I posted Part 9 of Innocent Hearts, but something weird happened. When I published it and then checked, it turned out completely blank. I’m not sure what went wrong, but I’ll fix it and re-upload soon. Thank you!! (╥﹏╥)
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I made this fanfic out of my favourite song lyrics
‧˚✧[hurt me and tell me you're mine I don't know why but I like it Scary? My God, you're divine Gimme them, gimme them dope and diamonds]✧˚‧
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The party was too loud, the lights too bright but Ishan sparkled brighter.
Sited on a couch, sipping something pink and dangerous, he looked like trouble wrapped in glitter.
Shubman watched from across the room, hands in pockets, jaw tight.
Ishan caught the stare.
Of course, he did.
He always did.
"You're staring again, Professor," Ishan said, walking over, swaying like sin itself.
"You're drunk again," Shubman said, voice cold enough to slice through smoke.
"Still didn't stop you from looking," Ishan whispered, standing way too close.
His perfume was chaos and candy.
Shubman didn’t move. "Why do you always do this?"
Ishan tilted his head. "Because you always let me."
They stood in silence eyes locked, hearts screaming different languages.
“You ruin me,” Shubman finally muttered.
“I know,”
Ishan smiled. “But you still come back.”
Ishan leaned in, lips brushing Shubman’s jaw.
“Hurt me... and tell me you’re mine.”
Shubman’s fingers curled into fists. “You’re playing with fire.”
“Maybe I want to burn.”
Shubman grabbed his wrist, yanked him into the dark hallway, slammed him against the wall.
Ishan gasped but didn’t stop smiling.
“You like this, don’t you?” Shubman’s voice was low, dangerous.
“I don’t know why,” Ishan breathed. “But I like it.”
Their mouths crashed together.. too rough to be sweet, too desperate to be casual.
Shubman pulled away first, eyes wild. “You drive me insane.”
Ishan licked his bottom lip, blood on his mouth and madness in his eyes. “Scary?” he teased. “My God, you’re divine.”
Day passes...
They weren't together, but no one else dared touch Ishan.
Not after what Shubman did to the last guy who tried.
“You don’t own me,” Ishan had said that night, wearing a diamond choker and defiance.
“I do,” Shubman replied, voice steady. “You just don’t admit it.”
“You’re addicted,” Ishan taunted, curling into Shubman’s lap.
“So are you.”
And it was true this wasn’t love.
It was hunger. Possession. Pleasure wrapped in silk and scars.
“Gimme them,”
Ishan whispered, fingers tracing Shubman’s collarbone, “gimme them dope and diamonds.”
Shubman kissed him like a curse, leaving bruises that said mine.
And Ishan? He wore them like jewels.
Later at night
Ishan lit a cigarette with Shubman’s lighter.
Not because he smoked.
But because he knew Shubman hated it.
He sat on the window ledge, legs swinging, dressed in one of Shubman’s black shirts buttons open just enough to tempt, never enough to give.
"You planning to drive me mad today or is that just a side effect of existing?" Shubman asked from across the room, arms crossed, watching him like he was trying not to walk over and ruin him.
Ishan took a drag, slow, dramatic. “Side effect. Full-time hobby. You know the drill.”
Shubman stepped closer. “You’ll get hurt playing these games.”
“I want to get hurt,” Ishan smirked, tilting his head.
“Come on, professor. Make it hurt good.”
Shubman grabbed his wrist, yanked the cigarette out of his hand, and crushed it underfoot.
"You're not doing this today."
“Too late,” Ishan whispered, reaching up to trace his jaw.
“Already started. You came when I called, didn’t you?”
“I always come when it’s you,”
Shubman said through clenched teeth, "even when I know I shouldn't."
Ishan leaned in, lips brushing his. “That’s the problem with you. You want to save me... while I just wanna burn.”
And Shubman kissed him like punishment.
Teeth. Tongue. Tension.
Like he was trying to break him. Or himself. Or both.
Later, lying tangled in silk sheets, Ishan turned to him, half-lidded eyes gleaming under moonlight.
“You think this is love?” he asked.
“No,” Shubman replied, voice hoarse.
“It’s something worse.”
“Good. Love’s boring.”
And Shubman just stared, thinking
God, you're poison. But you're the only kind I crave.
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Just a small fanfic of my favourite song lyrics :-)
Thank you so much for reading this oneshot! Your support means the world to me.
I hope you enjoyed it, and I'd love to hear your thoughts!
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