Pick your poison (BNHA Villains X Reader) COMPLETE

Cramped (Chrono X Reader)

Will get a tad bit suggestive—

You sat by the bathroom counter, watching Chrono get the shower fixed. You just can't understand why Overhaul did not called a repairman instead? Well, considering he is a dangerously unstable individual, it was better to let Chrono fix it.

You sighed, as you inhaled air thickened with bleach. It was unbearable*, overwhelming even. You groaned, as you held your head in your palms.

"Get used to it," Chrono sighed, as he screwed as few screws on the shower.

"I don't get why you guys get your plague masks with air filters while mine doesn't," you complained. "I'm your equal, I should get a mask, too!"

"I don't know, maybe you should ask Overhaul."

"That jerk? Pffft, as if he will care. He usually looks down at me! Have you ever seen how he looks at me down his nose? He sees me as the most inferior member despite being Pops legitimate grandchild!" You exclaimed. He just sighs at your complaint.

You admired the guy's body works, biting your lips under your mask as you stared at his partially concealed body.

Damn, he may be lanky, but he rocks a white tank top. And with the mask off his face, damn...

He looks so fucking handsome, you're practically wet right now.

You're just joking, but oh how you're willing to bone him right now.

It isn't very usual for him to do this, and seeing him like this kind of makes you slightly— just slightly aroused.

"Give me that head, would ya?" He asked, as he tended to his work.

In a moment, you brain stopped functioning. Wait-wait-wait, were you hearing things?

Red in the face, you raised a finger to ask a question, "P-pardon?"

Chrono glanced at you with a raised brow and saw your red face. "What? I just said give me a hea—" he stops mid sentence when he realized what you were thinking. He himself turns red as well. "I-I meant the shower head, you filthy minded fREak!" His vocals cracked at how high the pitch of his voice was, as he was flustered as you were.

"It's not my fault that you meant shower head! For all I know you wanted a head, you sexually frustrated fuck!" You retorted, tossing the shower head, in which hit his forehead. He flinched, rubbing the spot you hit as he glares at you.

"Let's not speak of this," he shyly looks away, as he proceeded to continue his work.

You crossed your arms to your chest, cheeks puffed as you looked away as well. You shortly glanced towards his direction, turning red, before you turned away, cursing at yourself for making yourself blush.

"Don't forget about the mission we're assigned to." Chrono spoke amidst the awkward tension.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. They're just a couple of mafia's. I can handle them. It's not like we'll have a hard time."

Aaaand you just have to jinx it.

"Well, isn't that convenient," you sarcastically remarked, the rope around your wrist tightly tied with Chrono from behind.

They just used the quirk cancelling bullets a try, and isn't the jolly? You HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHEN WILL YOUR QUIRK RETURN.

"Focus at the task at hand, (Insert Alias here),"

"How can you expect me to focus when all I can think about is our impending death? On second thought, dying sounds euphoric, maybe I should focus at the task at hand before dying," you bickered with a snarky remark.

"Oh, both of you shut up!" The gang member guarding you grunted. "You've been endlessly bickering for the past three hours about trivial things!"

"Then don't listen! We're not even bothering you, you slimy fuck!" You retorted. Chrono elbows your back. "Ow! Hey, I didn't do anything!" You whined, as you elbowed him back.

"If you could just shut your mouth for one second then we could've avoided this!" Chrono seethed.

"Oh! Somebody told me that 'We should outsmart them', they say. 'They won't know that we're going to give them a decoy', they say. 'I'll react fast if something goes wrong', they say. 'This plan is perfect', THEY SAY!" you argued, raising your voice and trying to imitate Chrono's voice.

"So YOU'RE blaming me for coming up with a plan?! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S ALWAYS DISTRACTED!"

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT YOU LOOKED HOT IN A TANK TOP AND WHEN YOU SUDDENLY ASKED ME TO GIVE YOU A HEAD WHEN YOU MEANT TO SAY A SHOWER HEAD!"

"BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UO BEFORE I DECIDE TO PLUNGE YOU TO THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN!" The gang member yelled.

"LEAVE YOURSELF OUT OF THIS, FATASS! WE DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU!" you yelled.

The universe seems to despise you today that they wanted you to suffer all kinds of inconvenienced in one day.

And so, you were both knocked out and placed in a chest.

You really just have to jinx it, didn't you?

As soon as you woke up, you were no longer tied. Hurray. Yay. You're extremely happy, yeah seriously so happy right now.

You were facing against Chrono, but you didn't mind. What's bothering you is your impending thoughts about being boned in the cramped ass chest.

Oh wait... You do mind.

Without even speaking a word, Chrono can sense your internal thoughts. The disdain on your face was radiating pure agony.

The cramp space barely had any space as it was occupied by you and Chrono. You can barely move 

"You just have to jinx every bad luck in your life, don't you?" His voice sounded a tad bit different. Looking up, you can see him red despite the darkness.

"Oh shut up." You begrudgingly responded. "Where are we anyway?" You asked, trying to activate your quirk. Still no luck.

"How am I supposed to know?" Your eyes widened when you feel something poke you.

"Inform me, it's that your gun in your pocket poking me—" you stopped mid sentence, when you remembered his gun being confiscated earlier. You gulped, averting your gaze from Chrono. "What the fuck, Hari..." You lowly whispered in a high pitched tone, as your face burned.

"I-it's not my fault that you're hot and your pressing against me!" He retorted.

You sighed, brushing aside your embarrassment and awkwardly cupped his face. You can barely even move. And without warning, you kissed with.

No questions.

Chrono was shocked at first, but soon melted into your kiss, trying to gain the dominance.

Admit it, Chrono looks hot when he's top, but he also looks hot as bottom.

Your tongue swiped across his lips, in which he stubbornly keep his lips sealed. Smirking slyly, you grind your waist against his raging boner. And when he gasped, you immediately slipped your tongue in his mouth.

Both parties' hands roamed around each others bodies despite the cramped space, softly moaning and groaning.

Soon, his lips disconnected from yours, a thin string of saliva between your tongues was visible. His lips trailed to your jawline, then to your neck, as he unfastened the first three buttons of your shirt and pulled it down to attack your shoulders and chest.

You moaned, as he teased your neck with soft bites, your fingers finding its way to his hair. Soon, he got rough and went overboard to mark your neck, shoulders, and your chest. And you didn't mind.

His tongue trailed up to your lips, connecting your lips again, as he stroked your back with his slender fingers.

This seems to be the best worst day of your life!