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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓.

Warning : obsessed! Yandere! Psycho! Kazutora x fem!reader. Stalker! Kazutora, kinda pervy, smut, dirty talk, manipulation.

Word count : 2950

Note : This was absolutely not planned, moreover ( shame on me ) I forgot about this baby's birthday, so I wanted to make it up lol. + It's not proof head, please I was too tired so if you see any mistakes, just close your eyes lol

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you wrapped your arms around your body, providing yourself the heat that your white short nightgown could not. Pressing your forehead to the door, you cursed yourself for not thinking about buying one with a peephole.

It was irrational, you were way too grown for such fears.

But after weeks of feeling watched, of checking if the door was locked every ten minutes, of avoiding to close your eyes under the shower, scared to see someone standing there...

After this mind-blowing paranoia, hearing a quiet knock on your front door at two am surely was not the most reassuring thing.

-" What 'm gonna do... " You whispered to yourself, but oh he heard you.

Every decibel of your quivering voice breathed life into him, there you were, finally, after weeks. He could easily imagine the face you were making, little frown between your brows and a trembling lower lip, but it was normal, right ? Days were spent studying your beautiful face, how could he forget ?

-" C'mon, love. I can tell you're inside, you forgot to turn the lights all down... "

The sob that traversed the door pierced his heart arrow-like, he loathed this sound, why were you crying ? Why were you afraid ? It was only him, you've been seeing him for almost more than a year, foolish.

-" Hanemiya-San... What're you doing here ?" Your trembling hand leaned on the door, as a mean to keep you steady. Knowing that it was him behind your door, fear was a serpent biting your skin, injecting something else through your blood, something that was... Beyond the meer fear.

-" Haven't I told you to call me 'Tora ? " He tilted his head, though you could not see him. His hand reached the doorknob, moving it in vain. " Just wanted to see you, ya know ? Like you promised before I was released. "

You closed your teary eyes, trying to keep your breaths as deep as possible. That stupid promise, you only made it not to upset him, you would've never thought he would remember you after he got out of jail.

-" Hanemiya-"

-" I said. 'Tora. "

-" Tora..." You bit your lower lip, his stern voice making you shiver to the spine. " This is an inconvenient hour to visit your therapist. "

-" You promised. " He went on interrupting you again, like during all those hours of therapy in jail. How foolish from you to think he was cured. " You promised you'd come to see me at the petshop, and I waited. I waited but you never came. "

He was sick, and you knew you owned him nothing.

Then why did you felt so dirty ? What was guilt doing in there ?

There was a deep silence where you could hear him breathing behind the door, you, as quietly as possible reached for the phone, and slowly started moving your shaky fingers above the screen, heart beating loud. He was silent, too silent...

Fine, all you had to do was to press the call button, and whisper your address.

-" Tell me, tiger. Who you tryna call ?"

You froze, your finger above the screen too.

-" It's a quarter past two, can anyone hear you scream right now ? "

Your hand holding the phone began shaking stronger, sobs escaping your lips in a broken rhythm, he'd lie if he said the sound didn't tore his chest up.

Pressing his forehead to the door, he whispered in a honey-coated voice, closing his eyes.

-" go ahead, put the phone down. You know I'd rather rip my chest open than hurt you, don't be a fool, babydoll".

Why had his words to be so skilled ? Slipping between your skin like bacteria, infecting you. Breathing slowly, you put down the phone, because somewhere inside your twisted little mind, you knew he would never actually hurt you.

-" That's my good girl... " He praised, it only accentuated your fear, how could he be so aware of everything? " Now open this door, let me in "

You shook your head as if he could see you, whimpering from fear, fisting the lace lingerie you were wearing.

-" Uh-uh ? You really gonna let me outside in my birthday ? Remember last year ? You were the first to wish me a happy birthday. What changed ?"

Flashbacks of your first days working at the prison flickered in your mind, it was only a coincidence, seeing his birth date on his file and wishing him a happy birthday in your usual cheerful smile. Who would've thought it would lead to such a toxic vicious thing ?

-" If I let you in, you promise you'll leave after I wish you a happy birthday?"

How cute, your little voice inquired with such insecurity. His fleshy lips stretched a small smile.

-" I promise I'll leave as soon as you want me to. "

How foolish of you, to let the devil lure you into his incongruous sins. The sound of the door unlocking revived him, and soon, like a wounded puppy, your shape started appearing behind the opening door.

And there you were, creeping into him like the sun under a half drawn window shade. In your little white nightie, intoxicatingly innocent, an angel, indeed. Letting the devil in, letting him get a smell of the paradise he would never get when he passed by you to enter your living room.

-" Here you go. I wish you a happy birthday, 'Tora. " You tried faking a smile, but nor was he dumb neither blind to not notice how you were fisting your own cloth from fear, he tilted his head to the side.

And you hated yourself for this, for not being able to take your eyes off of him.

-" Why are you so afraid of me ?"

He made a step to approach you, the only one required so his chest now was bumping into yours, and you had to lift your head to look him in the eyes, you gulped down.

-" I'm not afraid, you're just... too close. Please,step back. "

Kazutora smiled, a breathed chuckle passing his lips. How enticing was that sound.

-" then why do you smell of fear, tiger ?"

Goosebumps woke your skin up, while two of his fingers slipped under the straps of your nightie, pushing them down and uncovering your shivering shoulder.

-" Hm ? What other than fear could have ya shaking on me this way ?"

God have mercy on you, you were getting drunk on shots of poison, and he was throwing back shots of love. Every inch of your skin was getting a whiplash from that wicked game.

The rules were his, but you were, willingly playing his game, which made him smile and approach his lips from your ear.

-" Now isn't rude from you, ignoring me for weeks ?"

The way your doe-like eyes stared up at him almost made him drop the act, but he kept going, appreciating how his lips grazed your cheek with each word.

-" You promised we'd stay in touch. D'you know how lost I was, thrown in the big world after years of captivity?"

Why'd you let his words enslave you ? Pull you by the calve deep in his traps?

Why in hell was the sound of him being so desperate for you so addictive ? Was it pride ? Or was it the year spent laughing and talking to him during therapy?

-" I... I never meant to... "

-" But you did, love. " Abruptly, his hand flew to your back and pressed you flat against his chest, he buried his head in your neck and you gasped.

-" You did, I thought there was someone out there who finally cared for me, what a fool... "

-" No !"

Hiding his smirk, he pulled away from your neck and gave you a fake surprised look by how your voice rose. Hesitantly, your hands found his cheeks, giving him the most delicious stare his starved heart craved.

-" I do care for you, 'Tora. "

How of an innocent flower you were, only waiting for someone as selfish as him to pick you up. How lucky has he been, getting assigned to the new young therapist in the prison, so naive, always so willing to help, so easy to manipulate...

-" Hm ? I'm dying to believe you, tiger. But ghosting me for weaks is really not the best way to care, I'm afraid. "

You were far from being stupid, you felt how every piece of you drifted, each fleeting further away like trailing dust that the harsh wind quickly swept away. And though Kazutora Hanemiya came in a glass bottle with warning label, your immense heart made you drink it with closed eyes.

-" I care for you. " You repeated, he closed his eyes slightly, feeling his heart sinking in his chest at your gentle touch. " Let me show you I do... Please "

A shaky breath escaped his lips, as you approached your face to his.

Then you took his lips in the kindest touch he had ever known, breathing fresh air into his tired yearning soul. He grunt against your mouth, hands traveling to your sides and pressing you further against him.

You whimpered, the perfect opportunity for him to slip his tongue in your mouth, tasting you like he always dreamed of and pulling shaky moans out of you.

The next minutes were an intoxicating fog, suffocating you with his cologne from everywhere. And the next thing you knew, he pulled off your nightgown as a page he wanted to turn, welcoming your bare skin as the most thrilling new page he was dreaming of writing, marking.

-" You don't know what you do to me, angel. God, I crave nothing more than eating you alive... "

You cried out, because soon his hands gripped your sides and started moving your naked cunt against the bulge in his boxers, your clit throbbing from the friction and dampening his underwear, whilst he was sitting on your bed with your on his lap.

-" Fuck, you're doing right, tiger. Make a mess on daddy"

-" 'Tora more... Sh- I can't- !" You clung to his shoulders, trying to gain more friction by rubbing your clit against him. Kazutora swallowed a deep breath, a bruising hold in your skin as he leaned in to kiss your lips again.

-" What a naughty girl I have, pretending you don't want this and now ? Look how soaked you are ".

-" Oh yes, yes 'm close !" You screamed when his hand reached for your breasts to play with your nipple, he could testify your body was the prettiest thing he never deserved seeing, the moon to his deep water.

-" then go 'head, cum on me, make me hear all the pretty sounds you can make ".

And as you came undone above him, throwing your head back and exposing your perfect neck to him, he leaned in and began peppering kisses all over you, and he knew.

There in his hand, he held his death. Because loving you would certainly be the death of him, and he felt like holding your hand with one foot in the grave.

- " 'Tora, need ta... " Your voice shook above him, coming down from your orgasm. He placed yet another kiss on your left breast, right above your heart

-" Yes ? Tell me what you need, Love. "

-" Need you inside, wanna... Wanna make you feel good, wanna show you I care... "

Now wasn't it pretty that he had you he wanted you ? Consuming you like a cigarette as you willingly light yourself up for him.

Or maybe were you the nicotine ? Poisoning his lungs when he thought he was smoking you ?

Either way, with a single kiss, a single breath his body was humming, and the promise to be complete caressed him when he aligned his tip with your dripping entrance.

-" Oh shit-" he cursed at the feeling of your tightening walls around him, slipping inside. " Pussy's been waiting for me, I see ? So good, baby, so tight".

Your insides swallowed him, as easily as you swallowed his lies. And with every thrust in you, waves of repetition became part of addiction. Your hands were holding into him as if you were not his anchor amidst his madness, and your lips resting on his cheeks felt like home, when all his life he has been an outcast everywhere.

Wrong, so wrong it felt right.

Eyeing your bouncing breasts whilst you rode his cock, Kazutora threw his head back, hands holding you afraid you'd disappear anytime. It was all too much, suffocating, deliciously intoxicating, your sight, your skin, your scent.

-" Shit, tiger... Got no idea how much I've been holding back f'ya"

Too drunk in the feeling of your second orgasm coming right away, you only moaned his name, therefore his hand flew to your neck, squeezing it slightly.

-" Use your words, pretty. Or I might just find another use to these... Pretty lips of yours. "

The heat building up in your core began exploding with his hand choking you, shame was water under the bridge as the only thing important now was that damn serotonin's feeling in your guts.

-" Don't... Don't hold back, 'Tora... Ah! gimme all of you"

-" Hell yeah, I will " he thrusted heavenly hard inside you, making you cry out reaching your high. " I'm gonna ruin you. So, so good. Carve inside you how much I fucking love you ".

-" Oh 'Tora... " You were pretty spent, head falling on his shoulder, letting him use you like a ragdoll until he felt his end near. He brought your head back, still holding your neck to look into your eyes.

How pretty, all fucked up for him. Your passion sinking deep in his skin.

-" Gonna let me fill you up with my cum, right ?"

Your eyes widened, the idea, like all from Kazutora seeping through every pore of you.

- " can I come inside my love's tight little pussy ? Mark you mine ?" He couldn't help it, leaning against you to place kisses along your skin, inhaling your perfume.

-" You mine, right ? Gonna let me keep ya all to myself ?"

-" Yes... Yes please. Just, just do it. " You pleaded, his words already building up something new in your chest.

His silly smile stretched to his big golden eyes, Kazutora pressed your bare chest to his, grunting at the feeling of your perking nipples against his torso.

-" Such a good girl, my good little girl... I'm gonna love you better than anyone ever have."

Oh he would, he promised, as his cum filled you and he felt himself floating high.

Because it was the kind of love he never knew, never deserved.

And you were the lover he let carry his heart between your teeth.

Waiting for you either to swallow, or spit him.

I wrote this on a whim, again. I just hope it's not too rushed, and I wish a happy birthday to our pretty psycho again !

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