I Want One – Suna X Reader Wc 491 – F!reader

¡! 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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WELL HIII

I am going to start a song fiction (event—? Sort of I guess) !

And feel free to drop your prompts in my ask or dm !

I don't initially have any due date for now. But if I feel I have enough idea and stuff to write I will close it.

Status : open

Requests and prompts (rules and stuff idk (ಥ_ʖಥ) :

— drop the song name and the character name

— feel free to add your little detailed idea

— I write for haikyuu, bnha, jujutsu kaisen, demon slayer, attack on titan, bungou stray dogs, blue lock!, chainsaw man, genshin for now.

— will take nsfw request if the song is thirsty or either you tell me in your prompt. Mdni for the thirsty requests.

— if you have any question regarding this feel free to head to my ask or dm.

#songfiction

— texting your jjk male bestfriend’s random ‘I love you’

— jujustu kaisen x reader.

Bakugou was always famous among the hero community, in his early teens for his temper, during the starting of his hero career for being so good at what he did.

Though now as you scroll through twitter and bakugou is the number two rising hero, you can figure out how the gruffy man was chosen to be the sexiest hero this year.

Shots of the pro hero dynamite has been going viral for few weeks now, simps, his fangirls as well as the fan boys have gotten his and yours attention about this matter after trending the #daddybakugou hastag.

bakugou didn't care about it, the posts actually fed his ego if you were honest. He would just scoff at the comments and roll his eyes and give the aura that screamed as if he didn't already know he was a 'double course snack'.

And you yourself have to admit his abs does look really good, not only in the shots but also when he comes out of the shower after another tired mission, another tired 'I think we need a break' and you pretend you could ignore his issues which he tries to forget through you, but it isn't easy— even if you keep trying to priortise your sexual desire when you watch the hot water of shower dripping off his defined eight packs— ah they were definitely drool worthy.

But. But the one thing the world or any of his lover couldn't see or be proud over was his back after you leave the marks of your nails all over them. The work of art of several red marks on the rising top hero, which you can bet his past lovers wish they could mark on but unfortunately for them though— seemed like bakugou only liked those marks by your familiar black painted nails.

The bite marks digged onto his broad shoulder, that turns purple in the morning and you can't get enough of it. You are proud of the nails mark over his sturdy back that everyone relies on, yet look at how they are at mercy under a certain manicured hands.

So a lazy smug smile has been stuck on your face since you saw bakugou putting on the t-shirt that he threw somewhere in the corner of your room last night, groaning when the fabric was touching his skin littered marks.

“you did this on purpose didn't you” his piercing red eyes looking back to your twinkling mischievous one through the mirror. you just continue to smile at him.

another roll of his eyes because of your lack of response as he continues to look for his winter coat he always seemed to wear during the season he hates.

“wanted to make your girlfriend jealous” you chipped, lips pursued into a smile but your throat felt like it was burning. You stretched your arms, letting the blanket fall of your topless body, chest littered with similar marks left on the hero infront of you.

“she isn't my girlfriend” he stopped putting on his watch, raising his head to look at you again through the mirror, eyes flickering noticing your naked soft skin. Will he be too late for a round two?

“Uh— yes you guy are on a break again” you dragged the uh a little, picking up the fallen robe on your wooden floor, you sighed closing your eyes. “sorry forgot you didn't cheat like her”

Your obvious voice mocking him in the face, bakugou turned around, clenching his fist to throw any snarky comment he could think of but he couldn't because the girl he was hang up on, did infact betray him. And he couldn't change the fact.

You stepped off the bed but as soon as the pressure fell on your feet you could feel the soaring pain through your legs. cramps jerking up between your thighs.

“fuck” you cursed trying to stand properly and tie the knot of your robe, while the piercing red eyes followed your movements.

“oh did I go too hard on the number four hero?" The smug look on bakugou was evident, arms over his chest as he stood leaning against the door frame of your bedroom ready to leave for his empty apartment.

You just returned a fake smile followed with a roll of eyes. He doesn't know why he puts up with your bratty act or short tempered mood swings. Maybe next time you shouldn't be able to walk at all for two days straight. He makes a mental note of that.

Stumbling over to the bathroom you were just about to step on the white tiles, but your left foot slipped. The fabric of your silky lace bra was thrown across the room by the certain blond last night and now you could feel you are loosing balance and you were going to land on your butt but before that two big hands hold you by your shoulder.

“fuckin’ idiot” bakugou growled, breathing sharply— the wooden floor of your bedroom was surely hard enough— he had felt it well and hard after accidentally tripping over your charger and hitting his head when you were in the bathroom but it was too embarrassing of a story for the crude man to share.

“You could have asked me if I was okay first mister bakugou” you stood up, untangling yourself from his big veiny hands which were plunging inside your repeatedly last night. You inhaled deeply thinking back at the memories. This dude surely needs to slow his shit down.

“Oh? I am mister bakugou now ? last thing I remember you were screaming 'katsuki! Please Katsuki more'” he mocked, mimicking your voice in a pitch shrill voice, failing miserably ofcouse, you sound nothing like that.

Giving him a eye closed smile, you swiftly pinched at what you remember the last place you saw your marks on his back, causing a low groan to escape from his mouth.

Satisfied— your closed the bathroom door on his face after entering quickly, laughing to yourself by the amusing yells and curses thrown by the pomeranian from the other side of the door.

You knew well that he could break the door and get you but his urgency to go to her was proven once again when you heard the fading footsteps leaving towards the exit of your expensive apartment. Nudging off to the shower to get ready for your work, you took off your robe.

Letting the hot drizzling water flow over your body, you relaxed closing your eyes, not realising tears also started leaking through the corner of your closed eyes. You wonder when the games between the both of you would end.

But the proud smile on your face was etched once again when you remembered the dark mark on his back you left. So even if the world gets to see his abs through a ripped piece clothing or the girl who is so proud after achieving a label on their on and off relationship by the blonde. you already knew how to make bakugou yours. Even if that means you play a little dirty.

Guess you will accept the date proposal from the one and only number one hero.

Sequel : honey trap

Ban Yoedan has my heart and istg if Dani doesn't keep him (I don't have time to read the novel so I'm just on manhwa info) then I will quite happily take him off her hands, the man is the bestest boy 🥹

It’s almost mesmerizing, the way Al-Haitham responds to him so well, head bent down and eyes narrowed in concentration. He moves with every light push from Kaveh, mirrors every shift in weight. He follows Kaveh’s lead confidently, unhesitantly, as if there’s no need to doubt where Kaveh will take him.  Like he believes in him. 

-- another name for a companion, chapter 1

time to post what everyone (me) has been waiting for from me with bated breath: haikavetham masquerade

Can I also get added to the tag list for the oikawa x reader (kuroo x reader) fic?

Yessss and to everyone who also asked to be the taglist you will be added to it. The taglist will get closed after this chapter though :)

“that escalated quickly”

Suna x fem!reader

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

Note : YOU NEED TO READ A SMALL PART ONE TO GET IT SO DONT MISS IT OUT, mdni.

 ⩩ part : 1, current one, ⩩ part : 3

Mouth agape, your eyes shimmering, looking straight into his green ones, while your hands rests upon his thighs to hold yourself.

The hot breath on his tip is leaving him with tingles under his skin and just when the wetness of your tongue meets his dick, suna loses it.

He holds your jaw, and as on command, just like a obedient kitten, your lips wraps around his member tightly, mind fuzzy as his tip feels the back of your throat, he shudders, it's just halfway through.

“y/n” your eyes locks with his again, his heart is beating abruptly and even if he could feel the caverns of your mouth, it isn't warm enough.

The inexperienced swirl of your tongue even if gives him jolts throughout his body, it just doesn't satisfy the desire at the pit of his stomach and he feels the need to hold your head and mouthfuck you mercilessly.

But with the doe eyes that you look up, they look so fond of what they were seeing now, his thighs clenches, fuck he is cumming just from looking at your face—

Pants followed with clenched eyes, he is prepared to paint your mouth white yet the stimulation disappears.

Eyes shot open immediately searching for the incomplete warmth, but the only thing he sees is his dim ceiling, sheets half covering his body and how the ticking sound of the clock is echoing through his dorm.

Yet another wet dream this week, suna probably has gone crazy to think about you that way especially after he himself left your dorm, turning your sweet request down.

He is no where near a virgin but man, his wet dreams nowadays, especially about you makes him take a memory tour when he was going through his puberty. Horny and restless.

He seems like a dick, he has been called one here and there but he wasn't one to his dear friends but now even suna is rethinking if the jerk contact saved in atsumu's phone for him was really deserving.

Because he left you, no not by just telling you that you are sick and you will regret this but after leaving hickeys on your skins and with a red swollen lips of his own.

He rejected your proposal and yet he had the audacity to pull you closer, grip your waist and make out with you. It seems like he is the one who is out of his mind.

And If that wasn't enough, he has been avoiding you when you try to talk, skipping classes that had dear y/n in it too, canceling group hangouts which includes you and all sorts of stuff a person would do when they ghost you.

But shit, how could he face you when everytime he looks at your face more than ten seconds, he could feel his pants tightening, his dick twitching. he is shameless, he wants to bang his head against the wall.

Because believe him, he is not someone who cares about this type of stuff alot, or care about someone that much to hold himself back— he believed that one night stands were okay, since it's a adult thing.

But is it really okay for him to do this when you are his friend, because your parents sure trust him not to fuck their daughter or have wet dreams about you.

Fuck this is all you fault, If you just didn't, didn't ask him with those doe eyes, glimmering with desperation like a kid who wants a toy, yet those facile eyes showed lust, lust which were overcoming your senses.

The same lust that is now clouding his mind by just the thought of you. It's a lie if he said he doesn't want to wreck you on his cock, he wonders how satisfying and warmer it will feel inside you in reality rather than those empty dreams.

Your fucked out face and you just moaning his name, with the same sickeningly sweet tone you used over the years to call him.

That's cuts off to how his hands are again roughly palming himself while he sat on the toilet uncomfortably, fuck no he should stop. He really should stop jerking off to the thought of you, to the photo of you in his phone.

The photo you sent on the same night he left you being wet and restless, the night he left with a visible buldge in his pant, the night he first jerked off to you, exposed thighs visible on his screen in a way that with just a little more heists up of your skirt and he could see your heat leaking through you.

Maybe he should also let you see the dick, you wanted to see so adorably, with his pretty hands wrapped around it?

suna rintarnou sent a snap.

Taglist : @tojicvmslut @bluecatton @nagitosfrontallobe @antwuver @navywavy99 @bbyxxm @kazumihaitani @dearsunaa

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

you should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk.

“stop you were scared of y/n” getou laughed his ass off, he was almost going to loose his footing and just fall. you were having a conversation about when you chased gojo satoru with a vaccum cleaner but that's a story for another time.

satoru on response to that just rolled his eyes. “why would I be scared of that” he lowers his sunglasses, just giving you a glance of his beautiful eyes.

there it goes, gojo satoru’s habit of referring to you as ‘it’ for no specific reason, whenever he is loosing a arguement. you almost scoff at his childishness.

“i don't take shit from someone with no forehead” you mutter, titling your glass. “ooh that's a violation” shoko joins in the conversation, she isn't able to stand properly at this point. she was not even sober when she came to the club, let alone now.

“yea and this no forehead man still gets more bitches than you” you have a urge to punch his stupid beautiful face but you refrain and just repeat what he said in a squeaker voice, mocking gojo always gets the best reaction from him after all.

but before he could spat out his comeback (he didn't have any), geto points a finger past you nudging at the blue eyed man. “12’o clock hottie, eyes set on you” oh, as soon as she moves past you, you can already smell her expensive perfume. one word to explain the girl, alluring.

‘you should think about the consequences of your magnetic field being way too strong.

you take a swift sip of your whiskey, feeling the burn in your throat, your nose slightly scrunching up, okay maybe it was a bad idea to chug the whole glass down that fast.

but more than the sensation in your throat, the tingle on your skin are burning slightly more whenever your eyes fall on the two attractive pair, leaning on the counter, standing a little away from the group.

“love, if you look at her any more hard, her head is going to have a hole” shoko suggests, though her words are kinda spluttery, but you know what she meant.

“is it just me or her getting mad is kinda hot” getou adds, and your hands flies to hit on his arms playfully. “but y/n? really? satoru when I'm right here” he continues to tease, as you laugh. you know getou is trying to cheer you up, you are really thankful to your friends for that.

and if it wasn't for him only cheering you up, then you have walked in on him changing before, and to say the least you don't have enough rationality in your body to hold yourself back and fuck the bestfriend of the guy you like.

woah, the way the direction of this plot is going towards, sounds like a sitcom you would pay to watch. the title definitely should be ‘the bestfriend with whom I'm platonic but he just gives me orgasms time to time’

“how does he not even know I like him, I make it so obvious, everyone except him knows” you whine, shifting your eyes from the pair to your glass, are you drunk? you are kind of seeing two glasses in your hand. oh no you were drinking two glasses together at the same time already.

“cough he is not the only person who is blind cough” you look towards the side from where the sound came from, but seems like both of your bestfriend’s mouth were closed shut. yea you must be hearing things.

“but my dear y/n, I don't think anyone would understand you have feelings for them if you threat to stab them whenever they are around you”

“well in my defense! thats just how I show my love”

‘and you should think about the consequences of you touching my hands in a darkened room.

“you shouldn't drink anymore” a hand loosens the grip of your fingers around the glass of the drink, you were just planning to throw down your throat, you don't even know which number this was.

you look up to notice a blue pair of eyes scanning you behind his glasses. your face red, hair messy, glassy eyes. “go away thot” you mutter it without even thinking much.

gojo looks physically offended, but he can't help but let out a laugh “thot? me? he mumbles, finally taking the drink away from your hand as you whined.

“we are not doing this today” the white haired man replied to your action of trying to reach for the drink again, almost instantly, his eyes starts to look for getou and shoko, where were they? how could they leave you in this state.

he is going to throw hands if next time someone calls him a manchild, shoko was legit throwing up in a corner of the club, getou holding her hair for her. he doesn't know them he doesn't know them, a single tear almost escaped his eyes.

“where is your girrrrlfriend toru’” see, gojo would have already quoted his infamous line ‘he doesn't do relationships’, if he wasn't that engrossed in the way you call him by a nickname. “not my girlfriend and she just went to the bathroom”

he looks as the way your ears perk up, and your eyes shift towards the entrance of the bathroom “you didn't go in for a quickie?” you ask, your body slumping against the counter again, and as much as it seems you are teasing him, the question comes out a little softer than intented.

“why did you want to join?” you make a gag expression at that offer. “with you? no” yes you say that while you have imagined his finger knucles deep inside you, his fingers being adorned with several rings did something to you.

right, and you wondered why gojou didn't know you liked him as well. “whatever y/n, I'll call shoko and getou we are going home, no more drinks for you, just stay close to me” his voice comes out stern. it's ironic isn't it? how the most immature person in your group is taking care of everyone now.

His hands wraps around yours, tightly, it really wasn't necessary he could have just held your wrist, but he went finger to finger intertwining his hands against your palm, his were comparatively warmer, a little sweaty for some reason, you wonder why.

but gojo knows why, just as much as your heart was beating crazily— so was his, he is not a stupid teenager, and this is definitely not his first time holding a girl’s hand, yet he is almost loosing it by how close you both were.

you almost mutter out, that why is he like this, why does he always act like a lover taking care of you, but your mind is fuzzy as he walks hand in hand with you, drawing different patterns over your skin, like he is trying to sooth your intoxication.

but you just tug at his sleeves, “let’s stay here for a little while toru’ ” gojo almost misses it, the way you mumbled it so softly, he almost missed it. the whirlwind of emotion he is just feeling right now, couldn't even be conveyed by any means. he is in so love with you, that if you say even to go pick up a star with the exact same tone and voice, he will do it, so he stops all together in his track, okay he will listen to your request, it's fine he can carry you home, and he is sure— suguru can take care of himself and shoko (he couldn't)

‘if you’re single, that's honestly worse, cause you're gorgeous it actually hurts, honey it hurts’

“stop I'm just drowning myself in drinks because I'm heart broken” you dramatically sigh. see, you would have died on the spot if you knew you were actually displaying what you felt, not to mention to gojo. and exaggerating while at it.

but whatever you have said has already made the white haired male go through a million emotion in one second, “oh, you like someone”

“yea and he is a son of a bitch” you are so drunk, you twirl around two middle fingers in the air as if you were cursing the lord for making you attracted to the person you liked.

“you never told me, I thought we were bestfriends—”

“satoru’ she is back” you dodge his question, as your eyes move past him and looks over to the beautiful girl standing and looking for the man infront of you.

he follows your eyes and notices her, he plans to just go over and say bye to her, then get back as soon as he can, so he starts to turn around on his heel, muttering a soft “I'll be right back” as his eyes follow her.

you don't realise how fast your hand moves to holds his arm, he quirks a brow at that, as if signaling you to speak, why were you stopping him?

she hasn't noticed where your satoru was, your lips turned into a frown as you looked up to meet his eyes hidden by black glasses, his white locks falling over his cheeks, they are a little red, you wonder if it's because of how hot the packed room was or perhaps it's because he drank a little.

whatever the reason was, whenever you did look at him, you breath automatically gets stuck, is it shallow of you to adore him due to his looks? pretty privilege must be real.

you forgot what you are going to say, really, what were you even going to say, ask him to not talk to that girl anymore? but that's not your place to ask him of such thing at all. It was already hard enough to speak your mind, it's already hard enough to accept why you feel jealous, so how could you tell him you wanted him to only be with you.

“oh satoru, you are here” a voice chirps behind him, satoru? really? didn't they meet only an hour or two back? she was already calling him by his name, he turns his head to meet the green feline eyes.

“riku, ah well— I don't think I can give you my company anymore, can you—” their conversation slowly starts to fade out, almost like white noises, you let go of his arms, you wonder if he notices, god you wish he did. will he notice that how your perfume grow faints and her starts to engulf his senses, will he?

‘ocean blue eyes, lookin’ in mine, I feel like I might sink and drown and die.

you squat just right infront of the backdoor of the club, your back slumped against the wall, the music inside is too loud, and a headache in your drunken state. though you feel alot sober than when you were inside the club, you cringe at how you behaved today, groaning in annoyance.

“pretty girl like you shouldn't sit alone in a alleyway” a feathery voice snaps you out of the self loathing compilation in your head, as they slump their body weight onto the ground, squating infront of you. copying the way you were sitting against the wall

stupid handsome motherfucker, that's a way to describe gojo satoru. “you know better than anyone how I can even beat your ass in combat” you roll your eyes. you don't like how he takes you breath away everytime he is close.

“oh oh the scary y/n is back, I thought you would continue to be cuter, being drunk”

“i’m not drunk”

“yea and getou loves civilians” he states back, titling his head, eyes still peering into yours. his sunglasses are gone, that's not usual.

but it makes it hard to talk to him more if he just goes around openly with his sickeningly beautiful eyes, not to mention look at you like you are the only person who matters in this world.

“why are you here satoru” his heart shouldn't constantly skip a beat whenever you call his name, it really shouldn't. your lips are turned into a pout, thinking back how he was behaving with that girl.

but who are you to get jealous? that girl looked nice enough, she even made conversation with shoko, and she was beautiful. ugh you hate it. you hate the fact you hated that.

“to get you home y/n, I can't leave a damsel in distress all alone can i?” he smirks, his hands moves to hold your arm, but you retreat.

“i hate you so much gojo” you huff out a sigh, you were holding back since he decided to sit so close to you. “and your stupid gorgeous face” you pause, gojo thinks he might become puddle infront of you if you throw insults and compliment all tigether, pick a side woman.

“and how you make me feel like you care so much about me like you are in love with me”

“i am though” you at first don't realise what he says, your brain doesn't process it so you pretend you didn't hear anything weird or out of the blue, so you decide to continuing to rant “and how you-” but before you could complete that sentence—

his lips, oh god his lips were on yours, softer than imagined, sweeter than imagined, he smells like alcohol. he deepens the kiss, you give in, your hand tangles his soft lock, tugging a fistful of it to pull him closer.

now, that was a way to make you shut up, for sure. you almost whine when he removes his lips only to press few pecks over the span of few seconds.

“you look like a owl” he chuckles, watching your eyes still widen “i imagined you'd be the type to close your eyes while kissing”

“you imagined me kissing?”

“oh, I imagined way more than that” he gives you a devilish smirk, before moving to squat, with his back turning towards you, “hop on” you squint your eyes as he says that, wondering what he meant. “you- you want to carry me?”

He looks back to see your bewildered expression, sighing “yea I want to carry you, you aren't even able to sit properly, let alone stand” he signals you to get on once again, and you listen, that's so unlike of you, is it alcohol or is it because he kissed you, the lingering touch on your lips drugged you more than any amount of alcohol could ever would, so you know the answer to that quiz.

‘guess I'll stumble home to my cats, alone.., unless you wanna come along?

“get in” satoru’s hand tries to push the door close once again, yet you stand on your threshold like a baby, stubbornly like they don't want to leave a playground. “noo, the night just started” you shake your head, your hands holding the door knob.

“you are super duper drunk, and if you don't go to sleep now y/n, I am sure you will hate yourself in the morning”

“haha funny, I'll hate myself in the morning either ways”

“its about time you stop quoting memes” the blue eyed man sighs, he is really being mature right now, principal yaga should seriously see this. next time you shouldn't be the babysitter of him in mission, he should be the one babysitting you.

his hands holds your shoulder, pushing you inside your dorm, closing the door behind him. you throw curses and whine as he walks you towards the bed, making you spin, he makes you sit on the bed. “remind me why I like you so much” huffing out, his hands reaches for your feet, removing one of your shoes off.

“you like me?” you were a lot sober, meaning your senses were too much sensitive to what is happening currently, each breath, each words all seems to chime in your brain loudly. “took you long enough to figure it out”

“i like you too” you gulp, saying it out aloud to the man is extremely hard, but you still have the whiskey in your system even though you felt sober. “really?” he look up at you, brows squinted, hopeful eyes.

“yea really, I was surprised too” he laughs at the comment, pushing of the second shoe off your feet, he stands up, unfolding the blanket near the edge of your bed and wrapping you in it. this is all so soft, which is unlike both of you, you both were like rough edges clashing together, always bickering— being chaotic, being anything but honest or quiet.

“i’ll leave now y/n, I feel we should talk tomorrow” gojo satoru isn't all soft, he really wants to place a kiss on your forehead and stay here but all he does is, pat your head and turns around to leave, heart beating little faster and eyes looking a little happier. though, he couldn't move any further,

your hand holds the hem of his sleeve, he doesn't move away once you stop him, will you again say don't go toru’, oh lord, he won't have any self restrains, you really shouldn't.

he looks back at you, doe eyes scanning him, but isn't saying anything, you are a wreck, full of mixed signals, why would you not tell him to stop if you wanted him to stay, why won't you speak,

he waits a minute or two, yellow dim lights as both pair of eyes just look into each other, before he sighs removing your hand, lowering himself to whisper something to you “go to bed y/n”

“then come to bed with me satoru” and that day we lost another soldier named gojo satoru, people.