Manipulative- Toxic Suna X Reader

Reality sucks

Your vision was blurry, and you felt a sharp pain in your arm that felt like it was burning when you woke up in your hospital bed with your aunt clutching your hand tightly.
You start to wonder where you are, but then you realise it's all a dream.

It's not that you dislike Suna; it's simply that his demeanour reminds you of your father. Your father had bipolar disease, so his mood swings were fairly regular, which made things difficult for you.

No wonder everything seems strange, like you shooting someone and making a large commotion. The terrible part is that you would never do that or flee with Suna, especially after what he said about your closest pal.

                                                                          3 weeks later...

It's your first day back at school after treatment. You haven't seen Suna in three weeks, have you? Of course you haven't; he's probably with other girls. You got out of bed with the sound of the alarm in your ears, turned off the alarm, and went to your bathroom,

Run the shower till it reaches a comfortable temperature, then jump in and wash your body and hair. You hop out of the shower, dry yourself off, and put on your school uniform, among other things.

You grabbed your bag while your aunt gives you a kiss on the cheek and a long embrace,"hope you have a lovely day y/n" your aunt said while  you walked  out the door.

You got to school not surprise you were getting odd stares  not like it was new or anything the only weird bit was suna wasn't right by your side nor in the hallway until you made eye contact, suna looks at you and pulls you into a empty class room

That's when Suna pulls you back into the class room, his emotions telling him he needs more of a connection, or that you do, though I guess in reality it's both of you to. His eyes are so different in moments like these, more soft than I knew eyes could be. The angered man is gone and instead it is the eyes of one who loves you deeply. If it were anyone else you would drop your gaze, but with him your drawn in closer, always wanting more. Then he says the words I need to hear, "We're ok, you and me. Okay?" You just nod, taking in every moment for my memory, knowing it is the medication I need to survive the next few days. In all the world there isn't another like him, or me for that matter; you are two souls who feel like once upon another reality you were soul mates, eternal flames.  

Warning: a tiny bit of smut

Y/n pov

His face was so near to mine in the gloom that I could smell the luscious ropy sherry he'd been drinking, and suddenly his tongue was in my mouth. In all honesty, I had not welcomed this tongue prodigy; instead, I had turned to gaze at his face, hoping that the expression of aesthetic joy I could discover there would match what I knew was my own.

But that tongue was so quick and eager that I didn't even get a peek of his lips. It wiggled, pulsated, and made contortive sweeps of my mouth's vault, all but overpowering my senses as it sought some unreachable terminal; it wiggled, pulsated, and made contortive sweeps of my mouth's vault: I'm positive it turned upside down at least once.

It had the ability to drive me back against a window frame, where I giggled helpless with my eyes clamped shut, in a trance of tongue. It was dolphin-slippery, less wet than rather delightfully mucilaginous and tasting like Rum.

a/n: Lol sorry havent been posting BUT THANK YOU FOR 386 READS LIKE DA FUCK THANKKYOUUUUUUU