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kiame-sama · 2 years

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Close to Godliness- pt 2. (Yandere!Overhaul x Chubby!Reader)

Warnings; yandere, NSFW, Non-con, chubby reader, bondage, overstimulation, oral, depraved Overhaul (more so than usual), possessive behavior, possessive words, cleanliness kink (I guess?), breeding kink, delusional thinking, slight dacaryphilia,

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You watched the golden eyed man from where you curled up on your bed, the cot creaking beneath you as old springs hissed from use. He looked like a very large crow and his intelligent gaze only seemed to emphasize that fact, feathered jacket adding to the bird-like illusion. The way you both regarded one another reminded you vaguely of a stand off between rivals, except for the fact that you were doing your best to keep as much distance as possible.

"Well," he sighed, loosening his tie and picking up the tray of food, "I guess it can't he helped then."

You began to ask what he was talking about before the door swung open and the one man in a white coat approached you. All you could do was give a somewhat decent struggle before the lightest of cuts caught your forearm, finding your entire world slowing as he used his quirk on you. The man was the one to pick you up, carrying you even as your body refused to move more than a few millimeters at an extremely slow pace.

Even when you were placed on what seemed to be an examination table you could barely move or even turn your head. You were fully conscious despite your inability to move with any speed. The faint sound of footsteps sounded from where the man carrying you had been before the door opened and closed with an apparent click. For a moment you thought you had been left alone before those golden eyes came back into view above you.

Overhaul no longer had the tray in his hands and he seemed to be studying your immobile form laying on the examination table. The table you were on slowly began to lower before stopping abruptly and a sinking feeling settled in your stomach.

"Chrono's Quirk last for quite a while and seems to have a normal effect on you, so it should continue to last long enough for me to do a few... Experiments..."

The faint sound of a zipper met your ears and you worried the plague-masked villain intended to use some kind of torture device on you. Instead, he placed his gloved hands beneath your shoulders and moved you up the table so your head tilted back and hung limply from the edge. It was then you were able to see the source of the zipping sound had been Overhaul's pants.

Your heart hammered in your chest as he reached his gloved hands down, tugging the fabric to hang low on his hips. It was easy to see the way his half-hard length tented his boxers as he hastily fished himself out, giving you an extremely close look. He held his cock level with one hand as the other gently held your chin so your mouth was wide open.

Even as you tried to struggle, your body did little more than slowly writhe on the table. Overhaul made no comment on your continued wiggles as he slid his hot cock into your open mouth, shuddering as if he had not been prepared for the sensation. You gagged as he began to thrust his hips, hands coming up to smother your breasts and play with the cloth-covered flesh.

"You know, I have had little to no interest in sexual pleasure. It wasn't until I met you that the idea appealed to me. I had always found it to be a filthy act and so, saw it as unappealing. Then you showed up," he moaned as he continued thrusting into your mouth with increasing fervor, "your beautiful clean quirk making you a perfect plaything to experiment on. To try out everything I have supposedly been missing."

He was thrusting hard and fast into your mouth, making you have to time when you took in a breath so you could at least somewhat stop yourself from suffocating on his thick cock. Due to being upside down and so close to him, you could feel his plush balls against your forehead, nose pressed into the warm skin. The slight tang of salt on your tongue gave indication that his cock was fully erect and leaking precum into your mouth.

"Hell," he hissed and snapped his hips faster, "your warm throat feels so good..!"

Your whine was muffled by the long length wildly thrusting into your mouth, the panting from Overhaul sounding completely feral to your ears. Part of you wondered just how far the villain would go, but you had not forgotten his earlier words that commented on his underling's quirk. If his comment was anything to go off of, he planned to do quite a lot to you beyond just using your mouth to get off.

"Be good and swallow it all."

He moaned out the words as if the thought alone was enough to send pleasure straight to his brain. You couldn't stop the way you gagged as Overhaul thrust his length as far into your mouth as he could get it. The first spurt of cum made you almost choke and you had no choice but to do as he demanded or risk complete suffocation. As fun as drowning from cum was, your eyes filled with tears before he finally pulled away, letting you cough and clear your lungs.

"Good girl, fuck... You are so good for me. Warm and clean..."

His golden eyes seemed unfocused as he stared at your figure, grabbing a razor sharp scalpel to cut your clothes off of you. As your soft breasts were exposed to the cold air of the room, his eyes fixed on the slight bounce. He stared only for a moment longer before he moved to your pants, removing the rest of your clothes with ease.

You felt him grip your hips as he pulled you down the table so your hips were at the edge and your legs hung limply off of the metal surface. Your eyes were the only thing you could really move with any level of speed and you stared down your front, feeling his hands on your thighs. He played with the plush flesh before placing your legs in stirrups that held your knees, keeping you spread open for him to stare.

The way he remained fixated on your exposed pussy made you want to squirm or close your legs so he would stop. Those golden eyes flicked up for a moment before he reached up to his mask, removing the straps that held it in place. He was actually fairly handsome beneath the mask, but you found it hard to feel much more than fear for the villain who helped himself to your limp body.

"Such a fascinating little thing... But," he sighed taking a step back and picking up a small bowl, "I shouldn't forget why I have you here right now."

You were surprised as he poured the contents of the bowl into his mouth, his hand sliding beneath your head to pull you up into his arms. He pressed his lips hungrily to your own, sliding his tongue into your mouth and letting you taste the sweetness on his tongue. Some part of you realized it was likely the sugar from your 'meal' and he was using his mouth to transfer the sugar instead of just pouring it down your throat and potentially choking you.

His lips were soft and though he seemed inexperienced at first, the kiss grew in intensity as you felt the congealed sugar lazily slide down your throat. The way his tongue dominated your own and claimed your mouth made you whine loudly, the sound muffled by his intense actions. Even as he gripped tightly to your body you could feel the warmth coming from him and could feel the near desperate movements. When he finally broke the kiss, you were panting heavily and warmth radiated from your exposed core.

"If you won't eat, I will just force it down your throat. So, next meal I give you, you had better eat all of it. But," he gently caressed your cheek, "I will make arrangements for your meals to be more... substantial."

He took a cube of fat from the bowl and put a light amount of salt on it, hesitating for a moment before popping the cube in his mouth and once again locking his lips with your own. Despite your want to escape the insane germaphobic villain, you could feel a wetness slowly and lazily sliding down from your warm pussy. You almost felt humiliated upon realizing just how much your body was drooling for him and begging for attention. However, perhaps to your pleasure or chagrin, he continued the same order of salting the fat cubes and forcing them into your mouth via kiss.

By the time he had managed to get you to eat everything, you were completely soaked and your body felt like it was aching for any kind of stimulation. Your condition did not go unnoticed by Overhaul as he casually moved to get a clear view of what state your body was in, golden eyes fixed on your sex. It almost seemed like he was uncaring when looking at the state you were in, but the way his hardening length began to twitch and the intensity of his stare gave you a good idea of his thoughts at that moment.

"You know, I am typically very careful of what I eat. But... even I feel like it would be a mistake to pass up such a delicacy. It's not everyday the cleanest pussy in the world is on the menu, though I may have to insist on having a taste daily."

He pulled up a rolling stool, settling between your legs and examining you with those intense eyes. His touch was light and experimental as he gently stroked his fingers over your soaked thighs, almost surprised at how readily your body allowed his fingers to slip between your folds. Once a light coat of slick covered his middle finger and pointer finger, he pulled his hand back to examine it beneath the florescent lights.

At first he seemed completely enraptured with your slick on his fingers, but the way his eyes seemed to burn with desire as he gave a small lick told you he was pleased with your taste. Following the small taste, he shoved both into his mouth and noisily sucked on the appendages until he had gotten every ounce of your slick. His tongue flashed out to lick his lips as he turned his attention back to your drooling pussy. After a moment of staring, he reached forward and used his thumbs to spread your folds open.

"Fuck... Such a pretty little clean hole... I have to taste it."

His mouth latched onto your heat and immediately began using his tongue to work you up, laving and probing with the wet appendage. You gasped and let out soft whines, your mouth as unresponsive to your wants as your body. The slurping sounds coming from the man who helped himself to your slick sent unbidden shots of pleasure into your brain as you writhed and whined.

Overhaul's golden eyes almost seemed to glaze over as his actions became more vigorous and intense, low groans coming from deep within his throat. His hands gripped almost painfully at your soft thighs as he used his grip to pull you closer and move you slowly against his mouth, grinding you into his intense focus. The way he thrust his tongue into you and laved over whatever he could reach had you panting as a tight coil seemed to be winding itself up inside of you. It was almost painful for you in how tightly your body clamped down on his tongue before that coil snapped, flooding every corner of your brain with bliss.

"And here I thought squirting was something women only did when completely pleasured. I guess you are liking this much more than you are letting on."

He pulled back and you saw the glistening wetness on his mouth and chin, slowly licking his lips with that same glazed look to his eyes. It almost seemed like he hadn't even realized that his face was soaked with your essence, almost as if he were in some kind of a trance. In one movement, he quickly stood and you got to see he was hard again due to eating you out much in the way a starving man ate any food he could find.

"I'm going to split you open."

The way he gripped your suspended thighs made you shiver as he stared his molten gold orbs filled to the brim with desire and need. To some extent, you wondered if he was going to actually hurt you because the way he looked at you made you feel like some poor creature on an autopsy table about to go under the knife.

"So clean... No need for messy lube or condoms, just raw warmth. No need to worry over diseases or hidden illness, just an immaculately clean and beautiful pussy."

"W-wait...!" You tried to choke out your complaint, "What if- What if I get-?"

"Pregnant? Now that would be something, wouldn't it? Seeing these soft breasts of yours fill up with milk... Your squishy body growing nice and round as you get even heavier with my children... Kids are messy, but if it is ours, I have no doubt they will be perfectly clean, just like their mother. Even if they have quirks like the rest of this cursed society, so long as it is either one of our quirks, it's fine."

"Don't- I don't want..!"

"I don't remember asking what you want."

You let out a soft whimpering noise and he actually paused, grinning and slowly caressing your cheek. For a moment it seemed as if he were trying to comfort you despite the harsh words he had snapped out.

"Shh... I can tell you are nervous, it is only natural to feel that way when thinking of bringing a child into this infested world. But you'll be such a good mother, don't worry. I have no plans of discarding you and I want you by my side as often as possible, so no one gets the idea that you are a simple plaything. We'll be the ruling family over the Yakuza. You will be my cute little wife, and I will protect you in every way..."

The way he looked at you held that insane glint in his golden eyes, as if he were truly deluded into believing your hesitation was the result of nerves and not his actions. He truly didn't realize or care that this dream of a family was a one-sided delusion he had declared for you. His words somewhat soothed you, knowing he at least didn't intend to discard of you once he had his fill of this physical experimentation.

You mewled when you felt his heavy cock slide back and forth through your folds with a teasing slow roll of his hips. When he decided he was lubricated enough, Overhaul angled his hips so the tip of his swollen cock pressed ever so tauntingly at your slick entrance. He stared one long moment into your fearful gaze as he palmed at your soft thighs, getting a decent grip before thrusting into you in one movement.

Your mouth hung open and a small strangled whimper escaped your lips, the sheer stretch of his rather impressively sized length making it feel as if he had buried himself into your guts. Similarly, he had to pause to grapple his own feelings into submission, finding your warmth almost enough to make him cum instantly. He fit inside of you perfectly, fully buried balls deep inside of your soft body and filling every possible crevice all while the head of his cock sat pressed into your cervix.

"Kai."

"Wh-what?"

"Chisaki Kai is the name I left behind when I became Overhaul, and Kai is the name I want you to scream for me. You alone may call me that, and I expect to hear you scream it."

Between the sensation of the intense stretch of his cock inside of you and your overstimulated nerves begging you for a break, you were struggling to focus on his words. He didn't seem to want or expect a response as he slowly rolled his hips, sliding out of you until only the tip of his cock was left inside of you before slamming forward and burying himself once more. The movement drew a harsh moan from him and he began to move at a regulated pace, slowly thrusting into your soft body.

The way the head of his cock rubbed against your insides and dug into every sensitive spot had you practically seeing stars within just a few thrusts. You couldn't help the whimpering moans that he managed to drag from you, feeling and movement seeming to be returning to you as your back arched up from the examination table. He seemed to notice your increased movements because soon he pulled you up, letting you wrap your arms around his neck as he adjusted his thrusts up into you.

You were barely seated on the table and the rest of you was busy clinging to the villain that took extreme pleasure in thrusting into you, holding you in that precarious position as he snapped his hips up. The way you whined and mewled only seemed to send more pleasure into his body as his golden eyes were nearly filmed over with need, staring at you the same way a degenerate sinner stared at their salvation. A particularly firm thrust into a rather sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you made you begin to tear up, feeling the way he pummeled into that spot with an intense fervor.

"Cry for me... Let me see how much my cock is stirring you up inside."

"Too much..! I- ah! It's too much!"

"Come on, (y/n), I want to see those pretty tears of yours."

The way his voice seemed huskier in your ear and the near demanding tone he took all while slamming into you only served to scramble your thoughts even more. You had already given up on physically fighting back long before your movement returned to you, so now you had no choice but to lean into the pleasure he sparked in your overstimulated brain. Heavy tears blurred your vision and began to roll down your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling your body practically constrict around the wildly thrusting cock inside of you.

The sensation drew a long and harsh moan from his throat, feeling the guttural way it rumbled in his chest. Instead of slowing him, the constriction of your warm pussy only seemed to spur him on even faster and harsher than before. From the way his skin slapped against yours, you knew your soft flesh was going to be bruised, his grip already leaving strained dark marks.

"Say it. Say my name!"

He barked out his order and you gasped, feeling that coiling tightness inside of you getting so tantalizingly close to that edge of release. He dropped one of your thighs in favor of gripping the back of your skull and forcing you to stare into his feral golden eyes, that glazed look overtaken by sharp clarity and need.

"Say it!"

"K-Kai!"

"Again!"

"Kai!"

You moaned and chanted his name like a mantra, barely able to focus enough to see the way his eyes rolled back. That hand on your thigh hitched your leg on his hip, snaking around to your clit and rubbing harshly as if he were rewarding you for doing as he said. The stimulation from his fingers pressing and rubbing sent you reeling in pleasured release, dragging him with you with the same intensity.

He pressed his entire body against your own and you felt the slight scratch of his starched dress-shirt against your exposed breasts, feeling his sharp bare hips eagerly press against your malleable and plush thighs. His body shuddered intensely as hot ropes of liquid splashed into you, feeling like he was filling up your womb with hot cum. Tears fell freely down your cheeks as the bliss sparked wildly through your nerves, digging your nails into his shoulders.

As the sensation abated and left you panting, your legs slipping from his hips, he caught your thighs, adjusting you in his grasp. You were content to let him move you as a wave of exhaustion overcame you, feeling the way he let his cock soften inside of you before pulling out. For a moment you thought he was going to leave your limp figure on the table before something else was shoved inside of you, plugging your still sensitive hole and preventing his cum from leaving you.

"Wh-what..?"

"Well, I found your idea of us having children to be so appealing I decided to go ahead with preparations. Which means my cum needs to stay in you for greater chances of pregnancy. You just rest, I can handle clean-up and moving you into my room. We'll make fantastic parents."

You didn't have the energy to argue or fight against him, feeling the uncomfortable plug keeping the slowly cooling cum deep inside of you. Somehow, you felt he would make sure you never left his side again.

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battydora · 1 year

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according to you, what kind of women do you think chisaki might prefer / what would he look for in a partner? (his "type")

ps - love your posts!! 💕

a/n: hey anon! thank you so much for reaching out and for the compliment, means a whole lot! this question is very interesting and i'm all here for it!

there is a very thick line anyone must cross to get overhaul to even think about the possibility of having a partner.

kai is not someone who cares about looks, he goes way more forward than just appearances while bonding and if he happens to fall for a woman, it will be thanks to her intelligence. let's get this straight, chisaki likes smart women, a woman who thinks in very similar ways he does, a woman with ideals and ambition, but not too much, he doesn't want to feel outperformed (she will surpass him sometime, and he will loose his mind over it, in a neutral/grey-ish way). loyalty is a trait he is looking for in a partner too. he needs someone who supports all of his plans and accompanies him during the tough and triumphant times. the more she helps him with his plans, the more he will fall for her, it's an intellectual adoration he can hardly resist to.

anyhow, he would be astonished and provoked if his partner ever outsmarts him, he will feel like he is missing out on something, something that leaked out of his very checked and perfected control network, an unknown force that entices him with such greed, a very mighty source of power he is lucky to have by his side, pushing him closer and closer to his goals, god, the fascination is such it drives him crazy, the desperation and slight obsession over a woman with criteria is what makes kai fall for her deeply.

#i really enjoyed answering this question #i usually write using gender neutral expressions but this is too fem aligned sorryyyy i felt like it honestly #even tho overhaul could fall for a man/nonbinary/etc too tbh #mha #overhaul #kai chisaki #mha x reader #overhaul x reader #kai chisaki x reader #batty talks (but it's +16! topics) –☼

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the-masked-ram · 8 months

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Wallowing in Corruption- Chapter One

CW: NSFW, Fem Reader, Drug induced Quirks, Drug Addiction, Alcohol use, Gangs, Politics, Complex plot, Morally Grey chars, Dark Chars, Abduction, Corrupted Police

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Chapter One: Dread

It was funny, if you thought about tonight in the terms of some trashy crime novel; the air was sticky and thick with a feeling of dread. Like something was waiting in the shadows to devour you whole. Sadly, this wasn’t some book, this was life in Sin City, and the likelihood of dying that night was just as high as some poor unsuspecting victim in a thriller. Dying here would be more permanent, however.

Your steps were quick as you checked your watch for what had to be the eighth time. Glad that you had gone with short, chunky heels instead of the taller slim ones you had been eyeing at home, you were able to rush more easily to your job. It would make the night go smoother, and maybe at the end your feet wouldn’t be on fire.

Five minutes to go and you were right at the corner of the block where the venue was being held. You would be there with a few minutes to spare, maybe then you could calm your racing heart before the meeting. Surprisingly, you didn’t even know who the customer was this time. Usually, during most catering jobs, your company sent out at least a small profile. This time, all you knew was the menu, and how loaded this person was looking at the area and the food you were serving.

Stepping into the employee entrance, the temperature immediately dropped five degrees and your trepidation increased. Were you imagining it all? The feeling that something was waiting for you. That something would be happening tonight? You knew in these cities that this sensation wasn’t something to ignore. But ignorance was such a blissful feeling. So instead of lingering on the paranoia that buzzed insistently through your nerves, you focused on your job and pushed away the thought of running for your life.

The pretty trays filled with delicate hors d’oeurves were waiting in the kitchen as you and your coworkers gathered around the manager.

“Alright team, tonight is a big one. We are serving the Shie Hassaikai, specifically the Shepard’s Party that they have every two months. If we do well,” her gaze fell on every single one of you. “We may get hired again. So, don’t let me down.”

That’s the yakuza, your eyes narrowed slightly with the realization. Though you didn’t say anything, the thought that you would be serving one of the largest criminal organizations in the country, settled like a stone in the back of your mind.

Still you started, picking up your tray without a moment’s hesitation. On the shiny gold platter was several flutes of blush colored wine, the glass sparkling enticingly as the lights caught them. You stepped out of the side door of the kitchen; the crowd had started to fill out as the party began.

Masks covered most people’s faces, most of them modeled after various animals. You were taking in the multitude of faces when a man, with his lower face covered in an elaborate plague doctor’s mask- emphasis on the bird persona- stepped out of a large door with a keypad, and into your path.

Acting on instinct, you pulled the tray aside and your opposite shoulder glanced off his arm. With a slight grunt he looked down at you, raising an elegant brow which was set over the most beautiful pair of molten gold eyes. Eyes that were deceptively heated due to their color, but actually cold with judgement. They flicked over you and it was too easy to see the disapproving sneer behind his mask.

“Watch where you’re going! I didn’t pay this much to have bumbling idiots as my servers, and don’t spill a drop of that wine,” his stare sharpened and though his tone was condescending, you could almost see a glint of playful mockery in his gaze.

“Sorry, sir,” you swallowed, his words made you painfully aware that this man was your boss for the night, a man who could probably gut you in front of his guests and no one would bat an eye. “I’ll be careful, I promise. If you could excuse me.”

You bobbed your head and readjusted the weight of the flutes on the serving dish, making your way through the slowly growing crowd. The heavy weight of a pair of eyes on your back didn’t even register as you left the man back at the door. He hummed thoughtfully for a moment before readjusting the gloves on his hands and pressing two buttons on the keypad, causing a heavy grating sound to come from a mechanism inside the closed door.

You were already far into the crowd when he looked back to where you’d been, his brows drew together just slightly. The environment tonight felt odd. It’d been a while since it felt so ominous to the yakuza, and he hadn’t gotten so far ahead by ignoring the city’s warnings. There was always a little breath that escaped it, foretelling of death.

He would talk to security, he stepped down the hall, before once again looking into the crowd over his shoulder as if his eyes were magnetically drawn to a force that was no longer there.

You, on the other hand, walked towards a table where two men sat. One had his hair swept back into a styled bun, his suit a smartly pressed black Italian number with a tie that was goldenrod yellow. He wore a grey and white wolf mask with a similar golden trim to his tie, talking low and intensely to a man in front of him. That man wore something far less proper, a long blue trench coat, his ears adorned in piercings and… staples… were those medical staples along his cheeks, and burns?!

You avoided gaping, instead dropping your gaze just enough to notice a package filled with little white ovals, slip from a scarred hand to one elegantly cuffed in black, “Hello, sirs, did you want a drink?”

Carefully you raised your eyes. Keeping your expression blank and cheery, a tilt to your head and a smile stretching across your face.

The man with the wolf mask seemed taken aback at your appearance, dark eyes blinking. One hand shifted to discreetly slip into his pocket.

“That’s alright, doll, I’m more of a whiskey lover,” you shifted your gaze to the man with what looked like a silver dragon mask covering the upper half of his face, the staples on his jaw glinting in the low light, as he answered.

You wondered if the rest of him looked like that, and as your stare drifted to his, your breath caught, the intensity of the blue was not something you were prepared for. What was with the men and their eyes tonight? Must have just been the masks making them pop.

A shiver fluttered over your skin as the scarred man’s companion cleared his throat, and you nodded your head politely.

“Ah, of course, I’m sorry for interrupting. If you need anything later, sirs, please find me or one of my coworkers,” you said and slipped back into the crowd.

Both men watched the soft sway of your hips until it was impossible to tell you apart from the rest of party goers. The air had become stifling, and they considered one another over the table.

The cop ran a finger and thumb along the tiny zip lock in his pocket, soothed by the smoothness and the contents within. He stood, excusing himself from the table, no longer wanting to be around the other man now that the deal had been done.

The other man however was looking at the spot where you had been standing. He breathed deeply, steadily, trying to soothe his stuttering heart. What were you doing here? This wasn’t the place for you. Fuck, you should have left the city ages ago, but serving at the Shepard’s Party? He had tried so hard… so hard to forget….

He grimaced and stepped toward the bar, he needed to drown his thoughts in whiskey and maybe some pussy.

You were deep in the crowd when your platter had been emptied. Pressing the top against your chest to make maneuvering easier, you ducked and weaved through the group. You were in the corner, catching your breath because the heat and press of bodies seemed to suck the oxygen right from your lungs.

Laying behind a potted plant to your right was a tiny clear bag that caught your eye, zipped tight at the top, with a small group of pills in it. You squatted and picked it up, staring hard at the unassuming objects, noticing the bright red hook shape stamped on both sides. You cocked your head to the side, pursing your lips thoughtfully, before the lights dropped and the room went pitch black.

The sounds of gasps and dramatic yells cascaded around you. Your muscles froze, tightening your fist around the bag and you focused on the black space in front, hoping you could force your eyes to adjust.

The sound of voices calling out, a door slamming and the call again, “SIN CITY POLICE! DON’T MOVE! COME ALONG QUIETLY!”

The feeling of your heart kicking into overdrive and your blood rushing into your ears made everything all too real. Chaos started to descend very quickly, jostling bodies that couldn’t be seen, whipping wind as people rushed to escape. Fuck, you couldn’t get caught here. Not with your hands around a packet of unknown pills. Was this what the feeling of trepidation was alluding to earlier?

The sound of a muffled curse next to you and a hand grabbing your upper bicep had you biting your lip as you struggled against the iron grip moving you forward.

“Don’t fight me,” the man hissed.

You couldn’t recognize the voice, and you couldn’t tell if it was a cop or a party goer. As you slipped into a hallway brightness from a cell phone light popped on, and you managed to catch the edge of a mask. Recognizing it from a party goer who had caught your eye earlier that night.

Is it: Chisaki Kai? Aizawa Shota? Dabi?

#bnha #mha #dabi x fem reader #chisaki kai x reader #aizawa x reader #fanfiction #cyoa

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dashitsxx · 29 days

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if only | various male characters x fem!reader | mha

summary. Maybe leaving him wasn't the best decision to ever do.

genre. dark. explicit smut. nsfw. 18+

word count. 1.7k

characters. aizawa shota (eraserhead). chisaki kai (overhaul). takami keigo (hawks). todoroki touya (dabi).

warnings. dubcon/noncon. all in an established relationship. quirk au. vulgar language. cunnilingus (aizawa). rough fuck. penis in vagina sex. overstimulation. multiple orgasms. creampies. stomach bulge (dabi). manhandling. forcing. evident male dominance. yandere themes. possessive. obsession. mentions of killing (dabi). selfish behaviour. egoistic behaviour. indicated the use of quirk. breeding kink (dabi). praising (dabi).

notes. finally done with this! been itching to post this as quick as possible. i definitely didn't like how i wrote them but enjoy sluts, tried to make it spine-shivering as much as possible! reposting 'cause i found out that tumblr didn't kind of added it into the no. of my posts?? idk why

shota aizawa (eraserhead) — If only you weren't clumsy enough.

Oh love. That was the biggest mistake you have ever made to him. Do you think that you could easily slip away from his sight? Oh my. How dumb of you. You may have a strong quirk but it doesn't surpass his level... and he'll make sure to let it stay that way.

A trembling shaking rattled on the bedframe as you arched your back from the pleasuring sensation. Pants and moans vibrate against the wall of the room. No matter how much you want to try to push the head away from your cunt, your hands prevented you from doing so as it is tightly tied by his binding cloth, whereas with each forceful pull you create, it suddenly stiffens its fabric.

You moan loudly as you squirm under his touch. "Stop moving," he ordered in a vicious tone. Then, a warm wet long stripe was placed on your cunt, making you hold your breath. A strangled moan left your lips as you attempted to break the cloth that was chaining you.

"I-I can't—ah! No, n-ngh! Ah! no, s-stop. Aizawa!" you exclaimed, panting in the process.

"I said stop squirming." he painfully held your hips in place as he halted his motion. Your eyes slide down to him as you find him with a raging fire, "You wouldn't been in this position if only you had been obedient to me."

Then he slowly rises from his position as he continue to glower down at you, "You know you can't escape from me, love."

You heard a rapid swish of fabric as you found your legs bound up in a lewd position, wide open for him. "N-not like this! A-Aiza—" A painful feeling slapped your pussy which made your back arch. "Shut up."

A sinful smirk slowly formed on his lips. Who would have thought that his fantasies would come true? He was thankful that you attempted to escape, but it still does infuriate if you wanted to leave him. He didn't like that idea, nor would he let it happen. Maybe... it is time to mark you.

Then, he quietly placed his hands on the middle of his pants before unzipping it. A look of fear and shock was evident on your face as you knew what it meant

"Aizawa! No, no, no!" you attempt to back away from the raging man, but he grabbed your thighs and pulled you down to him to let you feel his hardened cock with your bare vagina—you moaned at the sensation. Pride was evident on his face as he spoke in a possessive tone.

"I'll always find you, love."

kai chisaki (overhaul)— If only you were fearless.

Darling, darling, darling. Why did you ever think that you would be able to escape from his grasp? He didn't do all those cheesy courtship with no purpose just for you to leave him. He did it all in his satisfaction to have you caged within him despite that you were a great benefit to the yakuza. Hence, you are his possession—and there is no way for you break free.

"Fuck—so... t-tight. Fucking tight." A deep growl emitted from his chest as he thrusts his fat cock into your gummy walls. You moan from your taped mouth and warm tears fall on your cheeks from the overstimulation.

A pleasured moan left his mouth as he stared down at you, a contemptuous smile was plastered on his face. You looked so pretty taking his godly size dick—it fits well with your pussy. Although he's been fucking you for who knows how many rounds, his rage hasn't been satiated yet.

The fact that you tried to leave him really fucking blood-boiled him. He has never felt this way after the heroes attempted to meddle in his business. Upon the thought entering his mind, his eyes darken immediately as he pushed the back of your thighs to your chest.

Your felt your eyes widen at a new sensation as your chest rose, heaving at the new position he put you into. It was the position you knew that would make you feel his size.

Feel him more.

You attempt to push his hands from your thighs with your taped wrists, but it keep slipping off from the body sweat formed. Then, he harshly flicked his hips onto you. Your body jerked as you felt the tip of his dick kissed your womb.

The smile remained on Kai's face as he leaned forward, "Feel that, darling? You're not dumb enough to know what it means." a chuckle erupted from his chest as he pulled out until his tip before slamming back deeply, making your body jerk again and a moan leaving your lips.

Then a sudden shivers crawled on your body under his, making his cock more slick from your cum. Kai lets out a short deep laugh before he slides his hand from your thighs to your clit, having one of your legs hanging on his shoulder.

You try to take in deep breaths as your eyes make contacts with his lust-filled ones. He tilts his head slightly with a naughty smirk.

"You can release one more, right darling? After all, you deserve this punishment."

takami keigo (hawks) — If only you weren't slow.

Sweetheart, you knew that you could never outrun him—so, why did you still do it? You are one dumb girl with a mediocre quirk, but he still loves you. It's just that your stupid mind persuaded you to leave him. Says who? He gave you no order about that—in fact, you have no rights to step away. Once he laid his eyes on you, he knew that he had to fly and catch you.

"Ngh-ah! Fuck! K-Keigo!"

"That's it. Moan my name, sweetheart."

He grabbed your hips before pulling it to his hips with a tight grip, hitting your g-spot perfectly. You hiss at the sensation as you gently place your forehead on the wall, trying to catch your breath. Hawks continued to thrust in your pussy, but it wasn't the usual way he does. He never would have acted so rough to you if you hadn't tried to hide and run away from him.

It aches his heart to put you in this position, but you need to learn your lesson.

Pants and groans escaped his lips as he pushed you more to the wall, drunk in bliss. He snakes his arms around your chest, grabbing one of your tits to twist your nipples and waist to hold you—he wants to feel your skin. Only moans are emitted from you as you try to pull away from him while clawing his arms.

"Ah, ah, ah. Sweetheart, you'll only make it worse. Hah... s-shit. J-Just allow me–ngh–to fuck you like this," he pauses as he pulls his hips until his tip is in you before slamming it deeply to your cunt, you arch your back greatly as you moan—uttering curses beneath your breath. "You'll eventually like this..."

Yes, you will like this. He'll do anything to keep you and a good hard fuck may help him hinder your ability to walk and run.

Maybe, that is a good idea—it'll let him keep watch of you. The thought of that made him more aroused as he slowly quickened his pace. Yet, you were too fucked up in pleasure to notice the malicious intent your boyfriend had in mind.

But it's okay, as long as he has you—he'll do anything.

"Sweetheart, you know I am the only man for you, oh—ngh? Ah—fuck... hmm, right?"

todoroki touya (dabi) — If only you were strong enough.

Dilly dally doll, such a beauty you are. Yet, you are such a fucking pain in the ass. You dare to escape from him—were you insane enough to consider that he'll never find you? Doll, you are wrong there. You have such a weak body with a weak quirk, he definitely doesn't want you to go to unknown places because he actually fucking cares about you. Maybe... there is another method to keep you by his side.

Deep grunts and vulgar words escaped the scarred lips of the villain as he gripped your plump sides, shooting thick ropes of white sticky liquid in your womb.

"Take it all like a good girl, doll. That's it." he licked his lips in satisfaction as he watched the erotic scene before him.

You look so pretty under him, just being a perfect cumdump for him. Although, he just hated your pettiness—who told you that you could leave him? Just because he accidentally put on a show of his ruthless killings of heroes in front of you, you had the nerve to escape. He is just doing his job, it's not really a big deal.

His eyes darken at the thought.

He pulled his dick out of your swollen pussy, letting the cum leak from your hole and giving a painful smack on your ass. A smirk forms on his face as he slides the leak sensually back into your hole, "That's the right place. Keep it in, doll. I really don't want you to piss me off again after that silly little stunt you've pulled."

You yelp in pain when you feel a stinging heat place on your clit as you comply with his order, carrying your body in a doggy position.

A boost of confidence fires in Dabi's core as he looks at your pussy clenching to hold his essence in you. But his ego wasn't the only one that fired in you, his huge cock was standing up again. He contemplates methods

Maybe, there is a way to let you stay with him.

Before you even attempted to get up from your bruising position, your face was suddenly pushed on the bed mercilessly, your ass at a higher height with an inviting pussy, and you felt a prodding tip in your entrance as it was gone in.

A loud moan from you echoed the room smelled of sex and sweat as Dabi let out a hiss to your tightness even if your mixed essence with his served as a lube.

"Touya! Wait, I-I just came!" you exclaimed, turning your head to the side.

A deep chuckle emitted from his chest as he snapped his hips against yours. You felt a protruding bulge on your belly when he snapped, jerking your body in reaction. His eyes held a purpose behind those lust and temptation as he leaned down, marking you with hickeys.

"I need to make sure that my baby mama doesn't waste a drop of my cum. I am certain you'll be a great mama, doll."

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slayfics · 19 days

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The venue is nice and extravagant, the restroom is no exception to that. Mirrors line the walls from ceiling to floor, fresh napkins handed to you by an attendant.

That’s when she comes around the corner. She’s just washing her hands, but the aura she holds demands your attention. Her dress leaves you speechless. She has to be someone, but you don’t know who.

“That’s a beautiful dress,” you compliment her.

She turns to you with a striking smile, “Oh thank you darling, you’re looking beautiful yourself.” She says and saunters out of the restroom. Where she returns to the man waiting for her.

His hands are gloved and clasped behind his back as she makes her way to him. If there’s a smile it’s covered by the elaborate mask on his face. As alluring as her aura was his was dangerous. As though a sheer brush against him would call for your last breath.

He walks and she falls into stride with him. He looks down his nose at the crowd with golden eyes, disgusted by them all. Disgusted with everything expect the beautiful women by his side.

Beautiful women, where did you find this dangerous man?

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bonkwrites · 1 year

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Good Girl

Warnings: afab!reader, dom!kai, blowjob, mention of cockwarming, sub!reader, dirty talk.

Relationship: Kai Chisaki x fem!reader

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Kai thinks you were made for this: being his. You’re on your knees at his feet, his cock in your mouth, squirming like you can’t take it, spit around your mouth and tears in your eyes. He groans, fists your hair, and you shake like a leaf in response. You’re so much more than this, he knows that, but having you reduced to this crying, shaking, begging mess just ruins him every time.

Your hands twist in the silk they’re bound behind your back in, your knees spread open wider until they’re pressing against his ankles. His mind conjures up the image of you last time, screaming for him, legs pressed wide open, pussy swallowing him up and you still being greedy enough to beg for more.

“God,” he moans, pulling your mouth off of him by your hair. You gasp, mouth still open, and you lean forward to try and put him back in your mouth.

“Please,” you lick your lips and look up at him through your wet eyelashes, “K-Kai, put it back in, please,”

“Have patience,” he growls, fingers tightening against your scalp. You bite your lip and whimper. Kai thinks you’re a fucking siren, a creature of myth, sent to seduce him and test his limits. It’s fucking working.

“Puh-” Kai reaches out with his free hand and hooks his thumb into your cheek when you open your mouth to beg again. You splutter, looking up at him with a glazed, nearly confused look in your eye. It’s almost like you’re asking him why he won’t let you suck his dick, like he’s committing a crime against you by being withholding.

“P-ease,” you slur, eyes blinking slowly up at him. Kai takes a deep breath and then he’s releasing your cheek. You lean forward with the help of his hand in your hair and wrap your mouth around him again.

He moans and his knees spread open further to allow your shoulders more room. You gag and Kai’s eyes roll back. You’re so strong, his partner in crime, intelligent and beautiful and a complete woman but when you’re down between his knees, begging him to fuck your mouth until you’re crying, hands tied behind your back, all he can think about is how you’re made for this. You’re made to be used by him. And he was made to use you.

“Fuck, that it’s, good girl,” Kai growls, hips lifting up and hand in your hair driving you down, “good fucking girl,”

Your eyes roll back, body pulsing, whimpering and moaning just for him and the way he uses you. Kai pushes you down and grips you tight as he cums. He’s shaking, sweating, dirty, and it starts to disgust him before he looks down at you and watches you swallow with those fucked out eyes trained right on his. He lets go of your hair slowly, his fingers sore, but you won’t move until he tells you to. You’d stay there all day if he let you. He runs the back of his knuckles against your cheek and your eyes flutter closed. Content.

“Good girl.”

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lsk3nn3dys · 3 months

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𝒦𝒶𝒾'𝓈 ℒ𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈

Kai Chisaki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: choking, claiming kink, blowjob, cuckholding, doggy style, masturbation, dom!chisaki, sub!reader, sado/maso mention, shower sex, degradation kink, fuck machine mention, vibrating panties mention, teasing, threesome mention, cock description

NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare = Baths and showers are this man’s bread and butter when it comes to aftercare. Even if he fucked you so hard you can barely move, he’ll carry you over, lol.

B = Body Part = If you were to ask him, he would say he likes his own hands. When it comes to you, his favorite body part on you is your neck - he loves how it looks when his hand is wrapped around it or when he marks it up with love bites.

C = Cum = He prefers to cum inside you, but if you’re not about that, then he’ll cum inside your mouth.

D = Dirty Secret = He’s not entirely opposed to having some of his inner circle subordinates fucking you with him sitting there watching the whole thing. He’d fuck you dumb right after ofc to show that he’s superior.

E = Experience = He doesn’t have too much experience but knows how to please you properly.

F = Favorite Position = His favorite position would have to be doggy style. Seeing you entirely at his mercy is enough to make him cum. He loves fucking you at his pace and for his pleasure.

G = Goofy = Definitely very serious, like no jokes or anything is happening in the moment.

H = Hair = He’s incredibly well groomed, doing so at least once or twice a week - it’s mostly for himself and his preference.

I = Intimacy = He can be romantic when he wants to be. He mostly is on special occasions, though.

J = Jack Off = I don’t see him doing it too often, so I will tentatively say that he doesn’t. However, when you’re not around, he will jerk off when showering.

K = Kink = Some kinks I see for him are probably a dom/sub dynamic between you two. I can also see a bit of a sado/maso dynamic as well, but nothing too crazy. I also think he has a heavy claiming kink with you as well.

L = Location = Mostly at home, but he also loves having sex in a shower or mayhaps in front of his subordinates.

M = Motivation = He loves it when you look cute and pretty to him. Also, when he gets jealous or pent up (those are also good motivators for him).

N = No = He may enjoy occasionally slapping, degrading, or choking you, but he would never you enough to draw any sort of blood. I also don’t see him being submissive in any way either.

O = Oral = He prefers receiving - having his cum in your mouth is one of his favorite sights in this world.

P = Pace = He prefers fast and rough because he loves watching you struggle to take him, but he may also use speed to punish you.

Q = Quickie = He isn’t one for them, but if you tease him enough, he may do it. (However, he may use orgasm denial during that).

R = Risk = He’s willing to take risks as long as they’re on his terms.

S = Stamina = He can go for a few rounds and will use that to his advantage. He loves how overstimulated you get from him.

T = Toys = He’ll use them on you only, but he doesn’t use them on himself. He prefers using a fuck machine or vibrating panties (legit, whatever he’s in the mood for).

U = Unfair = He LOVES teasing you (especially if you’ve been bad). Seeing you cry and beg for him gets him all hot. He loves knowing that he’s a necessity for you.

V = Volume = He doesn’t like being too loud and grunts mostly. He wants you to be the one screaming and moaning loudly.

W = Wild Card = The one subordinate he enjoys watching fuck you is Hari for sure (there may have been a few threesomes even).

X = X-Ray = He’s probably packing 7.5 with a pink tip that gets a cute reddish color when hard.

Y = Yearning = He doesn’t have a very high sex drive despite having a lot of stamina. He primarily uses sex as an outlet for his pent-up emotions and for his pleasure.

Z = Zzz = He usually doesn’t sleep much anyway, but he would wait for you to ensure you’re safe.

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the-masked-ram · 7 months

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Wallowing in Corruption- Aizawa Chapter Two

CW: NSFW, Fem Reader, Drug induced Quirks, Drug Addiction, Alcohol use, Gangs, Politics, Complex plot, Morally Grey chars, Dark Chars, Abduction, Corrupted Police

--- Aizawa Chapter Two: Wolf Among Sheep

The air that greeted you when you stepped out of the building was cool and clear. The oppressive atmosphere from before seemed to be gone, and it made you wonder if you had just imagined it. Sin City always did this, always made its people question their sanity in small… and large ways.

You sucked in a breath gratefully, it felt as if you had been oxygen deprived inside the venue. Logic said otherwise but without the press of flesh and anxious emotions swirling around you, the freedom felt so much stronger. That did, however, make the bruising grip on your bicep that much more noticeable.

Shooting a glance over to the dark-haired man who wore the wolf mask, the one who had taken the pills from the scarred dragon-masked man, and the one who now had complete control over your fate. You could fight, anyone who was smart in this city took self defense lessons, but your knife wasn’t on your person and you felt vulnerable without it.

This man was so tall compared to you, but it really was his black eyes, that looked at you like he would eat you whole, that made you shiver. A wolf mask fit him well. He was the big bad wolf and you weren’t even little red riding hood, instead you were a defenseless sheep ready for the slaughter. He must have felt your arm shudder under his fingers because he sighed and loosened his grip but didn’t let go.

“Relax, I won’t hurt you,” he scoffed, shifting his head to look off to the side.

Your eyes widened in surprise as he moved his hand from your arm, skimming down your skin, to the hand that clenched around the plastic bag still. Oh, you’d almost forgotten about the pills.

“Give them to me. You shouldn’t get caught with these just because you were doing your job,” as his hand closed on yours, for a moment your fist tightened.

He searched your gaze, his narrowing in warning. With a swallow, you nodded and opened your palm.

“What about you?” you whispered; voice slightly cracked from the tension thrumming through your veins.

“Trust me, I’ll be fine,” his lips twitched into a shadow of a smile.

He pocketed the drugs, and you watched the movement of his hands with suspicion. It would be good for you to be rid of them, but this whole exchange, this whole night felt off. The sound of footsteps grew closer and you moved to step back.

Yet, his hand slipped out like a snake and snapped around your wrist, a hold so tight even as you squirmed in fear, you couldn’t move in it. He didn’t even look at you, and instead slipped off his mask, his face stupidly handsome even with the scar under his eye. And you hated that you noticed that, because he was keeping you here when danger of some sort likely approached.

You refused to be attracted to someone who was putting you in a situation like this. So, you shut down your libido. Even as it screamed for the man in front you. Lust was a beautiful sin, but now was not the time for it.

A set of uniformed cops stepped out and paused when they saw the two of you.

“Ah, Aizawa, see you got out of there just fine,” one of the men stepped forward with a nod.

The man holding onto you nodded with a grunt and your eyes widened, “Yeah, the intel was a bit of bust though. Couldn’t get ahold of the supplier. However, I know someone had some, found a packet on the ground by a corner, seal unbroken. Pretty sloppy of whoever dropped it.”

He pulled out the small bag you’d picked up and held it with two fingers toward the police. Who then seemed to notice you standing there.

“Who’s that?”

Aizawa raised a brow over at you and smirked, a grin that was all too befitting of the animal counterpart to what his mask had been, “A witness.”

Fuck, he was a detective. And fuck, you were in trouble. You couldn’t help the heavy gulp or the fact that you dropped his gaze immediately. He chuckled so lightly you were certain only you could hear it.

“Oh, she saw something?” one of the other’s asked.

“Yes, and she may have been seen herself. She needs to be put under surveillance,” he said smoothly.

Whoever he was in the world of the law, he commanded power. He also wasn’t walking the straight and narrow, because you knew that his pocket held a larger number of pills than he had handed over. He had thrown them off his trail, whatever that was, without so much as a flinch. This man was slippery, and dangerous, a wolf among sheep and walking with the confidence of someone who blended seamlessly in the flock.

“We will put someone on the paperwork right away, should have something set up by tonight.”

“Hm, good,” it was his only response, and you could feel the tension as his gaze rested upon you.

You hated him in that moment, the wrath you felt coiling in you was like a sinful lover. You welcomed the familiar feeling and held it tight; anger could get you out of the other side of this shit storm. The city felt it was important to test you. And you would come out the other side stronger.

You narrowed your eyes and tilted your head to look up at him. You caught him watching you and he quirked a brow as you glared at him. He looked so unintimidated and it just made you even angrier, maybe a bit indignant. You pulled again at your wrist, but he tightened his hand to the point you felt your bones and tendons grind against each other. Holding back a yelp, you forced yourself to stopping pulling even though your first instinct was trying to wrench your wrist even harder.

As soon as he felt you relax, he loosened his grip. His lips dropped as he turned back to the cops with a look of boredom.

“I need a car, I’ll take her back to the station, and we will go from there.”

“Of course, sir,” the first cop to speak said and they moved away.

The small number of uniforms walked off, and Aizawa slipped his hand in his pocket, a pensive look on his face.

“You’re a detective,” your voice was blunt, and a weird feeling of betrayal that wasn’t justified settled upon you.

“Yeah, why?” he tilted his head enough to look at you from the side with a lazy smile.

“Why didn’t you give it all to them?” your glare harshened.

His smirk widened and he turned to face you completely, still not releasing your wrist completely, “I don’t believe I know what you mean.”

And the lie was so obvious. The warning rang clear in the night air, a specific ‘don’t ask’ to his tone. You sized him up, before dropping his gaze again and scoffing.

“Maybe I was mistaken.”

He hummed shortly, and nodded, “Sounds like it.”

A car pulled up outside the alley you two stood in, and the detective dragged you behind him. He was so fucking strong. You couldn’t hope to pull yourself free. It didn’t stop you from trying multiple times as he walked you to the car.

He exchanged a couple mumbled words with the officer who he traded the driver’s seat with once he pushed you into the back seat.

“Now, here’s the problem. The drug runner of that party but more dangerously the man who employed you, both know what you look like and, also, who you are. The dealer is usually less of a threat, however the man who was your boss will want to wipe away all loose ends, and he’s currently in the wind,” he studied your face for a few moments in the rearview mirror.

Your jaw clenched and fingers twisted the extra fabric of yours slacks that had been part of your uniform for the night. The twenty minutes before, now felt days away. You swallowed and blinked rapidly as you felt the harsh heat of tears threaten to fall. This was just life in the city that had always been home.

But still, you’d always tried to keep your nose clean, for the most part. Always tried to stay safe. You tried to sniffle discreetly. Aizawa frowned through the windshield, what the fuck was he getting himself into? He didn’t need a liability. And even as he reminded himself of the problems that came with this, he heard his own voice.

“Listen, you can go back to your own place and we can station guards outside the entrance…,” he said as he swallowed harshly. “Or you can stay with me until we get you a safe house?”

Which will you choose?:

1: Stay at your place? 2: Stay with Aizawa? ---

Back to Chapter One

#bnha #mha #chisaki kai x reader #fem reader #fanfiction #cyoa

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thecuriousquest · 6 months

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Maid Kink Drabble

Yandere Kai Chisaki x Fem!Reader

Yandere Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Tag List: @palesweetscherryblossom heeheehee I know how much you LOOOOOVE these two 🤪😘 @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, maid kink, lingerie gifting, spanking, tit fucking, thigh fucking, come mentioning

Master List

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You guys, WE’RE OVER LOOKING LEVI AND OVERHAUL’S MAID KINK!!! Are you kidding me? I can’t believe I completely missed this!!!!!!!!!

Just think about it. They’re both clean freaks! They’d totally get turned on seeing you in that little French maid outfit where your tits are popping out over the corset and your skirt is so short. When you reach up to dust a high shelf, they can see so much, but they LOVE it when you get on your knees and scrub the floor.

They even gift you a pair of panties to wear underneath it. Levi goes for a black little lacy number with a bow on the front while Overhaul goes for black satin because of the way the light hits it when you’re bent over. (Idk why I just feel like they would).

Levi’s hand is just itching to grab his crop whip and fucking spank your ass and thighs with it. His leg is bouncing as he tries to focus on his paperwork while you clean up his office, but he just can’t concentrate on anything other than the dough of your thighs and the soft hills of your ass as you bend over to get another rag. He’d love to stick his dick between your thighs just to see what it would feel like.

Overhaul wants to smack the ever-loving fuck out of your tits as he watches you push them together while gathering more water and soap onto a sponge to clean off a counter. Your cleavage pops out in just the *right* way. You have no idea how much he wants to stick his cock between the plush of your breasts and just go at it until there’s come all over your face for you to clean up.

You’d totally have them on you in seconds. Whatever it is you’re cleaning can wait because they’re about to make a mess out of you.

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depravitycentral · 11 months

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Yandere! Kai Chisaki General Profile

Yandere! Kai Chisaki x fem! reader

Tw: kidnapping, violence, mentions of dub-con, Kai is awkward and literally can't not pop boners around you constantly, threats, mentions of blood, mentions of needles, slight objectification, allusions to neglect, Kai forces you to watch him kill someone, masturbation, fem! reader, MDNI

I do not condone any of the actions described in this post - this is fiction and should be treated as such. If you or a loved one is in a similar situation to anything contained in this post or my blog in general, please seek help. You're in charge of your internet consumption; please make responsible choices. With that, enjoy!

Tidy

First and foremost, being Kai’s darling requires a certain level of cleanliness.

They by no means need to be a germaphobe or obsessively making sure every surface is spotless, but keeping their living space fairly clean and orderly is something incredibly appealing to Kai.

And once his darling is living in the base and has a room all to themselves, it pleases him greatly to see his darling’s bed neatly made every morning, their clothes (all hand selected by him, of course) hanging up in the closet, or any other small display of them just generally wanting the area to be somewhat neat.

He likes the reassurance that his darling has a bit of sense about them, that they understand that cleanliness is important.

And honestly, one of the most heartwarming things Kai can imagine is his darling purposefully cleaning something for him, that they’re willing to spend their time and energy voluntarily making sure that something has been sanitized, cleaned or straightened up all in the name of making him more comfortable, of helping alleviate some of the disgust and fear of his everyday life.

He loves the idea of his darling being a sweet little domestic partner, a housewife of sorts, and if they have a natural liking of keeping things on the cleaner side?

Well, it only makes Kai fall harder, deeper, more completely, because god, how is his darling so fucking perfect for him?

Sweet

Kai is honestly a bit pessimistic; he’s not especially positive about things in life, not especially kind or forgiving, and though he hasn’t really given much thought to what he does and doesn’t find attractive, even he can’t deny that there’s a certain allure to someone who’s the opposite of him; of his brash and cold words, someone warm and sweet and soft.

A darling that doesn’t hesitate to throw kind words at him, to praise the people around them and just generally make people feel good about themselves is something he quickly becomes enamored with, the compliments at first catching him off guard.

His darling saying something along the lines of wow, the gold in your mask really brings out the shades of your eyes – it’s really pretty, is only met with Kai’s cryptic, stoic stare, making them shrink in on themselves while he internally tries to process the idea that his darling likes his eyes.

He’s confused at first, slightly irritated and wondering if they meant it in some sort of derogatory or mean way, but as his cold eyes search their own warmer, slightly nervous ones, he’s taken aback to realize that they mean it, that they’re being genuine with their words.

In all honesty, growing up in the yakuza and being surrounded by criminals and an parental figure that used tough love more than anything, having someone actively praise him or deliver compliments is something he’s completely unused to, completely confused by

But he can’t deny the way a little seed of warmth grows in his chest, the words feeling strange but nice.

And as his darling only continues with their offhand compliments, their small, sweet words, Kai only grows more and more addicted to them, and though he tries his best to compliment them back (it comes off more threatening than anything – your hands are very clean, I wish I could keep them for myself), it’s a bit difficult for him to recover from their honesty, from the way his heart hammers against his ribcage at just one mere kind smile from them.

It’s disorienting, but Kai would be lying if he said he didn’t absolutely love it.

Patient

He is, admittedly, a bit poor with processing and expressing his feelings; he’s never experienced a relationship or romantic feelings of any sort before he met his darling, and as a result he’s a bit clueless when it comes to courting them, to how he should act around them.

Of course, he wants nothing more than to completely woo his darling, to sweep them off their feet and get them to fall madly in love with him, but he’s realistic enough to know that no matter how many cheesy, dreadful rom-coms he watches, no matter how many articles or pieces of advice from colleagues and clients, it won’t change the fact that he’s just naturally not romantic, that he’s just not good with expressing himself.

He wants to be a wonderful partner, always spoiling his darling and making them feel treasured and loved like how he really feels, but it’s difficult for him to break away the layers of carefully built shields around himself, the thick skin he’s acquired through years of working in the underground mafia.

And, because of this, his darling absolutely needs to be patient – they need to be able to give him the time and space he needs in order for him to process his feelings, to try and make sense of how and when he should approach them about his desires to hold them, to see them smile.

And while it’s likely that his darling won’t even be aware of his obsession and romantic feelings towards them until much later in his infatuation, they need to be understanding of how fucking hard it is for Kai to be vulnerable, to allow any sort of happiness or weakness into his life.

Because really, his darling is his one true, huge weak spot – one he loves dearly and would give his life for, but still isn’t quite sure how to rely this to them.·

Smart

In Kai’s world, strategy, power and manipulation are absolutely everything; he needs to be at the top of his game at all times, making sure that he’s making the right decisions, playing the right cards and just generally making every possible move towards the restoration of the Shie Hissakai.

He’s constantly strategizing, thinking through decision after decision, scenario after scenario, and as a result he’s grown to absolutely demand intelligence out of those around him, to require brains and a general threshold of understanding for those he deems close to him, and his darling is no exception.

They don’t need to be book smart per se, but he needs to have confidence that if he were to explain something to them (though he avidly tries to separate his darling from any and all yakuza business) that they would understand, that he wouldn’t need to spend hours going over the same piece of information again and again before they finally understood.

There’s a certain attractiveness to intelligence that he can’t quite explain, but very much feels – when his darling makes some sort of quick remark or statement in response to something he said, there’s a sense of pride swelling in his chest, because that’s his beloved who’s so smart, so understanding and quick thinking.

He really likes the idea of his partner and him being a bit of a ‘power couple’ (though he absolutely refuses to give up any of his own power over his work or them – he is in charge, as he always will be), in that they’re both forces to be reckoned with, smart and strong and a powerful team together.

It’s enticing, and though his darling likely couldn’t change his mind about anything, Kai enjoys asking them about their opinions and thoughts on certain matters, just to understand how deeply they agree or disagree, how deeply his darling’s smarts run.

That, and Kai will be taking every possible opportunity to bond with beloved, even if talking about hero society is the way to do it.

GENERAL YANDERE TRAITS:

Controlling

Kai is, as in most aspects of his life, absolutely desperate to be in charge of every little thing around him.

He needs to be dictating every single thing you do, everything you say and think and feel, otherwise things get ugly, quickly.

There’s a part of him that’s absolutely terrified that you hold so much emotional weight over him, that he cares so much about you, that he does things because of you.

He doesn’t like the way he feels so helpless in the face of you, even as unassuming and weak as you are.

He doesn’t like that you hold such power over him, knowingly or not, and as a result it helps to quell down this anxiety and fear when he’s telling you that you’re not allowed to leave your room, that you must wash your hands every ten minutes on the dot, that you aren’t to speak to another living soul besides himself.

Kai craves for you to feel the same overwhelming, disorienting love that he does for you, but more than anything he craves absolute control over you.

He wants power over you, to know that you will follow his every word, his every command, anything and everything he could ever want.

To him, it shows that you trust him, that you love him and that you’re giving yourself to him, to let him love you and show you how much you mean to him.

In his eyes, it’s all actually strangely romantic – you’re his sweet little quirkless woman, the girl he thinks he loves, the one he’d do anything and everything to protective and keep his, and in return all he asks is that you let him decide everything for you, that you depend completely and solely on him.

It’s a fair deal, really, and after all, he knows what you need much better than you do - after all, he knows you better than you know yourself.

He has a, for lack of a better term, brutal schedule that he keeps you chained to – he’s rigging an alarm for your room that goes off at exactly 6:30 in the morning, a steady beeping noise that does the job quite nicely, if the camera feed showing you frowning and covering your ears with the single pillow he’s given you is anything to go by.

He’s sending in a henchman (masked, so that there’s no chance of you finding him attractive) with a tray of nutritionally balanced breakfast items that you will eat, lest he’ll use force against you.

Your breakfast will consist of a pile of meat of his choosing, steamed vegetables on the side, and a small container of starch next to the plate.

A smattering of vitamins are enclosed in a small box in the corner of the tray, the some ten different pills ranging from the size of his pinky nail to a quarter patiently waiting to be swallowed.

(When you ask, he doesn’t tell you what they’re for - he just tells you they’re good for you, that you’d better take them, we wouldn’t want you getting sick, now would we? You don’t need to know that they’re all for diseases or conditions that run in your family - he checked - but you don’t have - it’s just a preemptive measure to make sure you don’t develop them, that nothing could ever harm you and take you away from him. Plus, the small white one you eye suspiciously will help him in the future, he hopes - after all, he’s certainly not ready for you to fall pregnant anytime soon.)

You’re scheduled for testing most of the day after that – various blood tests, check ups on your physical and mental health, mandatory meetings with him in his office to discuss your ‘progress’.

(You’re still not exactly sure what he means by that - he won’t give you details when you press, instead getting this weird sparkle in his eye while he stares at you, the eye contact making you squirm while he tells you that you’re very important, you’re the key to my success.)

Dinner is the same as your breakfast, and directly after is a shower that lasts for ten minutes – no more, no less, where you’re required to shampoo, condition, and scrub your body.

(You don’t know it, but there’s a camera set up in the corner of the shower that’s constantly rolling, just so that Kai can get some peace of mind and make sure you’re doing as you say - it’s certainly not to aid him when it’s late and he’s sitting in his office, eyes trained to the screen as he aches and throbs and yearns for you, both aroused and disgusted by the thought of being intimate with you, of being inside of you…)

You’re to be in bed by 9:00 at night, tucked underneath the covers and eyes closed so that you get the proper amount of sleep, ready to be awoken so rudely the next morning and repeat it all.

Deviation is quite rare in his itinerary for you – sometimes he’ll join you during your meals, or inform you that certain tests are being postponed until further notice, but for the most part Kai will absolutely be keeping you on his regiment – having such obvious control of you is something that he absolutely needs, a requirement he’s simply unwilling to compromise on.

The feelings you give him are already disorienting enough, strong enough to leave him feeling weak, dependent, angry, and the only way to regain some semblance of power is to show you that you utterly and completely belong to him, that you have absolutely no control over your new life, over your life in which you’re Kai’s beloved, perfect little woman.

Possessive

Because Kai has never really developed feelings for anyone in his life, romantic or really even platonic outside of Pops and Chrono, you present an anomaly for him.

The way that he feels for you, the desperation that overtakes him where you’re concerned is something he’s completely unfamiliar with, something strange and new and something he isn’t entirely sure how to handle.

(He’s never been a fan of romance, and has spent very little time indulging in any sort of media discussing the topic, and as a result he does genuinely feel like a fish out of water, even if he doesn’t entirely hate the experience.)

And really, the strangest thing about the development of his feelings for you is the way that he just reacts to you, unconsciously moving or thinking things he would never do otherwise.

There’s a part of him that he completely loses control over when you walk into the same room as him, when he sees your lovely eyes fixed on him, when you say his name, when you so much as breath in the same space as him.

(He’d requested you start calling him Kai in private a few months into your ‘stay’, if only because the way the letters roll off of your tongue makes his eyes flutter closed and a sharp exhale sound from below his mask.)

His eyes are snapping to you every time you enter his peripheral, amber eyes appraising you and scanning up and down your body, noticing a new detail every single time - he wasn’t aware you had a mole there, or a small scar here.

(But now, don’t you worry, he’ll remember well.)

And because he’s so unsure of how to manage the new urges and responses that you present him with, he falls back onto his more aggressive traits, the more primal parts of him that don’t really express themselves much in his day to day life taking center stage.

That is, Kai suddenly turns into a jealous, possessive freak because of you – he’s plagued with worries that you’ll leave him, that one day he’ll wake up to find your bed empty, your smile vanished along with your body he was just beginning to crave touching.

(Though he rationally knows the security system of the Shie Hissakai base and the numerous tunnels and henchmen would prove your escape extremely unlikely).

He’s paranoid that you’ll find someone else within the organization that you like more - someone more conventional, friendlier, more intimate with you.

(Just the thought of another man touching you makes Kai’s muscles stand taught, fists flexing and his quirk spiking up out of control, his bloodlust skyrocketing because absolutely nobody should be laying their filthy, disgusting hands on you and ruining you.)

And though it makes him feel stupid, weak, pathetic, he can’t help the way jealousy sits heavy in his stomach as he watches you smile and thank Chrono for dropping by with a new book to read, one Kai himself had heard you mention something about offhandedly, one Kai remembered and went out and personally bought just for you.

He can’t help the way his fists clench as he stares behind the computer screen, vowing to himself that he’ll be the one to deliver you gifts from now on, so that you won’t associate anything sweet or thoughtful with anyone but him.

He hates the way you make him feel (at least, that’s what he tells himself – but even he can’t deny the warmth spreading through his entire chest when you softly murmur thank you, Kai, I love it as he places the elegant, dainty gold necklace with his initials in your palms), but he knows that there isn’t much he can do to change it.

He knows that for all the negative feelings your smile and touch stir up within him, he’d never really choose to let go of his devotion for you because god, do the positive feelings make up for the negative ones a thousand times over.

And so, once he comes to terms with the fact that you do inspire jealousy within him, that he’s territorial over you in a way that makes him feel more animal than man, he’s taking it and running with it – he wants everyone within the Shie Hissakai to understand that you are completely off limits, that you’re property of Kai Chisaki himself, that you are quite literally owned by Overhaul.

He’s threatening undermen, buying you expensive clothing and jewelry and trinkets to make you feel loved, appreciated, even if the ring he presented you with while you ate the mystery dinner from Chrono’s tray the other day looked much too similar to a wedding ring to comfort you.

He sees you as his possession, an item he can have and own and cherish, and while he does want you to love him, to want him in the same way he wants you, there’s just something about marking you as his, dressing you up in clothing that he bought for you, covering you from head to toe in antibacterial lotion that he chose the scent of, keeping you his sweet little partner that makes him oddly giddy, an honest, genuine happiness washing over him that he hasn’t felt in years.

So really, just let him dress you, feed you, bath you and remind you that you’re nothing without him, that he’s the only one you can trust and should care about, and Kai will be over the moon. He might, maybe even smile fondly at you, petting your hair and whispering a soft I love you to your sleeping form.

You’re just that special.

Dependent

Although he’s strong and almost infuriatingly independent, once his emotional connection with you develops, Kai is a bit of a lost cause.

You mean absolutely everything to him – his whole life before you revolved around re-establishing the Shie Hissaikai and ending hero society, but once you show up?

Well, it’s still important to create and harvest the drug, to be using Eri and making sure the organization will continue on strong and prosperous, but surely it wouldn’t hurt to take just a small break from vigorously rubbing in some hand sanitizer after a business meeting and let his mind wander to you, to imagine how you’re probably curled up on your bed trying to nap, looking all peaceful and calm and - dare he say it - cute.

It’s not too big of a deal to take a few minutes to drop by your room and check up on you, right?

(Besides, seeing the way you brighten up when he steps into the room makes something in his chest swell with pride; you wanted to see him, didn’t you? Not really, no - it just gets so lonely all alone in the windowless room, but Kai doesn’t need to know that.)

Surely it wouldn’t be bad to take a break from the mountains of paperwork and watch the live footage of you in your room, working diligently at the puzzle he gifted you with the other day, right?

Kai is, for lack of a better term, completely whipped for you – your safety, happiness and health are things that are constantly on his mind, swirling questions of what you’re doing at any given time, when you last ate or slept or used the restroom circling through his head so much it feels like a never-ending loop.

Once Kai gets a taste of how good it feels to care for someone, to have a special person in his life that makes his heart race, his throat get a bit tight and his hands to start sweating, he’s clutching onto it with desperation, doing everything in his power to keep the sensations of happiness, of contentedness, of genuine love blooming in his chest.

He’s addicted to you, and while his every waking thought is either fixated on the drugs or you (though as time passes it slowly becomes clear to him that you take more of his headspace than his work, a disturbing discovery but not one he bothers to fight), his devotion to you only deepens.

Of course, Kai is absolutely terrible at expressing how much you mean to him – he’s so emotionally stunted, so unsure of how to approach you and the way you make him feel, that more often than not you’ll be left wondering what you did to irritate him, why he’s always staring at you so intensely, why he’s always stopping by your room and asking you personal, strange questions.

(Do you prefer cold or warm climates? What’s more upsetting to you – seeing a child or a puppy kicked? What areas on your body are ticklish? Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?)

Honestly, Kai will likely just be one huge mystery to you – he doesn’t want to expose himself and his feelings, and as a result he won’t show any traces of vulnerability to you – you’re left completely in the dark, left to wonder why and how you’re still alive, and when the yakuza boss will decide that you’ve lived past your expiration date.

Sure, he does buy you gifts; jewelry much too expensive for your tastes, dresses and skirts that accentuate your form in darker colors (he’s particularly partial to greens and golds – always dressing you up in gold necklaces, gold heels and sleek jade dresses that dip just a bit too low on your chest), occasionally a bouquet of flowers in your favorite colors that he insists brighten up the mood a bit.

(Though you don’t have the heart nor the courage to tell him that a bundle of roses sitting in a vase in the corner of your stark white room doesn’t make you any more comfortable there.)

Sure, he spends hours upon hours upon hours behind the computer in his office staring at you through the screen, the many cameras and audio bugs placed around the room picking up your every action, word and movement, his wide eyes feasting upon your innocent, perfect form as he simply takes in the beauty that is you, the feelings of love, adoration and utter want swimming in his chest intoxicating him.

Sure, he’s killed guards left and right for staring at you for a beat too long, for making some crude, disgusting joke about how they’d love a piece of you, that Overhaul’s too uptight, bet he doesn’t even fuck her – what a waste, she needs a real man to show her how its done.

Sure, he spends the majority of his time obsessing over you, doing daily check ups on your health and your safety, but Kai won’t ever display a moment of weakness to you – he only says he loves you when you’re asleep, laying so gracefully across your bed, his form seated at the edge of the mattress while he lightly strokes your cheek, his mask discarded onto your nightstand as he leans down, closes his eyes and takes a deep inhale of your scent, pressing his lips ever so lightly, softly, tentatively against your forehead.

He doesn’t want you to understand how much hold you have over him – because if you did, Kai is absolutely sure that you could manipulate him into getting whatever you want with just a simple kiss and whispered word of affection.

After all, Kai Chisaki needs you, and although he’s embarrassed by how much you mean to him, how crazy you make him and how absolutely obsessed with you he is, he wouldn’t change a single thing.

After all, he’s never been able to love someone, to touch them and protect them and desire them, and he’ll be damned if he ever loses you.

DEALING WITH RIVALS:

Kai is, to put it simply, insanely possessive over you; you’re his girl, the only one he can love and touch and really feel happy around, and as a result he absolutely refuses to allow any other man to get even remotely close to you.

It’s a combination of jealousy and deeply rooted insecurity about his romantic skills that makes him so quick to snatch you away from other men.

He won’t ever admit it, but he’s very aware that he probably wouldn’t be your first choice, that his issues with intimacy and expressing himself and the fact that he kills on a daily basis likely does nothing but push you away, make you more hesitant to fully give yourself to him, to actually love him.

But instead of communicating with you, of putting himself in a position where you could actually see how much of a mess you make him, Kai instead decides that isolating you from every other man in the complex is the best solution.

This fear only serves to make him more strict on limiting your contact with every other person on Earth who isn’t him, every other man that could possibly draw your attention, that could make you forget about Kai and instead fall heads over heels for them.

He’s methodical in his approach to keeping you utterly and completely his – making sure that your contact with others is incredibly limited, that you understand the consequences of becoming too chummy with anyone but himself.

Because you’d have to be his captive before his feelings for you even really form, he doesn’t have to worry about any men that he doesn’t know approaching you, fighting for your affection and love.

He only needs to consider the possibility of one of the very few people he allows you to have contact with – namely, a select group of the eight bullets, himself and Chrono.

It’s an ease to his mind to know that he’s really only competing with a few other guys, and although it makes him feel stupid, pathetic, weak to be comparing himself to someone like fucking Rappa, there’s a certain part of him that can’t help but wonder if it’s really someone more like him you’d like – muscular, social, not hesitant to touch you, all of the things he really isn’t.

It’s stupid and he knows it, but as he stares into his mirror with an expressionless face, looking at his nude body and his hands that can so easily take and give life, there’s a certain amount of insecurity settling in his chest.

Obviously, you don’t really have a choice in who you spend your time with, who you’re forced to depend on, who you’re destined to be with until your dying breath, but Kai really truly would prefer you to want him, to actively be choosing him.

And when one of the few people he lets have contact with you starts pushing the boundaries too far, getting a bit too friendly?

Well, all of those pushed down insecurities and destructive thoughts are rearing their ugly heads, forcing him to take measures he would prefer to not deal with, to not have to feel such terrible, sick things in his heart as he watches you laugh and smile.

You’re his, whether you like it or not, and Kai will absolutely make sure the fact is drilled into your pretty little head, even if the methodology is less than tame.

When he spots Sestuno leaning on the doorframe of your room, smirking down into the space while your lovely, tantalizing voice gushes about some show you used to love watching before you got kidnapped, immediately he’s scowling, thin eyebrows drawing taut as he realizes how fucking close Setsuno is standing next to you, how his gaze is aimed directly at you, how you’re just letting him stare.

Kai’s pissed, and as his footsteps grow harsher, more distinct against the cement of the underground hallway, he’s nearly growling.

He hates when he gets like this – it’s so painfully obvious how much of an emotional hold you have over him when the jealousy is seeping through his every pore, when he’s nearly driven insane just by another man looking at you.

It’s infuriating that something as simple and weak as you are able to make him a complete mess with just a few actions, just a few smiles and looks directed towards others.

It’s infuriating, but as he approaches Setsuno, the anger at himself is drowned out by the rage he feels towards his underling – immediately he’s clearing his throat, piercing eyes staring right at his subordinate as he interrupts the conversation, letting out a surprisingly calm sorry to interrupt, but tests are scheduled for right now. Wouldn’t want her to be late, would we?

And although Setsuno holds respect and genuine awe for his boss’s abilities, a twinge of fear climbs up his spine, making him hastily nod his head and return back to his station a few hundred feet away, nervously awaiting what he’s sure won’t be a pretty sight whenever Kai is done with your tests.

All throughout the blood draw that day, he’s tense, not really responding to your questions as thoroughly as he normally would, not paying as much attention to you as he’d like to.

(He’s staring at you, yes, but he’s sort of staring through you - not as observant as normal, not with the same concentration as normal, as if he’s counting your eyelashes or memorizing every blemish and pore on your face.)

Instead, he’s thinking of exactly what he’ll be doing once he safely escorts you back to your room, once he makes sure that you’re safe and sound and completely unaware of what he’s about to do.

And once your door is closing, he’s immediately scowling and stomping over to Setsuno, approaching the man with a deadly glare and scolding him in a voice so eerily calm that it has the other man gulping.

You know your place – you aren’t to look at her, touch her, speak to her, be anywhere near her. So tell me, what did you do today, Setsuno?

And when the other man can only respond with the truth, Kai won’t hesitate to disassemble him a few times – each with an interval longer and longer, sometimes not assembling every limb back together until it’s just barely not too late, letting him feel the excruciating pain of his arm being ripped off again and again.

There’s this twisted, maniacal look on his face as he does it - like he’s enjoying hurting Setsuno, like with every time his leg is ripped from his body, he’s ripping away some of the damage that him talking with you caused, ripping away any semblance of attraction or even a friendship between you two.

If Setsuno wasn’t busy in excruciating agony, he’d almost be scared his boss’s expression.

Kai’s pissed, and it’s only after twenty or so rounds of assembling and disassembling that he’s finally calmed down – though he won’t leave without hearing the words I’ll never come near her again, I promise! She’s yours, Overhaul, all yours!

And once he does, he’ll only firmly nod, leaving Setsuno on the cold ground, assembled yet terrified, as he retires back to his office to review the last hour’s worth of footage from your room.

Jealousy isn’t a pretty look on Kai, and he holds back absolutely no restraint when he feels that his claim on you is being tested.

So when Setsuno, one of the only people here you feel you can call a friend, begins avoiding you like the plague, don’t be surprised when Kai shows up, telling you how Setsuno’s just strange like that, always changing his mind back and forth. Don’t worry about it – I brought you a deck of cards, would you like to play?

TAKING HIS DARLING AWAY:

To really catch Kai’s attention, a very specific set of circumstances must occur.

You must be quirkless, a civilian, and he must have stolen you off the streets for testing.

Only then, once he’s got you under his grasp already, do his feelings begin to form, in all their horrible and wonderful glory.

But, because had stolen you away before his feelings for you even manifested, there really isn’t a forming-the-obsession-and-stalking-before-kidnapping phase for him.

You’re already at the Shie Hissaikai’s base, already under his control and grasp, and as a result you’re already accessible to Kai, already close to him and so very vulnerable to his wants and whims, to him being around you as much as he pleases.

He doesn’t experience any sort of longing to steal you away, nor does he have any kind of dilemma on kidnapping you.

However, because of the way in which Kai got to know you, it creates a bit of a unique situation as his captee – you’ll find as his feelings grow and develop, as he becomes more and more dependent on you, that your surroundings seem to change, that you periodically get moved to different rooms, different spaces in which you spend the majority of your time.

The rooms get progressively nicer, larger and more private, soon getting to the point where you even have a small kitchenette in the corner, where you’re able to prepare little snacks and food items.

(Kai must always be present in the room during your little cooking episodes, however – you need to be eating healthy, making sure that you have a balanced diet, though the minute that you turn around excitedly and ask him if he’d be willing to sample whatever you made, he’s fighting a blush and nodding stiffly, trying to calm his racing heart and quell the thoughts of how you look so much like a lovely, domestic wife cooking for him…)

You won’t be sure of why you’re gradually being treated better and better, getting spoiled with gifts that you didn’t ask for, spending time with Kai in quantities that make you cock your brow but shrug, knowing that if you confront him it’ll likely be more trouble than it’s worth.

You won’t know, but Kai sure as hell does – he wants you to like him, to love him and need him, and as he progressively decides to upgrade your living space until your room is right next to his own, allowing quick and easy access (and thin walls, of course) it helps quell his desire to be near you every moment of the day, to be on your mind just as constantly as you’re on his.

And really, it’s only a plus that he can press his ear to the wall and listen to you breath at night (he moved his bed to be right next to yours, only the thin wall separating the two of you), or that he can basically speak to you through them - even as much as it terrifies you.

It’s better this way, really - it helps quell the fear of you somehow slipping through his fingers.

As his captee, your experience with him really depends on your own behavior and tolerance – the only way you would’ve ever caught his attention is being a mix of quirkless and kind, reaching out with soft, understanding words rather than screaming, fighting or cursing him out like every other test victim he’s picked up.

And so, if you keep this behavior up, Kai honestly isn’t too terrible of a captor; he’s relatively clear on what he expects from you, relatively easy to please as long as you follow his every command and keep talking to him about your day, about yourself, asking him how he’s feeling at any given moment.

He’s possessive and controlling to an almost staggering degree, yes, but his expectations are crystal clear, if a bit sterile.

And so, if you can put up with him placing cameras in your room to keep an eye on you every minute of every day, of him regulating what you eat, when you bath, how you sleep, you’ll be fine.

If you can deal with him bringing you into his office for hours on end, just having you sit and read or chat to him while he works simply because your presence is enough to help ease the stress of running the organization, then you’ll be just fine.

If you can deal with the daily check ups that progressively get more and more personal (it started with a simple blood draw, checking your temperature and an eyesight test, then gradually moved in a full body examination over your clothing, then without the clothes, then with you sitting in what appeared to be a gynecologist’s chair), then you’ll be just fine.

It’s about tolerance with Kai – if you’re patient and generally obedient, life under his rule will be surprisingly easy, even if loving the man who kidnapped you isn’t as simple.

As his feelings grow, Kai honestly gets a bit clingy; you calm him in a way he didn’t know was possible, the warmth spreading through his chest foreign and strange yet addictive as you place yourself on the leather couch opposite his desk, trying to ignore the way his amber eyes pierce through you, or the way there’s a very obvious tent in his pants when he reaches across his desk to place a strand of your hair behind your ear.

He’s wanting to visit you constantly, though he rations himself a bit if only to keep some semblance of self-control.

And though he wants to be constantly touching you, feeling your soft skin against his own (that he knows he can touch with no penalty, and since the day you willingly held his hand, he’s been harboring the fantasy of hugging you, resting his hands on your waist, cupping your cheeks, running his hands through your hair, kissing you…) and just being around you, his awkwardness when it comes to opening up to you persists even once he’s absolutely sure that he’s in love with you, that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you by his side.

It’s just not that easy to tell you that his happiness depends on you now, that you’re on his mind in both the waking and sleeping world, that he’s devoted to you in every sense of the word – and so, he tries to show it to you by making sure that you’re in pristine health, that you’re spoiled with the most lavish gifts and items and goods that he can find, that you’re treated like a queen by everyone in the Shie Hissaikai, or else they’ll have hell to pay with Kai himself.

He hopes that you might understand via these methods, as it’ll take him years to fully admit to you how much you mean to him, for him to feel comfortable actually telling you those three little words he’s thinking as he stares at your sleeping form, as he watches you smile while you read a particularly happy part of your new novel.

He loves you, and as long as you stay good and obedient and personable with him, life under Kai’s rule won’t be too difficult – removed and odd, yes, but as long as the feeling that you’re some thing he’s studying and obsessing over doesn’t bother you, then you may even find yourself being okay with the locks on your doors, the threats of his men down the halls.

It’s okay, you tell yourself as he traces a single, ungloved finger across your collarbone.

It’s okay, you’re not dead yet, you’ll be okay.

PUNISHMENTS:

Despite the general softness that Kai possesses for you, he has absolutely zero patience when it comes to you misbehaving.

He’s still the boss of the Shie Hissakai, a yakuza member who’s used to being completely obeyed, to killing rebels with a flick of his wrist.

He’s still a criminal, even if you smiling at him leaves him flushed under his mask, and the moment you step out of line, he has no problem reminding you of that fact, no problem making it explicitly clear that he’s the one in charge.

He’s very much a worshipper (though more on the down-low, if only because a small part of him is still absolutely mortified that he’s fallen so deeply for someone like you), though despite seeing you as a bit of a goddess, Kai doles out punishments right and left.

Of course, there’s always the omnipresent threat of his quirk hanging over your head; you’ve been told by Rappa how excruciatingly painful undergoing a disassemblement is, and if the muscular, violent Rappa is saying that?

Well, there’s no doubt in your mind that you’d be almost glad to be dead after such an ordeal.

You’re painfully aware of just how much power Kai holds over you; how his every whim and emotion could potentially spell your death, how any small misstep (or lack thereof, to be honest) could result in your blood splattering across the walls.

And call it self preservation, but in the face of a violent, painful death at the Shie Hissakai boss’s hands, obedience begins coming quite naturally to you, as does being hyper aware of every little thing you do.

It doesn’t take long to figure out that Kai is very much not a person you want to cross, as just a few simple demonstrations of his quirk in action on unlucky yakuza underlings are almost violently shoving the truth in your face.

It becomes your mission to be the picture-esque captee, to not give him any trouble and follow his every command to a T.

After all, Kai is a difficult man to please, and while your mere presence relaxes him, makes him happy in a way he can’t remember ever experiencing, he’s not afraid to do what he needs to in order to make you understand that you will be following his every word.

Along with the ever present threat of him using his quirk on you (something which Kai has sworn he will never do, if only because he’s terrified that in doing so you’ll lose some of the precious purity you harbor), he has a tendency to use other methods to keep you in line via fear.

Killing is a part of his daily routine, and while he doesn’t particularly enjoy ending someone’s life, it’s something that he sees as necessarily in order to keep his underlings in line – and when you’re in need of a punishment?

Well, who is he to deny such wonderful timing and opportunity?

And so, when he drops by in the evening to bid you a goodnight, he can’t help but smooth his shirt down slightly and run a hand through his hair outside your door, feeling like a teenage boy with how he so desperately wants to look good for you, to impress you.

He opens the door without a knock, amber eyes flicking across the room to find you sitting on the edge of your bed with the latest book he bought for you perched in your hands, your eyes staring raptly down at the yellowed pages.

You’re so pretty when you’re focusing on something, Kai’s found, and as he watches you read with an air of complete concentration, he can’t deny that a small pang of irritation eats away at him.

He’s here, present inside your room, having sped walked through the hideout to reach you in his haste to see you, and yet you’re ignoring him in favor of a book?

It hurts a bit, if he’s being honest, if only because shouldn’t your attention be solely and completely focused on him, not some mish-mash written down on a page?

His brow twitches as he clears his throat, watching the way you jump and immediately meet his gaze, surprise flitting across your features.

You make some comment about not seeing him that only makes Kai feel worse, the distinct realization that you don’t just sense his presence as he does yours hitting him.

But before you really have any space to say more, he’s telling you to follow him, that there’s someone he’d like you to meet, which you do, hesitance eating away at your gut at the irritation swimming in his eyes.

He’d meant to have a simple conversation with you, to bask in your presence and maybe and lightly hold your hand (something that still makes him flush from the tips of his ears to the base of his neck, though he’d rather die than admit it), but now that you’ve made such a clear choice to ignore him, to prefer your book over him, he’s deciding that the man he’d planned on killing tomorrow for having made openly insubordinate comments about himself and Chrono would be receiving his punishment early, with another set of eyes viewing.

You know immediately that something is off the minute he closes the door behind you, the bald man tied to the chair in the center of the room staring wildly at you, his dark eyes pleading silently as the gag muffles any words spilling past his lips.

You can’t hide the shock and fear on your face, terror at what exactly Kai plans to do eating away at you, though when he moves to stand next to his victim you can only harshly swallow.

Tell me: do you know why I might be angry at you?

His voice is deceptively calm, apathetic yellow eyes boring into yours as you stutter out a weak ‘no’, genuinely at a loss as to why he’s upset. Kai can only frown, humming lightly before tugging a glove off, making the man beside him squirm.

I bought you those books for entertainment purposes yes, but don’t you know it’s rude to ignore others in favor of fictional characters?

You’re freezing at his words, the realization that he’d been angry at you for not noticing him earlier hitting you like a ton of bricks.

Really, I know you’re smarter than that, so I’m letting you off easy this time. But, don’t think you’ll be going completely unpunished – it’s just that Yamaro here just so happened to be willing to take the punishment for you.

The man’s eyes go wide, his squirming and struggling more desperate than before as kai unceremoniously taps a finger against his bare hand, the man immediately exploding in a shower of blood and guts, making bile rise up the back of your throat.

Kai clicks his tongue, shuddering at the splash of blood against his arm, but those cold eyes stay focused on you as you gag and look anywhere but at the sight in front of you.

It’s your fault, (f/n). If you hadn’t been so rude, he’d still be alive. Do you understand your lesson now?

That of course is not true, but Kai won’t tell you – not when you’re nodding, frantic in your desperation to get out of the room, and when Kai nods a few seconds later, opening the door, you breath heavily, staring at the cement ground in fear and shock.

The guilt is overwhelming, the idea that you’re responsible for that man’s death weighing heavily in the back of your mind, exactly as Kai hoped for.

He’s silent the rest of the night, dropping you off at your room without a word, and when you awake the next morning and he steps inside your room, you’re immediately throwing your book to the side, forcing a smile and a chirp of good morning, Kai. How are you?

It’s a bit of a dirty method yes, but Kai couldn’t care less – obedience is what he wants, and he’ll get it from you, even if he has to lie and kill right in front of your eyes.

Anything to keep you in line and his, after all.

OVERALL DANGER:

8/10

In all honesty, the danger that comes with being Kai’s darling is that there is truly, genuinely no escaping him.

He’s so thorough in his planning, so steadfast in his organization and meticulous thought put into every possible scenario that could play out with you that your future is quite literally sealed the moment he feels the trace edges of his feelings form.

Kai is, without a doubt, not a good man – his devotion to his organization is commendable, but his moral compass is deeply skewed, the mere existence of Eri enough to prove that just as he’s willing to do anything to ensure the success of the drugs, he’s willing to do absolutely anything to make sure that you stay by his side, that he gets to keep you like a prized possession that only he gets to gaze at.

You’re something he revers, his dedication to you unparalleled, and because of Kai is absolutely making sure that you’re spoiled, that he rewards his dearest, as he calls you, with the finest jewelry, the best food and the strictest schedules he possibly can in order to keep up your perfection, to keep you pristine and healthy.

He loves you, in some sick, obsessive way, and poor, poor Kai is so unused to having someone with whom he holds such deep, desperate emotional connection to that he’s honestly floundering a bit.

And lucky lucky you gets to experience every drop of cruelty, desperation and yearning the Shie Hissakai boss has to give you – and receive you shall.

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not a good guy

professor!kai chisaki x student!fem. reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: abuse of power, blackmail, coercion, age gap (kai is in his 30s), public sex (in a lecture hall), unprotected sex, creampie, possessive kai, caught (by mirio), biting, oral sex, jealous sex (bc of mirio), noncon filming, praise, choking, mentions of: office sex, car sex, other forms of public sex, cockwarming

synopsis: he’s an unethical man and you’re in the palm of his hand playing this twisted game

a/n: this is for @scandescent’s dirty money collab! thank you so so much for letting me join!

Kai Chisaki is a professor with very questionable morals and tactics, you’ve never experienced anything like it and it intrigued you even more, like a moth to a flame. The thing with this flame is that it didn’t burn you when you got close, it drew you in more and more until it could wrap its flaming arms around you and engulf you entirely.

He started off as your freshman advisor who helped you get adjusted during your transition from highschool to college. He was also the man that you went to for advice and to vent to whenever you were having difficulty. Telling you time and time again that when it came to you he always had an open door policy and that you could always come to his office even past his office hours, which is something you took advantage of.

If only you noticed then that he was just breaking your walls down so he could slip his way in. Using your troubles and concerns to worm his way into your entire being, to consume your thoughts until the day you acknowledge your feelings for him and confess them to him.

You could almost remember that day, well night, clearly. It was the night of your last final and the end of your freshman year and he was plaguing your mind all day. All the impure thoughts just begging to come to the surface so they could become a reality. It was late, late for any professor or any staff member to have office hours but still you made your way across campus to his office. When you reached the floor to his office the halls were barren, all the doors you passed were closed and locked and at the end of the hallway you saw a light on, the light to his office.

Your heart was on the verge of beating out of your chest as the distance between you and his office shortened more and more. Once you made it to the slightly open door you knocked on it a couple of times and heard his voice telling you to come in. You could feel the heat in your body travel south as you saw him, his normally perfect tie was loosened around his neck, his shirt had a few buttons opened revealing a little bit of his chest and his hair was slightly disheveled. It was a completely different look from how you usually saw him, which probably meant he was stressed over something.

Still he flashed you a warm smile and paid full attention to you while you spoke. You confessed to him that there were many days you touched yourself to the thought of him and there were many nights where you dreamt of him just ravaging your body, that you knew nothing could happen between you two but you needed to get it off your chest. He stood silent after you spoke and you grew worried, what if he was going to report you to the dean of student affairs and the president of the college? There was no way you’d be able to explain it to any other admissions officer or any other person. But that’s how naive you were, your maturity slipped from you and you just acted on fresh emotions so carelessly.

What happened next still surprises you to this day. After a long pause of silence he got up from his desk and moved in front of you, standing in between your parted legs and leaned down, looking into your eyes before capturing your lips in his. It shocked you but you quickly kissed him back, relishing in the feeling of his lips against yours. Then everything happened in a blur and the next thing you knew was you were bouncing on his cock while he was seated in the chair you were sitting in, completely defiling it and his office. He kept on muttering and groaning things but your head was too muffled with pleasure to really put it together, all you could pick up was what he said as he filled you with cum and those words bring a chill up your spine as you think about them.

You’re all mine, I’m never letting you go little girl

From that moment on there were many sexual escapades between you two, in your dorm room when your dorm mate was in class, his office, empty classrooms, his house, his car, wherever he could bury his cock inside you and you fell deeper and deeper into his trap. The event that woke you up from your lust filled haze was when another professor almost caught you two, he was sure that all the professors in the history department had left before he bent you over his desk and started fucking you senseless. Just as you were about to cum there was a knock on the door and you two quickly shuffled to make yourselves look more appropriate and less like you two were fucking like rabbits. He stepped out and had an extremely short conversation then came back inside, his golden eyes dark as he walked over to you but stopped when he noticed how conflicted you looked.

He sat down in his office chair and you voiced your concerns, what was going on was completely wrong, he could lose his job and your academic reputation would be completely tarnished. Then you told him the words that he expected to hear from you sooner or later.

We should stop this

You were perfect, a naive girl that was fresh out of high school and ready to fall into the arms of any man that showed any interest in you. You just fell into the arms of the wrong man. Good thing he had a backup plan for when you finally came to your senses. He called you over to stand next to him and a video was on the screen. You were confused because it was all black until he pressed play. As the video played your eyes widened in horror. He recorded the first night you two had sex and recorded every single time you two fucked in his office. You wanted to run out of the office but you were frozen in place. He paused the video and turned to you and said the words that led to where you are now, trapped under his fist of control.

You’re going to continue to be mine and if you try to stop what we have going on again I’ll send these videos to every single staff member and every student

That was three years ago and you’re still in the same place, except now you’re living with him — as he insisted. But the real kick was, was that after all this you had grown to be infatuated with him. All the lust turned to an infatuation and you absolutely hated it. How could you fall for a man so sick and so twisted? That was a question no one could answer, not even you. But it wasn’t like you stopped trying, you continued to push for it to end between you two and each time he’d dangle the flash drive in front of your face with a smirk on his face, reminding you that you were still his as long as he had the drive and you knew he wasn’t an idiot. You knew he had backups that you didn’t know about so you just had to go along with what he wanted.

Throughout the years you had him as your professor for a couple of semesters and this year, your senior year, you had him as a professor again. His class was the last class you had for the day today then you would head back to your shared home with him and be a dutiful girlfriend to him. You sucked in a breath as you entered the nearly empty lecture hall, Kai being the only person inside. You made your way over to him and greeted him with a soft kiss that made your heart flutter as much as you’d hate to admit it.

“Hello darling, I was thinking that tonight we’ll order in from that dumpling place that just opened up and just spend the night cuddled up. What do you say?” He lifted his hand and gently caressed your cheek as you nodded.

“I’d love that Kai, it always smells yummy whenever we drive past so I can’t wait to finally indulge in it.” He kissed you once more and turned on his professor persona as he heard footsteps approach the door. You quickly stepped back from him and made your way to your seat in the third row of seats, where he had a perfect view of you. He was wearing a black dress shirt and tan slacks that you had pressed for him in the morning and wore the black tie you had bought him for his birthday last year, you were wearing a soft colored sundress that he set out just for you and a pair of sheer panties that he would rip off you once he had the chance.

Within the next couple of minutes the room was filled up with all the students in your class and at the last minute came the guy that you knew Kai disliked most. Mirio Togata. He was a nice guy but what Kai disliked most about him was that Mirio always got too close to you and tried flirting with you in the past. You always turned him down but he was still so persistent, even now by taking the empty seat next to you when there were tons of empty seats throughout the room. You sighed as you saw Kai glare at Mirio before gathering his notes to start his lecture.

The lecture was going by smoothly, you were taking notes and completely hyper focused on everything Kai was saying until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You looked up from your notebook and glanced over to see a smiling Mirio. He leaned in close and stretched his hand over the back of your seat which didn’t go unnoticed by Kai. “Hey, I was wondering if I could look over some of your notes? I kinda missed some things that Professor Chisaki was talking about and you have beautifully written notes.” You pushed the notebook between the two of you and he messily copied everything down while Kai kept droning on and on about the topic. His eyes never left the two of you and he could feel his blood boiling whenever you looked up at Mirio and smiled at him.

“Mr. Togata” his tone made you both snap your heads up to give him your full attention. “I expect you to pay attention to everything I’m saying instead of flirting with one of my star pupils. You can’t really afford not paying attention anyways.” Mirio muttered a low apology and pushed your notebook back to you which you quickly took from him. “Now, as I was saying…” You heard the little whispers and snickers that were meant for you and Mirio. He wasn’t wrong, you were one of his star students, you excelled in class and whenever you messed up on a test question he would reprint the exam and have you cock warm him until you got an A.

The lecture went on smoothly and he dismissed you all, everyone got up quickly and you took your time packing your things. “Hey Y/N, I’m sorry about distracting you earlier. I just miss what Professor Chisaki is saying sometimes.” You looked up at Mirio from your position and shook your head, “don’t apologize Mirio, anything I can do to help.” He nodded and squeezed your shoulder before leaving the almost barren room. As you heard the last student leave you zipped up your bag and slung it over your shoulder before making your way down to Kai, who was packing his own things.

“Kai, I’m sorry about earlier. He just needed the notes and I helped him out.” You moved to stand next to him and leaned against the table.

“It’s nothing to apologize for darling, it’s not your fault. But him, he’s the problem. I wish I could just show him you’re mine, mine and mine alone.” He turned to face you and pulled you close to him. “My sweet girl, I never would’ve thought that I’d end up with a girl so much younger than me.” He leaned down and started peppering open mouthed kisses on your neck while you scoffed and shook your head.

“Kai you’re only 38, it’s only a 17 year difference.” Your sentence ended with a gasp as he bit down on your neck and licked over the bite. His hands caressed your body through your dress and one slipped up to roughly squeeze your breasts before sliding your bag off your shoulder.

“I want you here and now darling, jump on the desk.” You quickly followed his command and hopped up on the desk, he reached down and spread your legs groaning at the wet spot that was forming. “What a naughty girl, getting so wet at the thought of her professor fucking her senseless. Naughty little girl.” He slid his hands up your silky thighs and gripped the waistband of your panties, quickly deciding to rip them off of you and ball them up on the desk. His thumbs moved to spread your slick lips and he let out another groan. “Such a pretty pussy, the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” He kneeled down and pulled you to the edge of the desk so he could press a kiss to your clit then dive in completely, using his tongue to thoroughly explore your folds the way he knew you liked.

Your hands gripped the edge of the desk and you looked down to see his golden eyes peering up at you, which nearly sent you over the edge. He knew your body like the back of his hand and he loved it. He knew what made you cry out, he knew what tipped you over the edge to a body shaking orgasm, he knew what to do to keep you right on the edge until tears brimmed your eyes, he knew everything.

“Kai! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop, feels so good.” You rolled your head back and shut your eyes as he suctioned his lips around your clit and pushed two fingers inside you. Scissoring them and pumping them so quickly all you could hear was the squelching of your pussy. You were making a complete mess over the desk, your thighs and his face but it was a mess he’d gladly lick clean. He continued pumping his fingers and suctioning your clit until your pillowy thighs clamped around his head and he felt your pussy clench down on his fingers. That was one thing he loved about you, you always tasted so sweet whenever he made you cum, like a perfectly ripe fruit. So succulent and sweet. He continued lapping at your pussy until you bucked your hips and tapped his shoulder, “Kai please, it’s too much.” He pulled his fingers out and gave one last lick along your folds before standing and shoving his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself with a moan.

Once you cleaned off his fingers he pulled them out and smashed his lips against yours in a searing kiss while his fingers fumbled with the belt of his pants. He undid the belt and his pants and boxers fell to the ground while his cock stood erect. He pulled back from the kiss to spit on his cock and lifted one hand to grip your cheeks as he looked into your eyes. “Take my cock and shove it inside your pussy.”

“Yes sir.” You moved one hand from the edge of the desk and gripped his cock, stroking his spit along his length to get it slick then you dragged the tip of his cock through your folds, just the way he would do it. “Good girl, making me so fucking proud.” After dragging the tip of his cock through your folds a couple of times you guided it inside you, your walls quickly accommodating to his cock. You lifted your other hand to wrap it around the back of his neck to keep him close to you as your lips parted more and more with each inch that entered you. Just as he was halfway inside you he pulled your hand away and slammed the rest inside you, pressing his lips against yours to try to keep you quiet. Your legs shook and your chest heaved as you messily kissed him back while his hips snapped against yours.

You were both drowning in each other’s moans and sounds to even remember where you two were and to even remember the risk that always came with fucking in public. The risk of getting caught. Normally you two wouldn’t have to worry about another student barging in on a heated fuck between you two but today a student forgot his jacket on his chair. The chair that was right next to where you were sitting not too long ago. The chair that Mirio Togata was sitting in. You two were so wrapped up in each other that neither of you noticed the footsteps coming down the hall. Neither of you noticed the bright blue eyes that widened at the sight in front of him, the sight of the girl he had a crush on getting mercilessly fucked by the professor that hated his guts. He should’ve walked away, reported you two to any higher up but he just stood in place. He just couldn’t take his eyes away from you two and his cock stiffened under his sweatpants.

Kai’s hips kept snapping against yours while his tongue explored your mouth and his hands lifted your dress up to your chest so he could grip your tits. He broke the kiss so you two could catch your breath and he looked over to the door, seeing Mirio at the doorway, watching you two through the small window of the door. He smirked at the sight and started thrusting into you harder and faster. If the guy wants to watch then he’ll really give him a show. Kai pushed you back against the desk and gripped your hips tighter as he pounded into you, moans and whines of his name poured from your lips as if you two were the only people left on campus.

“Tell me who you belong to darling.” Your mind was so muddled with pleasure you could barely comprehend his command but when his hand snaked around your neck and squeezed down as he angled his hips so his cock could hit your g spot. “I said, tell me who you belong to darling. Don’t go dumb on me just yet, just do this for me.”

You looked at him with glassy eyes as you gathered your words. “I belong to you Kai. I’m all yours, I only belong to you Kai. I’m yours now and forever.” His cock twitched inside you and he leaned down to kiss you, his hand still around your throat as he kissed you roughly. His other hand moved from your hip to your clit and rubbed it quickly to send you over the edge. He broke the kiss again making you whine and whispered against your lips, “scream it for me. Scream out who you belong to and I’ll make you cum then fill you with my cum. Go on and scream for me darling.”

Your eyes shut as the knot in your stomach tightened, just on the verge of snapping. “I belong to you Kai! Please! Fuck! I’m yours now and forever and I only belong to you!” Just as you cried out the last word the knot in your stomach snapped and you made a mess all over his cock. It only took him a few thrusts before he filled you with cum his hips rocking against yours as his cum painted your insides. He let go of your neck and lifted his hand to caress your cheek while he kissed you again, this time much softer. He pulled back and pressed his forehead against yours, “I love you darling, I love you so much.” He kissed you again and pulled back. “I love you too Kai.”

He slowly pulled out of you and helped you sit up before glancing at the door again, Mirio still there with a deep blush on his cheek. “You can come in now Mr. Togata, I hope you learned an important lesson today and that is not to mess with things that aren’t yours. Just know if you speak a word of what happened today with anyone I will get you suspended and kicked off the rugby team. Don’t underestimate my influence in this school.” Your eyes widened as you heard the door open and watched Mirio walk in, he was too embarrassed to look at you two and embarrassed by the raging hard on that didn’t seem to go down.

“Don’t worry darling, if the boy knows right then he won’t say a word. We probably made his night, now he’ll have a new image in his head while he jerks off to you. Now come on.” He helped you off the desk and took both his bag and yours over his shoulders before taking your hand and kissing your cheek. “We still need to try that dumpling place and we’ll watch that movie you were telling me about this morning on the drive here.”

He walked with you to the door while Mirio gathered his jacket and practically ran out the room. As you two made it to the door he turned to face you and cupped your face in his hands. “You love me right darling?”

You bit your lip and looked into his eyes. “Yes I love you Kai.” He smiled and kissed you softly, “good, now don’t worry that pretty little head of yours and let’s go. I want to get you home and cuddle you close.”

One half of you wished you never walked into that office while the other half is thankful you did, thankful you confessed to him because you wouldn’t be in the place you were in now. Maybe this flame, named Kai Chisaki, that engulfed you whole wasn’t too bad after all.

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imagineanime2022 · 6 months

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MHA Characters With Teen Reader (Platonic) *Part 2*

Dabi X Reader, Tomura Shigaraki X Reader, Kai Chisaki X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Heyy! So I LOVE HOW U WRITE the LOV with platonic teen reader. And I had an idea where fem!teen!reader gets a s/o and the LOV gets overprotective and want to meet them and stuff. Characters would be: Dabi, Shigaraki and Overhaul (Ik he isn't part of the league but still 💀)! Tyy

*Part 1*

Dabi

🔥 Dabi hadn’t expected this to be a problem, especially not while he was still breathing but here he was watching you giggle at some teenage idiot hanging around the back alleys. 🔥 You don’t even realise that he is watching leant against the wall of the alley as you talk and get closer until he clears his throat. 🔥 “Who’s this?” “Just a friend” “Close for a friend.” “Let’s just go.” 🔥 His eyes never left the kid that you had been talking to even when you stood right in front of him, so you grabbed his hand and pulled him along until he finally turned to look at you. 🔥 “You like them?” “No.” “Don’t lie to me, I hate it when people lie to me.” “Would you hurt them if I told the truth?” “No.” “I like them a little.” 🔥 Dabi had no way to get any information, so he waited until he could catch the kid alone. 🔥 “So what are you hoping to gain from them?” “Excuse me.” “I’m not repeating myself, we both know you heard me.” “Gain? Someone who cares for me.” “Cares for you… I hope you care for them as much as they care for you, if not there won’t be anything left to find.” 🔥 Dabi isn’t one to believe in love, or finding in the life that you had both chosen to live but you were important enough to him that he would let you have what made you happy. 🔥 He hopes that the relationship continues in the best manor and if it does it he would be happy for you, he’d never admit instead replace that with teasing and dismissal. 🔥 However if it ends badly trust me when I say he will fulfil the threat unless you want the honour in which case he’ll clean up after you, make sure neither one of you are caught.

Tomura Shigaraki

✋ Shigaraki cares for you far more than anyone would have thought and he had far too much power at his disposal. ✋ When he walked into the bar to see you sitting at a table with some kid he couldn’t recognise, he knew most of the ‘would be’ villains around here and all the homeless kids that hung around looking for food or work. ✋ “(Y/N)! Come here!” “Yeah?” “Who have you invited into my bar?” “Kurogiri’s bar.” “Don’t get smart.” “They’re just talking to me.” “And if they are a spy?” “Then I’m sure you will tell me soon enough.” ✋ Shigaraki looked at the child that had been sitting with you, he didn’t trust them and he never would, he’d be civil for you, well kind of. ✋ “I’ll kill you if you hurt them.” “Y-yes sir.” ✋ Shigaraki would have someone from the league follow you when you start meeting them outside of the bar, where he could not see you. ✋ God help you if you start lying to him, he’d honestly just kill the love interest out of spite, so don’t lie to him. ✋ If things go well then he’ll leave you as you are but don’t expect him to give you anything more than that, he won’t congratulate you or even acknowledge the relationship really but that has nothing to do with who it is, just that there is anyone at all. ✋ If things don’t go well, you can expect to find the ex-partner on the floor in the bar, begging for their life and they will die, Shigaraki will make sure of it, even if you beg him not to. ✋ He’ll just send the kid home to die, far from your eyes and convince you that the kid moved away.

Kai Chisaki

💉 He knew before you even knew, he had been watching you and the newest member of the Mafia for a while, he could see what they wanted from you. 💉 He found out everything that he needed to know about them before he even thought about entertaining the idea of a relationship. 💉 When you finally tell him about your new friend he didn’t say anything, in fact you were almost convinced that he didn’t hear you, until a couple of days later when he addressed the new information. 💉 “So your new friend… Are you sure that they are here for you?” “What does that mean?” “You are higher than most in this organisation, you think that they want you for you.” “Is that so hard to believe?” “Make me believe it.” 💉 Kai is happy to lose you to this argument because he’s sure that he’s right, he had done his work without you before and he’d do it again (even if he would miss you). 💉 That being said he would not let someone take you from him without a fight, it may be different love but it was love all the same. 💉 “What do you intend to take from them?” “Take? Nothing.” “Do not lie to me!” “What could I take from them? They have nothing!” “They have whatever they want, I make sure of that. They want you so for now that is what they get.” 💉 From there on there was no arguments about the relationship however you always had a guard and you cleaned yourself thoroughly before interacting with him again. 💉 If the relationship going right, they would likely get more from him and when he’s sure that he can trust them they would earn their place next to you. 💉 If it went terribly, the Mafia had a way of dealing with scum, Kai would give you the choice of participation but you would be there to see it, you will remember what deceit looks like so you never fall for it again.

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Purity (Finale Part 2 of 2) Yandere!Overhaul x Fem!Reader

Finale Part 1 of 2

Summary: Overhaul meets a quirkless foreigner who holds some very interesting views on his way of thinking. The more time he spends with her, the more he wants to keep her and her purity for himself. And he has no problem with falling to the depths of obsession if it means getting what he wants.

Other Warnings: Trigger warnings, mentions of past domestic and physical abuse, blackmail, referenced kidnapping, referenced rape, referenced physical abuse/torture, emotional and mental manipulation, toxic relationship, gaslighting, forced pregnancy, VERY YANDERE!!! See tags for more…

Side Note: I do NOT and never will condone the actions committed in this and future chapters, please be mindful and respectful of the fact that all of this is purely fiction.

“Good night, Mama.” Kazue’s sleepy little voice whispered as you watched him snuggle down so far into his pillow and blankets that all you could see was his head of chestnut hair, a perfectly matched shade and cut to Kai’s.

“Good night, baby. Sweet dreams.” You replied, smiling and quietly closing the door just enough that some light from the hallway would leak in for him before moving onto Eri’s room.

Kazue was such an easy child to raise, probably because he took after his father in so many ways. He adored Kai and wanted to be just like him when he grew up, and it was a notion that you were still slowly coming to terms with. Now that he had a better handle on it, Kai and some of the other Precepts were just beginning to teach him how to fight and use his quirk, which had developed a little over a year ago and it was giving you some major anxiety, even if, rationally, you knew it was a necessary thing to do. He was your baby boy after all, and you hated the thought of him being put in any kind of danger, regardless if it was in a controlled environment or not. But, as Kai had so logically pointed out, he needed to learn how to control his quirk early on, because if he didn’t, he could become a serious threat to himself and to others.

The question of whether or not Kazue would even develop a quirk at all was always a hot topic amongst those in yours and Kai’s ‘inner circle’, what with you being quirkless and all, and a few of them, your sister included, had even started betting on the outcome. So the day it finally happened, when Kazue had been throwing a rarely seen temper tantrum and unintentionally overhauled a small toy that had been in his hand, it came as a bit of a shock.

As expected, Kazue’s own quirk was nearly identical to Kai’s in every way, except for one, that being his didn’t work on organic material. Kai had actually breathed a sigh of relief when that particular detail had come to light.

When you asked him about it that night, as the two of you laid in bed and he rested the side of his head on your stomach while you traced idle patterns on the skin of his bare back. He told you the story of how his quirk was so late to develop, that he was actually thought to be quirkless himself. His birth parents weren’t kind people by any means, and having a supposedly quirkless son was like receiving a slap in the face to them. His mother, thankfully, ignored him most of the time, but his father was much more keen on showing his displeasure via his fists, and one day, during a particularly harsh beating, he’d lifted a hand to try and fend off a punch to the face, and the moment his father’s fist collided with it, he’d exploded in a shower of blood and gore. His mother had come in only a few seconds later, took one look at the bloody sight and fainted before she could even scream. He’d walk out of the house right after that, with nothing but the clothes he had on, and he never once bothered to look back.

He’d only been ten at the time, and he spent the next year and a half living on the streets. He practiced alone and taught himself how to use and control his quirk, learning its limits and what exactly he could do with it, scavenging for food in dumpsters or stealing what he needed from other street rats or homeless people. And that’s how he’d lived, until the old man, Pops, had found him and taken him in.

That’s why he was so relieved that Kazue wouldn’t ever have to worry about accidentally overhauling anyone. He didn’t feel guilty about how his father died, but he didn’t want his own son to have to go through the potential guilt if he unintentionally hurt a loved one.

Kai, as a father, did have many good qualities that you could see your children picking up on, like his excellent manners and his penchant for cleanliness and organization, but there were also many you hoped they would never inherit or try to emulate, like his anger and controlling attitude. But even those traits had tempered over the years since your son’s birth, and though you still harbored a deep resentment in regards to the hand life had dealt you, you were now a big enough person to admit that Kai was a wonderful father. It didn’t erase his past sins or mean he was now an inherently better person, because you knew that his newfound gentleness and more mellow temper only extended to a select few people outside of you and the children, but it was a continued step in a better direction. And given the circumstances that brought you all to this point, you could surmise that this was better than nothing.

As you approached Eri’s bedroom a little ways down the hall, you smiled at the brightly painted purple door. It was adorned with a multitude of colorful stickers, ranging from pretty butterflies and fairies, to cartoonishly styled items of food; like a dancing hamburger and a very shiny pile of takoyaki. But what stood out the most was the chalkboard she had hung there last year. She wrote down a weekly list of everything she planned on cooking for the week and encouraged everyone who had access to it to write down suggestions. There was even a step stool left next to the door so that she and Kazue could easily reach it.

And speaking of Kazue, you noticed right away that he had jotted down, in his own messy script, a suggestion for homemade dino-nuggies, and right below that was an agreement from Rappa, though he had specified that they be manly dino-nuggies, whatever that meant. Even Kai had made a suggestion, this one for the beef stew with star anise, the very same one she’d been making the first time she called him ‘Papa’. It was a personal favorite of his, and while you weren’t sure if Eri knew the specific reason as to why, she always made it every time he asked for it.

Knocking on the door, you waited to be given permission before entering.

Eri, now eleven years old, was sitting up in her pink canopy bed, the room bathed in the twinkling of tea lights and the warm glow of the lamps she preferred to use for lighting over the brighter overhead light.

She was writing down notes in one of her many journals while she watched a cooking show on the TV and smiled when you came in. It came as quite the surprise to you when Kai got her the large flat-screen and set it up with a few streaming services for her, especially since he normally didn’t care for television in the slightest. When you asked him about it, he told you that he just wanted to do what he could to encourage her passions, and since he couldn’t hire a teacher or send her to a culinary school, for obvious reasons, this was the next best option he could think of. He even got her a tablet that she could use for when she was in the kitchen, to look things up and watch videos for more complicated steps and recipes.

Like with all things though, Kai had certainly covered all his bases where this aspect of your lives was concerned.

Any devices you all had access to were specifically designed and programmed to avoid being able to contact anyone from the outside world. Kai controlled all the passwords and had the internet usage heavily monitored at all times, and while you tried your best to ignore that detail, you wouldn’t deny that you had tried logging into some of your old social media accounts on your own tablet back when he first gifted it to you, only to find that access to such sites were totally blocked. You couldn’t even contact site moderators or IT for any of the sites and apps you were permitted to use.

“Hey there, Sweetheart!” You said cheerfully, pushing all those thoughts to the back of your mind as you closed the door behind you.

“Hey, Mama! What’s up?” She asked, scooting over to make room for you on the bed.

You took a seat beside her. “Nothing much, I just got Kazue to finally settle down for the night and I thought I’d come say good night to you.” You peeked at her notebook and then up at the television where a man in a stage kitchen was currently explaining how to make what appeared to be a somewhat complicated looking pastry dish, possibly a soufflé from the looks of it. “What new delicacy are you coming up with now?” You asked her.

“A dessert omelet!” She replied, her eyes shining like they always did when talking about food. “I have some eggs and fruit I need to use up, so I thought I’d give this recipe a try and fill them with fresh fruit and maybe some honey or whipped cream.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the eagerness and joy that laced her tone. This beautiful young lady sitting beside you was so far removed from the lonely, isolated and abused child you had met all those years ago that they may as well have been two completely different people. She hadn’t been triggered or had a nightmare about the past in so long, and you prayed every day that they would never return and she could stay this happy forever and always.

“I look forward to trying them!” You told her. “I never would have thought about treating an omelet like a crepe, but now that you’ve mentioned it, it definitely sounds like it could be a good combination.”

Eri smiled and nodded along happily. “I know Papa will probably want strawberries with his, and since he doesn’t care for anything super sweet, I bet I can replace the whipped cream with slightly sweetened yogurt or cream cheese.” She tapped her pencil against her chin and rattled off a list of all the items she had and what everyone would likely prefer with their omelet before turning to you. “Is there anything special that you want with yours, Mama?”

You thought about it for a moment. “I definitely want some mandarin slices in mine, but other than that, it's the chef's choice.”

She smiled at you, as bright as the sun and quickly made a note of it in her journal and you got up to gather her dirty clothes into the hamper, intending to do some laundry tonight or tomorrow.

“Hay, Mama?” You heard her ask a few moments later, and the suddenly morose tone to her usually chipper voice had you immediately turning to give her your full attention.

Her head was downcast and you could see that whatever was on her mind, it was enough to make her feel like she couldn’t make eye contact with you.

“What is it, honey?” You asked gently, giving her plenty of time to voice what it was she wanted to say while you took up your seat beside her again.

“Well… it’s just…” She trailed off, biting her bottom lip and nervously wringing her hands in her lap before she finally got the words out.

“You’re not… upset or anything?”

You blinked at her like an owl, completely confused as to what she could be referring to. Had you done or said something to make her believe you were upset with her? Or had you made a negative looking facial expression?

“Eri, sweetheart, why would you think that?” You asked her worriedly. “What’s this about?”

She shrugged her slim shoulders and ducked her head further down. “I don’t know.” She whispered softly. “I guess I just got worried that my question from earlier today had upset you. You seemed really shocked by it and I can’t stop thinking that I did something wrong by mentioning it.”

It took your brain a second to catch up with what she was saying, but when it did, you breathed a sigh of relief and proceeded to wrap her up in a tight hug.

“Oh, my baby girl, you don’t need to worry about that.” You assured her, kissing the top of her head. “It did surprise me when you asked it, but not in a bad way, and I’d certainly never get upset with you for voicing anything like that out loud. You didn’t do anything wrong and I am so sorry if my reaction made you think that you had.” You gave her another tight squeeze. “I don’t ever want you to feel like you can’t ask me things or be open with me about your thoughts and feelings. You understand?”

You felt her relax, lean into the embrace and nod in confirmation. “Thanks, Mama.” She said, nuzzling her head under your chin and you could hear the smile in her voice. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Always and forever.”

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You were in the midst of folding some of the laundry when Kai finally walked into the bedroom and he flashed you a tired smile as he came over to plant a small kiss on the apple of your cheek, one of the few physical touches you permitted him. You weren’t sure why you allowed it, in fact, you couldn’t even really remember when exactly you had started to allow it, but it never really seemed like a big deal, so it continued.

“How was your day?” He asked, his tone sounding exhausted, but he seemed content as he took a pile of the folded clothes from you and walked over to start depositing them in the drawers of one of the dressers.

“Same as usual.” You replied, hanging another one of his shirts on a hanger to put in his closet later and hoping he wouldn’t pick up on the strained nervousness in your voice. “How about yours, did the meeting go well?”

You saw his back go rigid for half a second before he resumed sorting the clothes into their respective drawers. “No.” He replied tightly. “Tensions were high, insults were thrown, and it ended… badly for them.”

You knew that particular phrase was code for ‘they did something to piss me off and now they’re all dead’. It was a notion you wished wholeheartedly that you weren’t so familiar with, especially not when it was an aspect of life your own son was going to have to face and deal with one day when he really started to learn the ropes from Kai, but it was undeniably a part of your life that you had, sadly, just gotten used to. And you hated yourself even more when you felt yourself biting back a small smile, because you knew exactly what it was that had put him on edge and set him off today.

You truly hadn’t meant to let his name slip out last night, but you couldn’t stop yourself from remembering the way his cock used to fill you up so perfectly, and you had been so deep in the fantasy that it had just rolled off your tongue without a second thought.

Kai had well and truly ruined you forever, you couldn’t even get off anymore without thinking of him or having him in the room with you. You knew how wrong it all was, how sick it made you, and you’d certainly berated yourself enough for it over the years. Every time you let your thoughts drift to him when you touched yourself, you hated yourself for not feeling as guilty about it as you probably should have. Every time you watched and listened to him fuck himself with his own hand, with your name on his lips, you felt yourself rising higher and higher to new forms of self loathing because you know your continued participation in, whatever this was between the two of you, was all the encouragement he needed. It was wrong on so many levels, but at some point in the last few years, you weren’t sure when exactly, you had completely given up on trying to quell those feelings and desires. It didn’t make you feel any less guilty about it after the fact, but you eventually learned that, in order to hold onto your sanity, you needed to take what comforts you could in your situation.

And physical touch had been the start of it.

You fought off that need for contact as long as you could, that urge you felt to be held in a strong embrace, and not just anyone’s arms, but his, in Kai’s specifically. And it all came to a head that night, when he’d told you about his adoptive father’s passing and you’d opened up your arms to him for the first time. You told yourself that it was mutually beneficial, that you’d get to have that itch scratched a little and you wouldn’t have to explain your reasoning too much because it could be written off as an act of compassion for the grieving father of your children. It was a win-win situation all around… or it should’ve been, if you weren’t so weak.

The familiarity of his warm body pressing against you like that had been like a balm that you hadn’t even realized you’d needed and missed until that moment.

You told yourself that you would secretly enjoy it only for as long as the night allowed and then you’d go cold turkey again, but when that next evening rolled around and the itch only grew worse, you couldn’t stop yourself from doing it again, and again, and again. Every night, for months afterward, you told yourself that it would be the last, but the last night never came, and after a while, you stopped trying to fool yourself all together.

But reacquainting yourself with the intimate feel of Kai’s body during these nightly embraces had the unfortunate side effect of slowly reawakening yet another urge you now seemed wholly incapable of controlling.

Your libido.

When you caught Kai in the act of getting himself off that day in his office, you suddenly realized that your memory did him a great disservice. You had forgotten just how thick he was, even when compared against the size of his own large hand, the way his face looked when he was lost in pleasure, how he would grit his teeth as he tried to hold back his orgasm for as long as possible, even the way his eyes would glaze over and grow heavy lidded when release finally washed over him, all of those details were pale and drab within the confines of your memory. You’d been so desperate to get away, not just because you were disgusted with him and knowing he was watching what could only be his own personal spank-bank material featuring you and he, but because you had a brief thought that maybe you should just put yourself out of your misery and go climb into his lap and sink down on his cock. That thought, no matter how fleeting it might have been, was too much for you to handle and made you feel so unbelievably dirty.

You’d tried to ignore it, had tried to suppress that freshly reawakened feeling for the remainder of the day, but it just got worse and worse as the day wore on. Because unlike Kai, you hadn’t taken the time to get yourself off in the years since Kazue was born, not even once.

Once you were no longer being forced to endure an overwhelming amount of sexual stimulation, you found that you just had no desire to partake in it of your own accord for quite some time. That’s not to say the urge wasn’t there, you just didn’t have the mindset to want to indulge it. Kai’s treatment of your body had left you feeling disgusted with yourself. You knew that it wasn’t true and none of it had been your fault, but all the same, you still felt used and dirty. The day you woke up after your accident and Kai informed you of his decision to end all the intimacy of your relationship, you had accused him of being a sex addict, but for a while there afterwards, you didn’t feel like you were much better.

And the weeks and months following the accident had been… difficult, to say the least.

Without Kai’s hands constantly grabbing for you in his usual touch-starved manner, you almost felt more naked than all the times before when he’d actually had you bare before him. Intimacy with him had become such a common and expected occurrence in your day to day life, and when it suddenly stopped so abruptly, you honestly hadn’t been too sure what to do or how to feel. No matter how uncomfortable and unwanted the feeling was, no matter how much you tried telling yourself that it wasn't true, you genuinely felt like you had no other value outside of what pleasures your body could offer him.

But that one night, after spending the whole day with thoughts of him clouding your mind, all you had wanted was to make him suffer just the tiniest bit alongside you.

Your little stunt with the vibrator had been a risky gamble, and a small part of you had been understandably worried that it would backfire on you and cause him to snap. But a much larger part, that part that was now capable of silently admitting to yourself what a wonderful father he was, that was the piece of you that knew he wouldn’t do anything, that he’d likely never do anything to hurt you ever again.

If nothing else, Kai had proven himself in that regard at the very least these last few years, and…

“(Y/N)?”

You jerked back in surprise when you felt warm fingers brushing your cheek and came out of your engrossing thoughts to find Kai kneeling before you with a look of confused worry on handsome face.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” He asked gently. “I called out to you a few times, but you’ve just been staring blankly at that shirt you’re holding.”

You looked down to where he indicated at your hands and, sure enough, you had been wringing the fabric in your clammy hands so much that it was totally wrinkled and would need to be thrown back in the dryer for a few minutes.

Looking back up at him, you did your best to give him a reassuring smile and set the now wrinkled shirt aside and picked up another one to fold.

“I’m fine, I just have something on my mind, it’s nothing to worry about, I promise.” You told him, praying that he’d drop it and leave it alone, even as a small traitorous hope for the exact opposite bloomed in your chest when you remembered that this was Kai Chisaki you were dealing with, the man was completely incapable of dropping anything if he thought it was a hindrance on your well-being or mental state. His forceful pushiness might have mellowed out over the years, but just because his tactics had changed didn’t mean he hadn’t found other ways of getting you to talk to him about the things on your mind.

He stiffened a bit, probably not thrilled that you were keeping things from him, even if you told him they were inconsequential, but he nodded and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before slowly rising back up to his feet.

“If you’re sure, just know that I’m here if you want to talk about it.” He picked up the last little pile of clothes to put away in the drawers and walked back over to the dresser, but he continued to speak. “I know you usually talk to your sister about the things that trouble you, and what with our history together, I can’t reasonably blame you for not wanting to let me in, but I’d truly like for you to share your burdens with me, even if you think I won’t like what you have to say.”

The words he spoke rolled around in your mind at lightning speed for only a handful of seconds as you contemplated just how much what you were considering could fuck everything up for you and everyone else if it went sour, Kai included, but in the end, you found yourself unable to hold them back this time.

“Eri just asked me a question today that I wasn’t sure how to properly respond to, that’s all.”

You tried to say the sentence as nonchalantly as possible, but it still felt as if you blurted them out like utter word vomit and you cringed.

If Kai noticed or cared about that detail though, he didn’t even so much as show it, however, you could see a notable change in his posture, even with his back still turned he now had every single one of his senses trained on you, totally eager to listen to whatever it was you had to say, no matter how mundane or trivial it might be. You didn’t often talk to him about things that you found stressful or upsetting, even when those topics concerned the children, not unless you felt it was important for him to be made aware of. And you supposed this was probably one of those times, as you’d rather bring it up with him first before Eri had a chance to corner him with the same question.

“Oh?” He asked a bit breathlessly and chuckled awkwardly. “Please don’t tell me it’s time to give her ‘the talk’, because I’m not so sure I’m ready for that conversation either.” His attempt at humor to help ease you into the conversation was not lost on you and you couldn’t stop the small grateful smile that tugged at your lips as a result.

But you very quickly wiped the smile off of your face and squared your shoulders in preparation for the inevitable. There was no going back now, and this time, you didn’t let the pacing or tone of what you said next belie any of what you were truly feeling.

“She asked me if she was ever going to get another little sister?”

…

The entire world seemed to pause at that, waiting in stilled silence as the words you just spoke hung in the air between the two of you, and for the life of you, you couldn’t tell what his reaction was going to be. He was as tense and as rigid as a bowstring, but with his back turned towards you, you couldn’t see his facial expression to gauge how he might be feeling. So, you held your breath in anticipation and prayed with all your heart that telling him this wouldn’t prove itself to be a colossal mistake on your part.

When Kai did eventually speak, his voice sounded hoarse and breathless, the sound barely above a whisper. “What-” He cleared his throat as the words caught. “What did you tell her?”

You breathed a sigh of relief when he asked that and it was like a weight lifted off your shoulders.

“I told her the truth.” You said softly, fiddling with the buttons on the shirt in your hands. “I told her that it was something for me and you to discuss privately with each other.”

Kai also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at this and finally turned to face you. His expression was one of the softest you’d ever seen on him and his golden eyes were filled with such hope and stark longing that, had you been standing, it may very well have brought you to your knees. His own legs seemed to be shaking enough for the both of you anyway, and you briefly worried that he might just collapse then and there.

But he quickly pressed for you to go on, urging you to rip the bandaid off and cease the torment.

“And are we… discussing it?”

Before responding, you wondered how it had come to this. How in the span of a single day, you could go from loathing him, yourself, and all the things he made you feel for him, to smiling and wanting to talk about the absurdity of having another child with him, only for those feelings of contempt to circle back around and confuse you all the more. You shouldn’t want this, not with him at least, but you did. You never would have chosen to have your children with him, but now that he was their father, you would never leave or go back and change it, even if you were given the opportunity. Eri and Kazue loved and adored him, and if anything were to happen to him or take him away, it would break their hearts and you would never be able to endure that.

A therapist or even a more rational person might tell you that you had likely developed some form of Stockholm syndrome, and they would probably be right, but you were simply past the point of caring about that anymore. You would never be able to forgive him and forget about all he had done to you, and you were willing to acknowledge that you may come to regret this decision by the time morning came, but for now, this was what you wanted.

Taking a deep breath, you let the words go free and prepared yourself for what was to come, be it either good or bad.

“I want to have another baby, Kai.”

The look of absolute wonder and happiness that overtook his face was enough to make your heart flutter and you wholeheartedly expected him to rush for you, to grab up into his arms in a fit of joy and overzealous passion before dragging you to the bed to keep you there for the rest of the night.

But that’s not at all what happened…

Instead, an almost sad smile replaced the previous exuberance of his expression and he turned his back on you to continue putting away the laundry of all things, while you were left reeling from the confusion of it.

But Kai didn’t leave you in the dark regarding his unexpected behavior for very long at least as his next words answered the unspoken question.

“We’ll go and talk to Dr.Takani tomorrow and see what can be done.” He said, his tone far too even and nonchalant for it to be anything other than forced. “Our options might be limited since we can’t go to a hospital, but I promise we’ll figure out a way to make this happen.”

Your mouth was hanging open by this point and you didn’t even try to hold back the note of alarm that made your voice sound shrill and choked.

“What options? What are you talking about, Kai?”

Kai’s chuckle wasn’t one of amusement as he responded very bitterly. “Well, how else are we going to get you pregnant without IVF or artificial insemination?”

Your answer was immediate and without any hint of hesitation as you quietly whispered. “I just assumed we’d go about it the natural way… by having sex.”

You heard him let out a soft sound that was somewhere between a moan of pleasure fueled frustration, and a groan of pain as his hands went white knuckled gripping the top of the dresser.

“I-I’m sorry (Y/N), I just… I just can’t.”

…

The rejection, no matter how confusing and unexpected it was, shouldn’t have bothered you in the slightest, but it did, it really did. It tore something open in your chest that you weren’t sure could ever be repaired as tears, hot and shameful, burned your vision.

“You don’t want me…”

You didn’t intend to say it out loud, but you did, and you honestly weren’t sure if you meant for it to be taken as a question or as an accusation, but either way, it most certainly got a reaction out of him as Kai whirled around to face you, his face a mask of utter shock and confusion.

“What?!” He frantically replied. “Of course I still want you, how could you ever assume anything else after you’ve laid in bed with me and watched me stroke my cock I don’t even know how many times over the years?”

Now you were the one that was confused, even as a sense of uncomfortable relief settled over you at the knowledge that he still found you desirable.

“I don’t understand.” You whispered softly.

He looked as if he didn’t want to continue having this conversation at all, but he must have known that you wouldn’t drop it so easily, because he sighed in that particular way that told you he was about to tell you something that he thought you likely wouldn’t approve of.

“I want you, sweetheart, I want you so fucking bad it hurts, but I can’t have sex with you because I don’t trust myself to have the willpower to stop once you do get pregnant.” Was his quiet confession. “I told you before that if you ever came back to me for sex that things would go right back to the way they were, but over time, I’ve found I don’t want things to go back to that.” It was like the floodgates had opened and now that he had started, he couldn’t seem to stop. “I swear, I will do whatever it takes to give us another child if that is what you really want, but not at the expense of sacrificing all the progress we have made together these last few years.”

Your jaw was practically touching the floor, because that wasn’t at all what you had been expecting him to say, not that you had any idea what you were expecting in the first place, but it certainly wasn’t this level of selflessness.

Over time, you had come to accept and even appreciate that Kai did truly love you in his own way, and that he felt a great deal of genuine remorse for much of what he had put you through. Not all of it of course, there was only so much a person could do to grow and overcome the faults so deeply ingrained in them, but considering how things had started, this was a massive improvement. The old Kai would have taken full advantage of this situation and forced you to continue to have sex with him regardless of whether or not you only wanted it to go on just long enough for you to get pregnant. For him to turn down the opportunity to sleep with you after five years of celibacy, all because he didn’t want to risk turning back into that monster he had been, the monster you had hated so vehemently, it somehow made you all the more confident in your decision to end this standoff between the two of you.

Sex with Kai, as well as the prospect of having another child with him had both been subjects that were on your mind for far longer than you cared to admit, and in truth, you had settled on your decision a while ago, you just hadn’t been able to find the right time or way to broach the topic with him before now. But when Eri had so casually asked you her question today as you came into the kitchen to make some tea, you had known right away that now was as good a time as any. And your sweet, perfect daughter, who always knew how to help others, even when she wasn’t aware of it, had given you, not just a reason to bring it up, but the courage to do it as well.

Now you only needed to convince Kai that you wanted this just as badly as he no doubt did.

“And if I told you that I wouldn’t want it to stop even after I got pregnant?”

Kai shook his head and squeezed his eyes closed as he leaned back against the dresser for support. “Please don’t do this, (Y/N).” He quietly begged you, his voice straining as if he were in pain. “Not unless you are absolutely certain that this is what you want.”

You watched him for a long while, taking in the way he held himself back, all because he was scared that he might ruin the progress you and he had made together, and you suddenly knew what you needed to do.

By now, you knew that words alone weren’t going to be enough to convince him that you were confident in your decision on this matter, you were going to need to show him that you wanted him. So you didn’t give yourself the opportunity to second guess your choice in action as you stood up from the loveseat and slowly began stripping away articles of your clothing, piece by piece, never once breaking eye contact with him.

You had long since stopped being nervous or ashamed of your body and the way Kai would ogle it at every opportunity he was given, so even after five years, getting naked for him was an easy task, even if it should have made your skin crawl. You had once been indifferent to it, but not anymore, now you wanted his eyes on you, and wanted his hands and mouth and cock on and inside you even more.

He watched you now, every movement you made, with an all consuming intensity that had never been stronger, not even at the very beginning of all this madness. You once felt like he looked at you as nothing more than an object, like a doll or a piece of art, but not this time, now he looked at you dumbstruck, as if he was seeing you for the very first time. And you found you rather appreciated it now.

Once you were fully naked, it only took a handful of strides to reach him and you had to bite back a small smile at the way he gripped the top of the dresser even harder, like he was needing to fight for control of his own body, or else he’d lunge at you. You really wished he would, because you wanted him just as needy and desperate as you felt. You were so wet at this point, the moisture slicking up your thighs enough that Kai could likely already see the evidence of it himself. He wouldn’t even need to bother with the foreplay, though you wouldn’t object if he ended up needing to have a taste of you beforehand, you certainly wanted to taste him just as badly. You were surprised to realize that he had never insisted on the two of you trying out a sixty-nine position, so perhaps that’s something you could convince him to try with you later, once you’d taken him inside of you a few times.

Standing less than a foot away from him now, you had to tilt your head up to look at him, but not before taking a long and obvious look at the already hard and straining bulge in his pants before dragging your eyes up to meet the molten gold of his own.

“Can you honestly tell me that you don’t believe I know what I’m saying, Kai?” You quietly asked, your voice steady and strong, though breathy and full of want.

He swallowed thickly, the sound so audible that it may as well have been a curse word for all it gave away about what his decision would ultimately be.

“(Y/N)… I-” He dragged his gaze over every bare inch of your exposed body and you felt it like a caress on your skin. “Fuck…”

“I know who it is that I want.” Reaching out, you boldly placed your hand on his chest, just over his heart and rubbed your thumb back and forth against the spot as you took that final step forward and pressed yourself flush against him, your aching breasts and tender nipples pressing into his beautifully chiseled abdomen.

“And who I want, is you, Kai.”

—————

Kai was going to combust into flames, he was absolutely convinced that this conversation was going to be the final death of him and very soon his soul was going to be thrown down into some burning cell deep in the blackest pits of Hell.

He had never seen a more beautiful or seductive sight in all his life, and were it not for the way his cock positively throbbed in the confines of his pants, he might very well have thought he was dreaming this up right now. But none of his prior dreams about you, and there had been a lot of them over the years, none of them had ever been quite so vivid and true to life as this moment right here.

He had imagined this so many times before, each fantasy more beautiful and too painful to hope for than the last, and yet none of them could compare to the real thing.

The instant you’d mentioned having another baby, he’d felt his heart soar with unbridled happiness for one blinding moment, and then the fear had taken hold of him. The same fear that had plagued him every night since the first time you had been brave enough let him watch while you pleasured yourself beside him in bed, the fear that he would very soon lose control of himself and once again begin taking what he wanted from you by force. His decision to cut out all forms of intimacy with you for the last five years had been one of the hardest endeavors of his young life, but it had also been the most fulfilling. He’d never realized just how little he knew about you until he no longer had the haze of sex and carnal pleasure clouding his mind, and what he’d learned and witnessed had made him love you all the more. He still viewed you as his, he didn’t think he was capable of not feeling entitled to you, but the overwhelming sense of territorial possessiveness had lessened considerably over time.

He so desperately wanted to believe that he was capable of showing you the restraint and patience that you deserved, but he was truly terrified that one taste of you would be all it would take to undo the years of progress he’d made. Because if he took this step with you, and in the morning you said it was a mistake, he didn’t know what he’d do. The last time you willingly sought him out for sex had ended disastrously, not that you had any memory of what truly happened that day, but he did, and the thought that it could potentially happen again was terrifying to him.

However, he also knew you well enough to know just how stubborn you could be, and that you were always the type of person who would never willingly do or say things you didn’t mean. And the way you were looking at him right now, combined with the confidence in your tone and posture, it was cracking his already weak resolve.

So maybe, just maybe, if you, the one most harmed by all of this, were willing to set aside the past and try to move forward, perhaps he finally could as well.

“(Y/N)…” His breath hitched when your smile turned a little devious and you pressed your bare chest more firmly against him.

“Yes, Kai?” You asked sweetly.

Kai didn’t know where this teasing sensuality you were displaying had come from, but it was driving him mad. He wanted to touch you so badly, to drag his lips and hands over every single part of you and listen to you moan for him, to reacquaint himself with the familiarity of your beautiful body, and to see up close all the ways it had changed since you had first given birth. He was especially fascinated by the handful of stretch marks you had gained during and after your pregnancy. He knew you bore them on your breasts and stomach, but the ones he really wanted to see were the ones on your inner thighs. Those ones he had only ever caught brief glimpses of and he always fantasized about tracing them with his lips and tongue while he slowly made his way up to feast on your sweet and needy little cunt.

But, before he could even consider getting to any of that, he needed to make sure that this is what you truly wanted, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

“You’re sure this is what you really want?” He whispered. “I swear to you, sweetheart, I won’t hold it against you if you say ‘no’. We can find another way for you to get pregnant that doesn’t involve crossing this line, but if we do this, you need to know that I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to show this same kind of restraint again if you change your mind in the morning or even later on down the road.” He paused and took a deep steadying breath before continuing. “I don’t want to be that monster you knew me as ever again, (Y/N). So if you have any doubts about this decision, then I beg of you, please, back out now, before this situation has the chance to escalate past the point of no return.”

There, he’d said what he needed to say, and now the ball was in your court, the decision was now yours to make, the way it always should have been, and he quietly waited with baited breath, both eager and hesitant at the same time to learn what your final response was going to be, and thankfully, you weren’t cruel enough to make him wait for too long to hear what that response was.

—————

You slid your hands up his body until one cupped his cheek and the other rested at the back of his neck, then you flashed him another soft smile as your eyes darkened with raw want and desire, desire for him.

“Kai, my answer is still the same; I want you.” Your thumb traced lazy circles on the back of his neck while you continued to speak, and the way he practically melted into your touch sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “The fact that you are so concerned about potentially hurting me and regressing back into your old habits is enough to give me confidence that you won’t. I trust you to take care of me and to respect my limits in a way you never did before, and if I ever feel like it’s too much or that I can’t take it, I promise I’ll let you know and we’ll figure it out together.”

You watched him close his eyes and slowly exhale a few seconds later, all the tension leaving his body at once as one of his hands reached up to rest over top of your own. He gently squeezed your fingers and turned his face into your still open palm to lay a kiss there, and you could have sworn he was breathing you in while he did it. The you from five years ago would have found the display annoying and disgusting, but the you of the present couldn’t seem to adequately focus on anything past the pounding of your own heartbeat sounding in your ears and the unbearable ache pulsating between your legs as Kai turned his ravenous gaze back to yours.

Once again you were expecting him to leap upon you with five years worth of pent up passion and need, and once again he thoroughly surprised you by finding yet another way to stall what you now knew was an undeniable inevitability as he shifted to pull out his phone and scroll for a number before bring it up to his ear.

The whole while, his eyes never left yours and they all but screamed the one single word that you knew your own were echoing back…

Finally.

—————

Kai’s hyper focused attention never once left your face as he pulled out his phone and selected the first number on his speed-dial list.

It rang three times before the recipient answered, and Kai was far too preoccupied to even care as he watched the tip of your pretty little tongue slip out to wet your lips, lips he soon planned to have his own against, and possibly wrapped around his cock later, if you were willing.

“Hello?”

Hari’s voice sounded raspy and breathless as he answered and Kai didn’t need more than one guess to know what must be causing it so late into the evening, especially with Rappa out of town at the moment.

Under normal circumstances, he might have been jealous or even envious over such a fact, but considering why he was making this call to his second in the first place, he couldn’t bring himself to give two flying shits this time. As long as his order was fallowed to the letter, Hari could still be sliding his cock between your sisters legs for all the fucks he had to give, all he cared about at the moment was passing along his message and turning his full attention back onto you.

“I need you to personally handle everything we have going on for the next week.” He quietly ordered, smirking down at you when your eyes widened and you mouthed back the words, ‘a week’. “Reschedule, shuffle things around, go to the meetings and distributions in my place; I don’t care what you have to do to make it happen, but I don’t want to hear one word about our business or dealings for the next seven days, not unless the issue is of apocalyptic proportions. Have I made myself clear, Chrono?”

Kai knew that Hari likely wanted to ask a series of questions, and he no doubt would the next time they saw each other, but for now, he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut and simply do as he was told.

“Yes, I understand.” His second in command responded obediently, but with obvious confusion. “I’ll see to it that you are left completely undisturbed for as long as you wish, and I’ll make sure everyone else is aware of it as well and the consequences that will come if they disregard the order.”

“Good.” Was all Kai said before he ended the call and tossed his phone aside with a careless flick of the wrist, and all the while his attention never strayed away from you. In fact, it only seemed to grow more intense with every passing second as he debated on whether or not he should be the one to make the first move and end this rather enticing stare down the two of you were having.

Thankfully though, and much like all of this evening so far, you took the decision right out of his hands as you smiled up at him and said the words that ripped open the floodgates.

“Well then, Kai, you have an entire week away from work to spend with me.” You said, your voice light and teasing as you pressed ever closer to him, stretching up on the tips of your toes to brush your lips against his own trembling mouth. “Whatever shall we do to pass the time?”

—————

Hari’s confusion was near palpable as he stared down at the dark screen of his phone wondering what in the hell that was all about. It wasn’t like Kai to take that much time away from work and the organization, and if there was some kind of emergency in the compound or with you or the children, his phone would have already been blowing up about it.

So what then could it be?

“Are you so obtuse that you can’t see what this is?”

Hari looked over to the other side of the bed and frowned to see that (Name) was already in the process of getting dressed to leave and the now familiar disappointment that followed that realization was more than enough to make him temporarily forget about Kai’s mysterious order.

“You’re leaving already?” He asked, not caring if he sounded like a petulant child.

“Yes.” Your sister responded, rolling her eyes as she wiggled herself back into her pants and proceeded to put on her bra. “I’m likely going to be responsible for the kids for the majority of the week, and I’d like to get some sleep tonight.”

Hari cocked his head, still confused. “Why do you think that?”

She raised one eyebrow and gave him an expression that just screamed, ‘Are you fucking serious right now?’. It was a look he’d grown accustomed to receiving from her over the years and somehow, it always sent a spike of pleasure zinging through him. He’d never admit it aloud, but he rather enjoyed letting her dominate him in bed and take the lead on occasion. Unlike Kai, he didn’t always feel an overwhelming urge to be in control of all things at every moment of the day, and he’d never been shy about being upfront with his bedroom partners in that regard. It just so happened that the woman standing before him now was perfectly comfortable with such things. Of course, he wasn’t at all opposed to being the one in charge either, but when he spent everyday ordering others around, it was something of a relief to not have to worry about it once in a while and be the one getting pampered.

“Because him and my sister are, in all likelihood, currently in the process of fucking each other’s brains out as we speak.” She replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Come on, you must have picked up on the way they’ve been eye-fucking one another at every opportunity they get lately, they haven’t exactly been subtle about it.”

Hari’s facial expression didn’t give it away, but as the words settled over him, he had to admit that he felt rather inept for not having thought of it himself. There were only so many things that could pull Kai away from his duties for such a long period of time, and if all was well with Eri and Kazue, then your sister was right, the only other option was you.

“What do you think brought this on?” He asked casually, hoping that if he kept her talking long enough, he might just be able to convince her to stay for another round, or even the whole night.

“Hard to say.” She was currently in the process of looking for her socks and shoes as she went on. “But I’m betting it probably has something to do with Eri asking for a little sister and (Y/N) having baby fever.”

At the mention of pregnancy, Hari couldn’t help but imagine what (Name) would look like all round and full with his own child and he silently wondered if she herself ever had thoughts of being a mother. But he shook those thoughts away, there was no point in dwelling on them at the moment, especially since she’d gotten an IUD a few years ago and was still more than regularly sharing herself with Rappa.

The thought of the lumbering buffoon and the following wave of jealousy was enough to soften his cock when he remembered that she never had any qualms about sharing a bed with Rappa afterwards, but never did so with him.

“Why don’t you stay here tonight instead of going back downstairs?” He quickly suggested it before he could rethink the offer. He could already see that she was opening her mouth to object, but he interjected before she could even get the words out. “Just to sleep.” He clarified, raising his hand in a peaceful gesture. “I know you prefer your room downstairs, but if you have to spend the week up here in the house anyway, why not stay here with me tonight and we can get you a room set up near the children tomorrow .”

(Name) didn’t say a word to him for a few long moments and just as he was about to rescind the offer, she finally spoke.

“I suppose that could work.” She said, eyeing him wearily.

Hari felt his face beginning to light up, only to have that joy dim just the slightest bit when she continued on.

“But I’m sleeping with my shirt and underwear on, and I am sure as fuck not going to cuddle with you. You stay on your side and I’ll stay on mine, got it?” She spat, her tone leaving no room for arguments or anything else as she stiffly began taking her clothes off again.

Despite his disappointment that he wouldn’t get to feel her in his arms tonight, Hari still couldn’t keep the small smile off his face as he watched her strip and stiffly climb back into the bed and wiggle under the covers.

Perhaps there was some hope for him after all, and he’d just need to take some baby steps to get there.

—————

Buttery soft sunshine was what you awoke to, but it was the soft kisses being left all along your shoulders and the back of your neck that kept you from dozing back off into peaceful slumber.

You smiled in contentment and lifted your arm, reaching it behind you to tangle your fingers in the soft chestnut strands of Kai’s hair while you arched your back in a small stretch, making extra certain that your bare ass rubbed against his already straining cock in the process.

“Good morning.” You whispered, your voice still thick with sleep and a tad bit hoarse from all the moaning and screaming you’d done the night before, even as your body fully responded to his gentle ministrations.

You felt him smile in response and his grip on your hip tightened as he groaned, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck and grinding his pelvis against the plump cheeks of your ass.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” He moaned, and opened his mouth to suck on the soft skin just below your ear. His hips were already picking up a steady rhythm as he slid his cock up and down between your ass cheeks and you pushed back with equal fervor. “I’ll never be able to get enough of you, my love, never.”

You shifted to roll over onto your back and look up at him, smiling as he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your lips. The sunlight streaming in through the windows highlighted him like a halo and made it seem as though his golden eyes were sparkling, although, from the blissfully happy smile on his face, that sparkle may not have been entirely a trick of the light.

The previous night had been wonderful and amazing, it had been everything you wanted and yet nothing like what you had expected. You had anticipated being tossed down on the bed and fucked hard and fast like a bitch in heat for the first few times, because there were definitely multiple rounds, but instead, Kai had been insistent on treating you with such tender love and care. He asked you at every opportunity throughout the night if what he was doing was to your liking, not because he wanted your enthusiasm to help inflate his ego, but because he just genuinely wanted to make sure you were comfortable with everything he did. From the way he kissed you, to every position he put you in, every new-not-new action was followed through only after he had received your verbal consent. It was very much appreciated, but after a while, you had gotten so amusingly annoyed by it that you had at point told him that if he did so one more time, you’d gag him with your underwear.

The look of shock that had overtaken his face had been purely priceless, as had been the uproarious laughter that had erupted from him a few moments afterwards.

“How are you feeling this morning?” He asked cautiously, no doubt worried you might have come to regret your decision while in the cold light of the day.

You grinned up at him fiendishly. “A little sore and stiff, but it’s in all the best ways possible, so I don’t mind.”

Kai frowned a bit, pulling back the blanket to scan your body from head to toe, as if he expected to find your body littered with bruises and other injuries. Then he turned his eyes back towards your own and you could easily see the lingering guilt that shined there. It would be some time yet before he felt relieved enough to let go of it, if ever let go of it at all.

“You’re sure you’re alright?” He repeated. “You can tell me, I promise I won’t be angry.”

“I’m sure.” Then you lifted your arms, opening them up and motioning for him to return to them. “Now would you please come back over here, I was enjoying those cuddles.”

Kai, for his part, was convinced that this all must be a dream, a very wonderful one to be sure, but still a dream. But as he slipped back into the warm cradle of your arms and felt you begin your usual habit of tracing teasing lines and patterns across his back with the tips of your fingers, he knew this was real. Somehow, you had found it in your heart to try and move past the horrible things he’d done in order to have a fresh start with him. He knew you hadn’t necessarily forgiven him, he wasn’t even sure he deserved this second chance, let alone forgiveness, not when he couldn’t entirely forgive himself, but if this is what you wanted, then he would happily accept whatever bits of yourself you wanted to bestow upon him.

The two of you laid there in peaceful silence for quite some time, occasionally running a hand over one another or laying kisses wherever your lips could reach, just to remind one another that this was indeed real and not some fantasy.

“What are you thinking about?” Kai asked softly when you had been silent for longer than usual.

The two of you had switched positions at one point and now you were the one resting your head on Kai’s broad pectoral, still idly tracing patterns on the skin of his stomach and smiling devilishly whenever his hips would jerk and his cock gave a noticeable twitch. It wouldn’t take too much effort to slip a little further down and wrap your lips around him, and had he not just asked you a question, you would have done just that without a moment's hesitation.

“Nothing really, just thinking about how much I lo-”

The words slipped out so naturally that you almost didn’t catch yourself in time.

Both of you stiffened and the room went deathly quiet as the gravity of what you almost finished saying hit you both like a freight train. Your mind was in a tizzy, trying to come up with every line in existence to excuse what it was you almost just said. You don’t even know where the words came from, they just slipped out so smoothly, like saying it was the easiest thing you’d ever done.

As if they were true!

But they weren’t true, they couldn’t be true…

Could they?

Yes, you had grown to care for and appreciate Kai as the father of your children and even as a companion, enough so that you wanted to have more children with him, but that didn’t mean you… felt that way about him… did it?

“(Y/N)?” Kai called out your name softly, pulling you from your wild and chaotic thoughts.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I couldn’t quite make out what you were saying. Can you repeat that for me?” He asked with forced casualness.

You were so blindsided and confused that it took a moment for you to recognize what was happening, but when you did, the painful tension drained away in an instant as you realized what he was doing.

Kai was offering you an out, to chance to back away from this topic for the time being, until you were ready to face it, IF you were ever ready to face it.

You wished wholeheartedly that you weren’t such a fucking coward, but so much had happened in so short a time between the two of you, and dealing with this, on top of everything else, was just asking for too much.

So you took that out, shelving the topic to be addressed at another time… or possibly never.

You cleared your throat. “I… I was only saying that I love… love what a wonderful father you are.” You said quietly, and patted yourself on the back that at least you were able to admit this truth. “Mistakes of the past or not, you always take such good care of them, of us, and I can’t thank you enough for that.”

Kai’s arms tightened around you instantly as he laid a gentle kiss to the top of your head, breathing in your delectable scent, now mingled with his own. “I will always take care of you. The three of you, hopefully soon-to-be four, are my whole world. I love you all from the bottom of my heart, and I will spend the rest of my life proving that to you, even if it kills me in the process. I swear it, my love.”

Your answering nod was all he needed to know you understood and believed him, and soon, the two of you once again lapsed back into that easy and comfortable silence, basking in the morning sun and perfectly content to let the future play out however it saw fit to do so.

And while you might not ever be able to say those three little words back to him, that was fine, because for now, this was all either of you needed.

The End

That is a wrap folks! Purity is officially completed!

3 years, 30 chapters, and nearly 200k words later and I honestly can’t believe I managed to finally finish it! It has been one hell of a ride from start to finish, and I just want to thank all of you for the absolutely amazing support you all have shown throughout the entire process. Whether you’ve been here from the very beginning or if you came in halfway through, or even if you’ve only just now found this, thank you all from the bottom of my heart.

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So, to conclude, if ever there was a time to let me know your thoughts on the story as a whole, now is that time. I know this kinda happy/bittersweet ending might seem very lackluster and an ill-fit for what this fic started out as, but I hope that everyone who reads it can find at least a few satisfying conclusions throughout it. But this is how I always intended for the story to end and I, as the writer, am very pleased with it, and to me, that’s really all that matters. 😊

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