shrugs casually, propping himself up on his elbows and admiring your naked figure. "you fuck in them though," he remarks, as if that justified everything, "so what's the difference?"

rolling your eyes, as you begin to do the laborious task of trying to locate your underwear—geto always had the habit of throwing them across the room. "the difference is," you pause, looking over your shoulder at him, "I can wake up tomorrow in my own bed, feeling just a little less gross for even fucking you in the first place."

a mock expression of hurt crosses his face as he crawls up behind you on the bed, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. "oh, how you wound me, princess," he coos, his breath sending shivers down your spine, "just stay."

“no, i shouldn’t” you argue, letting out an exhale as his lips attach to your collarbone, sucking against your skin, pulling and nipping at it with his teeth. 

you try to distract yourself by putting on your bra but geto is quick to fling it off you, his mouth trailing down to your tits peppering kisses all over your nipples, murmuring “stay” between each kiss. 

he takes your boob into his mouth, sucking on its flesh as his other hand toys with the other, massaging your nipples with just enough roughness to have you writhing in his palms. your back arches involuntarily, your tits pushing further into his touch, aching to feel him further, “see,” he smirks as he toys with you, “you do wanna stay.”

“i won’t, if you keep talking” you warn, gritting your teeth as he pinches your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. “now c’mere, convince me on why i should stay,” you lift his head off your tits with your fingers, eyeing him down as he stares back at you with pure lust in his eyes. you press a kiss to his lips before steering his head down towards your pussy.

“since when do you run things?” he doesn’t budge, his eyebrows slightly raise as he chuckles.

“you’re the one that wants me to stay, no?” you counter, your eyes locked with his.

“well what i want is for you to come sit on my face and my head can stay sandwiched between your thighs, how about that?” his grin widens as your mouth parts, speechless. he tugs you by the arm close to the head of the bed, you climb up his body your pussy still wet from he fucked you before, leaking out your juices all over his chest. “so hop on girl, a man’s gotta eat,” he mutters impatiently, smacking your ass to urge you onto his lips.

he takes you in hungrily, his mouth enclosing on your pussy with such greed that he is practically drowning in your scent. he laps at your cunt, his tongue giving such long, deep strokes which have your hands pressing against the walls, grinding down on his face. 

geto grips and claws at your ass, he grins, his nose burying into your pussy as your thighs clench tighter around his head. “s-sshit suguru,” your hands slap against the wall as you squeal out, trying to grasp at something to keep you afloat, as the way geto is working your pussy and how his fingers dig into your ass cheeks, has you buckling over about to topple off of him. 

he hums against your pussy, the vibrations jolting right through you, having you moan even louder. his tongue darts against your clit, swirling at it vigorously, nipping at it lightly with his teeth. 

“sugu i—” you pant, trying to ease off of him, the pleasure getting too much for you, but his hands stroke both your thighs keeping them in place. “bout to cum sugu.”

you could hear him mumble something, you didn’t care what, but the two taps he gave to your thigh let you know you could release all over him. you cry out as you cum, feeling yourself spill out all over his face. geto continues to eat you up, drinking in everything he can take, his chin getting covered by what he couldn’t swallow.

 “you are way too good at that.” you gasp as you slowly come up off his face, your breathing still laboured.

“only the best for you princess,” he jests with his eyes half open, a blissful smile on his lips as his tongue swipes at the remains of you left on his face.

“yeah me and all the other freshmen you fuck,” you mutter, to yourself but he heard you loud and clear.

“what was that?” he urges, wanting you to repeat your claims. before you started fucking geto, you knew he was and what he was about and technically you didn’t care, you only wanted him for his mouth game—which proved to be very useful. but when he tries to sweet talk you you couldn’t help but be reminded of what kind of guy he is.

“i think you heard me,” you shrug, “i’m saying it to insult you or anything, i'm just telling the truth. you like to fuck everbody and everything.”

“wait? is this why you won’t stay the night?” he says, sitting up, staring you down. 

“you must be only a pretty face, if you thought otherwise,” you laugh at his shock.

“no it’s just i think its crazy that you just won’t stay,” he complains, glaring at you as you put back on your clothes, “we could get to know each other properly.”

“like we agreed when we first started messing around,” you cringe, pitying the pouty look on his face. “let’s just… keep this casual”

“but that was ages ago,” he tries to reason, “some may say you’re just using me for sex.”

“suguru we use each other for sex,” you respond quickly, you step towards him pressing a peck on his pouty lips, with a smirk on your face as you see his lips chasing yours as you pull away, “well i'm gonna go now, i’m sure i’ll see you at one of your many lame parties you and your people always throw. it’s been fun as always” geto raises his eyebrows in acknowledgement, blowing out a hard breath, as he watches you strut out of his bedroom.

“she’ll stay the night eventually.” he murmurs to himself, maybe it’s wishful thinking, but a guy can dream.

AN: she’s only gone and done it. but yeah how was it guys 🥺? There’s only two lines in this whole fic that I actually thought “damn I cooked here” if you guess the lines you win a reward. ALSO IDK WHY I WAS DROPPING HINTS AT SOME GOJO ON SOME MR STEAL UR GIRL TYPE SHIT but I just went with it. But geto is sooo sweet HE JUST WANTS U TO STAY and you don’t even fuckinnn stay 😭😭 looool aren’t u mean. Technically I wrote the fic backwards it was meant to start with the “r u gonna stay the night” AND then gojo and geto would have a a conversation about you AND the it would end w the party and u tucking but I wanted to keep if one continuous flow and ANYWAYS this an is becoming a diary entry so LMK UR THOUGHTS PLEASE CAUSE THIS HAD ME STRETCHED

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

Okay, this batch is a bit freaky.

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.

Dazai: everyday a woman cries i kill myself out of respect. Chuuya: Instead of helping her you make it about yourself

I’m so obsessed with your lust quirk fics they’re so good 😮‍💨 could you do one w todoroki?

It's purring. (This came straight out of my pussy I won't even sugarcoat it, literally one of the horniest experiences of my life)

Lust quirk w/ Shoto!

↑ Contains; ProHero!Shoto x fem!reader, aphrodisiac themes, begging, choking (hardly), no condom, no prep, reader is a terrible neighbour, shamelessly desperate Shoto :D

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An oddly patterned series of knocks upon your apartment's front door disturbs you from your nightly routine and you sigh, irritated due to the timing, the fact that you were halfway through changing into your sleepwear, and finally due to the fact that you'd just made sure every light was out only to now turn them back on again.

"Oh, what the hell..."

There's no way you can answer the door right now! You look down at your bare legs. Hell no, even if you weren't clad in only panties and a shirt, you still didn't have any makeup on. Before you can shrug it off and continue changing, pretend you're not home and snuggle up in your fresh sheets, another string of knocks sound. Somehow, they seem a little more desperate than before?

"Ugh, hold on, jeez." you complain to yourself whilst flinging your pyjama bottoms to the floor agitatedly, then push your oversized T-shirt down to cover your exposed lower half and expertly navigate your way through the dark, too stubborn to flick any switches and help yourself. Hopefully this is just a package being delivered?

The moment you unlock and pull back the door, concern draws itself upon your features.

"Todoroki?"

The slumped figure before you, partially blocking the yellowish lighting from out in the hallway, straightens almost immediately at the sound of his name being called as if he hadn't knocked in the first place, eyes shaded by a hooded, lustful gaze directed your way. Something's wrong, obviously. Your friend and coworker is usually so calm and composed.

Your worried stare slowly travels downward and holy shit he’s unbuttoning his shirt. You can see his abs. His defined, beautiful abs. The ones that prove the strength he worked so hard to obtain during his hero training. Wait, he’s not injured is he…?

"A-Are you hurt?" You blurt out, training your eyes anywhere else but his body. Man, this feels illegal.

Is he HURT? Why would he come to you and not the hospital anyway!?

"Y/n-" the hero begins, pausing once he clocks your current attire. Todoroki's eyebrows bow all of a sudden and he practically collapses against the door frame, an arm coming up to shield his forehead as his cheeks puff out with a long, uncontrolled exhale.

Your mouth opens, but you doubt you'd be able to correctly respond to the second bout of hurried words currently falling from his own, so you keep it closed tightly.

"Oh, you look so fucking hot okay—" He breathes out, closing his bicolour eyes. The unexpected statement, although a dizzying compliment to yourself, seems as though it's a problem for him. You don’t miss the way his other hand starts to wave his shirt back and forth from his chest, using it as a makeshift fan.

Also, you'd been ready for bed not even five minutes ago, bare faced and tired as all hell, in what world would your appearance be considered as 'hot'!? Alright, this is seriously confusing. And you're stood here in your underwear! ... In front of... Hah, oh.

Blushing harder than a drunken man, you take it upon yourself to grab a flustered Todoroki's wrist and drag him into your dark apartment, shutting the front door so that the both of your forms are visible in the moonlight filtering through a large window only, it's pearly glow illuminating each and every one of your features.

Of course, he didn't let that happen without a "fuck, don't- don't grab me like that I-", but that doesn't mean anything serious, right?

Whipping your head around to face the poor guy, you raise your voice a little as you ask: "Okay, calm down. Stop stuttering for a sec, can you take your time and tell me what's wrong?"

Only a frustrated groan can be heard in return.

Then, out of nowhere, his mouth is forced onto your own and the mix between a pleased moan and a confused yelp that escapes you is something to be embarrassed about. Your face feels as if it's melting, the way his tall frame bends to reach you slightly and his newfound grip on your waist overheating you. You don't have time to decide whether or not you should kiss back as Todoroki soon separates himself and cuts your next hurried words off.

"Should we be doing thi—"

"I need you, I need you, it's so,"

His pleading stops to then continue into the crook of your neck, which you definitely did not give him access to. The tingling sensation his heavy hands leave behind as they're rubbing up and down over your hips sends you to heaven and back.

"So frustrating... I know we're friends and I really hate myself for ruining us, I swear, I'll never speak to you again Y/n, just please touch me. Anywhere you want." Todoroki's hushed, whiney voice alone is enough to make you moan, in fact it does. The hero's thick fingers slide beneath the handles of your panties, rolling them down on both sides with the movement for easy removal if you let him.

"You're moaning now oh fuck, nngh, I can't take this much longer. It hurts."

The words vibrate over your neck and he soon begins to leave openmouthed kisses on the heated skin, breathing heavier than ever. God, it feels so good to hear him beg for you, to experience everything you've ever wanted. But should you be feeling this right now? You've heard rumours of a certain "Lust Villain" around your agency enough times, and there's no denying their existence after what's just happened.

You begin to interrogate the derailed hero, removing him from you when you speak.

“Have you fought any villains today?”

Your fingers are suddenly in Todoroki’s two-tone hair, making it messier than it was before. He hums a low mmph and tries his best to give you an answer.

“I was- I have. They shot me with something,”

You can’t imagine how surprised you look as his eager hands find your asscheeks, ashamed of the slutty moans that flow straight from your chest.

“You said, hah, that you were in pain yeah?”

He squeezes, harshly. Gritting your teeth in order to control your voice, you force yourself to focus on his instead. It’s not until the texture of his jeans and the cold metal zip tickles your palm do you notice that he hasn’t spoken until now.

Holy shit, when did he take your hand?

“Right here, you can feel how hard I am, right?” Todoroki presses his forehead to yours, his body heat immediately making itself apparent on your skin.

He’s pushing your hand harder against his crotch, eyes closed whilst his other free hand is still cupping the soft flesh right underneath your ass. You can make out the distinct outline of his cock even through the thick denim covering, restricting it.

It’s instant relief when you dare to give an experimental rub with the heel of your palm, and the hero makes it very clear.

“Ah~” He whines deeply, feeling every drop of precum soak and stain his underwear.

The debauched sound causes your walls to clench straight away, and you give not even a second thought about helping him out. Wow, your resolve totally just threw itself out of the window.

Todoroki lets you drag him by the arm once again, this time with your bedroom in mind, although he doesn’t wait to cage your smaller form between himself and the kitchen counter. His hips are already nudging into your ass before you know it, and all you can do is lean forward over the solid marble and hide your flushed face. Then, he snakes his muscular arms around your waist, holding you closer with every thrust.

This is getting you so wet, pussy slicked up by your arousal and it hasn’t even been touched yet. His restrained dick is rock hard against you, twitching and jolting under his clothes.

The heat of your cheeks must be making your eyes water, because it’s getting increasingly difficult to see through the gaps of your fingers each time he occasionally grabs your hips to slam them back into his.

“Shiiiiit,”

Your glossy eyes widen a fraction at the aggressive growl emitting from behind you. He’s trying to hold back, you can tell.

Soft ah’s and oh’s disrupt the midnight silence, both of you unable to contain them. Until—

“Ohhhhh God… M' so sorry, I can’t wait any longer, you’re on the pill right?”

You respond with a cute, pathetic sniffle and a nod, still covering your face. The curve of your back arching even more once he stops moving, the lack of friction making you feel empty.

Without a single word, Todoroki swiftly tugs your panties down halfway and you cross your arms over the counter to nestle your head even lower. It’s awfully silent other than his laboured breathing and the jingle of his belt being unbuckled. The suspense is fucking killing you.

Faster and faster, he’s fucking his large hand to his current view: you, legs shaking and back arched, covered tits smushed into the cold marble. His brainwashed mind travels from ‘how far can her legs spread’ to ‘sliding along the counter must’ve been making her nipples so hard’. A slight glint of moonlight reflecting off of your leaking cunt catches his attention.

“Uhhhhh…” Drawing out his delicious moan caused by the sight, his upper body almost collapses atop of yours, but luckily he catches himself on the counter.

You jump when his middle finger unexpectedly parts your lower lips by dragging a quick line between them, halfheartedly checking in case you’re not lubricated enough as if you aren’t already drenched. Your clit pulses due to the fleeting stimulation, your little hole practically dripping and his quivering mouth opens with a silent moan.

“How- How are you this wet?” Todoroki’s in disbelief as he studies the thick coating of your slick around his finger, but seemingly insatiable desire quickly overpowers it.

The desperate hero sucks off every trace of your juices and doesn’t even bother to engage in further foreplay, he wouldn’t be able to cope much longer. He knows he probably should’ve gone about this in a way that’s more comfortable for you, but thinking straight is something completely foreign in this moment. Anyways, he knows you’re wetter than ever for his twitching cock. You’ll take him just fine. Right?

With serious haste, Todoroki forces his aching cock past your pussy lips and the sudden sensation paralyses you. Shock, pain and ultimate pleasure contort your facial features in ways that you’ve never seen, nor anybody else until now.

“Sh-Shoto—” you muffle loudly into the back of your forearm, inwardly panicking about your legs not being able to stay up for much longer. Todoroki’s hand frantically searches for your neck whilst he continues to push his throbbing dick inside of you. And when he finally can grab ahold of your throat, he lifts up your head to cover your mouth with his other hand.

From beside your head, he’s observing the debauched expressions that play out on your cute little face, tempting him to fuck you senseless like he currently has a choice. His palms are oddly completely different temperatures against your damp skin, definitely a side effect of his quirk. The hold around your neck is colder but isn’t uncomfortable at all, you find that the lack of air reaching your lungs is numbing the pain rippling from your core.

“So, tight, o-oh my god,” the hero groans between rapid breaths, pausing his sentence whenever your warm pussy squeezes around his pink tip too much. The further he manages to reach within your fucking guts with his long cock, the more frequent and harder his tiny thrusts are getting.

The tearing pain is starting to subside for now, your walls finally getting acquainted with his size. That is until his length enters areas totally unknown to even yourself. Your watery eyes clench shut immediately. Todoroki releases your throat as a would-be strained, guttural moan simultaneously rips from your chest, the lack of restriction from his grip causing the noise to increase in volume and heartiness.

“nnnnNGHAH!” The echoing sound is hardly muted by his palm, even when he tightens it against your plump lips halfway through. He may be completely under the influence of a lust quirk, but that doesn’t mean Todoroki’s forgotten what time of night it is. Nor about the group of people he can hear in the next apartment over.

Suddenly, he’s completely stilled behind your weak, shivering form. It takes a few seconds for you to notice that he’s stilled your body too. His previous grasp on your neck seems to have situated itself within your tangled hair, big clenched fist having yanked on a handful to steady your movements. Typical late night city ambiance and laboured, heavy inhales and exhales through your noses are the only things audible to you.

You feel the hard throbbing and twitching of his dick everywhere in your lower half during this bout of silence, the heavy pressure of it leaning into your clenching walls almost unbearable. The way he’s keeping his hips pressed to your bare asscheeks with so much strength. And how his chin is nearly resting on your shoulder, shaky fingers gripping the furthest edge of the counter just proving his intimidating size. You need him to move. Surely he must be dying to, no? He said it was painful… so why isn’t he movi-

Your feeble attempts to wiggle around within the cage of Todoroki’s muscular arms instantly make every inch of his body coil impossibly tight around your own.

“Stop, gah! moving... Listen.” his usually soft, calming voice is rough and breathy next to your heated ear. A demand.

Trying your hardest to focus, you open your tired eyes and almost zone out whilst your ears are searching for whatever he wants them to hear. There’s nothing?! You’re about to speak up, about to beg him furiously just to fucking moveeeee when you finally catch on.

Only faint, yet still noticeable if you aren’t miles away in La La Fuck Me Land. Excited teenage chatter… clinking glass bottles and… oh great. Your new neighbour. You’d previously ran into her a few times on your way home, a quick wave and a smile and whatnot. Both of you were on good terms, but the thought of being known as that type of neighbour is scaring you. What if her friends already heard your embarrassing sex noises— what if they’re all laughing at you right now, not just some random joke or celebratory cheers?

“Tch- Tchodoroki, thatsh my new neighbour.” His hold on your mouth is so strong now that your words are close to being a string of incomprehensible hums.

“Look, I wanna move so, fucking, badly. It’s literally killing me to be inside you like this, when—”

You furrow your brows in confusion when the hero pauses out of nowhere, but they soon bow pathetically once you realise his prominent abs are tensing up against your back. Your heart flutters as Todoroki hurries to rid of his pesky shirt and throws it to the tiled floor. He then practically tries to rip your own shirt off before it reaches your head, urging to grant it the same fate strewn across the floor.

The tiny movements of his cock are gonna drive you nuts, you think.

“When I can feel you dripping down my thighs and you’re making me feel so fucking hot, I, just… If I move, Y/n, you’ve gotta promise me you’ll be quiet. I can’t risk being seen exiting your home after so much noise, promise me.”

Anything.

“Promisch.”

That’s all the hero needs you to say before driving his pelvis to thump against your asscheeks, his leaking cock hardly leaving your cunt just to be rammed back inside. You manage to suck in a panicked gasp through Todoroki’s thick fingers. He’s barely started and he’s already reaching places nobody else ever has. Just how big is he?

You’re almost embarrassed by the saliva that escapes your lips and wets his palm, but if anything, he’s fucking loving it. It’s only an incentive to fuck you so much faster, harder than before, just to keep you drooling for his dick like a thirsty slut.

The pace of his thrusts increases as well as the ear ringing slapping they bring with them. You can hear everything, everything him. Only Todoroki. Every obscene squelch coming from between your legs, every ragged, shaky breath he breathes, every word that just comes tumbling out of his mouth without warning.

“Ah, you’re so slutty for me— Mmmm, god I love it so much.”

For a second there you might’ve forgotten who’s cock you’re being pounded by if you didn’t have his voice memorised. You’ve never once heard the man say such dirty words, but damn if it isn’t the best thing you’ve ever listened to.

He’s practically jackhammering into your sloppy pussy now, set on achieving only one goal: to cum. He’s been trying to keep his aching pain on a low for too long, he needs to reach his high or else he might go insane.

If Todoroki wasn’t under the influence, you’d definitely have something to say about the lack of stimulation he’s providing you. But even then, with the way he’s repeatedly bullying your cervix to no avail, you’d hardly be able to form the right words to say. It’s something about the way he’s desperately pulling on the counter with all his strength just to fuck into you, you can’t think straight enough to worry about it chipping beneath his grip.

“Lower, lower,” the hero orders and bites the shell of your ear, and you’re trying to string a coherent sentence in your foggy mind to ask him what he means before the hand tangled in your hair manoeuvres your head so that your fucked out face is smushed into the cold marble. Your back arches as far as it can, making Todoroki comb a clammy hand through his usually neat fringe whilst forcing your back down with his elbow.

Somehow, this position allows his length to brush up and down the perfect spot inside, and you don’t think you can hold another noise in with the euphoric, tingling sensation crawling all the way along your spine.

Well, that “promisch” didn’t take much to break, did it?

“Fu-u-uck!” The sudden change of volume in the room startles him and even yourself, you had no idea that you could be so vocal. You gain the courage to make worried, guilty eye contact with the hero. Let’s just say, you can’t regret your choice.

Looking at him with his back straightened, alarmed and wide eyed like a deer in headlights, fluffy two-tone locks astray and messy, a sheen of sweat glazing his forehead and threatening to drip… pastel irises almost swallowed by his dilated pupils. Pretty… so fucking pretty. The sight alone causes your already constricting walls to clench even harder around Todoroki’s jolting cock, and he wonders how the fuck you haven’t pushed all of him out yet. He can’t move with your pussy gripping him like this, but it doesn’t seem like he has to try when you say:

“Todoro-ki, I wanna cum too, p-please don’t,”

You take a deep breath of air like his dick had been taking it away from you all the is time and continue.

“Tease me… like this…”

The newer tears forming in your eyes, paired with the words you say don’t give the man any time to gather self restraint, as he’s already began to cum.

His seed paints your insides icy white, the temperature of it driving you crazy. The expression he’s wearing whilst his hot cum fills you up is something you’ll never forget. Eyebrows dipping, nose slightly scrunched, eyes clamped shut and gorgeous lips trying and failing to conceal the moan behind them.

“Nngh~haha—” a breathless, overwhelmed laugh follows the unholy sound, the intensity of his orgasm being anything but funny.

You can’t see it, but you can feel all of it. There is already so much of him coating your sensitive core. You swear it’s starting to trickle down your thigh more and more each time Todoroki's hips continue to make contact with your lower half. Warm cum being pushed in and out of your tight hole, some of it being splattered upon your kitchen tiles by the strength of his thrusts. Even with hardly any room given between you both he's still managing to fuck into you so hard, with so much power. Hunger and desire.

His legs are trembling, as are yours. You can't imagine how exhausted he must feel after enduring the symptoms of that quirk he fell victim to, draining the last of his energy to chase the insane discomfort away. You almost forgot about his situation purely because he's making you feel so damn good. You know he's using your body as an outlet, you would be a fool for thinking there's more to these circumstances than there actually is.

“Nngh, you...okay?” you ask sweetly, trying to whisper, and Todoroki dons an adoring, appreciative smirk at your attempt to look out for him even whilst being fucked stupid.

Oh, he's fine.

If he's being completely honest he doesn't know whether or not he should be thankful for today's events or if he should be pissed off fucking rotten.

“Yeah, yeah.” He sighs with his tiny smile morphing into a pleasured grimace, still slightly amused by your concern despite his current state.

Of course he's okay, you could say he's having the time of his life right now. The hero may be under the control of an aphrodisiac of some sort, and he may not be able to think straight, but he's got one thing down for sure: He wanted this— you, sober or otherwise.

You'd clearly been on his brain the moment he got attacked, and maybe the moment before that one, and the moment before that moment, even. But that doesn't mean it was that quirk urging him to fuck you, oh no. Todoroki had that part planned way before, all this is just a minor adjustment to his schedule.

“Shhhhhoto, you're so lou.......”

Are you talking to him? Anyways—

Yes, that orgasm was the most intense 15 seconds he's ever experienced, but he feels guilty for it. What if you think he's using you? Actually, that's true, but USING using you? This is what's pissing him off. He could've been jackhammering you, stone cold sober right now without a worry. You would know that he's serious about you.

But then again, he could've just gone back to his place and fucked his fist until the effects wore off. Yet he's here, fucking you to no avail. God, he wants to see how your perfect face looks when you cum so hard on his dick. Needs to rough you up and make you want him 24/7. He must. Now.

Todoroki, line of vision lowering in a lusty, irritated daze, is dragged under by a series of utterly euphoric waves as soon as his trance is shattered by the sight of your little cunt barely able to take the entirety of his fat cock even with him pressed so hard against your quivering body.

The view is making him so weak, so grateful for you. Letting his head hang for a few seconds, he forces his eyes shut in case he rushes to earn another orgasm again. He won't let himself cum unless it's with you. The pain is nothing more than a challenge to him, just a means to see how long he can last until he can't take anymore—

“Fuck! Ple-hease, please!” you're literally sobbing now, too tired to face the hero.

Shit! Why're you being so loud!?

...It seems that you're not the only one who's suddenly increased the volume, either.

“Grr! Mmph, oh my fucking god,” Todoroki has been getting louder this entire time, had you tried to tell him just then? His own growling and groaning through gritted teeth is causing his ears to ring after zoning out for so long.

Honestly, fuck the neighbours, either of you could give less of a shit at this point, you're too lost in the feeling.

On impulse, he snakes an unsteady hand around your hips to immediately rub soft, weak circles on your puffy clit. His fingers are burning hot to the touch which is only increasing the sensitivity of the bud. Not to mention the perfect amount of pressure he's rubbing you with just increases the pleasure tenfold.

The tears rolling down your face and gathering on the marble beneath eventually soak into your hair, but you can't control yourself with him pounding your poor pussy this fast and—

“HUH! Shit, shit, shit!”

You bite down the urge to scream in pleasure when Todoroki quickly leans over to busy his other hand with one of your tits, rolling and flicking your nipple, simultaneously keeping you steady by forcefully pulling your body flat against his broad, sticky chest.

Yeah that’s right, atta girl, he thinks to himself.

Now that he's stimulating two of the most vulnerable parts of you, you begin to lose it. You're pleading, begging the man to “keep going, keep going, don't stop!”, and you're convinced that if he does stop, takes away your detrimental release, you might even die.

“Cum with me,” the feral hero demands with that irresistible voice into the crook of your lolling neck, “cum with me, baby.”

Jesus, fuck! This is so intense! So close, so close, so close-

!!

“Cumming—!”

All you can manage is a tiny, strained pathetic cry before crashing down in his hold, shivering body nearly paralysed with overstimulation as you squirt, helplessly tensing up with Todoroki's fingers still toying with you.

He’s rubbing you through your orgasm just as his own hits him like a brick.

“Hmph, hmph, huh, Y/n!”

The man can hardly fucking breathe as the high courses through his veins, and he has to squeeze you hard due to the sheer amount of pleasure from watching you squirt all over his fingers, and relief from that damn aching pain swiftly fading away.

.

.

.

“…I wanna take you out for dinner tomorrow.” (Sober.)

“No, no it’s okay Shoto. You.. you don’t have to make it up to me.”

“Make it up to you? It’s not like I was using you, I could’ve chosen anybody else. Notice how I’m not apologising for that specifically.”

“Do you really mean that?”

You’re even more shocked to the core to see a few tears sliding down Todoroki’s cheeks when you crane your head around in disbelief.

“Um! Are you okay, still?”

The serious grasp on your torso lightens, and you can feel a messy head of hair pressed into the side of your face. He grins and blesses you with an uncharacteristic wheezy chuckle, absolutely fucked out for the night.

Neither of you have to say a word after that as you help each other clean up, even though you’re both desperate to get the hell into bed and pass out.

A comfortable, happy silence.

/-/-/-/

“I’ll pick you up at five, that sound good?” Todoroki says as he’s on his way out of your apartment.

You shout excitedly from the bathroom, soaking in the bubble bath he so adorably prepared for you before you woke up, “Yup!”

Your agreement paints yet another relieved smile on the hero’s face whilst he end the conversation with an “alright”. He feels like a total loser grinning like this, he admits to himself, making sure your front door is shut properly before spinning on his heel.

Oh, but that smile doesn’t linger for too long.

He’s met with your next door neighbour, face to face. She’s holding her keys, in the position she was in before she spotted his recognisable face, about to unlock her door to put down her grocery bags.

Todoroki’s expressions falls instantly, morphing into a terrified grimace.

“I will literally pay you—”

“I won’t say a word, take my details if you don’t believe me.” She offers him a soft, trustworthy look.

‘Phew’ may as well have been written on the man’s forehead. But wait!

“Don’t… Don’t say anything to her, okay?” He gestures to your door, knowing full well that you’re at peace with the situation after forgetting about your audience, relaxed in your little bubble bath without a worry in the world.

“Understood.” She nods politely.

“Have a nice day.”

/-/-/-/

“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