Omg The Nude Prank Smau Was 😆😆😆🫣 Pls Do It For Sae, Isagi, Oliver And Kunigami Too!

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

“that escalated quickly”

Suna x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I see your dick?"

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

⩩ part : 2 , part - 3

“that escalated quickly”

Suna x fem!reader

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

Note : AHHH SIR SUNA DRIVES ME INSANE HONESTLY, READ THE OTHER PARTS FOR BETTER UNDERSTANDING, mdni

⩩ part : 1, ⩩ part : 2, current, part : 4

“FUCK FUCK” you stutter aloud in class, you turn to your bestfriend to tell him the code red news but the widen gaze of his makes your excitement to come in a halt.

with a awkward realization developing in the back of your mind, you look around yourself, as expected several eyes looking back at you and a piercing gaze just from the front of the class. shit, you just didn't do that.

“miss l/n, out of my class now” with a sharp tone and dagger like gaze thrown at your way, you feel the shudder in your spine.

“gladly” mumbling to yourself, you scramble your things with shaky hands. the shock that you got from a certain ex inarizaki bastard is making your knees wobble.

Taking a note of your, what to say trembling and flushed state, any other bestfriend would have told you need to go to the nurse immediately or to take some rest. but,

Yuuji terushima, knows better than that. years of experience gets him to the conclusion that you must have seen something which had either made you excited or disgusted. A porn maybe, a dirty text or is it a nude?

He helps himself to pack his things too, lazily standing up to follow you and listen to your code red. the professor gives him a raised eyebrow, followed with a questionable look. “where do you think you are going?”

“will accompany y/n, she doesn't look so good” the professor takes a quicky glance again at your way, yeah you do look kind of freaked out, he just nods at terushima's way and you feel relieved that you can fuss about the whole thing to him.

You remember the first time he tired to kabedon you once you entered college but missed miserably, embarrassing indeed but that was the beginning of your crack friendship, he is a great friend, a perfect listener, one who can always cheer you up and a spontaneous ride.

He can be a bit much sometimes, but trusting him was so easy after you overcame his advances, even if he is know for being the infamous playboy, he behaves like a kid with his friends around.

Stepping faster to a isolated place in the hallway, you gasp loudly turning to him, grasping yuuji by his jacket you practically shove your damn phone onto his face.

“calm down—woah, WOAH” he was expecting something nasty surely, but not from the guy who was ghosting you, and damn, those fine abs and large hands which were wrapped so well around his it— with that angle. Suna definitely was a photography major.

and he finally gets it why you have been wanting to fuck suna rintarou, he also gets why some of the boys call suna, horse cock. Questioning his sexuality somewhat, he makes a mental note to ask the both of you for a threesome.

“I know” you rasp loudly, nodding your head furiously when he returns the pleased expression, like he approves of your choice.

But you were still mad at suna. He took every chance to cut you off and you thought your horny senses really got you to break off your friendship but you wish he could just talk it out with you.

But this. THIS? It's fucking ten am in the morning, and he had the audacity to send you a nude during the class which he purposely ditched?

“what should I do?” you pull at yuji's sleeves with a loud sigh, and nag in your tone. Just like a little kid who is confused to choose which flavor of ice cream they want, for them it's a crisis at their age and for you it's a crisis for your age.

“fuck him? Didn't you want to do that all along” he removes your hands from his sleeve, yeah you aren't not wrinkling his branded shirt, smacking you softly on your head, you wince like you just have been shot with a bullet. People who walk by will probably think it's a dramatic commotion, because it is.

“HE GHOSTED ME”

“and you are desperate”

What happened to your bestfriend who supported you? He shouldn't point your horniness out, because you will return the favor and he wouldn't survive a day.

“it's not like he wasn't into you as— oh, OH” he yanks you behind the nearest pillar, looming to glance behind you, hands gripped on your forearm, he peeks leaning sideways while trying to not get noticed.

“wait what happened” you furrow your eyebrows, curious to know what you both are hiding from? His another one night stand or his two weeks girlfriend? you try to look back but he doesn't let you move.

“blond bastard on our radar” he mumbles

“you mean yourself?”

He rolls his eyes, “no, miya” followed with a fake sweet smile. You furrow your brows, it's not like he will be able to do something if he sees you so what's the fuss?

Terushima looks back at your face, a total confusion plastered, he sighs “with the bestfriend you are trying to fuck” oh. You will have to thank him for that one.

you flinch, kneeling down a little, like that's gonna hide you. you whisper to yuuji to stand infront of you and guard you until they pass by but before you could finish your sentence, you already hear the hoarse voice which rejected you that night.

“y/n, hey, do you mind if we talk back at our place”

You really ponder over how coming all the way to his dorm was actually not a good option at all from the very start, you skipped your class for him right after he offered that can both of you talk, alone at his place?

Damn, where did your pride go— you really were just going on with hormones that affected your sense of right and wrong.

With how small the place was, it was suffocating, the aircon is on but all you can feel is heat radiating off you and your surroundings.

Especially off the guy who was just five feet away from you, the way his hand was fiddling with his watch so he could take it off, the same pretty hands which were probably wrapped around something that you desperatly wanted to see again.

“y/n, take a seat instead of standing awkwardly” you stiffly look at his face again, a raised eyebrow and a plain expression he usually wear to cover his emotions but you wonder if he feels nervous and anxious as you.

You slowly moved to turn his chair around, shifting it away afrom his desk but you are stopped with a soft little, 'huh' ringing in your ears.

Snapping your head back, you see suna sitting on his bed, hands supporting his weight from behind while his face titled with narrowed eyes, eyes that shimmers with confusion that said, why weren't you sitting on his bed ?

“cmon' sit”

“on your lap?” you try to crack a joke to lighten the mood, followed with laughs. Only from you that is, awkwardly stopping, you tighten your lips into a thin line, you feel you can successfully die now.

“sure, I'm more comfortable than that chair atleast” you choke, that totally catched you off guard, widen eyes and words fumbling out your lips that you don't even comprehend.

He looks so sexy, slanted eyes which observes your every move, sweatpants which makes everything so prominent yet not enough that you want him to take it off, you want to slip it off yourself.

Suna laughs as you blush furiously, you are red to the tip of your ear, he feels bad, he didn't even tease you yet, why did he even call you over to his room, not like he had anything he particularly wanted to be done or can be done in his dorm only.

“y/n, don't need to get so flustered I was just kidding—”

“but I wasn't” you clench the strap of bag in your hands, moving on your feet before you can even come back to your sentence.

You were always called blunt, naive with the things and abrupt decisions you made, you and him, both knows making a risky step is no good for you, yet you are tempted by your so called desire you can't seem to control. No,

You don't want to control.

So before you even gave the consequences of your action a thought, your hands were already on his shoulder, your leg pressed on the mattress that you placed between his thighs, eyes lost into each other's, you felt his hot breath on your neck.

“can I see your dick please”

This time, you weren't sick or high enough to blame your stubborness or call it craziness on something— with a straight mind you dug your own grave and,

This time, suna won't take any responsibility, he decided he won't also think about the risk, not on the red mark left on you due to the way he gripped your waist when he flipped you over his soft mattress.

“go ahead and have me”

A green light

Taglist : @tojicvmslut @bluecatton @nagitosfrontallobe @antwuver @navywavy99 @bbyxxm @kazumihaitani @dearsunaa @alienvarmint @akaashis-wife

This one lowkey based on what my bf texts me ngl

edit : we broke up 😭😭😭

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

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

part 1 , masterlist.

Kuroo x fem 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 📝 : don't you just love when its fluff at first and then boom! ANGST ANGST ANGST. Anyone else has the urge to kill kizumi? Okay only me? BTW there is bit of physical abuse so that's a trigger warning ig. Fun fact neither y/n nor oikawa knew that they first met at the park like this.

Part 1 : meeting you again | Part 2 : wouldn't you | Part 3 : broken promises | Part 4 : where it all went wrong

“can you please stop doing that!” you shoot a glare to the rooster haired man beside you, lips tightening to not let the obvious lovestruck grin be any more visible on your face.

“stop doing what?” a smirk on his red bitten lips, as his eyes glistened in amusement watching you try to hide your flusterness, it's cute how you still get fluster even after three years of your relationship. You rolled your eyes at that, shaking your head and lowering your gaze back on the dish in your hand rubbing it in a circular motion. You knew you couldn't win this argument when it will end up with you admitting you get flustered when his hands meets your body.

But.

A squeeze on the waist to move past you again, this time kuroo was taking the gloves from beside you while his cheeks touched your face. There it was— the subtle squeeze and way he always places his hands on your waist to shift you so he can move. As much as kuroo acted like a dorky stupid kid but there is no denying that he can also be a flirty sneaky bastard.

“kuroo!” you widened your eyes at him, smacking his shoulder playfully while he just returned a sleazy smirk.

He just pulled you closer to him, turning your face to meet his gaze, his thumb on your jaw which was moving closer to your lips. “you shouldn't distra—

“you look beautiful” his thumb on your lips, which traced it's edges and shapes so softly like he would hurt if he pressed it. His eyes fixed on your lips— he was like memorising every details his eyes could capture.

“Wha—what”

He doesn't reply anything just looks into your orbs, the dim light of the kitchen lamp illuminating golden colors over your skin, while the most loving feature on his face. The moment was beautiful just something out of a movie, his face leaning to kiss your lips, your hands gripping on his sleeves but the sudden camera shutter made both of yours head to turn towards the couch.

"Oh sorry didn't mean to disturb you" a owl looking friend lowered the camera, a proud grin on his face as if just he achieved something.

"Bo?" Kuroo moved away from you, raising his brow at the former fukurodani captain. What was he still doing at your apartment. And especially at 2 in the morning, the party ended two hours ago.

"Kuroo?" The said man picked his bag keeping the black camera inside it, the grin still on his handsome face as he walked around the couch to the kitchen. "I know you have a extra key to our apartment but that's for emergency only. when did you return—"

"I never left what do you mean?" the confused owl stepped closer, placing his hands on the counter. You snickered a bit at his cute antics. You absolutely loved when the owl was hanging out with yall and him staying over at your place even if it wasn't informed to you didn't bother you at all.

"Where were you all along then ?" You asked taking your apron off, moving past kuroo who was squinting his eyes at the bulky male. You smiled at him wiping your wet hand on kuroo's pant who returned a annoyed 'hey!' At you. But ignoring kuroo's whining was nothing new for you, so you did that well.

"Oh I was in the guest bathroom my pants seemed to not get on really well I think my booty grew a little bigger" You chuckled at the raw explanations, you knew that was nothing new for bokuto for his clothes getting smaller for himself, because the man gets thicker every year. Remembering the time you gave him a nice shirt on Christmas which after two month at a after party when he tried to dance, teared off from his shoulder and stretched out the sleeves because he has gotten bigger biceps. Needless to say the nice shirt was ruined.

"You could have called us bo" kuroo stepped in placing his hands on the waist as his lip twisted upwards. "Why did you take the picture tho" he continued, his hands going back to ran his hand through his locks.

"Oh I am glad you asked!" Bokuto sounded excited alright. You hummed in return sitting across him on the counter while kuroo took the seat beside you, similarly interested.

"So akaashi has this some time of activity on his photography club" he piped watching the famous couple of campus being engrossed in his story.

"And he had to take a romantic picture of couples" he smiled proudly taking out his camera from his bag, aggressively opening it to show you the image. "But he didn't know any close couple from his campus so I offered to help him being his former captain that's the least I could do right???" He turned the camera to let two pair of eyes scan the picture.

You knew bokuto was not so much of a photographer by the blurry pictures of his pet he showed you but if he was capable of taking the present picture in the camera, you might as well invite him to take your wedding pictures.

It looked beautiful, just out of a magical dream or a fairytale. Even though your makeup was messy after your three year anniversary party and kuroo looked tired as hell from all the working hard recently to get you the platinum pendant. The photo showed the two college students being in insanely love pretty well and it impressed you alright.

So that is why you said bokuto to send you the picture, so that is why you kept it as your wallpaper, which now you were staring at for a hour, in the park all alone as a wet drop of tear fell on the screen.

Was November always so cold? The thick turtleneck didn't help when you were sitting all alone at a park with the cold breeze hitting your skin like needles. You typed nervously on the screen again.

He was yet again standing you up, it was not something which could make you cry but you needed him now. He promised you he would go with you to your family and meet them as you asked him to. He promised he will support the important news you wanted to discuss with your parents and him when you sounded so anxious over the phone.

Kuroo wanted to make up for the small petty fight, he didn't get to make you the apology breakfast or shower you with kisses as he planned— no he was met with a empty apartment the next day, you were gone before 6 am and his texts were further ignored by you all day until a 'I am okay' popped up at his phone late at night.

But that was still alright because kuroo called you and wanted to meet you so bad, he tried to do that many times over the week, just to know why did you sound so strange and anxious all the time but you denied and denied until he further decided to give you the space you wanted but little did he know it was because of the small hospital test which came back positive.

The small ping made you look on the screen again, breaking yourself from your thoughts you were hoping for him to complain about the traffic or how he got late because of a surprise test but it was something which caused creaks to form on you glass heart

Kuroo :

"Hey I am sorry I think I can't make it. Kizumi and me were playing volleyball and she accidentally sprained her ankle so I am taking her to the local hospital"

Not that it was surprising he was bailing you for his friends, because you knew kuroo loved his friend and cared for them just like his family. But he promised didn't he? The being late for one hour was still taunting you on the face but what panged your heart more was because kizumi was the reason. He bailed on you because he was playing with a friend— no cause now you were more mad than being upset.

You :

"But the family dinner plan testurou—"

Kuroo :

"I am sorry I promise I will pick you up love. But just tell your parents the thing you wanted to tell, I am sure they will support you. You can tell me later about it :)"

You huffed, disappointed all over your face. You know your relationship with kuroo is stronger than to let a girl who he only met in college to make you doubt, but it was this things which made you insecure over and over again. How many time has he stood up because of kizumi over the time in your university? You think you lost count by now but he does always make up for it. But that isn't good enough, no matter how much he proves he only wants you he keeps hurting you like this.

You got up from your bench, hands gripping the purse in your hand, conflicted emotions as your mind keeps telling you maybe you weren't meant to be? Maybe he wasn't meant to be.

"Hey mom" you fiddled with the strap of your bag hanging over your shoulder when the blue plastered door of a place you once you used to call home opened, she gave you small greeting smile she gives all the guests, replying a 'hey how have you been'. The pretense on her voice is evident while she walks you into the kitchen where you came to see your father on his laptop working on his paper.

You were about to greet the old man when you were interrupted by his cold, deep voice "so how is living in the small apartment going on with you?" He scoffs, eyes still on his laptop as he checked the paper on his hand again. Your mom calls his name as warning to not let the topic of argument start again.

You hoped kuroo was here to squeeze your hand and let you know that he was there to support you. No matter what. But here you were all alone standing at your childhood home that you left after high-school, while the thick tense atmosphere dooms on you. You weren't ready for this not alone atleast, not when you had doubts yourself, not when you knew your all goals of life will be ruined but, one thing you were sure about was to never commit anything negative and that's fixed.

"It has been fine" You murmured softly, looking at your mom who was bringing the salad on the table, she noticed you look tired must be cause of your studies right? Not that she cared about your health that much if it was involved with school.

"Y/n when is kuroo coming?" She asked, you wanted to say he is just late like the first time you led him to meet up with your family, your remember your dad disappointed that you chose someone who didn't think time was important but he didn't just leave the dinner once he heard that he was actually a good student and liked the fact he didn't prioritize volleyball over his passion for chemistry or grades.

While your mom didn't like him at all, his hairtyle supposedly wasn't as formal in your household nor was his piercing. And you knew your family wasn't positive about the fact that you have a boyfriend. In simple words they loathed your decision, they loathed the fact you were pursuing to become a baker with how good your grades were, they loathed the fact that you wanted to go and live with a boy who you just have been in a relationship with for a year in highschool.

"He is busy in the lab, he took up the job for being lab assistant in the university" You rasped sitting across your father who closed his laptop, putting it aside. "That will look good on his resume" your father commented, you wonder if they ever asked how he treated you or how was his behavior with you. They only cared about his status and studies. Kuroo always treated you nicely but you know if you ever share the troubles of your relationship with your mom or dad you will meet with 'I told you so's '.

"What was the thing you wanted to talk about?" Your mom settled, putting the pasta on the table while taking the seat beside you.

Palms sweaty while your leg shaked uncontrollably, were you prepared for their reaction? You didn't want to beat around bush. But they were always unpredictable and never talking with them about any problems you faced since childhood made the emotional and mental relationship with your parents worse.

"Uhm" You picked up the fork to dig in to your pasta, eyes on your plate as your mind wondered what will be the right word to declare about something growing inside you. This wasn't going to be easy no matter what, you only have your parents and kuroo to support. Yet you knew deep down both parties will most likely leave you.

"I took pregnancy test at the hospitals few days ago—" You said abruptly, the sound of spoons clanking the plate or moving anything stopped. Silence on the table as you didn't dared to look up. You were sure your parents weren't expecting anything good from you but you knew they weren't expecting something like this too.

If you had one word to describe your feelings right there it would have been fear. Utter fear of ruining everything you thought you had.

"It came back positive" You said it— licking your lips as you felt the blood strain away from your body, hands trembling while tightening your grip on the fork you had. Yearning the support you always wanted from the successful couple but to no one's surprise you were met with just silence. The quietness in the room dawned for one to two minutes until a loud slapping sound echoed through the room.

A rough hand hitting the fat of your face as your eyes widened in disbelief, sure your parents didn't show the support or care you always asked for but they never hurted you physically. Eyes watering, as shame started filling your lungs as you look up to see only disappointment and anger on the old man.

"Leave" he muttered, not a ounce of emotion in his voice as your mom looked horrified, not because your father slapped you— rather it was due to your announcement.

You stand up hesitantly, tears rolling down your cheeks involuntarily while the food of the table grew cold.

"Dad pleas—"

"Y/n leave right now and never come back here ever again. Forget you had a father. Forget you had a family" he yelled on your face as he gripped the table cloth tightly. Stern glare and cold expression.

Lips quivering at his response, you bring your long sleeve to rub the tears off your face, gripping the purse in your hand so hardly that your knuckles turned white, you turned around in a rush to leave through the door, you wished your mother would have atleast something through the whole process or calmed down your father but she just gave you bitter look when you turned back to look at her.

Your hiccups could be heard through the pavement, even during the heavy rain. You always thought your life was like a movie, but you didn't want to live the part where the actress breaks down while suddenly nature also decides to cry with her. A rain in November? You don't remember if you ever saw that happening. You havs called kuroo for ten times by now and yet every one of them went to voice-mail.

Calming your breathing, the red print of hand was still pretty visible on your cheeks. You voice messaged him to pick you up, sharing your address but he didn't respond. How many hours has it been you have sitting there all alone? Maybe his phone died, yeah that's probably it. You opened your Instagram to text kizumi? She was with him right— she will give her phone to kuroo so he could speak with you right ?

You searched her profile, shaky hands trying to press the message button once you opened her page but when you accidentally opened her stories, your glass heart lost a piece yet again. Someone, some friend of her probably, had tagged her in a stories which she reposted.

It was of kuroo and her, kuroo carrying her in his back as they both looked smitten, voices of someone laughing at the background. The story tagged both of them while they added a caption saying "can we get a bestfriends to lover trope??" Which kizumi infact reposted with a text which said "maybe we can ;)". The suggestiveness in the comment was obvious, she was finally showing her true colors? You immediately went to kuroo's page to see if he did repost the story too.

The answer was yes, while he didn't suggest anything and just wrote a "lmao". But would a warning to her friends that he is taken would have hurt anyone? He uploaded the story forty minutes ago huh— and he deliberately ignored your calls— for what now? atleast past two hours. Anger filled your lungs, you wanted to scream at him, let him know that he could go and fuck himself.

But you found calling him once again, but to no avail it reached to voice-mail. You loved him so much that you can't even think what will happen if he lost feelings so you do the last thing which you hoped he would respond to. You asked him to meet you. Meet him at the same place you both met for the first time. No not school— it was a snack store which was opened till late at night. You both going for the same snack as you made eye contact. He had the same mischievous grin you remember, a flirty chemistry remark was also thrown at your way which made you laugh hysterically and lifted your mood after you were scolded by your parents right before that. From that time onwards kuroo was like your support system to escape from reality.

"Hey! are you alright?"

The new hoarse voice makes you look up to meet a man standing in front of you, tall and huge frame, his face was not visible as he wore a mask and the light of the street lamp was barely making out his body.

"Yes I am okay" You softly said back, the tears stain on your face says other wise and the stranger knew better. You were wet alone late at night at park which couple usually used for dates.

"It's raining cats and dogs out here at a chilly night" he pauses as you seem to realize that the rain was still hitting your skin and you were soaking wet. "Do you want me to walk you home?"

As much as the person seemed polite, you wouldn't trust a stranger at late night to walk you home. You shake your head as a 'no'. That was expected the stranger thinks, as a call of a absurd name yelled at the way of both of yours direction. Something along the way of trashy or shitty but you were too engrossed in your emotion to notice.

The man sighed, looking back at his friend, he takes another look at you. He can't just leave you like this— but you won't obviously leave with him. "Here" he stretched his hand towards you as you looked up at him confused. The wet tears of the sky stops falling on you as you wondered What did he mean?

"Here keep the umbrella— its cold I have my car parked right there I can run fast enough to not get wet much" he mumbled handing you the umbrella quickly. What? You wanted to say no but he was running away before that, screaming things like if you end up in trouble call the police immediately or take care it's not safe out here this late at night as he slowly grew smaller and smaller, joining a grow of people, which you only could make out that the numbers were three.

That's the least he could have done for you right? the Argentina player thinks while driving back to the airport to finally leave after the last day of his vacation back home.

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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.

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We ABSOLUTELY SHOULDD

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

Hi, if you don't mind me asking, do you have a masterlist or a navigation since I couldn't find one?

No not really but I will try to make one and then tag you !! I didn't make one yet since I didn't have enough stories to make one, but now we have kind of enough stories I will make one

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