Bakugou Was Always Famous Among The Hero Community, In His Early Teens For His Temper, During The Starting

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

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

— blue lock! boys reaction to you asking them to do your homework in exchange of tit pics, yeah you heard that right

blue lock x reader, fair warning : they are made ooc just to make it more fun people <3 | masterlist

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(off topic but, i was planning to start a series, chatfic or normal about bllk boys x reader, and basically there is this app/organisation where you can match to hookup, basically lots of smut, so share your thots on it, I saw this on a wattpad book and wanted to try out) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

Exception —♡ series

Sakusa kiyoomi x reader x Miya atsumu (or maybe more)

Warning : will contain NSFW content, profanities, grammatical mistakes probably, unrequited love, alcohol, smoking and I think that's it

Synopsis : love never was easy, especially not for the Sakusa kiyoomi when he was quite sure you would never look at him more than just a best friend but when he sees you with his newly work best friend his heart shatters all over again. But little does he know you are going through the same thing when he looks at her.

Prologue !¡

Of course you fell for the pretty setter over him, he deep down knew from the first time you both met that you looked at him more than just kiyoomi's friend. He was quite excited when he actually took you to meet his team, especially to the snobby best friend he made over the year in this chaotic team.

But God does he regret not even telling you about his feelings, even if he convinced himself that you just loved him as your best friend but he just can't seem to help it, he just can't move on from you.

How could he? You understood his boundaries from the start, respecting his problems and never giving up on him because he knew he was a difficult person to deal with and mainting a friendship with him is hard in simple words, he can be harsh at times and even go as far as make people think he doesn't like them which clearly is true most of the time but it never applied to you, you were a exception from the start and always will be.

Sakusa was always insecure or jealous over the guys you seemed to be interested in, they were exactly the Polar opposite of the black curly haired boy. He knew he could never be them or be someone who deserved you. He gave up a long time ago, he tells that to himself everyday.

He likes to think he stopped loving you more than just a friend after you moved to miyagi and cheerfully called him on the telephone to declare that you started dating the captain of seijoh. He remembers his voice cracking a bit at the sudden news of your first boyfriend. It was the first time someone else was going to call you "mine" not him, not that he ever had the right to.

But after you came back to tokyo totally heart broken by your 'first love' which you like to call oikawa tooru, Sakusa was furious. He doesn't like to believe that oikawa deserved the title of being called your first love, how could he leave you all alone in Japan and move to Argentina when he used to tell you that he can't live without you, when he was your first kiss, first date and first love and he just ended the relationship over call after two years. To Sakusa he was just another hypocrite jerk. He left the two years of relationship in gutter. He quite didn't actually truly understood the sejioh setter.

Neither did he understood you because how could you just compromise for that jerk and keep telling it's not his fault that his career was way important than some highschool romance. But Sakusa could tell it sure wasn't a dumb high school romance you intended to comply it.

But Why would he even try to understand oikawa when he was actually happy that you both weren't together but that small moment of happiness was defeated once he saw the way your eyes started looking dull for weeks and how your lips quiver whenever you see a picture of him and you laughing together. he just wants you to be happy even if that meant you dating someone else or even his enemy.

Perhaps after that he again gained hope that there is a tiny little chance that at some point in life you would also like him more than just a friend. See him in a different light.

But it all shattered again when you had a small crush on your chemistry lab partner in college, you would whine to him about how he had such a gorgeous girlfriend who was too perfect, she looked kind, was smart and not to miss insanely gorgeous. But only if you knew how much Sakusa wanted to just make you realise that you were the insanely gorgeous one, he wouldn't lie he saw the way kuroo looked at you. He  was in his last year of high school but he visited you when his school was off a whole week.

During that time you had a teamwork together with the rooster head, Sakusa wasn't pleased someone else interrupting his private time with you, in fact he didn't like any stranger being closed to him which was not a surprise but even if he was unpleased he could not bring himself to tell you to stop when he saw how your eyes ssparkling at the chemistry geek's arrival. So he pushed his feelings aside and helped you both with your work but that  was the time he realised that your feelings weren't unrequited like his was since God knows how long.

He could tell kuroo was looking at you with same look Sakusa looks at you, maybe not exactly holding the same strong feelings since his expression also showed a ting of guilt too, and he always used to shift his gaze from you when he seemed to realise something, probably when he remembered that he was still in a relationship and he started to develope feelings for you. Though you both never dated being oblivious of each other feelings. Sakusa would not lie he did feel glad.

But when he enrolled in the same college as you, a new character came into the story. A Korean-Russian exchange student, tall and fit like a super model, beautiful straight black hair, bright amber eyes and a total Heather for the girls in the campus.

The second week while going to the same maths class as her, Sakusa noticed all the boys gawking at that blonde's ass when her skirt was lifting upwards in the hallway. Sakusa might have been a ass sometimes but he was raised to respect woman, so thats when he first approached her, lending his gym black jacket and whispering into her ear to inform her about the situation and how shamelessly others were checking her out.

The girl was flushed red hearing that but before she could mutter any word to her savior. Sakusa was gone, he was running up to a h/c haired girl. Who was smiling just as brightly as the sun and with a calm loving gaze which was noticed by everyone except to the oblivious ace.

¡! 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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Kuroo x reader x oikawa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what do you mean lie?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

bonus scene

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

They look like a family. They are a family

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kuroo x fem reader (for the upcoming parts reader x oikawa)

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

READ THE NOTE : this chapter is to let you all know how kuroo and y/n's relationship was. They were absolutely one of the couple in university everyone envied as well as loved because they seemed like they just came out of a superhit rom-com movie. #people'sfavoriteduo. Also read chapter one first to get to know the story better.

Part 1 : meeting you again ¦ Part 2 : wouldn't you? ¦ Part 3 : broken promises

“No don't come any closer to me” kuroo stopped you, putting a hand too close to your face. He was trying to cover the wardrobe to not let you take out your clothes. muscles gripping on the corner of the wooden piece which was shorter than him, God they were flexing in the process and you would have simped over them if it weren't for this situation.

“and what is the reason? ” You sighed for the ninth time that evening, placing your hands over your hips while the matching pajama you bought together with kuroo hung loose over your body.

“my heart is made up of gallium it melts when you are close to me” the said rooster grinned at his own pick up line, kind of proud of himself that he made one on spot. He is gonna brag about it to shoku later in his math class. Poor boy was tired of hearing the chemistry pick up lines being practiced on him.

You massaged your temple. You really loved kuroo and his dorky stupid smile along with his cheesy pickup lines but Jesus Christ he atleast used twenty nine of cheesy remarks related to chemistry along with the kisses to not let you pack in peace. “if you don't want to get your cock blocked for a month move from there” you threatened, feeling certain he will let you be in peace.

“m' fine with it ” his grinned stretched bigger on his face “might as well win no nut November this year” now he was smirking with a smug look on his face.

Kuroo was like the mixture of Godzilla and thirteen years old in a twenty two year old man's body. Too stubborn and built like a beast which scares you sometimes a bit too much. No not the part where his body is built like Godzilla due to years of playing volleyball, it doesn't scares you even a bit and if you are being honest seeing him all jacked up makes you weak in the knees

but when his personality is like a thirteen year old, a little to stubborn and a little too troublesome that he can go to the extent of stealing someone's cat, yeah that scares you a bit.

“tetsurou I swear to god” you smacked his arms, frowning as you glared at him. Now you are going to get pussy blocked for a month due to him, geez. “just let me take out my clothes in peace” you walked forward towards the gap between him and the desk, tugging at his shorts a little but he just looked at you with a amusing glint in his eyes and a smirk on his fucking stupid handsome face.

“but I just came back” the rooster head whined this time, as you try to shove him away with your weak arms. “yes but you can live in a apartment alone for a few days by yourself” you spat back moving him from his place a little, the squeeze on his ass did help you to distract him. “hey that's foul play oww—” he shrieked as a cold metal spanked his butt, where the fuck did you get that pan.

“everything is fair in love and war” now you are the one with a smug look, finally shoving him away from his place, he was wincing and rubbing his ass with his hands, his face contouring a defeated look. You just gave him a small smile that he loved to see before opening your wardrobe after 30 minutes of trying, since a certain huge anaconda decided to guard it. Oh and the favorite pan of kuroo's whose handle you successfully bended and hid behind your desk did come in handy after all.

He was frowning now, thinking about how to make you stay with him until his gaze stopped on your phone. “hey I will text Emily and tell her you are sick” he snatched your phone from the charging point before swaying it on your face. “NO!” you yelled back, pouncing on him as he stretched his hand higher, enough to make you jump to grab it.

“why not babe— I missed you so much on the trip and now you have to leave the same day I get back just— Just to look after the house of your stupid friend ” he sounded annoyed as he huffed and pulled you into a hug. Kuroo was surely a big baby. But he was your big baby as much as you try to push him away he always comes back like you are his magnet and he will always move towards you.

“well you clearly didn't look like you were missing me in the selfies with kizumi” you pouted, your hands wrapping around his back as he nuzzled your face into his chest. You missed him too, you were jealous even. He was gone for two weeks but you have to leave, you have to even if that means you have to lie bout your friend traveling to states.

Because you weren't dumb, you could see all the symptoms— it wasn't as complex as rocket science that you couldn't understand the morning sickness, the mood swings, your period being late. It was not like you didn't want him to know about this, but if you knew a thing or two about kuroo, you were certain he didn't want kids any at the moment especially when he thought the kids are spawn of devils and you were both still broke kids in college.

Even you didn't know totally if your assumption was true and you certainly still weren't sure about this too. So you needed time, to convince yourself first- then convince him. Because you knew you couldn't do this alone, not while the love of your life wasn't by your side atleast.

“is this about you being jealous of her?” he pushed you a little, to see your face better, your eyes better, he could read your eyes like a chemistry book. You looked exhausted, tired but still to him you looked like the most prettiest girl to him. You always did and certainly always will. Wouldn't you?

You didn't say anything, even if you wanted to shake your head and say 'as if', you didn't because you felt insecure by the way they both talked about things they loved so passionately. You weren't like kuroo, not into the things he loves that much, you just supported him always, back when he was still in high school and and till now' till now when you both are trying to adapt to the adult life.

You always supported him but when Kizumi came into frame. Things started to change even if the dork was head over heels for you. He and Kizumi would talk for hours being in the same major, you had to share his free time with her. Her who was also a volleyball lover since she played in high school and co-incedently her loving chemistry as much as he did. They were like soul mates. So often it did make you wonder, if you were the right one who should be with him? were you the second female lead in the story who was holding back the main leads to complete their love story. his feeble voice interrupted your thoughts.

“y/n” he cupped your face, leaning down to meet your gaze, his pair of golden eyes looking softer than ever, filled with love and tenderness. “you know I love you and only you right” he said, flipping you against him, pulling you more closer to him, as he pecked the shell of your ears. “as long as you are by my side no one- no one can ever be compared to you” he assured you peppering kisses down your jaw, taking in your sweet scent.

“and if I am not by your side” you questioned back closing your eyes, feeling the soft lips on your skin falter for a moment. “no matter what” he breathed out, sucking on the spot he knew you loved as a small mewl escaped from your mouth. “you will always be by my side” wouldn't you?

Three am at the clock, two naked bodies under a thin bed sheet seeking for more warmth as they clinged into each other. “tetsurou” you mumbled against his chest, a small hum followed as you felt his heartbeat softly by the pressed ear against him.

“what do you think about having kids” a silence, you were meet with silence hanging in the room. Maybe you shouldn't have been so forward with this. You shifted a little away from him to look at his face but he was just staring past you. “I asked you something” you whispered, anxiety feeling your skin due to the lack of response.

“I don't want them” he answered straightforwardly, using his thumb to draw circles on your back. You furrowed your brows, your heart dropping to the stomach. “not now atleast” he continued.

“honestly I never wanted kids, kind of a burden if you think thoroughly and not only for the parents but also for the kids” he said, not meeting your eyes as a little hurt lashed over his orbs. The room was dark and only the breathing of the both of you in the small apartment could be heard. “what if they have the same fate as you or me” he murmured “also they kind of slow us down too, from achieving our dreams I don't think I will ever want kids”

“you think we will divorce each other?” you asked, now moving totally away from him, as you raised your head to meet his eyes, removing his hand from your back “you think we will neglect our kid?” you sounded irritated, maybe it was due to your hormones but the room felt suffocating all of a sudden. He did not just compare you both to his parents or your parents. You were nothing like them and will never be.

“why are you getting all worked up” kuroo shifted, he lifted his head, hands pressing against the mattress to support himself. “no— just just forget about it” you muttered out, shifting to the other side as your back faced kuroo.

“what? now you are not even looking at me just cause of a stupid conversations” his gruffy tired voice asked, his hands moving to grab you closer to his body. The room was cold he wanted your warmth but you slapped his hand away.

“God y/n you are so overdramatic and annoying at times” he muttered in annoyance, getting back on his side as his hand massaged his temples. He instantly regretted when you replied a small sorry as your voice cracked.

“m' sorry love” he sighed pulling your back closer to his body. He didn't say anything as you didn't react negatively to his touch. He will make you a apology breakfast tomorrow and pamper you with kisses, while muttering I love you's and sorry's against your skin as he always does when he feels guilty so you will forgive him like you do everytime. wouldn't you?

A/n : was actually planning to drop a chapter where y/n met oikawa after the whole thing with kuroo but since I wanted to make a special chapter for the precious boi due to his birthday here we go. Happy belated birthday kuroo!!! I wasn't actually planning to make this a series neither tag list but since you all liked it here you go mamas. Okay byee.

Tagging people who asked me to _(:з」∠)_ : @fushigum @amarinthe @glxar

“y/n stop acting like you are in a velocity edit" akaashi sighs, putting down his pen on the table, he was just trying to complete his assignment which was due this week but God forbid if you would let him.

you huff out in annoyance, your boyfriend is so annoying, so what if you were swaying to the beats in a slow motion when you stumbled upon a catchy tiktok audio, it's not like you forget your earphones at home intentionally.

and not to mention you should be the one who is mad, if it wasn't for the pretty mouth canceling your date's plan you swear you would have thrown hands on your busy boyfriend.

and honestly you are doing him a favor by letting him be in your presence, flipping your hair back you feed your ego with your own thoughts.

akaashi sighs, he can already tell what your narcissistic ass might be thinking, he turns his chair around, now facing you. “come here” he mumbles softly, your quirk your brows, hmm fishy.

but you still waddle quickly to him, his chair is pressed against his desk, and he taps his laps. you stop infront of him, giving him a icky expression as a response to his tap.

“what? are you trying to copy atsumu and his side chicks?” akaashi has a quick flashback of the star setter with his random hookup as soon as you mentioned the name, his expression changes to being disgusted in a second.

“first of all no” he clearly remembers the girl sticking to atsumu as a glue on his lap and using too much tongue while making out, Infront of everyone at the party, no he doesn't wants to recreate that. “and second of all, weren't your craving for my attention”

“well you should ofcourse return it since you stole all my attention, you fuckin’ robber ” you sit yourself on his lap, putting your weight on him hesitantly, but he cradles you so swifty in his arms that you swear you get weak in the knees. sza was right, you needed a big boy, akaashi is your big boy.

“cheesy” he chuckles, even though he admits you are cheesy as fuck but he can't help but break a smile at what you say with that cute angry pout.

he grabs your ass pulling you closer, fuck this guy will make you horny unintentionally, if his hands just rides a little above, a littl— “but stop saying those stuff to me though” akaashi continues, interuppting your unholy thoughts.

“huh? oh. what stuff” you burrow your eyebrows.

“stuff that makes me wanna kiss the hell out of you” he says it so nonchalantly like, like it didn't just leave your cheeks to become tinted red, you tug at his short messy hair.

“who is the cheesy one now” you hit his arms softly, god even his muscles are hot.

“you always leave me feeling giddy and shit” you roll yours eyes, holding his face in your hands “and superrr horny but that's beside the point” a grin breaks out on his pretty lips as a response to your confession.

akaashi keiji smiles really occasionally but when he does, you swear he has you swooning over his feet, his blue eyes follow yours through his glasses and there is a comfortable silent hanging in the room with you too being so close.

“fuck I love your face” you grip his cheeks like he is some kind of a baby.

“then sit on it”

☆ 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