He Who Becomes The Follower Rather Than The One Being Followed. Heavy Angst, Gn!reader

he who becomes the follower rather than the one being followed. heavy angst, gn!reader

Once you enter your apartment, you kick your shoes off your aching feet and carelessly chuck your belongings onto the counter. The keys clatter against the cold marble and the sound of it pierces through the silence that lingers in your home. Your tired eyes can’t seem to really get a hold of anything.

“Why do you keep working overtime? I told you to stop that. Biting off more than you can chew.”

Sukuna comes from behind and watches you quietly skim your eyes over your near-empty fridge.

“And go grocery shopping, will you? It’s been weeks now.”

You sigh, and retreat to your cupboard where you grab the same cup ramen you’ve been having for dinner for the fourth night in a row.

“Giving me the silent treatment, huh. As usual,” he grunts, crossing his arms with concern. He’s grown sick of this. When will you pick yourself back up?

You don’t even sit down to eat. You pathetically hover over your sink to quickly slurp it up and discard the soup down the drain afterwards. Repeating the same cycle. Work, eat, sleep. Work, eat, sleep. Over and over again.

There are clothes strewn over the floor, because you haven’t been bothering to clean up after yourself. And Sukuna doesn’t know how much more he can tolerate watching you destroying yourself like this. He uncrosses his arms when you walk right past him, almost like you were telling him that you were sick of his nagging.

When he follows after you, he sees you collapse onto your sofa from exhaustion.

“Go to bed. You’ve been falling asleep on the sofa too much recently.”

You bury your head into the pillows and shut him out more, if that was even possible. The furrow in his brows deepen and he sits by your feet.

“Hey. Those are my pillows. Don’t sully them so much. You haven’t even showered yet.” Sukuna continues the one-sided conversation.

You must’ve plopped onto the sofa too hard. Because not long after, a photo frame topples over on the stand next to it. You hear the small clack, and you lift your head a little to look at it - hesitating. Slowly, you sit yourself back up again, and Sukuna draws in a breath, as if he’s preparing for something he’s about to witness for the millionth time.

“Don’t,” he mumbles, his gaze following your hand as it reaches out to grab the frame. When you lift it up and look at the photo, you see that it’s him. Your chest begins to hurt again, and your tired eyes somehow still have the energy to produce endless tears, some of them dropping onto the glass that covers the picture. You bring him close to your heart, and cry freely.

“I miss you. I miss you so much.”

Sukuna sits closer to you and hovers his hand over your face, knowing that he’d phase right through you if he tried to touch you for real. And he can’t get used to this, no matter how hard he tries. He wants to touch you again.

“I know. I know, doll. I’m right here,” he tells you, reassuringly.

But you can’t hear him.

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LEON’S ARMS are so muscular and veiny you’re forced to develop an arm kink because just look at them ! during sex, his meaty biceps are your favourite thing to grip on because they’re just so hard to the touch. you figure that leon also enjoys when you stroke your fingernails up and down his arm or dig into his skin as you notice a sexy smirk plaster on his lips. he’d have to be completely brainless not to catch onto your eyes linger at the size of his arms, so he does his part and flexes whenever you grab onto them. sometimes - when leon’s feeling extra and hitting it from behind - he’ll have you rest your back against his chest with a bicep wrapped around your neck. then ever so nicely, he applies pressure; choking you till you’re left breathless and begging for more…

Hey Aly. I loved your chishiya confessing headcanon and was wondering if you could do a one shot based on it. Like a story prompted by it? Sorry the request isn’t detailed but I love your writing and wanted to see where you would go using the hc.

i'm glad you like it, nonnie! thank you so much for requesting, i would be happy to write this out for you! there are a few differences from the original so it doesn't end up being a carbon copy (location is the only major change) but the premise of the game is the same

you can find the original confession headcanons here !

i also changed the riddle bit simply because i was too lazy to come up with riddles that actually made sense haha (naturally, this changes the suit of the game as well)

word count: 3,293

warnings: near-death experience, fluff

an unexpected adoration — chishiya shuntaro

“Registration has closed. The game will now commence.”

The robotic voice of the device in your hand rang out and you observed the players around you. Not too closely, of course. Residents of the borderlands were naturally suspicious people. If they were to notice you giving them a strange look, there’s no telling how they would treat you in the game.

Luckily for you, you had Chishiya on your side.

You had trust in him. Maybe it was misguided and you shouldn’t have put an ounce of faith in him at all—he was quite deceptive from what you had observed. Falling as hard as you did was a grave mistake, but one doesn’t always have full control over their feelings.

You were sure he would never feel the same. Yes, you were put into games together more often than anybody else at the beach (and you may have been his shadow outside of the games more times than you’d like to admit), but there was never a hint at any type of feeling towards you. Nothing negative, nothing positive. More often than not, he remained neutral.

It didn’t bother you too much. If it did, you wouldn’t have fallen for him in the first place.

Because of his cold attitude, you tried to make it a point to not show any sign of your feelings. You preferred admiring him from afar, swooning where nobody else could see.

You glanced over at the said boy, taking in his appearance as the voice began to read out the rules. Stoic as ever, leaning against the wall with his hood zipped up and closed-off body language.

“Game: Scavenger Hunt. Difficulty: Three of Clubs. Location: Aquarium.”

“Clubs game, huh?” you mumbled to yourself, contemplating what could come next. After playing through a variety of different card suits, you had ultimately decided that clubs were your strength. They were based on a team effort, which was something you worked well with. As for Chishiya… you weren’t sure you could say the same.

He specialized in diamonds because it allowed him to use his intelligence alone. He didn’t need the assistance of anyone else, and as a result, he thrived. Nonetheless, this was your specialty. If he cooperated with you, it should be a piece of cake.

“Rule. One player must be locked inside of the container ahead. If this task is not done by the game’s start, it will result in an immediate Game Over for all players.”

You shot a look over to the container the voice was talking about. It was large and intimidating. At the top was a tube with a large diameter. You noticed that it was completely sealed, and the only way in or out was the clear door at the front. On the door rested a keypad, and you could only assume that would be what locked the player in.

“Each player will receive a picture on their device one at a time. They must use this picture to figure out the accompanied code to the keypad. When all numbers are found and the keypad is unlocked, it is Game Clear.”

It seemed simple enough. With good communication, you could have this done in five minutes. You were about to begin speaking to the other players but were quickly cut off by the voice resuming its speech.

“The container will begin to fill up with water. Your time limit will last until the trapped player drowns. Any attempt to break the container or disconnect the hose will result in a Game Over. Please choose a player to enter the container before the game begins.”

Your blood ran cold at the words. There were two ways this could go. The first option seemed to be the nicest; somebody would volunteer themselves and trust in their teammates to get them out before they died. The second, on the other hand, seemed much more realistic and true to the character of the borderlands. The group wouldn’t be able to decide and would force somebody in there, leaving mistrust and poor communication left with the remaining participants.

You bit your lip harshly, feeling the slight taste of blood at the tip of your tongue. Damn it.

Nobody spoke up at first. You could assume that the common belief was that by speaking up, you would put an immediate target on yourself and be volunteered by the other participants. From what you had seen from previous games, this option seemed accurate.

“I have severe asthma,” the youngest of the group spoke up. She was in a school uniform, and from what you could see, she was no older than seventeen. “If the water fills up and I have to hold my breath, I can only do it for around fifteen seconds.”

The woman next to her seemed to gather a bit of courage after hearing someone else speak. “I’ve always been bad at holding my breath…!” It was clear she was nervous by the way her voice wavered. She fiddled with the ring on her left hand. Your eyes trailed down to the floor after seeing it, shaking your head with a frown.

“Bullshit,” the man to her left accused. “You’re lying.” His voice was filled with anger, but it wasn’t the red-hot anger that was typically used. It was cold and dark, one that sent a shiver down your spine. You could tell that he would refuse to go in the container and would put up one hell of a fight if forced.

With those three out of the question, you glanced at the other two by your side. There was Chishiya, yourself, and an older man, hair becoming gray and wrinkles forming on his face. From his posture, you could tell he was on the frailer side. It seemed that the other came to the same conclusion, immediately turning their gaze over to Chishiya.

Your brows furrowed in protest. Chishiya had a brilliant mind. If there was one person that you could trust to get you out of here, it was him. Because of that, there was no way you could let him be locked up and out of commission for the entire game.

You mustered up all the courage you could, releasing it out of your body with a single sentence.

“I’ll do it.”

The group turned to you at your sudden declaration, some with open jaws and others with a grateful look on their face. You shoved your hands in your pockets, giving them a shrug.

“If I drown, you all die too. I’m counting on you.” The sentence turned most of them as stiff as a board, finally realizing the reality of the game. It was a race against time, and what mattered most was how long you could hold out.

Just before you walked over to the container, you turned to Chishiya. You weren’t expecting to find him staring straight at you with an unreadable look on his face. You shot him a lopsided grin, whispering a phrase so small that only he could hear.

“I trust you.”

It was a simple expression, and if you were being honest, it could be seen as an empty encouragement said for the sole purpose of motivating somebody. You’re not sure how he took it. You said it with all the feelings in your heart, but there was a chance he received it in the opposite way. You could only hope he understood you properly.

With that, you shut the door of the container behind you. It was now locked, and the voice on your device initiated the oncoming events.

“The game will now commence. Begin.”

The first sensation that dawned on you was the coldness of the water splashing down on your form. The second sensory stimuli that your brain processed was how loud it was in your closed container. The sound had no other area to run off to, resulting in the waves bouncing off of the walls directly back into your ears. It was unwelcome and overbearing. Aggressively entering your ears without a second thought—you couldn’t hear yourself think.

You could only hope they moved faster than the water, which by now had made it’s way past your ankles.

Chishiya was lucky enough to be the first player to receive their image. He was quick to start, not wanting to waste any of his time when there was a possibility he would have to pick up the slack of the other players.

The image was a simple picture of a dolphin, and it didn’t take a genius to understand what had to be done. If he wanted to enter the combination correctly, he had to find the numbers, and it seemed that the first number was by the dolphins.

As briskly walked over to the area they would be in, the other players hesitantly followed him. The trick was finding the correct number, there were multiple possibilities. Was it the number of dolphins? Or was the number hidden around the area?

He arrived to the big pool of water, quickly analyzing the perimeter. As far as he could see, there wasn’t a sign of any number on the walls. He pursed his lips and walked towards the dolphins. It was hard to see with the ripples of the pool and the unnecessarily bright lighting, but at the bottom of the pool was a number painted onto the ground.

With a closer look, Chishiya managed to make out the number.

3.

He rushed back to the container and immediately punched the number into the keypad, relief crossing his features as it lit up in a neon green. The players behind him spent a moment cheering at his success.

From the inside, you let out a sigh that contained all of the worries in your chest. He understood what he had to do and it showed by how quickly he solved the first number. You saw his lips move as he spoke to the players behind him, and before you knew it, they ran off.

The rushing water emitted too much sound for you to be able to tell what they were saying. Not to say that you would be able to understand without it, the thickness of the container was a feat in itself.

Over the course of the next three numbers, the water was now up to the top of your ribs. Your hair was sopping wet and you were shivering; the frigid temperature of the liquid was nothing to sneeze at. Each time Chishiya came rushing back with the other players, he always shot a look up to you.

You weren’t sure what he was doing in those moments. Whether it be making sure you were okay or making sure you weren’t screwing things up for him, you didn’t care. The moments his eyes met with yours gave your chest a little bit of warmth compared to the iciness of the rest of your body.

They had successfully gone through four of the five players and were currently discussing the final location in front of you. It seemed as if the image was displayed on the teenager girl’s device, and Chishiya was taking the position of leader amongst the group.

It was surprising seeing him in such a role—you knew that he normally liked to things alone. Clubs games were always his least favorite, he was most likely cooperating with his fellow players because he would die if he didn’t.

Before he ran off, the blonde derived from his typical glance to one full of meaning. The emotion behind his gaze was something you hadn’t seen before from him. Before you had time to process what was happening, he had ran off with the others.

As the water continued to rise, the only thing keeping you sane was the small remaining comfort of his gaze. It was slowly fizzling out like a candle at it’s wick’s end, the light getting dimmer and dimmer until there was nothing left. The metaphorical light was little to nothing at this point, and you weren’t quite sure how much longer your hope could hold out.

By the time the group dashed back over to the container, there was only a few inches between your mouth and the top of the container. You were fighting against the water for air, and you were fully aware that there was only a minute or two left until you were fully submerged.

An immediate feeling of relief washed over you when the keypad flashed green, and the emotion was reciprocated by the rest of the group as well. It didn’t last long.

The group stood in silence as water continued to pour down into the container, your breathing space getting smaller and smaller. They were dumbfounded, unsure of what they did wrong. Each number lit up green, they had done everything correctly and followed the rules… why wasn’t it working?

You were confused and desperate as well. You had no longer than ten seconds until you had to survive off of the leftover oxygen in your lungs. What went wrong? You thought back to the rules, playing them over and over in your head.

One player must be locked in the container—check.

You tilted your head farther back, taking in a deep breath as the water completely submerged you.

Each player will receive a picture on their device one at a time. They must use this picture to figure out the accompanied code to the keypad—check.

When all numbers are found…

Your thought process trailed off and you contemplated the phrasing of the rules. And then it clicked.

Each player will receive a picture on their device. One at a time.

You opened your eyes, ignoring the foreign feeling of icy cold water making contact with your optics. You looked down at your device, almost letting out a gasp at the image on your phone. As quickly as you could (which wasn’t incredibly fast, given your slow underwater movements), you pressed your device up against the glass, praying that they could figure it out in time.

Through your blurry vision you watched as a head of blonde hair sped away.

Chishiya was frantic.

The average human could hold their breath for around thirty to ninety seconds, but you were more than an average human. You had determination and you cared for other people. Not only was your own life resting on your shoulders, the lives of five others were as well.

Critical brain damage commonly occurred after four minutes without oxygen. There was no way of telling how long it would take your brain to force you to pass out; it was different for everybody. This is why he had to move fast.

You could still survive with brain damage, but you would never be the same. The other would get out without a scratch. They secured that fate the moment they chickened out of volunteering. But you were different, you willingly entered that container knowing the dangers, and you left Chishiya with a sentence that had been resting on his mind for the entirety of the game.

I trust you.

“Shit! She’s out of air!”

He recognized the distinct voice of the loud man in the group; his outspoken ways were hard to miss. The least of his concerns were who had said it though, he needed to get this number to save both his life and yours.

Your lungs felt as if they were shriveling up and burning to ashes. When you were a child you’d have silly contests of who could hold their breath the longest with your friends, but the moment you felt uncomfortable you could pull out of the contest. You were always the determined one and reigned victorious most times, but it was nothing like this.

The oxygen in your lungs was gone. And it was painful. You squeezed your eyes shut as you attempted to hold on—the thought of water flooding through your respiratory system was much more unappealing than the thought of passing out.

You had initially volunteered not to be the hero and gain admiration from the group, but to make sure Chishiya wasn’t the one who was going to be trapped in this container. Even in the event of death, a laser to the brain seemed so quick and painless compared to the cruel fate of drowning.

You felt your mind get heavy. You were losing all cognitive function. You knew that your time being conscious was quickly coming to an end and death was nearing you faster than you had hoped, so in these last moments, you thought of the first thing that came to mind.

The feelings that had somehow blossomed for Chishiya. You had never expected to get something so beautiful out of a world like this. Something that gave you butterflies and made you feel like a giddy teenager once again. It was… comforting.

You let the darkness take over your mind.

It felt cold—it felt like nothing at all.

That was until the feeling of fresh oxygen entered your lungs, your eyes opening slowly as water trickled down your chin. Your senses came back to you. Your hands, your legs, your torso and your neck, and… something on your lips…

Huh?

You blinked rapidly, clearing your vision and finding yourself being met with Chishiya, lips against yours as he tried his hardest to bring you back to consciousness. His lips were warm, unlike yours which had been submerged in ice cold water.

An uncomfortable feeling came across your chest and you felt water rise up your airway, coughing out excess water as Chishiya lifted himself up. He looked at you blankly, giving you a nod as your E/C eyes met his.

“Game Cleared. Congratulations.”

The voice from your device rang out and the tension from the group immediately diminished. You were alive and okay, and that meant that they were going to live too. They didn’t overstay their welcome in the area, quickly leaving to go relax as they enjoyed the extra days added to their visa.

As much as you wanted to get up and go back to the beach so you could get a fresh change of clothing, it proved to be difficult. Your body was weak and so was your mind. You had almost died, after all. You needed a moment to gather yourself. Chishiya stayed by your side, staring out at the large amount of tanks surrounding the two of you.

You were surrounded by silence, the both of you finding comfort in each others presence. It was a close call for both of you, and you could only imagine he was somewhat happy that he got to live on for a few more days. You knew you were.

“Y/N,” Chishiya called out, not moving his gaze. You perked up at his voice, about to give him some type of response to let him know you had heard him, but you were quickly cut off by a straightforward sentence.

“I like you a lot.”

You froze. Were you hallucinating? Had the near death experience given you brain damage, or did Chishiya just confess to you? You felt your face heat up, fighting the urge to squeal in joy. But you had to play it cool, you didn’t want to come off as overbearing.

You sat up, scooting closer to him. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind, you whispered a simple, ‘I like you too,’ into his ear. He stuck his hands inside of his pockets, his lips twitching into a smirk.

If you had known a near death experience would lead to a confession from the man of your dreams, you would’ve done it sooner.

Jealous Mess

{ Alice in Borderland Master List }

Summary: You and Chishiya are dating and most of the people at The Beach know about it. The people who don’t, are the new comers. One new comer in particular, doesn’t seem to get the hint that your taken. Since your so blind to the new guys advances, you just think he’s being friendly and you become friends with him. Chishiya on the other hand, looks at this situation as one that could take you away from him.

Warnings: established relationships!au, emotional Smut, vaginal sex, nipple play, unwanted flirting, reader is too nice for her own good, past neglectful parents, insecurities, jealousy, and Spoilers For The Manga. 

Inspired By: THIS POST of mine.

Rating: 18+

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Chishiya can’t believe what he’s witnessing right now.

He’s sitting at a table, hands flat on top of it, and staring at you wide eyed.

Your across the table from him, but not facing him. You’re laughing up a storm, and lean forward inch by inch each time the new comer in front of you says something remotely funny.

Aguni recently brought back a few new people from a game they last went to. He said they had potential on being a good group of militants. Chishiya thought, on the other hand, that they were all just extra dumb asses that didn’t need to be at The Beach.

One new comer in particular, he disliked more then all of them. This guy, out of all the new comers, was the only one not getting the hint.

That hint being… you were taken.

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⊱  as the world caves in ; hayakawa aki x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, explicit, smut, angst, mentions of violence and blood, vaginal fingering, creampie, petnames (sweetheart, my love)

summary: an encounter with a devil gone wrong wc: 3.7k

a/n: thank you @rindoom for being my beta <3

18 + // MINORS DN

“Hey! We gotta run!” 

What? The ringing in your ears and the thump of your heart muffled the noises around you. You stared at Aki’s lips moving but nothing registered.

“We have to move!” The force of your body being dragged back and forth in his tight grip should have brought you back from the daze. It should have. But instead you just stared at his lips moving — plush lips, lips you stared at so often, now cracked, dry, and speckled with blood. “Are you listening to me? Can you hear me?” 

You had stared at them so often — at him. You would follow him anywhere, everyone knew it. Follow him all the way to hell if you could and do it with a huge smile on your face.

Your heart thudded faster and skipped a beat. Palpitations — usually something that would flood you with fear, now brought you back from the terror you had been lost in.

“Please! We need to run!” 

Aki pulled you to your feet and grabbed your hand tightly. Don’t fucking let go. He intended to yell it at you, intended to make sure you knew. But as soon as his eyes met yours, he knew not to waste the time to speak, not a single second. You needed to run. Now.

You could barely process what had happened — it had all moved too fast. Too fast like the buildings on either side of you as Aki all but dragged you down the street at top speed. Too fast like the beat of your heart, like the breaths you were desperately trying to calm. 

Shooting pain radiated through your body as the blurring scenery fell down around you. No, no that wasn’t right — it was you that had fallen. You had tripped, broken up asphalt strewn everywhere, your body had slammed into the ground before you could even register it. Before you could even tell it was you, not the buildings, you. 

Your body was jerked up off the fractured ground, sending more pain everywhere, every inch of your body on fire. What had happened? Fuck, you couldn’t think.

“Need to move. Now.” Aki’s words were more for himself than you — you were clearly gone, mind hazy from the impact, from the blood loss, from the pain. 

His hand gripped yours again. “Can you run? We need to run.” You nodded. Could you run? The pain radiating through you said no, but the desperate look in Aki’s eyes said you just had no choice. This was it. You had to run.

Another tight squeeze of your hand and you were off again — hurtling down roads you couldn’t quite process, through parts of the city you were sure you knew, but at that speed, in that pain, you just couldn’t remember. His hand. His hand on yours. The only thing pushing you forward through the maze of shaking buildings and cracked streets. Through the rubble and debris that somehow kept appearing in your way, tripping the two of you up.

Aki didn’t look back until the rumbling subsided, until the chunks of debris that had tripped you over and over seemed to be missing. 

“You ok?” His hands held your face. You had stopped running, crouching behind a building off the main road. It was deserted, if you could have heard over the ringing in your ears and the thump of your heart, you would have heard nothing. Well, nothing aside from Aki’s heavy breaths, the crashes and screams that could have been mistaken as a tv left on too loud, save for the occasional rumble of street beneath you. “Hey, you ok? Please tell me you’re ok.” Aki shook your face gently, trying to get any response from you. Shock. He thought. You were in shock. 

“I-I’m ok.” Your throbbing body, the breath you were desperately trying to catch, you were not ok but you were alive.

“Ok, ok good.” He sighed briefly — relief washed over him. You were ok. He stared at you a bit longer, held your face in his hands. Just like he had always wanted to. Just like he had always dreamed of. He dragged a thumb across your lip. You’re ok. A loud yell startled the two of you, breaking the comfort of being lost in the warmth of his hands on you.

“They’re coming closer. We need to hide.” He was exhausted – you both were exhausted. Hiding had become your only option. His body ached too much, his lungs burned too much. He just couldn’t push forward anymore. Neither could you, though. Not when every single fiber of your being burned, not when every breath sent a shooting pain through you. You were both broken and failing. All that was left was to hide.

An unlocked door, creaky stairs, flickering fluorescent lights, and cracked tiles led you to a small room. Too small in fact. Perhaps it had served as a broom closet before its current use as a hiding spot for two trembling and broken devil hunters.

“Think we’re safe?” Your voice was barely audible to your own ears and you wondered if it was the throbbing in your head muffling the sound or if you had whispered the words unintentionally.

“Yeah… yeah I think we are for now.” Aki cupped your cheek. “How do you feel?”

“Honestly? like I’m dying.” The pain had only gotten worse when the quasi-safety of the room had calmed both of your breathing. The shock finally wearing off.

“Me too, but we are ok for now though.” He absentmindedly ran his thumb up and down your skin. 

“For now.” You sighed, leaning into his hand. His warmth radiating through you. You focused on the feeling, it helped dull the pain. “That was a close one.”

“Glad I got you out though.” He wasn’t sure exactly what he would have done if he hadn’t reached you in time. If he had let something happen to you. He thanked his lucky stars that his only worry at the moment was how bad your injuries were and not how he would get your body back home. He let his forehead fall to yours as images of you dead ran through his mind. No. No he had saved you. You were here with him. Your body so close to his he could almost feel your heart. Your face so close to his he could feel you breaths, slowly becoming steadier, wash over his face. 

“Aki…”

“Hmm?” You had pulled him from his thoughts. He was grateful that you had because the tears that had been welling up were threatening to fall. 

“Thank you.” You placed your hand gently on top of his. “I would be dead if it wasn’t for you.”

He didn’t reply, just closed his eyes and nodded. Dead. You would have died. He would have never been able to do this if you had -- to be this close to you. His heart raced again, like it had when he had seen you crumpled up in debris after being thrown to the ground by a devil. He should have never let you come. He should have told you to sit today out. 

“Do you think…” you stumbled for words. Ever since you had joined division four you had fought off feelings you were sure you shouldn’t have. Feelings that certainly would interfere with your work — that were interfering with your work. Feelings that now you just couldn’t hold back. Not when you had almost died. Not when the man you had not been able to get out of your mind had saved you. Not when his hand was on your face, body almost pressed against yours. And certainly not when the clamoring outside made it seem like at any moment your hiding spot would be found out. 

“Do I think what?” 

“Do you think…” Your heart was in your throat, your eyesight started to blur. Blur, why was it blurring? The proximity of Aki to you? The feeling of his fingers on your face? Or perhaps something different? You tried to focus on the words you were trying so hard to force out. Do you think I could kiss you. You repeated it over and over in your head but the blur in your vision only got worse. Made you feel woozy. Kiss you. Please. Your body felt weak – not weak like it had when you had shoved yourselves in the cramped little room, weak like you couldn’t stop your shaking legs from giving out. Weak like your whole body threatened to crumple into a heap.

“Hey, hey!” Aki was quick to grab your shoulders as your body fell on him. He slid down onto the floor with you in his arms. “Please tell me you’re awake. Please…” he felt desperate. He was desperate. You had to be ok. You had no choice.

You mumbled something as your vision came back to you, as you found yourself resting on the chest of the man who had dragged you into the small little room you were crammed into, as the light above flickered endlessly. He pressed a short kiss to your forehead. “You have to make it ok? I can’t live without you.” He pressed his face into your head, breathing in deep. Terrified that perhaps this time would be like all the others – only somehow worse. That he had saved you, pulled you from certain death, only to lose you in the safety of the little closet that just wasn't quite big enough for the two of you. “It’s enough ok? You can’t die. I’ve lost enough.” 

The amount of effort you used to lift your head felt unparalleled, as if it was the hardest feat you would ever have to accomplish. Lifting your head, trying desperately to stay there, stay with him. You were met with tears falling down his cheeks – Aki was crying. Stifling every single noise, holding back the sobs he was sure would come if he just let go for a second.

“Do you think we could kiss?” You finally got the words out. Your head was woozy, your eyes blurring, words certainly slurred – but you had said them. You had finally asked what you had been dying to ask since the moment you had met him. 

“W-what?” He stared at you for a brief moment before he could hold back no longer. He sobbed. Tears ran down his face as his body heaved. You were ok. You were ok and you were asking the most ridiculous question you could have ever asked. The last thing he had expected to come from you. The last thing he had expected to come from you as you lay half unconscious in his arms.

“T-that a no?” You tried to smile. You were sure it was crooked, sure that even in the flickering light of that room your smile looked forced. It was forced. The pain, the nausea, the damn flickering lights, how could you smile? You placed a shaking hand onto his face and wiped away a tear. “Sorry I jus-”

Your words stopped by Aki’s lips pressed hard against yours. Dry, rough, and cracked, but somehow nothing had ever felt better. He tried to pull away, but the moment his body shifted you placed a shaking hand on the back of his neck. Slid it up through his messy hair – half fallen out of his ponytail. It was as soft as you had imagined it to be, even knotted and certainly covered with dried blood. The taste of his tears overwhelmed you as he deepened the kiss, as he pressed his lips harder into yours, as he slid his tongue into your mouth. The kiss was only broken by the falling of an item somewhere out in the building. A small reminder that you were indeed not safe, not here. This room could quickly become your tomb if the two of you lost focus. 

“Are we going to be ok?” You weren’t sure and honestly neither was he. Perhaps you two had found this hiding spot and it would save you. Perhaps it was only a temporary reprieve and soon enough the devils you had been running from would be quick on your heels, desperately trying to claw down the door. Desperately trying to finish what they had started.

“Maybe.” Aki knew that was a lie. They would find you there, of course they would. Your scent wasn’t hard to find, especially now. There was no use telling you though, you had known. There was also no use in trying to move forward. Neither of you could run – the settling down of your heart beats, the adrenaline leaving your bodies – you were both in pain. Running any more than you had already was seemingly out of the question. You’d have to hope that someone else was going to take care of the devils, that someone else was out there having more success than the two of you had found.

He pulled you into another kiss before any more words could be said. Before the thought that the two of you might not make it out of there alive was put into words. You were quickly straddling him, the radiating pain in every extremity being dulled by the ache of need. The ache of finally having the man you had desired for so long pressed against you. You tangled your fingers with his hair and pulled gently. Something you had dreamed of. The gasp he let out was everything you had thought it would be – no, it was far better. Aki untucked your shirt and pressed his hands against the soft skin of your back. His lips stopped as he took in the warmth, as he let himself melt into the feeling of you. Soft skin, soft lips, soft breaths. Soft whines of 'Please Aki?' 

Your whine of his name was everything he had dreamed himself – your soft desperate plea for him.

He dragged his lips down your jaw to your ear. “I… I love you.” He said it. He had finally said the words he had been dying to say. The warmth of his hot breath, of the weight of his words, sent a shiver through you. Sent waves of life through you.

“I love you, Aki.” The pain was seemingly gone – replaced with a burning need to be as close to him as possible, to be his.

Another crash outside startled the two of you from the moment you were allowing yourselves to be trapped in. You jumped and gripped him hard. They were closer weren’t they? They were coming closer every moment. And yet all you and Aki could do was pull closer together, was slowly push your hands under each other's clothes. 

“If I die here with you, I’m happy.” A crash, somehow closer, pushed his hand into your pants. You gasped. His words. His hand. You would die happy too.

Aki slid a finger up and down your slick folds as his lips found your pulse. He kept them there, feeling your heart beat against them as he pressed a finger, then two, into your soaked cunt. “S’wet, my love. I had no idea.” His mind swam, he had waited too long. Too fucking long. And now his fingers were buried in your cunt, curling into your sweet spot, pulling the most beautiful whines he thought he had ever heard. 

“A-aki. Feels so good.” You would have been kicking yourself for waiting this long if it weren’t for the way his mouth was sucking on your throat and the way the heel of his palm pressed into your throbbing clit and he pushed his fingers in and out of you. 

“Sound so pretty, sweetheart. Sound so fuckin pretty.” Every push of his fingers had a new moan leaving you that somehow seemed prettier than the last. “Baby… baby I-“ you cut him off though, finding his lips pressing roughly into them. His hand stopped, losing his ability to do anything other than fall into the sweet taste of you. Your soft lip, your warm tongue, your racing heart beat. No longer racing from fear, but racing for him. Racing from this — his body against yours, fingers inside you, racing all because of him. He should never have waited this long. The nights you could have had. His time was so limited, but he could have fucking spent every moment with you. Now though, now if the two of you somehow made it home safe, he would never let you go. He was sure if it. Not when you felt and tasted and sounded this good. This delicious.

“Take me Aki, please?” You had barely pulled your lips from him, still grazing the chapped and peeling skin. “I…I don’t want to wait anymore.” Not when we could die. The rest of the sentence you couldn’t bare to speak, to put the words out there. To make the situation more real than it already was. He knew though, he knew the rest of that sentence — he completed it in his own mind. 

He nodded and pulled his hand from your pants. He started to stand up, slowly, helping you with him. When he was sure you were steady, he leaned into another kiss as he undid his pants and pulled his cock out. Thick, hard, and dripping with precum. You wrapped your hand around it, ran your thumb against the tip and spread the it -- he whimpered at the touch. Everything he had wanted. Well, soon to be everything. 

He helped slid your pants down, just enough, just in case you needed to leave in a rush. “Gonna lift ya, ok?” His voice wavered, from anxiety or fear or pure need you weren’t sure, but you leaned into him as he slid his arms under your legs and lifted you. He moved closer, pressing you hard between his body and the wall you had been resting against. Your legs almost touching the opposite wall — the room almost too small for this, too small for anything other than a couple crammed into a corner waiting for death to come and take them.  

You wrapped your arms around Aki’s neck as he slid his cock against your dripping folds. Groaning softly as he did, his eyes screwed shut already. 

More noises down the hall and his eyes were open. Beautiful and blue and looking directly into yours. Asking without the words leaving him. You pressed your lips into his in reply. You needed him.

He pressed into you agonizingly slow. His cock stretching you centimeter by centimeter. Even with the fear of being found, of losing everything, he didn’t want to rush this. Not this. Not the first time he pushed into your cunt, not the first time he could be one with you. He couldn’t rush what he had dreamed about for so long. 

The burning stretch of his cock had you pressing your head back against the wall. Had your tangling your fingers in his hair and gripping tighter than you had expected. Everything. It was everything you had ever wanted. When his hips finally met yours you both let out a sigh. Finally.

“Y-you ok, my love?” He could barely get the words out. But you couldn’t even respond. You pressed your hips against his and nodded. More. You had wanted to say more, but the pain and pleasure was overwhelming. 

His lips met yours as he dragged his cock in and out of you slowly. His mouth muffled the moans that you couldn’t hold back. His pace was slow as he moved. Savoring every single second of this — of being buried deep inside you. You pulled your mouth from his with a gasp. Aki had shifted your body, and from the movement of your broken body and his cock hitting that much deeper, had you seeing stars.

“A-aki!” You tried to not moan his name as loud as you did, but the force of his cock kissing your cervix threw you over the edge. He picked up speed in response, dying to hear his name fall from your lips more, louder, and lewder. You, of course, couldn't hold back. 

“Love you s‘much.” He stuttered the words as he slammed himself in and out of you, as his cock bullied itself harder and harder against your cervix. “Love you more than anything.”

He pressed his lips to yours, then moved down your jaw, wet hot open mouthed kisses, leaving a trail of saliva down your neck and back up. “We… We make it out of this…”

“All yours Aki” the words a breathy moan. “Yours.”

Mine. The thought was too much, the feeling of your soaked cunt gripping him tight was too much. The way I love you Aki fell from your lips over and over was certainly too much. 

He tried to keep his eyes open, desperately. He wanted to see your face as he made his way to your clit, puffy and throbbing, begging for attention. He rubbed gentle circles into you, that soon became faster and faster as he chased his own high.

Your words faltered and were replaced by whines and moans as your clit throbbed under his fingers and your body shook in his arms, as your orgasm hit hard. 

“Fuck, sweetheart. S’beautiful. Love you s’much” 

He followed you quickly. Thrusting hard into you. Your pussy gripping his cock tight, begging for him to give in. And give in he did. His head tipped into yours, his eyes screwed shut and nothing but your name fell from his lips over and over. 

You two stayed like that — his body deep inside you, holding you up against the wall under the flickering lights in the filthy little broom closet. 

“You… you are so perfect.” 

He could think of nothing else. Nothing except for the moment of the two of you finally giving in. Nothing but your sweet kisses and even sweeter words.

A loud crash outside the door jarred you both from the haze. He dropped your legs, letting you both rush to fix your clothing. The pleasure faded quickly and was replaced with the ache of your body again as more crashing and yelling came from down the hall. Fuck.

“I love you. No matter what happens.” Aki gripped your hand tight. “I’ve always loved you. From the moment we met. Ok?” 

You nodded. You wanted to tell him the same. That he was all you had ever wanted, ever needed. But before you could get the words out the door swung open with a loud crash. 

“HUMANS ARE SUCH COWARDS! THE MIGHTY POWER IS HERE TO SAVE YOU WEAK HUMANS.”

must be losing my mind a. hayakawa

word count — 1k

content — 18+, minors do not interact. nsfw, unestablished dynamic/relationship, f!reader, smut.

warnings — bickering, cursing, bratty!reader/bratty!aki if you squint, boob job, light oral (m. receiving), cum play/cum eating, dirty talk, degradation (only once).

“I didn’t take you to be such a pervert, Hayakawa.”

Aki likes to think he has a good, if not the best, poker face. Which is true most of the time… when the first few buttons of your blouse aren’t undone and he can’t see your cleavage peeking out to taunt him, accompanied by the fragile lace of your bra outlining your supple breasts perfectly.

He feels as though he’s losing his grip on sanity. He can sense his face growing warmer, his pants getting tighter as he tried his best to conceal the obvious bulge in his slacks with sweaty palms. You’re sitting so close to him— the sweet scent of your perfume is all he has to ground himself while he looks around the room, desperate for any sort of distraction. Only for his eyes to fall back to your chest any time he has to look in your direction.

You’re not stupid or as ditsy as he thinks you may be. You noticed his wandering eyes the first time. And every time it’s happened since then. So you bite back a grin, squinting your eyes a bit and clearing your throat to bring his attention to your face, “Do you mind?”

He’s a stuttering mess in the next second, with rosy cheeks and an obvious sheen dewing up his forehead, “I’m sorry— I really didn’t mean to, um— God, I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t take you to be such a pervert, Hayakawa.”

“It’s not like that!” Aki nearly yells.

You hum, observing his (horribly feigned) shocked expression. When you lean in he doesn’t back away. You can hear his breath get caught up in his throat for a moment when you say, “You can touch them if you want. All you have to do is ask, ya know.”

He rolls his eyes, but you see his fingers twitch after the invitation falls from your lips, “Don’t fuck with me.”

“I’m not,” you giggle, “I’d let you do whatever you want to me. You’re cute enough.”

Cute enough. Aki seems to snap after that.

You realize that maybe you fucked up.

Because what started as a few squeezes and rough handfuls of your breasts with his tongue stuffed down your throat, quickly becomes you on your knees, patiently waiting for him to undo his belt and drop his pants. You said you’d let me do whatever I want. The remaining buttons on your blouse popped off a while ago, only for Aki to help you shrug the rest of the material off of your shoulders.

And when his cock is finally free, you’re squirming over the visual of him sitting in front of you alone— leaning back in his seat with his legs spread, stroking his cock leisurely. He notices you shift your weight on your knees and your sudden restlessness. He has the nerve to laugh at you. It’s deep and raspy, nearly causing you to pout.

“Look at you,” he scoffs, “You’re just as perverted as I apparently am.”

You smile up at him in such a mischievous yet genuine way, “Says the one who popped a boner over a pair of tits.”

“Watch it.”

His dick smacks against your chest, and you have to bite back another giggle. Precum paints your skin and you take it as a sign to squish your breasts together, engulfing his shaft between them completely. Oh, fuck. Aki groans before you even guide your chest up and down in one fluid motion. You can feel him chasing after it; his hips bounce up off of the couch for more.

You’re not expecting his large hands to reach down and cover your own, smushing your breasts together even more until the tight heat you’ve created drives him up a wall and his head is forced to roll back.

“Feels s’good,” he breathes, chest rising and falling in time with your bouncing.

It doesn’t take much after that. Poor Aki— so pent up and desperate for any kind of release, so much so that he’s cumming all over your chest in such little time with pitchy moans and groans. It’s messy and sticky, and even then he doesn’t stop. He’s still thrusting upwards into the plushness surrounding his cock that’s nowhere near soft yet. Giving you the perfect opportunity to wrap your lips around the tip and get the taste you’ve been drooling for.

Aki whines, feeling your hot, velvety tongue swirl around his aching head. “God, you’re a slut— I’m gonna— gonna fuckin’ cum again.”

The kicker isn’t the last few thrusts he manages to get in. It’s when you open your mouth wide and give him a perfect look at the first inch or two of his cock on your tongue, awaiting the load he's about to give you to eagerly gulp down. Eyes staring up at him as if this is the only thing you’ve ever wanted, and if Aki didn’t know any better he might accidentally say that he fucking loves you like a loser.

His vision is blurry for a few minutes. He forces himself to regroup, and to finally let up his grip over your hands and tits. The weight of his breaths forces his frame to shake while he comes down from the momentary ecstasy. Once again, you’re left gazing up at him.

“That good, huh?”

He groans. In annoyance.

“Do you ever shut up?”

However he’s still keen on returning the favor no matter how much you get on his nerves. It’s easy to coax you into his lap with his greedy hands and sneak his fingers into your panties, to mouth at your tits despite them being covered in his own cum while you writhe against him and tug at his soft hair. Aki— you sound even better than he imagined you would when you sigh out his name.

Between sloppy kisses, you moan into his mouth. Your thighs tremble around his hand uncontrollably as the rough pads of his fingers teasingly play with your clit. The lewd sounds in the air fuel both of you to keep going, mutually drowning in the willingness to see just how far this little escapade can go.

Unfortunately, neither of you manage to hear Denji busting through the front door.