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✩ CREDULOUS ✩

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘉𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘕 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘖 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙

𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦: “cooing at the sight, rindou gripped your chin, turning your face to ran, “smile for the camera, yeah ?” he giggled, and you pulled the corners of your lips high, baring your teeth in a forced grin, salty tears falling through, landing on your tongue as your body squirmed.”

warnings and notes!

18+ . dark content . smut . non-con . threesome . cuckhold ran (kinda ?) . making a tape . incest . cum eating . love bites . hand/leg cuffs . reader’s mouth is duct-taped briefly . reader nearly passes out . oral (afab receiving) . vaginal penetration . needy/desperate rindou . sanzu is a little creepy . videographer ran . idol reader . reader isn’t wearing a bra . petnames (“love”, “princess”) . reader is afab . gender is not mentioned . sex is mentioned . proofread but there may still be some errors . enjoy <33

authors note:

it’s been so long since i’ve written anything, so i may be a little rusty but this has been rotting my brain for an inconceivable amount of time and i needed to get it out so i hope you enjoy it, lol. <3 also yes, there is a gojo reference, iykyk (you’ll probably know, lol)

“you…” letting out a soft sigh, your head shook slightly, eyes meeting your lover’s before dropping back down to the contents of the small box in your hands, the overhead lights shining on the diamonds just right, an elegant glow rippling off of the item “…you really didn’t have to, ran…”

minimal chatter and jazz melodies filled the almost silent room, the high ceilings that held heavy, intricately designed chandeliers felt like a looming presence above your form, clad in a mini dress with a price mark too painful to look at. it was a change of pace, really, something you would probably never grow accustomed to. ran could sense that unease, yet he still fulfilled his insatiable desire to shower you with gifts and expensive dinners, especially on a special day like this one.

you had finally made one of your dreams come true, debuting your own album for the first time in your idol career, it was being received well by your dedicated fans as well as attracting even more than you could have ever imagined to the band you were in.

“oh, c’mon, my love,” he spoke through a laugh, doting tone seeping through as he leaned slightly closer over the small white cloth covered table, “consider it a token of gratitude,” he shrugged, “for taking a chance on a guy like me, yeah ?”

flickering gaze finally locking in with his own small smirk tugging on the corner of your lips, “a guy like you, huh ?” you pushed, receiving a nod in return, “the kind of guy your parents warn you about,” he smiled and a small giggle slipped past your lips, “oh, you’re not that bad,” cocking his head to the side, a sly smile took over he features, “you sure that’s not just your naïvety speaking, dear ?” he questioned, earning a firm shake of your head in response, “you could never do anything to break my trust,” you pushed, sincerity dripping through the crevices of the words, “if that makes me naïve, then so be it,” shrugging, you flashed ran a toothy grin as you spoke and he felt his heart jump at the confession, eyes softening, “i’ll take your word for it,” he whispered.

glasses of champagne rising from the table, you toasted to the occasion with a giggle.

✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩

the fragrant scent of vanilla wafted through the hotel room air, immediately catching your attention as you entered. kicking off your shoes, you soon noticed the candle burning on a cabinet beside the door, eyes trailing on rose carpet that trailed further inside the room, you followed.

the room was spacious, to say the least, diamonds hanging from the ceiling creating a kaleidoscope of colours on the oak flooring beneath. the oversized bed adorned soft covers, the likes of which clients probably knew the thread-count of prior to booking. it’s tail end presenting the work of the maids, a swan shaped towel sitting poised amongst the spares that laid beside it. the space stretched out further, a seemingly uncomfortable yet decorative blush couch, perfectly placed pillows at either end, sitting inches away from its glass coffee table companion just before the large flat screen tv that had been plastered to the wall.

“at a loss for words ?” ran teased as he trailed behind you, “it’s beautiful…” you spoke softly, reaching for the contents on the silver tray that laid on the bed, ‘haitani’ engraved on the card it held, “…it’s just a little bit much, don’t you think ?”

as your gaze latched onto the ornate fixtures around the room, you felt a sneaking arm around your shoulder, ran’s chest soon being partially pressed against your back, his face next to yours as he plucked the card from between your fingers, “i think it’s perfect,” he smiled. slipping his hand into your now free one, he turned on his heel, taking a few steps as you followed behind from the slight tug, soon admiring the breathtaking view from the window.

the night was alive, the glow of lights illuminating the dark atmosphere, rising high, blending into the sky like an endless sea of stars. pulling your sight away, instead falling into the side profile of your lover’s, his attention remaining focused on the horizon, “it really is…” you smiled, gaze soon being met by the soft eyes of the man before you with grin matching your own, “yeah ?” a slight giggle leaving his lips as he neared you, “yeah,” you solidified, the breath of your words hitting his lips, grazing them with your own as you spoke before a soft push collided the two.

the tame kiss grew more intense as the seconds passed, ran slowly pushing your form back toward the bed, pulling away for a moment to swipe away any obstructions before laying you down. calloused fingers grazed the bare skin of your thigh as your lips met once more, tongues dancing to a hungry tune, his hand toying with the hem of your dress, before ridding you of it completely. cheeks warming, his lips moved to your neck, trailing soft kisses as your heartbeat rose. drawing a gentle swipe on your skin with his tongue, he worked his mouth, determined to leave evidence of his presence, heat rising in your body in response, a pitiful gasp slipping out. the curve of his lips on your neck transpired as he met your gaze once more, smirk blinding amongst his soft features. thumb swiping across the mark he pressed slightly, your face contouring in response as the sound of the door clicking open resounded throughout the room.

his attention shifted toward the entrance, body relaxed and unmoving remaining hovered over your tense one, a pair of footsteps following suit. a blurry sight of pink and purple came into view before ran’s tight grip on your jaw forced your gaze to his own, your lips meeting yet again.

heartbeat bruising your ribcage, your skin paled as you pushed against your boyfriend to no avail, wrists soon being pinned on either side of your head as the noise of a heavy bag being dropped against the floor was heard.

the unforgiving grip was accompanied with the persistent pursuit of affection by the man above you, yet your lips remained still at the reverberation of a zipper being undone. chest tightening as the footsteps grew closer on either side of the bed, the grip ran’s hold your wrists was swiftly replaced by the sensation of cold leather.

attempting to pull your arms away, they were stretched up and above your head, soon being attached to the headboard. the kiss grew messy, winces and pleads slipping past your lips yet you had no intention of stopping as you continued to fight against the unknown men. the metallic clanking of chains echoing throughout the room and the familiar sensation was soon felt around your ankles despite your incessant kicking.

ran’s lips finally parted from yours and your bewildered expression came into frame, “r-ran what’s-“ you pushed through pants, the sound of tearing drowned out as ran’s thumb grazed your lips, silence falling between you both.

“trust me,” he spoke the words calmly, confident in your abilities as he pressed the torn duct tape against your soft skin, your heart sank at the pressure, your feeble attempts at escape ending in a tale of dust and void, ran sealing your fate the same way he did your lips shut.

shifting himself from above you, he took a seat on the armchair by the window, one leg swung across the other and the two figures were no longer faceless blurs of pastels.

pulling a tripod out of the mystery bag, the men paid you no mind as you laid breathless on the bed.

his hair was the shade of sakura, the potent presence he held a complete juxtaposition to the calming nature that the blossoms usually brought you. his bangs were long, falling into fluffy white lashes that slightly curtained the view into his fresh-sea water like eyes as they remained downturned, fingers fiddling with the tall tripod as he set it up.

his companion, that of which was most resemblant to your partner, had a shaggy princess cut, a mix of violet and orchid shades, arm outstretched as he handed over a large camera to the other.

they weren’t strangers to you, more acquaintances than anything else. the brother and co-worker of your partner, both of which you’d met and only upheld polite conversations in the presence of ran as a plus one the bonten’s seasonal dinners.

you’d known that the forced wide smiles they had presented you with time and time again were but for pleasantries, yet, the awkward air that ruminated around them during such occasions, something you had wished to abolish with time, had completely vanished, albeit it had been replaced with something you’d never have worked towards.

eyes wild, you watched over the jagged rising and falling of your tightening chest as the two men loosened their ties, their paces starkly different. rindou’s fingers worked his buttons, fumbling slightly as he jittered, almost ripping the snug fabric off of his skin as sanzu’s attention fell onto your almost bare form, drinking in the sorry sight as he unbuttoned his own at a much slower speed.

ran rose from the armchair, adjusting the angle of the camera and as your rabid gaze snapped toward him, a blinding flash assaulted your vision. blinking to readjust to the light once more, your spot filled sight fell in line with your lover’s, his face mainly obscured by the mountainous device.

the orbs that so often turned your heart into putty, peered above the crimson gleam that now flickered on the corner of the device, void of emotion entirely.

calloused fingers took hold of your chin, roughly ripping your gaze from your lover, “what’s wrong, love ?” rindou’s words were mixed with a twinge of arousal as he cut you off, “don’t tell me you’re not happy to see us…” the faux pout that ensued induced a grimace from you, and he let out a laugh in turn, “we’ll make sure to capture your good side, yeah ?”

joining sanzu at the foot of the bed, rindou pulled your laying form closer by the waist, the long chains attached to your handcuffs straightening out as he lowered himself to his knees.

his gaze easily fell to your most sensitive part, restless hands moving to tear at the thin fabric that shielded it from view, your warming cheeks were set ablaze as you felt yourself clench around nothing under his seemingly prolonged fascination, earning a laugh from the man.

sanzu remained standing, observing the situation from afar, a smirk growing at the sight of your inching arousal, despite the violent look in your eyes vehemently denying anything of the sort.

attempting to pull your legs closed despite the bar between them was a mistake, your legs being shot out even further apart with a click.

“no need to hide, princess,” rindou spoke through a laugh, setting his plush lips against your thigh, kissing it softly, teeth grazing at the skin as he inched closer to your core, “we’ll take care of you, right sanzu ?” the words were wet, pushed through breathy moans as he indulged himself in your presence.

“yeah,” sanzu spoke, “you’re in, uh, good hands…” the words were half-hazard, his attention fixated on the actions being performed by the man kneeling before him, ignoring the tightening of his pants as he watched intently.

rindou’s eyes fluttered shut and he seemed to enter a trance like state, his arm circling around one thigh as his tongue worked through your folds, matching your whimpers with his own, a lust filled symphony echoing throughout the room due to the sinful acts.

your eyes remained open, just barely, face turned to the side as the vibrations of rindou’s moans pulsed through your core, your heavy eyes landing on the empty armchair in the corner.

rindou’s free hand palmed at his growing erection through his tightening pants as ran aimed to get the perfect shot behind him, camera in hand, “you can do better than that, rin” he taunted and you felt the ferocity of rindou’s pace heighten, taking a sharp breath through your nose in response.

a tut resounded, “slower, don’t be so eager,” ran spoke, and rindou’s actions reacted in turn, his tongue flattening against your core, pace slowing slightly, moving to drag his nose over your fluttering bud, “go a little deeper now” ran instructed.

handing the camera over to sanzu, the sakura haired man took a few steps back leaning down to capture the best angle of all three of you. ran’s hand tangled in rindou’s scalp, pushing his face deeper into your cunt “there we go,” ran praised and you felt a deep moan in response, pulling muffled whispers of pleasure from you, in turn. ran guided rindou’s hand from his clothed cock to your fluttering entrance, guiding them in.

ran’s hand moved to where his brother most needed him, palming rindou through the cloth a few times before unbuckling his belt, and pulling it free from its confines, his hand moving to pump him lazily as he watched the scene before him intently, directing the man.

rindou’s eyes finally fluttered open and you met his hooded gaze, orbs glazed over, as he moaned softly into you, his lips and fingers working you to the best of his abilities under the scrutising watch of his older brother.

his fingers were long, slightly thicker than ran’s and the calloused nature caused for extra friction against your gummy walls as they invaded. ran whispered instructions in his ear and he followed, informing him of what you liked best and rindou followed suit as his brother’s hand worked him at an agonisingly slow pace, teasingly, almost.

it was an overwhelming ordeal, the emotions held within rindou’s eyes as he gazed upon your writhing form, ran’s gentle whispers of praise contrasting against his harsh commands for the man, sanzu’s joy in watching it all unfold in full view, mixed with the unprecedented shame and a slew of colourful emotions that coursed through your veins, yet despite all of it, pleasure reigned supreme and you were close, they all knew it.

rindou’s fingers were being pulled back in as your body clenched around him, your stomach tensing as you took in deep breaths, eyes squeezing shut as sanzu inched toward you, hoping to catch your blissful expression on film.

rindou’s pace quickened, lapping at your essence as you were engulfed in ecstasy, body tensing under his touch, and he soon met his own high at the sight, pearly ropes coming undone over his brothers hand.

ran rose to his feet, rindou remaining rooted on his knees, continuing to softly kiss your tender core, setting soft licks to your bruised bud with gentle whimpers. moving to the side of the bed, ran’s hand hovered over your sealed lips, “you’ll be good for me, won’t you, love ?” his voice was gentle as he spoke, yet you felt a hint of warning behind the words and after a few beats, you nodded lazily. the sticky tape was softly peeled off and instead, ran glossed your lips with the seed of his brother. rindou’s gaze was burning as he continued to mouth at your sensitive spot, watching as you licked your lips slowly, ran’s fingers soon pushing past them, your tongue moving to softly clean them off.

handing the camera over to ran once more, sanzu moved toward the insatiably eager man that rested between your legs, pulling him away, albeit not without a few gruffs in return, before taking his place. rindou settled at your side, ran on the other as sanzu unbuckled his belt, baring his lower half completely before lining himself up with your sensitive entrance.

your gaze remained trained on his cock, the length that of something you hadn’t yet seen before, that fact ignited something deep within your stomach, a reaction you couldn’t quite pinpoint and you watched as he dragged his tip between your folds, letting out whimpers at the dull aching of your core.

a gentle touch grazed your face, turning your attention to rindou who’s lips hit yours on impact as sanzu pushed past your opening, rindou swallowing your mewls as he did so.

sanzu’s pace was particular, practiced, almost…a product of research, is what it seemed like. yet, it was harsh and unforgiving, the sharp snap of his hips penetrating through the air in a sharp manner and rindou’s lips trailed down your neck, leaving marks next to his brothers.

sanzu’s gaze remained neutral, brows furrowing every now and again at peaks of pleasure. it was new, his length felt never-ending, pushing deeper and deeper with each stroke, soon leaving pecks on your cervix as his pace grew harsher.

skin glistening under the dim hotel lights, that familiar sensation began to build between the depths of your stomach once more, your walls aiming to lock sanzu in place, yet he continued his relentless actions, slipping out breathy moans.

breath hitching, your high washed over you with glazed over eyes, sanzu guiding you through it and far beyond, eliciting choked whimpers from you at the pain that writhed through your body, eyes growing wet.

rindou’s fingers toyed with your nipple, his mouth encompassing the other as he heard your sniffles before raising his gaze, “you cryin’ ?” he spoke through a laugh, pulling back, your soaked face coming into sanzu’s full view.

cooing at the sight, rindou gripped your chin, turning your face to ran, “smile for the camera, yeah ?” he giggled, and you pulled the corners of your lips high, baring your teeth in a forced grin, salty tears falling through, landing on your tongue as your body squirmed.

sanzu’s eyes lit up at the sight, your tear stained flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, tendrils sticking to your forehead, forced grin paired with the way you clenched around him in embarrassment,

a deep groan reverberated through his chest as his pace quickened, his climax within reach before finally pulling out, hot ropes of his seed pooling on your stomach with echoing pants.

ran honed in on the display, and over the rise and fall of your chest you watched as rindou took sanzu’s place, hurriedly removing the remainder of his clothing before, leaning down slightly, his tongue soon flattening against the white essence of his friend, lapping up the liquid, “fuck, you’re pathetic…” sanzu sighed at the sight, yet rindou continued with a groan in response, trailing open mouthed kisses up your chest before meeting your lips with his own, offering the taste of the sakura haired man as he buried himself within you, kiss growing deeper as he swallowed your cries.

he was much thicker than you were used too, his hips rolled into yours, strokes slow, almost apologetic as he sheathed himself countless times in your bruised walls, grazing against every single one of your weak spots at an agonising pace.

it was a complicated concoction of sensations, pure pleasure doused with unrelating pain, and as he leaned back to get a better view, sanzu’s hand worked himself at the picture before him, eyes shifting between your expressions and rindou’s work.

“w-wait…” you pushed through choked cry-like moans, “s…s-too much!” you pleaded to no avail, tears continued to fall and as rindou’s pace picked up, his thumb circling your puffy nub, body growing weaker, you felt another wave of pleasure envelope your being, meeting another high, a choked moan was all you could muster as your body tensed, head beginning to ache and your vision began to blur slightly not soon after.

dark spots clouded your sight before a harsh smack landed on your cheek, “we’re not done yet, princess,” sanzu spoke, “don’t give out on us now.”

rindou’s apologetic nature dissipated along with your hazy vision, his gentle hip rolls transferring into harsh snaps, much like his predecessor and his moans grew as he did more animalistic, chasing his euphoria, soon pulling out to relieve himself on your stomach.

rindou’s gaze fell to sanzu as his hand squeezed out the rest of his cock’s remains, “im not doing that,” sanzu responded almost instantly, shaking his head, yet as rindou’s head cocked to the side slightly, smirk growing, sanzu closed his eyes with a sigh. situating himself between your legs once more, he pumped himself as he slowly leaned down, lips meeting the soft wet flesh of your stomach, tongue laying flat against your skin to lap up the essence, a soft whimper slipped past his lips, that of which wouldn’t be heard without a strained ear, his own leaking out of his cock as a result, leaving open mouthed kisses up your chest, despite his blazing cheeks, meeting you in a kiss, sharing the taste.

“and you say i’m the pathetic one, yeah ?” rindou teased, earning nothing but a scowl in response from the man, ears reddening as he joined rindou beside the bed, ran moving to pan the camera over your shame filled form.

ran captured it all, your sore and puffy cunt, the marks that littered across your neck and chest and he saved your teary stained face for last.

“you got anything to say, princess ?” he asked behind the lens, tone demeaning.

“…t-thank you for watching.”

they were going to make you star.

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TW: nsfw, dubcon, coercion, bullying

fem reader

Your bully says he’s always been curious about what it’s like to fuck a geeky good girl like you—and that he’ll leave you if you let him have a taste.

You knew he was probably mostly joking when he offered… but you were sick and tired and perhaps a little desperate for the chance of him finally leaving you alone—so you balled your fists within his shirt, dragged him inside an empty classroom, and told him he could do whatever he wanted.

You don’t know who was more surprised.

He never knew you to be so brazen—but it’s not like you’re some blushing virgin, either.

You have experience. However, most of that experience is with nicer guys… not someone like him…

It’s not like you expected him to go easy on you, but still…

You bruise against the desk he has you bent over on—dewy-faced and panting, lying cheek-down in your own drool as he fucks full-chested moans right out of you. He snickers when your thighs shake, whistling with a grin when feeling your tight cunt flutter around him—slick dripping to the floor in a little puddle.

“You’re so wet it’s embarrassing.” He laughs.

He’s got your arms tussled behind your back, using your shirt as bindings—having balled your skirt up around your waist in two tight fists, knuckles white while using it to keep you still as he pounds into you with a mean snap of his hips.

Your heart drops when you hear a rip. A second time when, you feel his movements still, and a thick warmth starts to fill you.

“Ah—fuck—don’t squeeze so tight—I’m ‘bout to—” He grunts, but it’s already too late once he pulls out.

Panting heavily as his cock drips with the last drop—hunched over—his eyes fall to your glossy cunt, half-mast while staring at the way his cum slowly leaks out of the still-fluttering little hole.

He feels a cute-aggressive urge to slap it but doesn’t want to get his hand all sticky.

He pulls his pants up instead, only bothering to button his shirt up halfway, tie hanging loosely around his neck. Anyone with eyes could guess what he’d been doing with his sweaty hair and that flushed look on his face.

And yet he starts leaving without a care or a word.

Already halfway out the door before you get your wits back.

“No—wait!” You warble, unknotting your sleeves to wrap your shirt around you. “You can’t leave me like this—my skirt…” You hold the tattered piece up for him to see, showing him the tear he’d made, rendering it unwearable.

His hand is still on the doorknob, only bothering to acknowledge you with a jaded look over his shoulder. “How’s that my problem?”

Your brows cinch that pitiful way it always does. That cute way that has his gut bubble and fizz. “Please…” You plead, and it’s almost enough to make his cock perk up again. “Just bring me a skirt from lost and found… please?”

He sighs—the door at his back as he leans against it with arms folded upon his chest. “Tch—and what's in it for me?”

You nibble your lip in thought—but you already know the answer.

“I’ll be better at it next time—just... please?”

“Hm…” He hums in thought, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips, tugged as if your words had pulled it with string. “Wait here, I’ll be back.”

The door closed with a click, and you were left in the classroom alone.

A few minutes passed. You doubted his return.

You could always call a friend… but you didn’t want to get anyone into any trouble—calling them when they’re in class. Also, how would you even explain it to them? What type of person skips class to have sex in an empty classroom? Not to mention, they’d ask who you’d done it with—and there was just no way you could tell them. It’d be too embarrassing—you might just die—and if anyone else ever found out, he’d more likely kill you himself.

Well… suppose you could always make the run to Lost and Found yourself. The hallways should be mostly empty at this hour, but there’s really no guarantee.

In the end, the thought of someone catching you in cum-soaked panties makes you hold onto all hope that your bully would return as he’d said.

And fifteen minutes later, he does. Black school skirt in one hand and strawberry milk in the other. Seemed he’d taken the time to stop at a vending machine.

But you don’t care. Breathing out a sigh of relief—gratitude on your lips as you leap over to him. “Thank you—”

You eagerly accept the skirt—putting it on just as quickly.

He leans back against the door again, sipping his carton while watching you fall still with dismay. Humored at the pout that takes your lips as you look up at him with those pitiful doe-eyes.

“This is too short…”

He hides his smile with a tilt of his head. “Oh?” He grabs his jaw and pretends to assess your bottom half with focus. “Hmm… turn around, lemme see.”

You listen trustingly—as though you actually believe he cares. It almost makes him laugh out loud at how fucking gullible you are. But he keeps his act tight. Humming at the sight of the skirt only barely covering the crease of your cute ass.

“You’re right—something’s off.” He admits.

You look back at him just in time to see his smirk before he grabs you.

Keeping you still with an arm wrapped around your waist, he tips you over and grabs your panties—pulling them despite your body's protests as you wiggle in his hold. You cry as the fabric wedges up between your asscheeks, kicking your legs behind you until feeling it rip.

“There you go…” He coos while letting go of you, twirling the torn string in his hand. “Now it fits perfectly.”

He chuckles at the pretty tears clumped upon your lashes as you look at him with your lip tucked between your teeth until you finally get the grit to say what’s on the tip of your tongue.

“You’re an asshole.”

He sneers with a smile and bags your panties in his pocket—then turns around and opens the door. Leaving you worse off than before.

“Never said otherwise, buttercup.”

BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi, Shigaraki, Hawks, Shinso, Kirishima

JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Toji

DS – Akaza, Sanemi

HQ – Kuro, Miya twins

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✩ KRYPTONITE ✩

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - yandere!𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘙𝘈𝘒𝘐 𝘛𝘖𝘔𝘜𝘙𝘈 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙

𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦 : white hair glowing under the stars in a mesmerising grace, an unprecedented pile of dust decorating his boots, light spilled in all around him, highlighting his looming aura, the sight resembling that of a painting, despite the perilous crimson gaze that coexisted alongside it.

warnings and notes!

tomura being a creep . stalking . breaking and entering . implied past kidnapping/abuse . toxic relationship . naïve reader . mention/usage of firearms . chasing, i guess ? . usage of petnames (kid, kiddo) . reader has a very similar quirk to momo yaoyorouzu . yes i nerfed him, because he can’t be out here destroying entire houses and everything surrounding it, okay ? plot convince, hehe . pronouns/gender/sex aren’t mentioned . gender neutral reader . proofread though there still may be some spelling mistakes . enjoy <3

authors note:

as soon as i completed writing this fic there was someone who began ringing my house’s intercom thing, and it was terrifying, not only because it was 2 am and the intercom ringing sound is super loud, but literally everyone in my family was home so…terrifying to say the least. we looked out the window and it ended up being some random guy, but it shook me up nonetheless. coincidence ? i think not. just kidding, but it deffo was timed super weirdly, lol. anyway, i haven’t posted in a while so i hope you enjoy this fic <33

“i know you’re in there…” the scratchy sound crept through the slab of wood that kept your, once desolate abode, private.

the voice was heavy, drenched in frustration as the man banged against the barrier.

“open the door,” he sighed.

a biting drift accompanied your being, the hair on your skin standing on end, heartrate accelerating as darkness enclosed your surroundings.

the bright luminosity of the moon being the only aid to your sight as it leaked through the opened curtains behind you, your shadow on the hardwood flooring reflecting your tenseness.

the incessant knocking had been going on for a while now, you, successfully being able to tiptoe around the place during that time, switching off all of the lights before resuming your stance.

it continued on, reverberating through the air, a pleading note seeping into the man’s once gruff tone “you know i hate repeating myself, kid…c’mon…” grimacing, the nickname echoed in your mind, it’s venomous form leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

shifting on your tip toes, you moved in the direction of the staircase as a crackling noise enveloped the space, sparing a glance, a tall, shadowy silhouette stood beyond the door frame.

white hair glowing under the stars in a mesmerising grace, an unprecedented pile of dust decorating his boots, light spilled in all around him, highlighting his looming aura, the sight resembling that of a painting, despite the perilous crimson gaze that coexisted alongside it.

frozen bodies opposing each other for a few seconds, your breath hitched, chest tightening before your feet moved once more, slamming against the stairs as you pushed yourself up them as fast as you could possibly manage.

“oh, there’s no need to run,” the voice spoke, heavy footsteps ensuing as he rounded the corner, rough grip enclosing around your ankle with a tug.

falling on your knee you shifted, turning toward him, “what,” he spoke, faux pout curling his lip, “don’t you wanna play with me ?” letting out a gravelly laugh.

“let me-“ kicking relentlessly, the man struggled to keep you in his grip, “…go!” you screamed, successfully landing a hit to his lip, splitting the skin.

liquid spilled from the cut, that of which matched his glowing orbs framed by, now arched, brows.

lifting his hand, shigaraki’s grip on your person vanished as he touched the wound, giving you enough time to flee to the confines of your bedroom.

the barrier between you both muffled the curses the man let spill out as you lifted up your shirt, attempting to focus.

“come on, come on, come on…” you chanted to yourself, leg shaking in anticipation.

your mind created a clear image of the item you wanted to create and you felt it fall into your palm just moments later, earning a sigh of relief from within.

retreating to the far corner of your room, you clutched the small firearm in your hands, arms outstretched, waiting in silence as the intruder neared with heavy footsteps and a frustrated sigh.

the jarring yet familiar sound of crackling ensued once more as tomura entered the space, his eyes zoning in, almost instantly, on the weapon you held with a shaky, yet determined, grip.

he couldn’t help the small chuckle that fell past his bloody lips as he stalked toward you, seemingly unfazed.

the nonchalant attitude of the man burning your stomach with anger, “get out, tomura,” you stated firmly, weapon following his every move.

“so serious,” he smiled, “what are you gonna do, hm ?” his voice was soft, teasing, “are you gonna kill me ?”

you grew silent at that, yet your arms remained strong before his lazy stance.

tomura’s smirk grew at that, “be my guest,” lowering his frame, forehead pressed firmly against the barrel.

your fingers hesitate, breathing becoming jagged.

he deserved it, didn’t he ?

after all of the torment you had endured at the hands of the cursed man before you, only having it come to a stop after narrowly escaping his vice like grip.

he deserved to die at your hands.

you knew that. you truly believed that.

…didn’t you ?

“scared ?” the grating voice pulled you out of your wavering thoughts, “or is it because you don’t know how to use a gun ?” he questioned, a small smile following.

standing upright once more, he swiftly swiped the weapon from your hands, “the safety has to be off first, of course,” he spoke, demonstrating before tucking the barrel just beneath your chin, a simple click echoing throughout the room soon after.

“see ?”

he hadn’t left enough time for you to process his actions before firing the empty pistol, leaving your body tense, your face pale and your heart close to giving out completely.

his smile grew as he took in your bewildered expression, “of course, the gun would also have to be loaded,” the weapon slips past tomura’s fingers in a sand like form as he continues, “however, you won’t be needing such things now that you have me around again, isn’t that right ?”

he nodded as he spoke the words, as though he were talking to a child. as though the simple action of him agreeing with his own words would signify his unspoken prohibition of your verbal disapproval.

your eyes remained wide and doll-like as he pulled your tense frame close to his own, his jacket was cold, offsetting the warmth of his chest, yet, as his arms enveloped you, a soft flutter set off in your heart under his touch.

resting his chin atop your head, he set a few soft pats, fingers raking through your locks “you’ll be safe with me around,” he whispered.

your body jogged as emotions rushed back in at the words, tears falling as fast as the welled up.

“hey,” he spoke, pushing you away slightly, thumbing at the liquid on your cheeks, “what’s with the tears, kiddo ?”

you shook your head, “i-“ the words were hard to push out, “i…i can’t do this…not like…not like before…” you took a beat, “please, tomura…”

“it wont be like before,” he whispered, cupping your cheeks gently, “you mean the world to me, kid, i just want you to be safe, and happy…with me, but i promise, i’ll make an effort to be a little more gentle this time around.”

the words were flowery, nothing but a beautiful bouquet to calm your frantic mind for the time being, soon to die out. they held no weight, you knew that, yet they soothed you slightly and as his face levelled with yours once more, a soft kiss was gifted to you and you melted into him.

the metallic taste of his blood like lead on your tongue, you kissed back, in an attempt to feel something.

he had hurt you, countless times, however, that shred of hope of reuniting with the tomura you had first met outweighed all of your doubts.

that tenderness was something you craved more than life itself.

it was that naïvety that tomura loved so much, along with the sense of fear he filled you with.

like a puppet in his grand show of destruction, you took centre stage with pride and let tomura back in once more.

pulling away, he held you close in his arms once more, a gentle whisper falling past his lips, “it’s not like you have a choice, anyway.” setting another round of pats on your head.

it wasn’t something you were meant to hear, but as the words filtered in, you paid chose to pay them no mind.

you wanted to enjoy the warmth of tomura’s embrace for as long as it lasted.

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sanospet · 3 months

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Good Girl

Summary: It’s not your fault that your boyfriend was hard for people to warm up to. God, your parents are so lame. But so were you. So you did what anyone else with strict parents would, and you cut him off.

Bad idea.

Word count: 4k

Content: Tomura Shigaraki x female reader, explicit content, kinda quiet sex, cunnilingus, praise, slight humiliation, unprotected sex, strict parents, toxic relationship with parents, AU - no quirks, no use of y/n, gets a little mushy at the end im sorry

You would rather be anywhere else but here. You would pay to be anywhere else but right here, right now being scolded like some teenager who had been caught sneaking out after curfew. But you were here and you weren’t going anywhere any time soon.

“He’s just not good for you,” your father’s voice stressed. It dragged on, pulling you from your drifting thoughts. “You have so much ahead of you and we even agreed to this gap year so that you could figure out what you wanted to do, not so you could run around with some delinquent boy with no future–”

“He‘s not a delinquent,” You cut off, “you’re judging him without even giving him a chance.”

Your father sighs, knowing he’s fighting a losing battle, but knowing you inherited his stubbornness has never detoured him from taking your objections head on. He’s been on this earth longer than you, butting heads with others longer than you have. “Well, whatever he is, he’s not allowed to see you again. That’s final.” he says with a shrug of his shoulders. False air of nonchalance sending fury through your veins.

There would be no more arguing and you knew it. You desperately look to your mother, who is in her usual stance of resignation and uselessness when it comes to his word. If she saw things your way, she would never say. And even if she agreed with you, there would be no change. It has always been your father’s way or no way.

“I’m an adult, you can't tell me who I can and can’t see.” you try once more, not ready to end things here. It’s suffocating.

He scoffs, bringing a hand up to count his fingers, “You live under our roof, you eat our food, you drive our car, you give me attitude when I agree to give you time to figure out your life when you decided to leave university after two semesters,” his voice is rising and you begin to feel your eyes burn with the threat of tears, your chest tightening as its harder to catch a breath. You can’t cry here, it would only make things worse. “I don’t think it matters how old you are. I am done with this conversation. End things with him now or you won't have a pot to piss in by the end of the day.”

This cannot be happening. You're still sat on the plush sofa of the living room as your father stalks off with your mother in tow. The latter only glancing back with an empty look of pity as you stare at where your father had just been. Words burned into your mind while hot tears finally break and run down your cheeks. This is really happening.

And Tomura was going to be upset.

In a perfect world you could meet up with him tonight, talk it over, or even run away together and leave all this behind, but you know better. You know the two of you haven’t dated long enough to warrant running away together, but it still crosses your mind. You’ve never felt this way about anyone before and it's painful to think you never will again. Tomura just made you feel so.. Alive. There was so much to him and his witty dry humor that keeps pulling you in.

He’s cynical, he’s moody and sometimes he’s mean but god he could be so soft. Touch you in ways that felt like he reached your soul. Quiet nights where you would stay at his house and watch him play video games would turn into late night sessions of making love until the twilight of dawn peeked through the dark curtains of his room. There was no way you could let him go. But you had to. You had to. Your father had given you no other choice. So you take the coward’s way out.

You text him.

You send him a short text that would send you to the bathroom dry heaving, but you didn’t know what else to do. What more could you say other than your father had snapped at you and you both could no longer be together. It would hurt so much more facing him head on. You knew that if you had to speak to him face to face that you would crack, probably throw out your silly idea of running away together and then face the awkward rejection. This was all you could manage. You felt awful for it, finally forcing yourself off of the floor and dragging your feet to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

It had been hours and there was no response from Tomura. You couldn't blame him. What could anyone say to a break up text? You hollowly hoped he would fight for you. Even a little. But the flat Read 14:57 showed you otherwise. This had now become a heartbreak you werent quite expecting. You couldn’t help but second guess every interaction you had with him before. If maybe you read into things a little too deeply. If maybe, some smaller, quieter part of you dreaded your father was right.

There was no use of dwelling on that now. No point in running through what you would never know. So, you sighed, and finished up in the bathroom. Slipping on your silk sleeping gown that stopped above your knees and adjusted the small straps on your shoulder. You had cried for hours after your argument – if you could even call it that– with your father was over and your face ached. The bags under your eyes showing the worse for wear state you had found yourself in. it would be okay, you told yourself. You just have to sleep it off.

And that was your plan and you slid into your welcoming bed, soft comforter embracing you and your worn feelings. You feel more tears begin to sting behind your eyelids before there's a sudden tap at your window.

A trick of the wind, you decide and return to your somber thoughts.

You would have to move on eventually, but tonight? He was the only thing on your mind. His eyes, his hair, the way he would feign annoyance when you were overly touchy, craving closer contact. He always indulged you. Always gave you more, you knew he liked it as much as you did. You were lovesick.

Tap.

There was that noise again. Louder than before as if someone had thrown a rock right at your window. The room was still and quiet so you knew it hadn’t been your imagination.

Jumping to your feet and shuffling towards the window in question you brushed your curtains to the side to see the possible culprit. And when you do, your heart drops and instant regret fills you. Stomach aching as you take in the sight before you.

It’s Tomura Shigaraki and he is pissed.

Tomura, your Tomura leering up at you with another rock resting in his hand, bigger and ready to be tossed at your window if the last attempt didn’t work.

You look around, knowing no one is in your bedroom but yourself and the moonlight, then go to open your window, ducking your head out to get a better look at him. There he was, black hoodie oversized and so soft, red eyes burning in anger but you aren't scared. You’re relieved, it's him. He's here to see you, mouth turned down in a scowl and fists clenched in fury but he was here.

You couldn’t stop your hushed whisper, “what are you doing here?”

“I came to talk.” Was his only reply before he dropped the rock and walked towards your window. It wasn’t terribly high up, but higher than he could reach without a bit of help from you.

Now that he was closer you could see the anger in his posture much more clearly. All tense shoulders and narrowed eyes. It was enough to make your stomach turn. You couldn't help but worry your bottom lip as he pulled out his phone and took a step closer.

“Really? Over a fucking text message?” He hissed, rasp in his voice, uncaring of the time of night or who could hear.

“Tomura, shh, please–” you tried, hands coming up to placate him, if only a little. Your father would have your head if he heard another man in his home, let alone Tomura Shigaraki.

He huffed a sarcastic laugh, disbelief taking over his features, but he obliged, “I don’t care what your father told you. He can’t control who you talk to.”

You shake your head, the all too familiar sting of tears in your eyes threatening to fall, “I know. I told him that, but he threatened to kick me out, to cut me off. I’m sorry Tomura, but I can't.”

“He can't do that.”

You nod, knowing all too well that your father would go through with his threat. “He can. Technically. I'm an adult, so it’s his choice.” The tears fall now, seeing the rage dissipate from Tomura, slight drop of his shoulders showing disbelief and disappointment. It's too much. This is why you didn’t want to see him, couldn’t face him. “I'm so sorry,” you whisper, trying to hold in the sobs threatening to wrack your body and possibly wake your parents up. This could not have ended worse. “I don't want it to be this way.”

“Wow, I didn't know you were such a good girl.”

Your breath hitches, caught off guard, “What is that supposed to mean?”

He shrugs. “I didn't know you did everything daddy says. What a good girl you are.” The tone is one you’re familiar with. Condescending. Challenging. He’s testing you.

Your cheeks flushed. What could you say? That you’re not a good girl, actually. Then what would that make you? A bad girl? You would walk right into his trap. He’s watching, waiting for a response. Something to make you slip up.

You don't have the chance to respond before he’s taking a step forward, lifting your chin with a finger so that you could look him in the eyes. Even in the dim lighting of the room those crimson eyes looked into your own. Like he was delving deeper, looking for the response that you can't seem to give him. Nothing else matters in this moment. It’s just him and you and the pale moonlight dancing between you. The air is tense and unmoving, like the smallest noise, the faintest blow of wind would ruin this moment.

You couldn’t take it, couldn’t wait another minute before your body moved, leaning forwards onto the tips of your toes to give you more leverage as your lips pressed to his. His lips were still cold and dry from the cool air outside but that didn’t matter. Nothing matters more than knowing you needed more of him and you needed it now. Tomura’s hand came to rest at the nape of your neck, pulling you closer and the kiss deeper. Taking all of you in as his other hand gripped your waist.

Your hands wasted no time burying into his hoodie – so soft and worn– the faint smell of citrus and cedar being a comfort as the intoxicating kiss deepened. Tomura wasted no time, slick tongue entering your mouth, hungry, like it was the last time you would have him this way. It was too much. It was not enough. You broke the kiss, a string of saliva following the short distance you put in between. Air seemed sparse, like you couldn't get enough and Tomura spoke before you could.

“Get on the bed.”

And you did, newfound vigor in your step as you eagerly did as what you were told. Energy ebbing through your veins as excitement overtook your previous anxiety. Tomura was a mere step behind, discarding his hoodie without care and joining you on the bed, caging you beneath him as he dove back in for another kiss, wet and warm, before trailing lower. Open mouthed kisses to your jaw, then neck, his hands, rough and warm gripping your thighs, taking in all he can. After leaving a particularly hard bite on your neck, Tomura lifted your gown up, smooth silk gliding with ease above your ass and resting below your breast. It was only natural for your legs to spread for him, cool air on your bare cunt making you shiver.

“Oh?” An amused huff from the man above you makes your cheeks heat further than before. He’s seen you like this many times before, but he’s always had a way of making you feel shy. “No panties, huh?”

You push past your embarrassment. “You know i dont wear them to b– ah!” you're cut off by the feeling of his finger sliding between your folds, slick making it glide, and rubbing over your clit. The surprise of the motion makes you press your thighs closer together. Tomura grins above you, before bringing his wet finger to his mouth, a mocking shh following the motion, tongue flicking out and licking the digit as his other hand pushed your legs apart again.

He bends down, bulge in his sweatpants pressing against your bare cunt. He’s so hard and that thought only makes you wetter. Tomura’s nose brushes yours, your eyelids fluttering shut as he dives to kiss you again. All open mouthed and wet. You could taste yourself on his tongue as well as feel the pressure of his clothed erection grind against you, rubbing against your bundle of nerves. You are sure your slick is dampening his sweatpants but Tomura doesn’t care. He’s grinding you into the mattress and you’re so close to begging him to get on with it you want to scream. But almost like he’s read your mind, he pulls away.

The kisses he places along your body set your nerves on fire, anticipation eating away at your patience as he takes his time. Once he’s reached his destination, right between your thighs, he places one wet kiss onto the plush of your inner right thigh. Another teasing move. Another way to make you squirm in excitement. He looks up at you, ruby eyes gleaming in the moonlight of the room.

“Be quiet for me, yeah?”

Tomura huffs a laugh at your eager nod, grin growing wider. So quick to please. Dedicated. “Good girl.”

The praise makes you falter for a second, embarrassment threatening to make its way to the surface once more. There was no time for it now, Tomura enjoyed catching you off guard. Loved surprises. He wastes no more time, tongue licking a wet strip between your lips. The action causing you to moan louder than you intended. Your hand rushes to cover your mouth. If you were to be caught in this predicament by either of your parents it would be horrendous for the both of you.

This doesn’t stop Tomura, though. If anything you were starting to think it encouraged him, because his relentless pace on your cunt was driving you wild. His long stripes simmered into just the tip of his tongue flicking your clit and sending jolts of pleasure roaring through you. You were already close, pleasure and pressure building and building until you were so close to tipping over–

Knock knock.

“Hey sweetie. I know it's late, I just wanted to talk for a second.”

It was your mom. Holy shit it was your mom and there's a boy in your bed with his head buried between your legs and holy shit. If she opened the door, if she barged into your room in the familiar way she always had a bad habit of doing, you would be done for. With wide eyes and accelerated breaths, you clamped down harder over your mouth with both hands. Even Tomura stopped in his tracks, gaze lazily focused on the door with curiosity bleeding into his indifference.

Your mother must have taken the silence as a sign of slumber, yet she continued. Voice muffled by the door between you both.

“Your father... was harsh today. And I’m sorry for that.” She pauses, long enough for you to believe she would be giving up and going back to her bedroom. You aren't so lucky, surely at this point you were very unlucky and you dreaded whatever else she had to say. “I just want you to know that he just wants the best for you.” your heart drops as she carries on, unaware and unconcerned of the other pair of ears listening in to her words. “We don’t know him that well. We can't risk you getting involved in something you're not ready for and throwing your future away.”

At this, Tomura rolls his eyes, interest clearly lost and goes back to his earlier movements. The sloppy kiss to your clit catches you off guard and forces a whine out of you. It was small, but still a noise. Squeezing your eyes shut you prayed this would be written off as an odd sleep noise. Wishing to the sky that it wasn't noticeable and Tomura would stop. He didn’t. It was in that moment he decided pressing a finger against your entrance would bring out more noises. The digit slipping in with minimal effort and adding more pleasure to this mix as he sucked your clit.

If your mother heard anything, she didn't make it known. The floorboards outside of your door creaking with the shifting of her weight. “Well, maybe we can get ice cream or something tomorrow. Have a little girl’s day?” The silence is palpable as she waits for an answer that won't come. “Okay well, goodnight sweetie. See you in the morning.”

You don’t know what you're more grateful for; the sound of her receding steps or that fact that Tomura wasn't cruel and waited until the telltale sound of a door opening and closing rang through the air before adding another finger and curling them. This time you couldn’t bite back the moan that escaped you, hands gripping the cotton of your duvet.

“Aw, how sweet,” Tomura started, sitting up while adding a thumb to your sensitive nub and rubbing slow circles to replace his mouth. “She wants to have a little girls’ day with you.”

His mocking tone would have gotten a reaction out of you any other time, but right now you were so close. On the precipice of an orgasm that’s been drawn out for far too long. You could only look at him with half lidded eyes as his fingers worked like magic sending you closer and closer, your breath hitching as you finally, finally reached the climax. Body shaking pleasure cascades over you like a tidal wave.

“There we go,” Tomura whispers, giving your cunt a playful tap after letting you ride the sensation out. He pulls away completely to take off his sweatpants and underwear, cock already hard and leaking. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips at the sight and you hear his breathless chuckle. “I’ll let you have a taste next time, but right now, I can't wait any longer.”

It was only when he began to line up with your entrance that you absently wondered about the lack of condoms you owned. You look up at him, question burning on your tongue but he only grins at you, and you swore in that moment he was a mind reader. “I didn’t bring any with me, sorry,” his voice was far from apologetic as he stroked his cock, rubbing the head between your folds and against your clit, slick soaking the head. “But don't worry,” he continued, leaning forward and you felt the pressure at your entrance, excitement buzzing through your veins. “I’ll pull out.”

Whether you believed him or not didn’t matter, you had no time to process a thought as he began stretching you to the limit with his size. A gasp escaped your parted lips as the sickeningly sweet feeling of being stretched too far too fast took over. He gave you a minute to adjust, even as his cock twitched in anticipation of movement. The grip he had on your hips was tight enough to bruise and you knew it was taking a lot of his self control to wait for you.

He pressed on, figuring it had been long enough and bottomed out with a sigh. Your walls clenched around him and swore you could cum from the stretch alone. After giving you a second to breathe he pulled back, almost pulling out, only to snap his hips back forward into you. Your head lolled onto the pillow, hand coming up once more to mute the moans dragging from your body. Tomura hoists your legs onto each side of his shoulders,bending them forward and successfully folding you like a lawn chair as he started his aggressive pace, forcing your tight heat to clench around his cock.

“Oh, fuck…” you couldn’t help but mutter as you struggled to hold off your already approaching orgasm.

Tomura saw this as a challenge. “What? You gonna cum on my cock?” he mocked, pace wild and rough, leaving you gasping as you shut your eyes, not ready to admit how right he was. “It's okay,” he continued, leaning closer and allowing his dick to press deeper inside you. The drag hitting the bundle of nerves inside and nearly sending you over the edge. “Come on, cum on my cock like the good girl you are.”

Those words push you over, hips convulsing as your legs shake and it takes Tomura slapping a hand over your mouth this time to quiet you. You couldn’t focus on anything else, let alone keeping quiet. Your body felt light and Tomura fucked you through it. His pace grew more erratic as his grinning face became one of focus, brows furrowing as his eyes shut and he focused on his pleasure. Your pussy squeezing around him making it harder for him to stave off his own nearing climax. You were worried that at this point you were both too far gone. The silence of the home would leave the messy noises between you both loud and clear for the entire house to hear. Tomura was great at keeping his composure but the soft groans coming from your lover only showed how much he was losing his grip.

“Can’t– fuck, sorry–” you didn’t have time to decipher his strange words, your curious eyes meeting his face to gauge his expression before you feel it.

His cock twitches inside you, seed painting your insides white as his thrusts didn't slow. He was hammering away at your insides, only pumping his cum further into you. You feel so full, the warmth spreading over your body like a blanket. He came in you. Even though he said he wouldn’t, he did. The worst part about it? You don’t care. It's invigorating. You feel even more attached to him. Even closer. You want more.

Overstimulated and weak, you whimpered, thoughts swimming as Tomura finally came down from high. Slowing his thrusts and panting heavily. Your heart is drumming against your chest as he removes your sore legs from his shoulders. Shuddering as he slips out of your tight heat, feeling the cum dripping out of you and onto your sheets.

The bed dipped as he took his place next to you. Out of breath and eyes focused on the ceiling. Your ears were ringing with the sudden quietness of it all. Things felt different, heavy.

“You could always just not tell them.” It was Tomura who broke the silence first. “Act sad, mope around, and then come see me at night.”

You glanced over, vaguely registering the sweat cooling on your body. You would need to get up and get cleaned up soon. “Yeah, but if they catch me–”

“They won't. I’ll teach you how.” he turns towards you, bringing a hand to your chin to make you face him. There’s a fuzzy feeling turning in your chest and the familiarity of heat rising to your cheeks is starting to drive you mad. His grin is enamoring, red eyes almost glowing with mischief in the moonlight. “I’ll show you the ropes.”

There's an ache that tugs at your chest as you nod. “Okay.”

You are so fucked.

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Say yes to me

after your seven minutes in heaven, hyunjin wants to plan out how he'll finally confess to you. except you come knocking on the door of his rented cabin unannounced. at 10:53 pm. the perfect time for love, he comes to learn.

pt. 2 of say yes to heaven. highly recommend reading it first (it's short i promise and it sets the mood ajsjd)

a.n: and if i told y'all i wrote this in one go... when i say hyune possesses me i MEAN it... these two pics sit at the same table for me, and three people asked for a second part and i can't say no to you guys!! ENJOY, feedback is highly appreciated as always <33

There are a lot of things that Hyunjin wishes he could say to you.

How he loves you is first.

Hyunjin never planned on keeping secrets from you. Ones he carefully tucked away at the corner of his mouth, ready to spill each time your gaze met his.

He still remembers when it all started vividly- how the friendship blossomed into something more for him, the way petals shyly unfurl on the first days of spring.

You were sitting next to him on the bench of your favorite park, ice cream in your hands. Hyunjin intently watched as you rambled about your latest essay, and the world seemed to fall into a tranquil silence, save for the sound of your voice.

Hyunjin suddenly found himself enthralled by the way the sunlight gently grazed your cheeks, painting them with the softest golden hue. One he tried to replicate many times in his paintings, but to no avail, as they could never live up to you.

How the light breeze danced upon your hair, swaying it gently from left to right. How your lips moved with each word, pulling him into an unyielding trance. Those very lips that graced his skin with kisses, months later, scorching themselves into his memory.

Sometimes it still felt surreal, almost too good to be true, that you left traces of yourself on him. That he had you graze his jaw and collarbones, tentatively, as if you were afraid to dive in fully. "I'd catch you", he wanted to say, "even if it meant I'd drown in the process."

He wasn't ashamed to admit that he took a picture of the lipstick stains you left on him. He didn't even realize they were there at first, that is until he went to Changbin's bathroom. There, under the dim lighting, he found that the blush creeping up his neck matched the shade of your lipstick. His body seamlessly entwined itself with everything that made you.

He felt like a shaky tree branch at your hands- dainty leaves falling at your feet, each one scribbled with love notes for you. And he could no longer contain this feeling within him. He was tired of this five month old secret. He wanted to be an open book, one you could read or toss around, as long as you'd touch it.

But he needed to gather his thoughts and plan how he'd say it. How he'd free this scary confession from the confines of his heart. He told you that you'd talk about it later, and it's already been twelve days since he's last seen you. He had to do it soon.

So he went to his cabin, the one he rents on the weekends when he needs to get away from the world. It's small, nestled away in a remote part of the town, with a golden chandelier dangling in its living room- it's where Hyunjin feels most like himself.

Hyunjin doesn't hear your car pulling up into the driveway. Or your hurried steps to the door. But he hears your urgent knocks, and he's confused as he pushes the doorknob down. Then he's worried when he notices that it's you, with puffy eyes and a slightly runny nose.

For a moment, he stood there, too stunned to articulate a proper question. You don't give him the time to properly organize his thoughts, anyways, as you take timid steps towards him, before wrapping your arms around his waist. Your cheek rests against his chest, right above his heart, and you're crying. Hyunjin can tell from the slight tremors coursing through your body; the very one he's hugging right now, tightly, securely, until you're pressed to him, like two pages of the same book.

His large hands are rubbing soothing circles on your back, and a myriad of questions swirls in his mind. But they can wait, until you stop crying- the one sight that can bleed his heart dry.

"You- you said we'd talk later," you say through hiccups, as Hyunjin's hand moves to the back of your head, gently smoothing down your hair.

"I did," he hums, slightly rocking you from left to right.

"Then why didn't you? You just... stayed silent. For two weeks."

"Twelve days."

"Hyune," you whine and he giggles slightly, pressing a soft kiss onto your temple.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were waiting for me."

"Of course, I was," you lean back, the sides of his black shirt scrunched up in your hands. "I was tipsy but I... I remember."

"What do you remember?" he asks, as his thumb gently brushes away your trailing tears. He knows what happened that night, he replayed those seven minutes in his head so much that he could recite them by heart. Every breath you took, every shaky exhale you let out. He remembers it all too well.

"What you said to me."

His eyes soften at the quiver in your tone. "Why are you crying then, hm?"

"Because you didn't talk to me and I thought you didn't mean it. And I- I can't handle anyone else lying to me. Especially you."

Hyunjin shakes his head, as the strings of his heart dance to the erratic rhythm of his pulse.

"I could never lie to you. Not when it comes to this," he says with the utmost sincerity he can muster. He pauses, a gentle smile etched on his lips. "I have tea."

"Tea sounds good," you respond quietly.

"Come in, then."

He let goes of you, but you remain close, your shadows merging together on the wooden floor. Hyunjin smiles softly at the sight- he too wishes he could become one with you.

His hands are shaking slightly as he brings the water to a boil. You're wandering around, admiring the cozy interior, and the questions in Hyunjin's head can't seem to stop. What does this mean? he wants to ask. Do you want me like I want you? But he bites his tongue. Not until you've fully calmed down.

One minute.

"Here," he says, handing you a steaming cup of Jasmine tea. He leans his head against the wooden wall, as the steam fogs up his glasses.

"Thank you," you smile, settling into the seat opposite of him. "I like your ponytail."

"Oh," his hands reach up instinctively to his hair, tugging slightly at the ends of it. "It kept getting in my eyes so I tied it up."

"It suits you," you smile softly, and Hyunjin finds that the galaxy's stars are all shimmering in your eyes. He imagines the milky way weeping for the loss of its twinkling lights; but they look prettier in you, he thinks.

"How did you know I was here?" he asks, bringing the sweet drink to his mouth.

"Changbin told me," you reply.

Hyunjin nods, his eyes holding yours over the rim of his cup. He's nervous, a shaky mess from within, and he's unfolding right in front of you.

Two minutes.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"

His question seems to take you off guard. Your eyes slightly widen, before softening around the edges.

"It seems too unrealistic. But I'd like to think it exists. And you?"

"Despite being a hopeless romantic..." Your chuckle interrupts his words, and he finds that the sound of your laugh is much warmer than the drink in his hand. "I never believed in it. Because love is much deeper than a superficial level. It could be infatuation or a crush. But not love," he pauses, idly circling the rim of his cup with his finger. "But then I realized I was wrong."

His eyes captivate yours as he leans back, his sole attention on you. "They don't call it love at the first look, but rather love at first sight... You know, the first time you truly see someone. And I saw you."

Your breath hitches in your throat.

Three minutes.

"I saw you. I see you. how kind, gentle, and full of life you are. How you turn the most mundane sceneries into extraordinary ones, because your eyes are filled with colors we cannot see. But I saw them through you."

He smiles softly, his hand reaching out to the middle of the table, right where yours rested. His thumb gently grazes your palm, as he starts to speak again.

"It hurt me to see you with someone else. But he made you smile, at least at first. And I love your smile, so I was happy for you despite it. Because you deserve joy in your life, even if I'm not the one behind it. But then he hurt you," he pauses, his eyes tightly shut as if it physically pained him to utter these words. "And it hurts me to see you in pain. Because you deserve a love as gentle as you."

Four minutes.

"Hyune..." you trail off, and he shakes his head, a reassuring smile on his face.

"You don't have to say anything. You're confused and still hurt but I just needed you to know that."

"Know what?" you ask breathlessly, your hand now on top of his. You're hanging desperately onto his every word, you needed to hear it.

"That I love you."

Your fingers intertwine with his, and Hyunjin believes he has never truly breathed before this moment.

"I want to love you too, I do," you're quick to say. "You make me feel safe like I could hand you my heart and you wouldn't hurt it. But you also make me feel alive and I regret not seeing you first. Not when my love was still whole and not bruised."

"So you could love me?" he asks, a beaming smile brightening his face.

"I came crying to you because I thought you left me, and I couldn't bear it. You have your answer," you giggle sheepishly.

Five minutes.

"And you want to love me?"

"I do. I want to see you and notice a new detail about you every day. But I'm so scared, Hyunjin."

"It's okay to be scared. I don't want to rush you. I can wait."

"What if you get bored? Or if someone else catches your eye. I can't ask that of you."

Hyunjin squeezes your hand and the thoughts in your head go silent.

"I've waited for months for you. If it's you I get at the end then I can wait for an eternity."

"So you'll do it?" you smile incredulously. "You'll wait by my side?"

"Mm. I will."

Six minutes.

You're both quiet for a while, and he's too lost in you to count down the seconds. But then you clear your throat.

"Can we start waiting tomorrow?" you suddenly ask, walking up to him.

"What do you mean?" Hyunjin questions, the butterflies in him fluttering so intensely he's close to flying away.

"We're both here now," you whisper, as you sit beside him, his thigh brushing against yours. He licks his lips nervously.

"Can I try something?" you ask again, but this time you aren't drunk. You are less heartbroken and more sure of your feelings for him. You want this.

"I'm yours."

Your fingers reach up to cup his face, thumb grazing his cheeks gently. His hands hold your waist, beckoning you closer.

"I see you," you whisper, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry it took me so long to see you."

"Love at first sight," he responds breathlessly as your lips graze his, and his heart threatens to burst out of his chest- they'll find your name carved in his veins.

"I believe in it now, Hyune," you grin, before crashing your lips onto his.

Seven minutes.

There are a lot of things Hyunjin wished he could say to you. Sappy things, like how he believes you invented colors, that it drips down from your fingertips grazing his skin- explaining the red and yellow dots dancing before his closed eyes.

How everything seems to be heightened with you- the taste of the Jasmine tea imprinted on your lips, or the breaths escaping his body, eager to be released and to finally mingle with yours.

Or that he wishes that you were wearing your red lipstick so that your mark on him would last longer. A physical token of what you do to his heart.

But there was also much simpler words he wanted to say, ones that he managed to whisper in between tender kisses- "thank you for seeing me."

One year.

Your arms encircle Hyunjin's broad back, as you rest your cheek on his shoulder blade. "You know it's criminal for you to look this good in a simple white tee," you sigh wistfully, Hyunjin's perfume enveloping you both in an intimate cocoon.

"Good thing I'm yours then," he chuckles and you beam in reply, although he can't see you. Hyunjin is yours- he waited just like he promised he would. And now you're back in his cabin, where it all began, and he's making you Jasmine tea.

"And I am yours," you plant a kiss on his back and he turns around, a wide smile on his face.

There is still a sense of relief you find sometimes in Hyunjin's features when you tell him that you love him. As if he can't still quite believe it, even after a year of dating. It is the look traced on his face right now- a slight awe as he looks down at you.

"You said yes to me," he says so faintly, as if speaking to no one but himself, and you nod, placing a gentle kiss on his wrist.

"I'll always say yes to you."

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Say yes to heaven

hyunjin x reader. seven minutes in heaven except you're heartbroken and hyunjin has a huge crush on you. angst and softness and slightly suggestive in the end.

cw: mention of drinking alcohol and cheating. reader has lipstick on.

part 2. say yes to me

Hyunjin's legs are aching from sitting crisscrossed for so long. The music reverberates loudly, bouncing off the walls in Changbin's house. You are all playing truth or dare, a gathering of twenty people or something. But he isn't keeping count of anyone around. His eyes are fixated on you.

You are downing your drink, nudging Chan's side so he'd pour you another shot. He understands why you feel the need to forget, to fog up your mind until the world around you blurs. Your ex Suho, the one you had just broken up with two weeks ago, is kissing someone else, right in front of you. Hyunjin doesn't care enough to see who it is, his heart clenching at the sight of the tears brimming in your eyes.

You are hurt, rightfully so. Hyunjin never understood why you've ever dated Suho. He never cherished you, never treated you the way you were deserving of. Because you were beautiful, so beautiful it rendered Hyunjin putty in your hands. Though that was merely the surface of everything captivating about you.

The bottle is spined again, and Hyunjin's breath catches when it lands on him... Then you.

"Seven minutes in heaven!" Changbin shouts and you roll your eyes, before standing up and heading first into the closet. Hyunjin follows closely behind.

He closes the door, plunging you both into pitch darkness. Your hands find his arms suddenly, gripping them tightly.

"You okay?" he asks, concern dripping from his tone.

"It's really dark," you whisper, and Hyunjin's brows furrow further.

"We should leave," he suggests, moving to open the door but you pull him back. "No, no. Let's stay."

"But you're scared."

"It's okay. You're here."

"Is this about Suho?" Hyunjin asks tentatively, after a few silent beats, and he can hear you suck in a deep breath. He knows he just hit a sensitive chord.

"Yes."

One.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," he whispers, placing a reassuring hand on your back.

"Save it. I won't make out with you," you reply, sudden anger lacing your words. Hyunjin understands it's just your walls being put up so he wouldn't dare peek behind them.

"I know," he says softly, and your hold on his white shirt tightens. You're both so close, his chest is almost pressed to yours. Can you hear how wildly his heart is beating?

"Fuck, I'm sorry Hyune," the nickname slips from your mouth, sweet and familiar. He missed hearing it. Missed what you had before Suho came into the picture. "I'm just really really hurt," you admit, tears glistening in your eyes.

"Do you want me to fight him? You know I would," he tries to keep his tone soft even though raw anger simmers within him.

"You don't even know what he did," you chuckle weakly and he shakes his head. "He made you cry. That's enough for me."

Two.

You stay silent, but your forehead rests on his chest, as slight tremors shake your body. Your wound was still so fresh, and seeing Suho tonight only made matters worse. But Hyunjin's body is warm, and his arms tightening around you feel safe. You think you can face your ex again if he's by your side.

"Please don't cry," he says, hands reaching up to smooth down your hair, as his chin rests atop your head. He's so gentle with you, so sweet, more than Suho has ever been in your relationship.

"I'm sorry, this isn't what you signed up for," you apologize, but you can't find it in you to pull away. Instead, you wrap your arms around his waist, drawing him nearer to you.

"It's okay. This is nicer." You can't see him, but you can hear the smile in his voice. His smile is always so pretty, and his perfume is making you dizzy. You've drunk too much.

Three.

"How have you been?" you ask, fingers drumming gently along his back. Hyunjin doesn't know how he managed to speak normally to you up until now. Not when you've intoxicated him, when all he could feel in this cramped up space was you.

"Good," he finally manages to say. "And you?"

"I'm good. I missed you," you admit, and his heart seems to pause within his chest.

"You're drunk," he dryly chuckles but you shake your head against his chest. "I know what I'm saying. I'm sorry for taking my distance these past few months. The truth is... I didn't have enough energy to be a good friend, it was draining me to deal with Suho."

"Don't apologize. There is nothing to forgive."

"You promise me?"

"I promise."

Four.

You're full-on hugging now, arms tightly intertwined around one another, and hyunjin thinks this is his heaven- to bury his head in your hair, to smell the sweet scent of your shampoo.

"You smell nice," you mumble, cheek resting right across his chest. "Why is your heart beating so loud, Hyunjin?" you ask curiously, eyes closed.

Hyunjin thinks if he stays silent enough, then you'll forget you've ever asked. Because he can't bring himself to lie to you.

"You smell nice too," he settles on saying. "You look really pretty too."

"Thank you, Hyune." That damned nickname again. "I think... I think you're making my heart beat faster too," you mumble and Hyunjin shuts his eyes closed. You are killing him, stabbing him, and twisting the knife deeper inside his heart. And he's allowing it because it's you.

Five.

"Why do you think he cheated on me?" you ask, voice barely audible, and Hyunjin has to try his best not to storm out right now. He had guessed it was bad, but not this horrible.

"Don't. Don't ever think it was your fault. It wasn't. It could never be. It was his," he speaks the words firmly as if trying to drill them into your mind, erasing every wrong belief you held about yourself.

"Do you mean it?"

"I do," he leans away, cradling your face between his hands. He's so gentle. his voice and his touch and his existence. How could one be so gentle to you?

"You are everything someone would ever dream of. If I were him I would..." he cuts himself off, before saying something stupid; something that would tip the scale of your friendship.

"Finish it, finish what you were saying," you plead, voice shaky and he can't find it in himself to say no.

"If I were him, I would never let go of you. I'd do everything, anything to make myself worthy of you, of your love."

Six.

"Can I try something?" you ask tentatively, and Hyunjin feels as if the world stopped spinning around him. The outside world doesn't exist anymore, all he knows is you.

"Yes," he whispers, voice raspy, and you nod. Your shaky hands reach up to trace his face, cupping his cheeks gently. You're standing on your tippy toes, and Hyunjin can feel your breath fanning over his skin, feel goosebumps burst across his body. And then, the most tender kiss, placed on his cheek.

Your lips linger, pressing into his skin and marking it up for eternity. His hands find your sides, they're trembling, but they're warm and they feel nice to you.

You gulp, before kissing his cheek again. And then, you trail down, your lips finding the corner of his mouth. Hyunjin's knees buckle underneath him. It's too much, colorful dots cloud his vision and he hasn't even drunk anything.

Your hand curls around the nape of his hair, and then you brush your lips against his neck, slowly, deliberately, as if testing the ways in which you could drive him insane. You've succeeded, he wants to say. He's yours to do anything you want with.

Seven.

"Time's up!" Changbin's loud voice rings outside of the closet, and it snaps you both out of your haze. You stumble back, fingers brushing tentatively across your lips. It feels as if your entire body is on fire, even though your kisses were innocent, tentative. But you're feeling more than you've ever did with Suho.

"Hyunjin, I-" The door pulls open, sudden light flooding your vision. You can finally see the evidence of your kisses- crimson imprints on his cheek, trailing down his neck, giving way to a flushed chest. He's so pretty. And you've marked him up for everybody to see.

"We'll talk later, okay?" Hyunjin smiles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Okay."

Seven minutes felt like seven lifetimes for Hyunjin. And he'd live them all with you, love you in each if you'd let him. He'd do anything so you'd let him.

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