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darkmermaidao3 · 8 months ago

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Chapter Seven Clarity (Bonten Sanzu)

Minors do not interact 18+ fic

Warnings and things: Coercion, Manipulation, Profanity, Sexual Themes, Pet Names, Mentions of Controlled Substances, Brief Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Rape/NonCon, Mentions of Drugging, Implied Kidnapping, Yandere Thoughts/Behavior.

Flashbacks are in pink text!

His head cocked to the side, a single finger dragging lightly along her arm until it reached her shoulder, brushing strands of snow off behind her so he didn’t have a single thing obscuring his line of sight, taking in the soft features of her sleeping face. Sanzu couldn’t be sure what the time was, not that he cared to begin with, he knew he’d been awake for quite some time, his sleep schedule had been nonexistent even before the instance where he’d been shot and trying to get on something consistent was proving to be a challenge. However, his pretty little doctor was regularly lying down for bed around eleven since they’d settled in at her house and he wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to see the usual pink blush spread over her cheeks when his arm would wrap around her to hold her through the night. He was undoubtedly making progress with her, more than he’d anticipated he would this early on and needless to say, he was thoroughly enjoying cat and mouse like he’d hoped he would.

‘Shy little thing.’

He couldn’t count the number of times that she’d blushed over the course of their time in her home, eyeing him bashfully and making half-hearted attempts to avoid his advances; the only time she’d truly stood her ground against him had been over the new pain medication she’d switched him to after the morphine. He hadn’t expected her to argue against him, nor threaten him as she had, she’d refused to budge about how large of a dose he could have and wouldn’t even consider hearing him out about his tolerance. It’d taken quite literally every ounce of willpower he possessed not to strangle her in the moment when all he wanted was to wrap his hand around her pretty little throat and squeeze until she was gasping for air, watch panic fill her doe eyes as she struggled against him, watch the moment of acceptance where she’d give up because she couldn’t overpower him. Those moments were some of his favorites, he yearned to see the panic and fear on people’s faces when they knew they were going to die, and Bonten’s number two had never had to hold himself back; this time he had for the sake of his plans.

He'd gone about making attempts to coerce the woman and he’d been sure that it would work, the way she was forever looking at him had been the deciding factor and although he’d wanted to wait a while longer before going there, he’d been willing to if it meant he’d get the dose he needed to manage the pain. He’d been positive that he had her where he wanted her, she’d been looking at him with hearts in her eyes and silently begging him to give her what she wanted, her lavender pools dropping over and over to stare at one thing and one thing only, his lips. She’d wanted a kiss, something so simple that she could’ve made happen herself, but her reserved nature kept her from taking initiative, she hadn’t made a single move to suggest she wanted more than that from him and it’d been a sacrifice he’d been willing to make to get a larger dose, even though he’d wanted to take things slower and wait a little longer before giving into that temptation. Building it up, dragging it out for as long as possible, teasing her with his closeness but not making the move himself, getting her to a point of desperation that she’d be willing to do anything to have what she wanted and he’d almost succeeded, he’d been impulsive and jumped the gun before he’d gotten her to that point.

Sanzu had been so sure that he’d won the moment he’d dropped a pet name on her, her stare had become even more intense as she gazed up at him and she’d behaved as though being called “pretty girl” was the best damn thing that had ever happened to her. She was affection and attention starved, she’d melted into his touch the very first time he’d reached out to her, her doe eyes constantly looking in his direction and staring directly at him until he noticed, submitting to (most of) what he wanted without a fight, her shy behaviors and soft whining just supporting that further. He wasn’t sure exactly how long she’d gone without companionship outside of her career, but it had to of been a long while considering she behaved like a teenage girl would around their first boyfriend, and he was eating it the fuck up for all it’s worth. She was already head over heels for him in a single week, and he could only imagine how brokenhearted she’d be when he had to leave her side so he could touch base with the rest of Bonten’s executives, being absent in her life for a little while would benefit him in the long run and he knew as much.

As reserved as she was, she did have some spunk and he realized that no sooner did she flip on him when he’d pushed to get what he wanted, the lovestruck expression on her face swapping to annoyed and circling back to what had been going on before he started sweet talking her, with her saying that she would not be giving him more than twenty milligrams every six hours. The pinkette had been sure he was at a point when he wasn’t going to be capable of holding back, he’d already anticipated he’d end up snapping her neck before the day was out, he refused to show it but the level of pain he was in was a solid nine out of ten; he needed a larger dose than what she was willing to give. Just when he truly thought it was going to be the end of his game, she’d said she’d give him muscle relaxers during hour three of each dose if it wasn’t enough, she’d been willing to offer him that compromise. He’d agreed because he knew it was the best he was going to get and she wasn’t going to budge about the narcotics, he could see in her pretty face that she was aggravated with him over trying to coerce her and that was when the idea came to him.

Sanzu was positive he knew what kind of kiss she’d been longing for but since she’d refused to budge on what he wanted and only offered him a compromise, she wouldn’t be getting it. She hadn’t seemed to expect anything from him either after they put the matter of the pain medicine to rest, making attempts to slip out of his grasp so she could retrieve it as promised. He could see from her refusal to look at him that he was on thin ice, he’d sabotage everything he was working for by his own hand if he wasn’t careful and moving forward, he would be far more cautious about how he did things when it came to his pretty little doctor. She’d offered him a compromise so it was only fair that he offered her something as well, it would keep him in her good graces because as it were, he wouldn’t be able to get by right now without her beautiful drugs. Her doe eyes were filled with surprise over his advance, appearing so dumbfounded that it took her a few long seconds to respond after he pressed his lips to hers and the moment that she melted into it was when he pulled back, an innocent little kiss that had her whining for more and her entire face flushed; the woman was so very easy to please.

By the time that first dose kicked in, the executive realized that the white-headed woman hadn’t been blowing smoke about the pills, the high hit him like a truck and masked every bit of the pain he was feeling, so much so that he didn’t need those muscle relaxers she’d mentioned. He’d never seen something as beautiful as she was, her extensive knowledge about all the drugs in her possession already made her perfect and paired with her physical beauty, the woman was flawless. She was exactly what he wanted at his side, something stunning to look at, something reserved that would never go against him, something fragile that relied on only him for protection, something that would be dependent on him and him alone. Ikeda Yuki was all his, he refused to share her with the other executives and low-ranking scum of Bonten, Mikey would be the only exception to that as the king could have anything he wanted but for the upcoming months, he’d be keeping his pretty little doctor hidden away until he didn’t have any other choice but to make her existence known to the others. He’d be enjoying his time playing with her for all it was worth and if he was lucky, she’d never know he’d manipulated her from the get-go; he doubted things would turn out that smoothly, but he could dream.

‘To think I was going to kill her.’

His head tilted against the pillow and arm tightened around her middle as he tugged her body closer to his, she was a heavy sleeper, flipflopping sides without shaking the mattress and he loathed coming to when she wasn’t facing him. He’d had to manipulate her body to do so a number of times in the days they’d been sharing a bed, she’d fall asleep before him after he’d drag her across the mattress to snuggle up against him, she always went about keeping her face hidden in his chest out of shyness, trying to hide her blush. He didn’t think he’d ever shared a bed with a woman and actually felt content with it, as many women as he’d fucked, he’d never slept next to one without being balls deep in their cunt first, save for her. Sanzu couldn’t count the number of times he’d silently talked himself down from spreading her legs open so he could taste her, how many times he’d almost lost against the need to see her face down ass up for him, how many times he’d wanted to fingerfuck her until she was crying for him to split her open, how many times he’d had to resist the urge to bend her over and tease her until she was begging him to wreck her pussy.

‘My pretty girl.’

There wasn’t a snowball chance in hell that he would’ve been able to hold out this long had he not been high every fucking day paired with being shot twelve damn times, he wasn’t healed nearly enough that he could fuck her without popping stitches, the incision sites were still sore and the areas where she’d had to dig out bullet fragments were worse than that. He was looking forward to the day he could split her open, she was the type he would’ve went after in the clubs, the quiet ones that were so easy to feed drinks to. They were desperate for attention and all too trusting, easy to drug when they least expected it, entirely unaware of their surroundings until it was too late; they kept some of them after a test drive, killed the others. The woman curled against him would’ve been a keeper, between how breathtaking she was and how tight he imagined she was, she would’ve been an investment not a one of them would’ve passed up on trying out. He wouldn’t have to share, not this time, she was all his for the long-haul, his pretty little doctor and secret.

He’d have to find a way to keep an eye on her when he couldn’t be around, his life couldn’t be on pause solely for a woman, as valuable as she was to him, there were matters in Bonten that couldn’t be ignored that he’d have to attend to as second in command and supporting the king would forever be priority over everything else. He already had some ideas for moves he could make that would allow him to check in on his pretty girl at his leisure, but he’d need more assurances that no one would pull up on his property. He may get stuck having to recruit someone specifically as a bodyguard to not only keep her all to himself but to make sure she was forever protected once word finally got out that she was his, he wouldn’t be able to keep the secret forever and he knew as much, someone would find out and with how many enemies he had, they’d all take a shot at his property. If it wasn’t Bonten’s enemies then it would be the average pathetic fuck passing by her on the street or colleagues in the medical community that she regularly communicated with, everyone was a damn threat to what he wanted.

‘She’ll be asleep a little longer.’

It was still much too early for her to wake up and he knew she wouldn’t of her own accord for a little while longer, he’d practically learned her routine just from observing silently and knew every move she’d make to the latter. When she’d start to wake up, she’d roll onto her stomach, sleepy moans leaving her pretty lips as she struggled to come to, her eyes would remain shut while she worked towards becoming fully conscious. Half her face would bury into her pillow, her right arm would press against the mattress, she’d make whiny breathes and noises that expressed just how much she didn’t want to get out of bed. The process had taken twenty minutes the first time he’d observed it, she’d alternated between trying to push herself up and lifting her head, moaning and whining in protest until finally, her doe eyes fluttered half open, groggy and filled with sleep. Since he’d taken initiative, it made the morning one of his favorite times of day.

‘If she does that one more time-’

The whiny moan that came from the woman lying next to him had his thoughts coming to an abrupt halt, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, simultaneously letting out a huffy breath. She was going to push him over the edge if this kept up, he’d already had to talk himself down numerous times, reminding himself that fucking her without fucking himself up wasn’t possible just yet but even that argument wasn’t going to last much longer. His composure was hanging by a thread and was going to snap before it was all over, his pretty little doctor wasn’t purposely trying to push him over the edge, she was trying to push herself to wake up and making noises of protest was all too normal of a thing for most people. However, she didn’t realize just what those pretty sounds she made did to him, every moan she let out had went straight to his cock and he was unbearably hard to the point that he was ready to pull her on top of him and make her ride, regardless of it ruining his plans. She was a damn tease whether she knew it or not, listening to her whining and watching her shift around into the lewdest positions, he’d silently cursed her numerous times because her clothing left EVERYTHING up to imagination.

‘Fuck me.’

Sanzu had silently cursed himself just as much for getting shot up so many times, he couldn’t do jack shit without risking the incision sites, he was constantly having to keep himself in check so he didn’t overdo it and there was a clear limit on how much he could handle. He’d been pushing himself to walk even when it hurt to do so, using a little more strength each day so he could get back to where he’d been before this mess and although it hadn’t even been a week yet since his surgery, he’d expected himself to be further along than he was. Disregarding his need to get back to headquarters to touch base with Mikey and the other executives so they could bring down justice on the scum that had opposed them, he so wanted to start putting things in motion with the white-headed woman that was driving him mad; he didn’t know just how much more he could handle before he snapped enough to pin her face down ass up and wreck her pretty pussy, regardless of the consequences.

‘Too soon, it’s too soon.’

Bonten’s number two was all too aware of that, he had to be patient and take things slowly, she was the type that would frighten easily, he’d push her away by his own hand if he wasn’t cautious and if that were to happen, she’d be entirely useless to him. Nurture trust with her, build upon the progress he’d already made, continue to give her reasons to desire him, keep giving a little at a time until she was hooked, manipulate circumstances as needed to get her to a point of codependency, take things slowly and everything would fall into place where and when it should.

‘Shit.’

The soft little noise that left her was almost equivalent to a purr, that was enough, he realized that trying to ignore her morning routine wasn’t going to get him anywhere, his head rising from his hand to look at Yuki. Her snow-colored locks were a disheveled mess, partially hiding her face from view, strands strewn over the arm supporting her head and along the pillow, she was lying on her belly, eyes still closed, and lips parted to release soft breathes. His aquamarine eyes were raking over her form for what was probably close to the five hundredth time this morning, taking in everything that was her from her dark lashes to the way the shorter strands of white framed her heart shaped face, the rise and fall of her chest beneath her with each breath. The woman was stunning, entirely flawless and it had to be the reason that he was teetering on the edge of snapping, he’d never desired something as much as he did her and knowing that he couldn’t indulge in her was what had to be driving him mad. He’d been around plenty of beautiful women that did the same damn thing as the one next to him so there was no reason his reaction should be any different than it usually was, the only difference was that he had to wait this time around and as impatient as he was, he knew it was for the best that-

‘Fuck it!’

The last whine had done it, he’d snapped to some degree, not even registering what he was doing in the moment as he grabbed hold of her and forced her onto her back without a word. Her doe eyes snapped open no sooner was her back pressed against the mattress, a dumbfounded expression on her face as he planted himself above her, hands resting on either side of her head and a knee forced between her thighs. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she gazed up at him, not seeming to know what to do with herself as he leaned closer to her, strands of pink brushing her shirt.

“Haruchiyo.”

The pink-haired male could’ve smirked over just how timid she sounded, her lavender pools were staring up at him longingly, just as she had every time that he’d given her one of those three second kisses that she never seemed to be able to get enough of. It may have been too soon in more than a few ways but just because he couldn’t go that far, didn’t mean he couldn’t play around with her since she’d driven him to the point of insanity in the last fifteen minutes with her teasing sounds.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, Doctor?” he drawled, his tone suggestive; pink was blooming on her cheeks instantly, her small form shifting against the mattress with obvious embarrassment. “That’s why you were making those pretty sounds for me, right?”

“W-what?” the woman responded, sounding anxious; he could’ve giggled over how easy she was to fluster but refrained, taking his time as he inched closer to her.

“You know what.” He retorted easily; she bit harder into her lip, her eyes as wide as saucers and glued to him. “As much as I like the idea, I can’t give you my best right now.”

Her lavender orbs only seemed to have gotten wider when it clicked for her and she realized just what he was getting at, her face was scarlet as she tore her eyes away, breaking their staring contest first as she always did.

“Am I making you nervous, Doctor?” Sanzu pressed, not bothering to hide his teasing tone; she shook her head lightly, refusing to look at him as she did so, and a small smirk formed on his lips. “Look at me, pretty girl.”

Giddiness was threatening to overtake him at how quickly she responded, her doe eyes flicking back to him practically on command and finding his gaze regardless of the blush spreading over her cheeks, that sweet pet name already held power over her. He’d already set a line for himself that he wasn’t going to cross today or any time soon, no fucking her, not until she was completely hooked on him, and he was fully healed; he’d have to find a way to resist whatever temptation was thrown at him. He was already so close to her pretty lips and only holding himself back from diving right in just to see how far he could push her, but she was too far gone to even attempt to stand against him, she hadn’t been awake five minutes yet, so this was undoubtedly the perfect time to play with her. He paused the advance when one of her arms hesitantly rose from her chest, she seemed as though she were deeply considering something for a brief moment before she slid it around his shoulders, her free hand brushing strands of pink away from his face.

“So pretty.” The white-headed woman murmured, not even seeming to register what she’d said aloud; the smirk on his lips widened in response.

‘You really are making this so easy for me, Doctor.’

A quiet squeak came from her when he slid his knee across the mattress, inching further up until it was a few measly centimeters from being pressed against her core, her face filled with embarrassment, her hand made an attempt to retreat but he didn’t let her, catching her wrist and guiding it back to his cheek. As nervous as she was acting, she still had hearts in her eyes as she gazed at him, her lavender orbs cycling through staring into his, flittering to his lips and down further, which hinted at what he already knew she wanted; as impatient as he was to taste her, it wasn’t time yet.

“Haruchiyo.” Yuki spoke softly; his knee inched closer, watching the blush on her cheeks darken at the ministration, his fingers lightly tracing the pink traveling over her nose.

“What is it, pretty girl? You want something, don’t you?” he guessed, already well aware of the thoughts that had surely risen in her head by now; the shy expression on her face was all he needed to see to know he was right, the heat between her thighs said everything that she struggled to but she would say it, he wanted to hear the words come out of her pretty mouth. “Use your words.”

Her eyes were filled with bashfulness and Sanzu was eating it up, he’d never enjoyed the game so much up until now, it only got better by the minute, and he had so many ideas on how he could drag out the fun without pushing his own patience right over the edge. She folded so easily to him, didn’t try to argue against any advances he made on her, she reciprocated them once she got passed her shyness, he’d even noticed her debating countless times about making an advance of her own but never following through, and the look in her eyes right now was the same as when she was considering those things deeply. His eyes lit up when she tugged lightly at his shirt, her arm pressing against his neck in attempts to urge him closer to her and although he’d wanted her to say it, he allowed it this time, inching towards her painstakingly slow until there was hardly any space between them. The executive had expected some form of whining to get him to relent, it seemed to align with her submissive personality and that seemed more plausible, not for her to close the distance all on her own.

‘Fuck, good girl.’

Building her up with those three second innocent kisses was what had gotten him to this point, he never would’ve made it if he’d jumped straight into it, she was so needy and desperate for more that she’d willingly stepped outside of her comfort zone. She initiated the kiss, molded her lips with his once before her composure seemed to falter since they’d never gotten passed that, hardly breaking their kiss before he took over, capturing her lips with his with the determination to make her melt for him. Her arm tightened around his shoulders and free hand moved into his hair as she followed his lead, matching the slow pace he’d set while their lips moved in perfect sync. It was taking every ounce of his willpower to hold himself back from ravaging her mouth the way he wanted to, silently reminding himself that taking things slowly was the best thing he could do for himself and as impatient as he felt to get to that place, the only thing he could do was deal with it until it was safe for him to take things further with her. Rome wasn’t built in a day and as desperate as his pretty little doctor was, building trust with her couldn’t be accomplished with anything but time.

At the rate that things were going, he estimated that he’d have the white-headed woman where he wanted in three months and as far off as that sounded considering how quickly she’d warmed up to him in just a few days, he was including all the time that he’d have to be away from her for Bonten business and the like. There were matters that he couldn’t ignore and being Mikey’s shadow was at the top of the list, there were a great many things coming up in the next few months from the Gala Koko had been planning for weeks to all the business dealings/meetings Kakucho had set up. He’d have to sacrifice time with her to attend to those dreadfully boring things but when he had the spare time to return to her side for a few days, she’d be as thrilled as a puppy was to see its owner, she was already attached enough that he couldn’t be outside of her line of sight longer than five minutes before she was seeking him out.

‘Don’t rush it.’

A pitiful whimper came from her when he broke the kiss, her lavender pools finding his aquamarine ones without pause, staring up at him pleadingly and silently begging for more, her pretty face filled with longing for him. He shifted just enough to press a kiss to her forehead, pink quickly blooming on her cheeks in response and looking away shyly.

“Good morning, pretty girl.”

‘Fucking tease.’

The single sheet covered everything from her waist down and had he been able to see anything, he would’ve already removed it long before now, but Yuki was the type that wore baggy t-shirts and sweatpants to bed, no over-the-top lingerie like the women in the hostess clubs were forced to wear. He’d have to change that when the time was right, as many times as he’d eye-fucked her over the course of the days they’d been together, it wasn’t enough to imagine just what lied beneath her clothes, what he’d seen of her legs was perfect and what he’d felt of her petite figure was immaculate. Talking himself down proved to be more difficult during every instance he touched her, the small dips and curves of her body were so very tempting to touch, he truly didn’t know how he’d managed to resist this long when she molded against him flawlessly, especially during the nights when she’d be snuggled up against him. Could he have gotten by with it without waking her, absolutely but getting by with it wasn’t the problem, not being able to stop was and he knew himself all too well, he wouldn’t be able to until he’d touched every inch of her, inside and out.

A smirk formed on his lips when a soft hum came from the white-headed woman as she nuzzled against him and grabbed a handful of his shirt, shifting herself so close that there wasn’t even a centimeter between them, he almost bit his tongue off to silence himself when her hip pressed against his dick. She unknowingly made the prettiest sounds, and he would surely never get enough of hearing them, she’d whined at him every time he’d pressed a three second kiss to her pretty lips, her lavender pools silently begging for more. She melted every single time, he’d give her one short kiss every six hours just as she did with his pills and the needy expression that formed on her face when he broke away from her always had giddiness filling him, watching the pink spread over her cheeks and pulling her eyes from his shyly. She was desperate for him, so much so that his own resolve to drag things out was threatening to crumble, cat and mouse was his favorite game to play but seeing how hooked she already was on him made him want to say fuck it. She was already his and if he could find a way to prove that to her, then he wouldn’t necessarily have to keep the game going unless he wanted to. The quiet noises she made were teasing, constantly making him painfully hard with each she’d let out and he was dying to see just how pretty she’d look bouncing on his cock, if he could wait, he’d have the means to record that first time to look back on whenever he wanted.

‘That’s worth the wait.’

As impatient as Sanzu felt, it was worth waiting around for and until then, he could still play around with his pretty little doctor without fucking her, it was all too easy to fluster her, and he was thoroughly enjoying just how fun of a time he had with the simple things; he’d never seen a woman as shy as she was. He could gather that she was the type that would beg and plead, let out soft whines and whimpers, cry in her need to cum or from overstimulation; she’d probably never had a real man before him, only boys that didn’t know how to please a woman. Seeing her reaction every morning upon waking up was a treat, it was the only time of day he’d give her more than innocent pecks since he’d stepped up that part of the game and just yesterday, she’d pouted when their kiss came to an end; she made no movements to initiate another, even with the deep pout on her pretty pink lips. The morning routine hadn’t started just yet, but he didn’t have it in him to wait any longer, easing her onto her back and moving to hover over her as he had for the past three, brushing strands of snow off to the side as he leaned down closer to her. He didn’t know why the idea hadn’t come to him until now, but it wasn’t worth pondering on, she’d be going back to work tomorrow, and he was going to make damn sure that everyoneknew she wasn’t up for grabs.

As expected, he’d been just gentle enough when he moved her that she didn’t stir, her eyes still closed and soft breathes passing through her lips, the pinkette didn’t anticipate her staying asleep much longer after he made this move. The light kiss he pressed to her nose was the first with no reaction, the next was her cheek, a small shift when he began trailing kisses along her jaw, a sleepy hum coming from her when his lips met her throat; she was starting to come to. He didn’t stop, continuing to press open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat even as she stirred under him, soft little noises leaving her that told him she was growing closer to a semi-conscious state and he could’ve grinned when he noticed the slight roll of her hips, sliding his knee up to fully press against her core for the first time. A breathy moan left her pink lips when he found the spot he wanted where everyone would see it, sucking down with intent and almost lost his focus when her hips rocked, grinding her heat against his knee.

‘Fuck, that’s my good girl.’

He was going to bask in the moment because he was aware that as soon as she awoke, that shyness would take over and she wouldn’t make a move like that again until the next time he woke her up. Sanzu pulled back just long enough to observe the bright red hickey on her pretty ivory skin before latching onto another spot, he’d cover her in his marks so not a soul would dare to approach her when he wasn’t around to deter it. Her sleepy moans were the only sounds filling the empty air, grinding against his knee like a needy slut, heat radiating from between her legs as he trailed marks along her unblemished skin, satisfaction swelling inside him when her arm wound around his neck.

‘That’s it, what a-’

“Haruchiyo.” Yuki spoke; her voice almost came out as a purr and went straight to his dick, running purely off his need for her as he rubbed his arousal against her hip, his hand quickly finding the waistband of her sweatpants. “Haru.”

‘Fuck it.’

Fuck being patient, fuck dragging out the game, fuck taking things slowly; he didn’t have another day in him after hearing the way she moaned his name. She’d fix him when the incisions ripped, recovery time would be extended but that was the last thing he was worried about, he’d find a way to contact the others to let them know he was alive, even if he had to swipe her phone to do so; right now, the only thing on his mind was being balls deep in her tight little cunt. He pulled back from her throat to find her half-lidded eyes glazed over, only partially aware of what was happening, the pink hue running over her cheeks, she looked breathtaking beneath him, and she’d look even more stunning taking his-

‘Shit.’

It felt as though he’d been stabbed with a white-hot iron, muscles tightening and essentially cramping up when the shooting pain hit him like a truck, a slew of curses filling his head because of the shit timing, another few minutes would’ve been all he needed to get what he wanted. It seemed the gods were far from caring about what he wanted and were going to continue to screw with him so long as he was recovering, his side was almost on fire in the areas where she’d had to dig out bullet fragments. His hand retreated from her sweatpants and grasped at his side, managing to maneuver himself just enough that he didn’t collapse on top of her from the pain coursing through him, holding just enough composure to ease himself down onto the mattress next to her. His jaw locked as he clenched his teeth, keeping his expression as neutral as possible when she scrambled to sit up, his lavender orbs wide with alarm and fully awake as she looked him over, quickly making her way to the edge of the bed.

“I’ll get your pills, don’t move.” The woman ordered, her voice entirely collected; it was the same thing every time he almost collapsed in pain, that shyness nonexistent as she’d be in her doctor mindset.

‘Like I can.’

It looked like being patient wasn’t something he could afford to overlook; he’d have to find a way regardless of how tempting she was.

‘Fucking shit.’

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ozzgin · 11 months ago

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Request/Idea-

Male Yandere Lawyer x Female Embroider Reader (a lady who works as a tailor is fine too)

Imagine a man falling head over heels for that newly employed lady who hand embroiders beautiful handkerchiefs in a luxury shop he visits to get his custom suits! And he just trying to coax her into dating him, marrying him, and becoming his stay at home wife (and mother of his children eventually) 🥰🤭

Age difference? I need some DILF Daddy energy more in my life (but don’t make him an actual father…yet)

P.S. I adore your OCs and writing. And your artwork is way too fucking good! You’re art is just *chef’s kiss* infuckingcredible

-👘

Ooh, you know what this reminds me of? I have a yaoi volume from Scarlet Beriko, “Queen and the tailor”, about an interior designer that visits a legendary tailor whose suits will supposedly help you achieve success. The tailor turns out to be a scary looking, blunt man but nonetheless extremely talented. I liked the premise a lot, so it’s definitely interesting to try out a different perspective.

In this case I have the image of a patient, soft-spoken reader and a hurried, short tempered lawyer. Comically different but in a way that eventually works out, you know? Also thank you for the kind words!

Yandere!Lawyer x Embroiderer!Reader Headcanons

Featuring a Reader that is blissfully unaware the lawyer she just stared dating has their entire life together already sorted out.

Content: female reader, age gap, older yandere, obsessive behavior

Your eyes begin to hurt mildly, so you look out the window and blink repeatedly, trying to refresh your poor sight. Such detailed works always strain you terribly, but you love seeing the finished result. Others must, too, given your handkerchiefs are often sold out the very same day. Right before your needle pierces the silk canvas anew, the door opens with a burst and you jolt. An older man in a suit, arguing loudly over the phone. He’s drumming his fingers over the counter, eyes darting around in search for an attendant. You know the type quite well, so you hurry over with the hoop still in your hand. “Might I help you with anything?” You mouth discreetly. He turns to you, stares for a couple of seconds, and promptly ends his call.

Out of all the places, he certainly didn’t expect regretting his rusty, unpolished flirting skills in a luxury tailor shop. Yet here he is now, clumsily mumbling something about his new suit he’s come to pick up and wondering how to connect that with your number. The name’s the easy part, as it’s neatly and conveniently printed out on the little badge pinned to your collar. Everything else, not so much. You excuse yourself and return moments later with his order. Shit. You tilt your head, confused by the delayed response, worrying whether you forgot something. Next time. He’ll figure it out for sure next time he comes here.

If there’s one good thing about his career, it’s that his eyes have been trained to spot every detail. For example the embroidery hoop you gently held while speaking to him, so he knows exactly what his next custom order will be. Truth be told, he didn’t anticipate your popularity and long waiting times, but a calculated raised tone with a sprinkle of intimidation has convinced the employee to assign him to you as earliest priority. Whether he can flirt remains to be seen, but arguing with others? Child’s play.

“Thank you for coming again today.” You bow slightly and extend the gift bag. “Although, I must say…I’ve never seen you using these before. What has caused your sudden interest in handkerchiefs?” Rather bold of you to begin such conversations, but your curiosity is too great. No matter how hard you try, you can’t imagine why a blunt, nonchalant man like him would abruptly become passionate about embroidery. A lover? You smile faintly at the idea. Whoever it is, they’ve taken quite the challenge upon themselves. The lawyer frowns at the inquiry. It seems you’re just as observant as him. Maybe this shall be the pretext he can finally cling onto. So he presents it in the factual truth you’d hear in a courthouse: it’s his excuse to see you. You raise your eyebrows in surprise. Well now, isn’t it just silly? He could’ve simply asked. Buying countless expensive handmade items instead of plainly confessing his intentions…He stumbles, flustered. The same man whose ruthless reputation has even reached your humble ears is anxiously awaiting your response with a deep blush on his face.

The childlike innocence doesn’t last long. You’ve agreed to date him and that’s great, but he’s a man with little time that has known exactly what he wants for many years. When he laid his eyes on you he didn’t imagine cheesy coffee dates as you discuss your favorite color and cautiously breach the topic of intimacy. What’s the point? He’s already certain he’ll spend the rest of his life with you. Skip the unnecessary steps. On the other hand, you’re not as cooperative as he’d wish. Truly, the tangible proof that opposites attract. You’re always calm and take your time with everything. It’s almost frustrating how easygoing you are. When asked when you’re moving in with him, you just smiled and wondered out loud what could be wrong with your small studio above the shop. Marriage? Good question, you never thought about it.

Oh, the irony. Last time a client was being particularly difficult, your lawyer boyfriend pulled him out by the collar under the mortified stares of the other attendants and shoppers. The exact attitude he himself would’ve shown before, yet this time it’s different. Of course it is, it involves you. His thin patience runs out if it’s you. That’s all there is to it. Can you blame a man for following his heart? They say you should always chase your dreams; he prefers hunting them down efficiently, and the shotgun is pointed in your direction. His sweet, exquisite prey he can never get enough of.

Finally you agree to move in with him. Your hesitation was maddening and he’d started coming up with downright psychotic alternatives to convince you, such as your studio burning down after a vicious attack of some unknown hooligans. So it was rather wise of you not to push someone that knows the law like the back of his hand, even if you aren’t aware of it yet. He enthusiastically guides you around your new forever home, omitting unimportant details. The spare office he emptied for a future nursery? You’ll get to that later.

He can’t wait to spoil you. See, that’s the advantage of dating an older man. He’s gotten his life sorted out a long time ago. All that was left was finding you. You just need to be a darling and behave. He knows you will. After all, you’re his talented little embroideress that won’t have to worry about anything else ever again.

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