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⤷‧₊˚ could you imagine having a wet dream about your hot neighbor?

┊ •° ੈ ⋆° ┊ warning readers discretion is advised — female anatomy described, her/she pronouns, written with black reader in mind, pet names (good girl), oral fixation, oral (f.receiving), dirty talk, biting kink, backshots/doggystyle position, spanking, anal play (i mean he put a thumb in it that's it), marking kink, profanity, i think we should write smut about men in explicit mangas some more, mentions of a wet dream, wet dream is in italics, slight pervert!reader, repost from old account, mdni

You couldn't help but stare at him when you saw him. You remembered how your eyes lit up with curiosity seeing him move into the apartment next to yours. An apartment with many tenants who moved in and soon quickly moved out. A rumor traveled around that a ghost resided in that apartment, but you never cared to gossip about said rumor. You just went to work and came home. It was a sad cycle that you’ve done Monday through Friday. Occasionally when you would be leaving for work, you'd see him. The bags under his eyes are as heavy as he’s taking his trash out to put into the apartment’s trash bin. His whole demeanor oozed sex appeal even though he would be the type of man your parents would usher you to stay away from.

He was a handsome man, and when you laid down to sleep, you only seethed in jealousy, hearing faint moans through the thin walls. A regular neighbor would march over and bang on the door to tell their neighbor to keep it down—but with you, it felt like your body was stuck. You stared at the ceiling indulging in the sound of the way he pleasured this woman. That jealous pit twists in your stomach, realizing that you have most likely been crushing on a taken man this whole time. But it didn’t make sense, you hadn’t seen a woman enter or exit his place when you were around. Either or, you still thought that it should have been you to have the privilege of cooing out his name the way this woman was.

You could do better. You know you can.

You may have been in a significant drought, but you were positive your plush lips could kiss him better. Your mouth could wrap around his cock better. You could move your hips while riding him better. But then again, this woman had to have something you didn’t if he was making her feel like this every night.

You took your pillow over your head to scream into it. The heated feeling between your thighs caused you to roll over on your side to force yourself to sleep. You were only torturing yourself by continuing to be a pervert and listening to him pleasure another woman. Before you could utter a string of complaints to yourself, your body finally relaxed for you to fall into a deep slumber—a poor attempt at ignoring the walls through the paper-thin walls.

Your body stirred in your sleep as you felt something under the thin lilac-colored duvet that covered your body. You felt something wet upon your thighs as if somebody was nibbling on the flesh on the inside area of your thighs. You attempted to squirm tiredly, but the grip upon you grew tighter. With your hand rubbing the sleep out of your eye, you lifted the duvet, and your eyes nearly bulged out your head seeing him. His eyes filled with so much hunger it sent a chill down your spine. With the oversized t-shirt you usually sleep in pushed up to your waist, you watched as the flat of his tongue glided upward and downward on the clothed part of where your pussy lips were. Even though your underwear was blocking the pleasure feeling of his tongue—you still felt yourself grow wet at the feeling.

Your next-door neighbor Totsumoto Yuushi didn’t waste any time dragging your fusion-colored panties down your smooth legs to get a taste of you. The flat of his tongue dragged across your puffy pussy lips just to finally relinquish in the taste of you. His darkened eyes met with yours through the little light that shimmered through the window from the moon. You relaxed in his touch as soon as you felt the first flicker on your clit. Your breathing hitches in your throat before you cough up moans and your fingers tangle into his black hair. Before your eyes lolly in the back of your head, the last glimpse you got was of Totsumoto’s eyes shifting close as he finally wanted to focus on his main task.

Totsumoto’s tongue glides around the entrance of your drooling cunt, and he even could feel you clench, feeling him teasing you. Your thighs were seizing close due to the intense feeling of him between your thighs, but he just pinned them back open. You even heard him moan as he continued to eat his meal. He didn’t leave a drop of slick for him not to savor. The blood rushing to his cock with each kitten lick he’s making on your pussy or each flicker and suck on your sensitive bud. Your juices stained his face, but he could care less when it was a mouthwatering meal right before him.

Your body arched off the mattress as you failed to run away from your pending orgasm. Your stomach began to form the most satisfying knots for Totsumoto to untie, but he pulled it away. He shortly let his lips drag kisses and bites on the inside of your thighs. He removed himself away from your pussy with a satisfying pop.

“I want you to cum on this dick, Y/N.” His voice rasps. “I know you want the same thing, right?” Totsumoto tilts his head to the side slightly as if he’s letting his head rest on your bite marks-covered thigh, and his eyes never stop looking at you.

Totsumoto’s words hit you like a truck with each continued kiss and bite. Your brain felt like complete mush as you realized he snatched your orgasm away from you in the blink of an eye. With his cock on hard, he kisses up your body until his face is just inches away from yours. Him being on top of you but also sure not to squash you. You could feel his cock on the inside of your thigh. Just by how it felt—you could tell it was fat. You’ve had your perverted thoughts during a hot morning imagining how his cock looked. Was it long? Was it girthy? Was he circumcised? How pretty was the tip? You’ve asked yourself that constantly.

He’ll inch closer to your lips. Through your stare of desperation for him, you watched him lick his lips—savoring in the aftertaste of your pussy before he spoke once more, “How’d you want it? Since you’ve been a good girl while I was between your thighs….”

Teasingly, he’s letting his teeth nibble on your plump lower lip instead of giving you the satisfaction of a heated kiss.

“I’ll let you choose.” He adds.

And that’s how you whine up on all fours with a perfect arch and your cunt eager to swallow Totsumoto’s cock. You figured that if you were to do missionary, you’d become cock drunk for the gentleman immediately. His callous hands grabbed at your waist, dragging you closer to him; you could feel the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance. “Just relax, pretty, sure you fit around me perfectly,” Totsumoto assured.

He’s collecting saliva in his hand to coat his girthy cock with, even though he could see how wet you were for him through his dark locs that fell in his face. His hand gripped your waist, similar to how a person would with some bike handles. He completely braced himself for the waterfall he was about to experience. First, he’s shoving his tip in—slowly, just so you can get used to it, savor it. A wonderful feeling he could get used to. Second, he’s gradually shoving move of his cock inside you. This time he’s taking note of how your manicured fingers grasped at the sheets.

“I thought you could take my cock, hm?” He’ll teasingly ask.

You couldn’t even answer his question before he’s immediately plowing forward. No regard for getting used to his size when the wet cunt in between your thighs was enthusiastic for more. You’ll moan out his name like a song you knew from heart. The lewd sound of heated skin slapping against each other adding on to your tune of moans. It created a sweet melody that Totsumoto enjoyed hearing. It motivated him to fuck just a little better, a little harder.

Your pillow was beginning to stain with your salty tears with each ram of his hips. You only had the opportunity to let out broken moans that bounced upon the thin walls of your bedroom. Your hand went back behind you to slow down his abrupt thrusting, but that only led to him swatting your hand away as if it were a fruit fly flying around a garbage can. At this point, you had lost count of how many times the two of you had cum. The sticky mess that imprinted your thighs didn’t stop Totsumoto from continuing what he was doing. The white ring that decorated his cock only turned him on even more. His eyes lazily droop to gaze at your pussy, swallowing his cock. It was an intoxicating feeling how you were clutching around him. Which each pull back on his cock—he could feel you tremble. Hurriedly, wanting to run away from his jabs but ever so eager for him to fill you up some more.

“You were waiting to feel my cock weren’t you?” He growled lowly. He noticed you didn’t answer his question, only purring out desperate moans. The dark-haired male took that as a challenge. His large hands that once were on your plush love handles would press down your back, ensuring that you wouldn’t break the perfect arch.

Totsumoto’s fingertips trace alongside the flesh of your ass. His hand slaps at it, and his actions' ripple effect causes his cock to twitch inside you. His body felt like he was running a fever so hot that he could most likely faint. His jet-black strands of hair were sticking to his sweat-coated forward, but even if his hair drooped low in front of his intoxicating deadpan eyes—he still couldn’t take them away from the mess between the two of your bodies. His strokes were beginning to grow sloppy as his body finally overheated due to his lewd actions.

You knew that the older gentleman was so close to cumming. His grip on your waist tightens, completely entrapping you from running away from his brash thrusting. It took you by shock feeling his thumb insert instantly into your asshole. Your body tensed up, and he leaned down to place the sloppiest set of kisses on your back. “It’s just a thumb unless you want it to be something else.” He hungrily said.

His words sent a frightening yet exhilarating chill down your spine. Your fingers grasped the crumpled sheets on your mattress as you met his thrusting halfway until the both of you were a cumming mess. You’ve had your fair share of sleeping with men. From horrible hookups to the best lovemaking, no one ever made you feel like this when you were orgasming. You felt like you were on the highest cloud attempting to climb down all by yourself. Your limbs quivered with each sloppy cum coated slam upon your ass, and your moans became so frantic that someone would have thought you were speaking in tongue. The messy mess that imprinted the two of your skin wasn’t as bad as the mess when his cock hesitantly removed itself from you. Totsumoto’s thick cum dripped out of your cunt as he let your body collapse on the mattress below you like a personal used fleshlight. You could hear his breathing returning to normal as he let his fingertips drag alongside your sweat-coated body parts.

“Sleep tight. You’re going to need it for when I return.” His words came out like a whisper.

When his fingertips left your body, you felt cold without his touch. You were utterly addicted to his touch, and you needed more. However, your shaken limbs and depleted body said otherwise.

Exhaustion overcame your body as the only thing that could be heard in the room was the sound of you trying to control your breathing. Your eyes became droopy, and you realized that he just gave you the best dick you could imagine, that you instantly fell into a deep slumber.

The annoying sound of your alarm caused your eyes to open instantly. Your phone was practically yelling at you to get up to start your day. When you pressed the snooze button on your phone, you glanced at the time. You still have a couple more minutes—perhaps you can attempt to fall asleep to continue the dream. Your panties already were damp, and your nipples hardened in anticipation due to it, but no matter how comfortable you got or how tightly squeezed shut your eyes were—you couldn’t fall back into that deep slumber. There you were, staring at the ceiling, thinking about him, and once again, the horrible feeling of him not being able to pleasure you outside of your perverted wet dreams swirled around in your mind.

A knock could be heard from your front door, causing your thoughts to disappear— just like the dream you had last night. You climbed out of bed to answer the door, mumbling coherent words about who could be visiting you so early. It was most likely another salesman that wanted to sell something. You opened your front door, and all the annoyance in your body disappeared. There, your neighbor Totsumoto Yuushi stood at your door holding a box.

Your words were stuck in your throat as your fingers toyed with the ends of the oversized t-shirt you wore to bed. Totsumoto’s eyes traveled down your body, staring at your boobs, and he took a mental note of how your nipples poked through the thin fabric of the t-shirt you were wearing. He cleared his throat to clear out the tension in the air.

“The delivery guy put this outside my door, and it belongs to you.” Totsumoto’s deep voice croaked out.

“Thank you.” Your arms extended for him to drop the package in your arms.

Instead, he wiggled past the small gap between you and your cracked door and directly placed your package in your house. He walked out of your apartment and glanced down at you. The scent of him went by you, and you could feel your knees weaken.

“I’m going to get going now. If you need anything, just knock on my door.” His lips form a sly smile before he walks down to his apartment.

You closed the door when he was no longer in your eyesight. Your back pressed upon the door as you slowly slid down it—if only he could get you the one thing you wanted the most.

And that was for your wet dream to come true vividly.

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⤷‧₊˚ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 / it's finally the day of the date naoya zenin earned with y/n, what could possibly go wrong?

ʚ₊˚‧ ✿ ꒱ masterlist / previous chapter

┊ •° ੈ ⋆° ┊ warning readers discretion is advised — female reader, black reader (with descriptors), socialite au, rich au, profanity, mentions of making out, naoya x fem!oc, brief mentions of manga creator!choso x reader, mentions of other jujutsu kaisen characters, classism undertones, ceo/business mogul!naoya, player!naoya, teacher!reader, mentions of violence, mdni

Naoya Zenin never went out of his way to make sure a date went well. He usually settled with taking a lot of women he entangled with to the same five-star restaurant. He was pretty sure that the hosts were tired of seeing his face every other week with a different woman on his arm. With Y/N, he had to be different. She deserved something different. Something more elegant. Something much more romantic. He wasn’t the best at planning dates, especially for a woman he seemed to be genuinely in. After all, he read a book to children for her. Was he whipped that much that he was going out of his way for this one woman who he wasn’t even sure if she felt the same way?

His overthinking thoughts began to think about what Seon told him. What if she’s just like everyone else, just after your money? She was just an English teacher after all. She could gain much more from dating him than he would gain from dating her. But Naoya was positive that she wouldn’t have accepted the date or even entertained him if she wasn’t interested in getting to know him. Especially since they have been texting each other a lot lately. He found himself feeling calm when she would rant about dealing with a lousy parent. It just felt different from hearing Fei rant about not getting the Christian Dior bag she wanted. Maybe that's why Naoya was so interested in Y/N. He was surrounded by luxury his whole life perhaps he just was getting bored of lusting for partners of the same social status.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he couldn’t even hear the person who had perfectly planned out this date from start to finish on the speaker of his phone. Yuki Tsukumo was one of Japan’s best matchmakers. From hooking up princes with beautiful women to even creating romantic dates for couples to be. If you need your love life spiced up, contact her.

“Everything should go perfectly, Naoya. A romantic rooftop dinner in one of Japan’s finest restaurants, you don’t have to worry about anything other than your lousy mouth.” Yuki said.

Naoya was adjusting one of his custom cuff links. It was engraved with a Z. A gift from his father that many Zenin men owned. “Lousy mouth?” He questioned in confusion.

“What you say out your mouth is such a turn-off. I hate to indulge in gossip pages, but a lot of women have been saying this about you.” Yuki said. “So please, don’t mess this up. I would hate for a perfect date that I have organized to go to shit.”

“I won’t. I think I actually like this one,” Naoya cheekily admitted.

He heard Yuki’s aggregated sigh. “Of course you do, but it’s almost time. Are you picking your date up? Are you driving your own car? Using your driver?”

“I got a new car, so I’ll be driving just to break my new baby in.” Naoya chuckles to himself as he combed through his hair one last time. “I’m about to head out though, so I’ll keep you updated.”

He shared his farewells with Yuki and ended the call. He quickly texted Y/N stating that he was on his way, but his heart quickened seeing her send the panicking emoji. Was she about to cancel on him?

MSSG TO NAOYA FROM Y/N

I can’t decide which earrings to wear. Should I do the dangle ones or keep it simple with the studs?

Naoya glanced down at two pictures she had attached showing off herself with one earring in each one of her ears. His cheeks felt like they were burning and even if he didn’t look in a mirror, he knew he was blushing. She looked so breathtaking without trying. A simple thing like sending a selfie had Naoya’s heart thump in his chest so heavily that if he concentrated hard enough, he could hear his heart beating. While waltzing into his living room to grab his car keys, he quickly texted back.

MSSG TO Y/N FROM NAOYA

Considering your hairstyle, I say go with the studs. I’m heading out of my place now to pick you up, by the way

As he closed his penthouse door with everything he needed, he walked down the hall anticipating a text. She quickly responds to his message.

MSSG TO NAOYA FROM Y/N

Okay, I’m almost done getting ready. Just need to do one more touch-up on my makeup then I’m all yours Prince Charming 😉

Naoya stepped into the elevator while reading his text. “Fuck. She drives me crazy.” He mumbled to himself while adding a heart reaction to the message and shoving his phone in his perfectly pressed slacks.

It was true. The woman had a spell on him he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He thought about her throughout his day. He thought about cherishing her. He thought about loving her. Obviously, he thought about fucking—actually scratch that. He wanted to make love to her. He knew she deserved more than him putting his pleasures before hers.

He stepped out of the elevator and into the garage of his complex. With him owning the most expensive penthouse in the building, he was given about three parking spots—but with his huge car appetite, Naoya wasn’t afraid to wiggle out more spots for his cars. He remembered Toji telling him that if he just got a house built, he wouldn’t have to worry about that. Naoya always has to remind his cousin that he was still a bachelor with no kids, while Toji had one kid and a wife. Why would he get a house where it’s only him occupying it?

He stopped in front of his jet-black Audi R8. An impulse buy, he brought moments after scoring a date with Y/N. Her agreeing to it made him so excited he went out and brought a brand new car. He had put Y/N’s address into the GPS and started to drive. He was driving in complete silence wondering if he should stop by to pick up some flowers, but he remembered Yuki said that he couldn’t miss the reservation. He could just get flowers sent to her house tomorrow.

When he arrived at her place, he parked the car and glanced around his surroundings. It wasn’t anything like his apartment complex. He got out of the car, being sure to lock his car, and once again he was glancing at the place. It was a building, similar to a complex. It had some apartments that probably were the size of Naoya’s closet at the bottom and then some at the top where residents had to walk up some stairs to get to the top level of the apartments. He leaned against his car texting Y/N that he was outside. He watched as the message bubbles appeared but soon disappeared. His eyes watched as one of the residents stepped outside their home just when Y/N was stepping out of hers.

“Mom! Look it’s Ms. L/N!” The little kid with the mom said in excitement.

“Shin, please lower your voice. You don’t want to wake up our neighbors.” The mother responded as she looked at him.

As if the little kid's voice did wake up the neighbors, another set of heads poked out of their apartment complex. “Woah, Y/N! You look gorgeous!“ A pink-haired young man said.

“Thanks, Yuji, how’s that math class treating you?” Y/N asked.

“Uhhh—“ Yuji’s words were interrupted by his older black-haired brother.

“He hasn’t been studying as you told him to do.” The male said.

The mother who was on her way to separate her trash to put in the residency bins would eye Naoya who was viewing what was unfolding in front of him. For some reason, he only paid attention to the one dark-haired male. He displayed the same flirtatious demeanor Naoya would display, but he was much more toned down. Naoya didn’t even think Y/N was catching up on the subtle flirting the guy was doing.

“I have to go you guys, I have someone waiting for me. Yuji, don’t forget to study. Choso, make sure you submit your manga to your editor.” She would wave at them as she made her way down the stairs.

“Please return her home safely!” The mom yelled at Naoya.

“I will.” Naoya respectfully bowed his head to the woman before his eyes were traveling to the woman he was thinking about.

Her hair was pulled up in a top knot bun with some curls in the front. The fusion pink thin strapped dress she wore hugged her body so perfectly that Naoya could see every dip and curve in her body. The dress felt so scandalous yet classy at the same time. She accessorized with the diamond stud earrings she showed him earlier, a gorgeous necklace, and a mini purse that Naoya was sure only fit her house keys and a lip gloss. When she grew closer to him, Naoya then was familiarized with the sweet scent of her Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet perfume. He could fall in love with her from the way she carried herself right now if Naoya could.

He had a foolish grin on his face as he looked her up and down. “You look—uh.” He was searching for his own words. He was completely taken back by her beauty.

“Fuck. You look so beautiful.” He said out loud.

She giggled at his comment. “Thank you, you look pretty charming yourself.” She smiles.

“Thank you, should we get going?” He asked as he opened the passenger side of the door.

“Yes, I would love to see what Naoya Zenin has planned for me.” She says as she climbed into the car gracefully.

Naoya has had many women in the passenger seat of his sports cars, but no one looked as beautiful as Y/N. His eyes found them constantly glancing over at her as she was watching the buildings go by with how fast Naoya was going. “Are you going to tell me what we’re doing tonight?” She asked as she looked at him.

“I have a dinner planned for us, just so we can get to know each other more,” Naoya explained as his fingers tapped at the steering wheel.

“Hmm, interesting. What more to know about me? I’m an English teacher and before I got ready for this date, I was trying to scrub a magic marker off my favorite sweater.” She carelessly shrugged her shoulders.

“I think there’s so much more to you than you want me to know,” Naoya said as he made a turn onto another road. “I’ll be patient enough for you to open up to me.” He answered truthfully.

“I just want to know why. Why me? You can have any woman in your social circle, but you’re here with me.” Y/N says as she looked over at him to be met with his gaze since he stopped at a red light.

“Yeah, here with you,” Naoya repeated as he pressed down on the gas once again. “When I see something I want, I go get it.” He simply adds.

“When you put it that way, you make me sound like one of your cars,” Y/N says and Naoya soon realized what Yuki said to him earlier.

When he pulled in front of the restaurant, he had stepped out of the car with a quickness before Y/N could open her door. He opened the door for her, extending his hand for her to take and she did. She clutched his arm as he gave his car keys to the valet person to park his car. A person held the door open for both of them and when they two walked in, all eyes were on them. The restaurant Yuki chose was one of the best five-star restaurants that only certain people can get in. The waitlist for reservations was booked for up to two years. The starting price range for just one entree was over sixty thousand yen. The restaurant was pure luxury and only people who didn’t care to spend thousands of yen for one three-course dinner could even breathe in the atmosphere. Naoya approached the host stand and the host already knew who he was, she would greet you two with a smile before motioning for you two to follow her.

With each step further inside the restaurant, Naoya could feel the grasp on his arm get tighter. He only removed the grasp on his arm to intertwine his fingers with Y/N’s, giving her hand a comforting squeeze as they followed the lady. The lady stopped at an elevator that was going to lead you two upstairs, her manicured finger pressed the button. As you three waited for the elevator, Naoya looked at Y/N. His eyes lit up in worry as he could see how confused she was. Perhaps the lingering eyes and whispers as they made their way through the restaurant caused her to feel some type of way. Or maybe the fact that this host was leading them to a whole different area from the other guests? Naoya couldn’t read her just yet and was hoping this date would help him pertaining that task.

“Everything okay?” Naoya asked as he looked at her. The pad of his thumb begins to rub comforting circles around the back of her hand. “We can leave if you—“

“No, I’m fine. It’s just I never actually knew this restaurant existed, it looks so fancy and expensive.” Y/N explained. “I don’t know, I could be just overthinking some things.” She explains while looking at him. “I just don’t want you to feel obligated to do all of this to try to impress me.”

Naoya listened to her concerns before looking at the host who was waiting for them to step into the elevator. She made a fair point. Majority of his dates, he has used his riches as a form of gain to get further into the women he pursued. Naoya would pull out his wallet, he stepped forward grabbing the pin that was neatly placed in the hostess's uniform vest pocket and he would walk to the coffee table that was near the elevator. Y/N was beyond confused as she was watching Naoya write four separate checks, especially given that the couple didn’t even sit down to eat yet.

He handed the checks to the host who glanced down at them, “Mr. Zenin, we can not take these.” She was attempting to give them back to him, but he refused.

“It’s no problem. One should cover the cost of the dinner. The others are just a tip for you, our server, and the valet guy outside.” He respectfully bowed at the hostess. “We apologize for the inconvenience,” he says before collecting Y/N’s hand and walking back through the restaurant.

“What the hell just happened? What are you doing?” Y/N asked as she followed before him.

Once again all eyes were on them and Y/N could even see one prestigious woman snap a picture as they were walking by. When they got outside, the valet instantly went to go get Naoya’s car. Y/N would tug the gentleman in by his jacket to gain his attention. “We could have stayed, I would have gotten over the feeling.” She says.

“You said it yourself that you don’t want me to use my wealth to try to impress you,” Naoya explains. “So, we’re going somewhere different.”

Y/N lips formed a smile, “I just want to know you without the riches. Although, it’s a huge part of your life—which is understandable. But it doesn’t define you, does it?”

When Naoya heard that question leave her mouth, he couldn’t even answer that question. He grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth and everything handed to him. He was an overseer of many hotels around the world. He could snap his fingers and get anything he wanted. Yet, he didn’t know much about himself other than those things. His lips formed a straight line in frustration. Who was Naoya Zenin without his bank account?

His thoughts were interrupted as Y/N grabbed a hold of his hand with a slight smile. “Don’t overthink the question, you have plenty of time tonight to tell me.” She winks at him before letting go of his hand to walk towards his car that had just pulled up.

When they got back into the car, Y/N was on her phone texting away and Naoya could hear a stressed sigh from her. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

“It’s just one of my student's moms.” She answered.

“They reach out to you after school hours?” Naoya questioned. “Isn’t that like crossing boundaries?”

“I mean, I don’t really mind it since I did offer up my number to some parents who want to have a much closer eye on their child. However, with this particular child, the mom has been going through some hardships with the child's father.” Y/N explained. “So this particular child needs special attention from me because he does act out occasionally. Which I only think he acts out because of what’s happening at home.”

“Hardships like what? Divorce? That obviously will be hard for a five-year-old to witness.” Naoya said as he was driving.

“I think the father is abusive, but I don't want to draw that conclusion so soon,” Y/N explained. “She always talks to me in a hush tone sometimes. When I questioned why she was speaking so low, she immediately answered with because the child was sleeping.” She says.

Naoya's hands gripped the steering wheel. “Do you know the husband's name?” He asked.

“I don’t know. She has always been the one at the back-to-school nights and such. I do know he has money like he’s rich.” She explained. “I want to help her, but sometimes us teachers can't do much but report to child services. That is if that actually helps, could make the situation worst.” She explained.

Naoya had parked his car in the parking lot of this place. Y/N pushed her phone into her clutch and her eyebrows raised at the food spot. Naoya got out of the car and raced to open the door for Y/N. She chuckled at his actions, “You do not have to rush to open my door.”

Naoya looked at her with the most offended look on his face and Y/N laughed. “Okay, whatever floats your boat.” She says before her head motioning towards the food spot.

“This is my favorite burger spot, like ever!” He says with a cheeky smile.

“Naoya Zenin likes eating cheeseburgers and not expensive rib eye steak, I am shocked.” Y/N sarcastically says.

“You said it yourself that you want to know more about me behind the riches and this is the perfect start of it.” He’s collecting her hand to drag her towards the restaurant.

The two of them were two sore thumbs sticking out in the burger spot as Naoya led her to the familiar table he always sat at when he came in here to eat. Y/B wearing her bright fusion dress and Naoya in his attire that he usually wore to meetings. They gained stares while they were sitting down further in the back, but these stares were different than the ones in the five-star luxury restaurant. Naoya usually had the same thing every time he came in here. A known regular that ate in peace, left a very nice tip, and just left. He found this restaurant as a safe place away from his father, his responsibilities, the women in his life, and so much more. Some days when he would sip on his drink and eat his cheat meal, he’ll even silence his phone just to enjoy the peaceful time of just enjoying a simple meal. But Naoya was opening up this safe space to someone else. A very special someone.

Y/N was so astonished by the atmosphere of the restaurant. The retro 80’s theme the restaurant decided to go by caused her eyes to twinkle with so much excitement that it felt like the woman was turning into one of her overjoyed students. As Naoya was looking at the menu that he had seen one too many times, he could feel someone staring at him. When his brown eyes glanced up from the menu, his eyes met with Y/N’s. She was staring so hard at him as her head was placed on the palm of her hand.

“Is something on my face or something?” Naoya asked.

“No.” She answered. “Thank you.” She responded before her eyes glanced at the menu also.

“For?” Naoya asked.

“Showing me this place. We walked in here and even the cook knew who you were, it seems like this place is very important to you and you’re showing me it. So, thank you.” Y/N answered.

“No need to thank me. I just want you to view me without the riches.”

“I know, so where do we start? Do you have any hobbies you like? Any goals?”

Naoya thought about it for a second, “I have accomplished all the goals that’s been on my list—not to brag or anything. I don’t have any hobbies:”

“That can’t be true,” Y/N says. “Everyone has hobbies, even if it’s a weird one like collecting pens. Or if it’s a provocative one like having sex.”

Naoya’s eyes met her gaze when she said sex. He let his tongue glide across his lips before speaking, “I like sex, but I think I like cars more.”

Y/N chuckles at his statement. Her lip gloss-covered lips parted to speak but a server approached them with a notepad and a smile.

“Should I get you the usual for tonight Mr. Zenin?” The server asked.

“Yes, make it two! My lovely date has never eaten here before and I want to show her that this place has the best burgers in Tokyo,” He smiled at the server and the guy would look over at Y/N.

“He isn’t lying, we won’t disappoint you,” He flashed Y/N a smile that she returned and caused the young man's cheeks to grow red.

“Should we add the signature strawberry milkshakes with it?” The server asked.

“Can we? I have such a sweet tooth,” Y/N perked up and her lips formed a pout at the gentleman across the table.

“Anything for you,” Naoya says as he passes the menus to the server.

“Okay, I’ll be right back with two shakes.”

Now it was just two once again. Y/N leaned forward as if she was interrogating the man. “So you like cars more than sex. That’s a good start. Anything else I should know? Like where do you see yourself in a few years?”

“I want to just have an empire for my family to fall back on. That is if I find the right person to build with,” Naoya explains. “I just want something different from how my family is. Just a chaotic cluster fuck of a mess.” His voice trails off while he leans back into his seat. His thighs spread apart to make himself more comfortable.

“Interesting, you want to be a family man to redeem yourself from your family drama. Noted.” Y/N says. “I want a family of my own also, but not for the same reason. It’s just the thought of being a mom excites me sometimes, I think that’s why I care so much about my students.” She says.

“You’ll make a wonderful mom, I can’t wait to have the honor to name our children.” Naoya joked and he watched Y/N burst into loud obnoxious laughter.

“You’re one confident man, Naoya.”

“I must ask though, why are you single? You’re drop-dead gorgeous, good with children, wonderful personality. I can go on,” Naoya says. “Or do you just not have time for a relationship?”

“Hmm, why would you ask that?” She asks.

“I mean, when I was waiting for you outside your place I noticed one of your neighbors' whole demeanor changed seeing you all dressed up. I think he has a Lil crush on you. Which I’m letting you know now, I’m very competitive.”

“Who? Choso?” Y/N let out a giggle. “If it makes you feel a little uneasy, we’ve slept together once. It got interrupted by his younger brother though and we now don’t talk about it. Like it didn’t even happen.”

“And you’re telling me, it’s no unresolved feelings there?” Naoya questioned.

“It’s not. Plus, if it was—you just said you were competitive right?” Y/N gives him a sly smirk before winking at him.

Naoya wanted to kiss her right then and there. Just claim her as his to prove a point. But their server interrupted them with the food and shakes they ordered. The aroma of ground beef and salty french fries swirled around between the duo as Naoya leaned forward to dig in. The first thing Y/N did was take a sip of the milkshake and she let out the cutest moan. “This is probably the best milkshake I have tried.” She says before she’s nibbling on a fry.

“I told you!” Naoya chuckles.

As the two continued to eat, Naoya couldn’t help but smile hearing Y/N praise the food in front of her. He felt so comfortable at the moment. He wasn’t worried about keeping up an image for anyone. He didn’t have to worry about pretending to care about the names of high-class individuals. He hadn't felt this feeling before and it shocked him that one woman made him feel this way.

“So, we talked about my former flings. Even though I wouldn’t even count Choso as a fling—“

“You two had sex and live next to each other. That’s a fling.”

“Whatever, but I’m not a competitive person when it comes to love. If I don’t have your full attention, I’ll find someone who will give me their attention. So, this Fei woman—what is she to you?”

“Fei is Fei. She’s just there. I can’t technically get rid of her since I’ve known her for so long and according to my father, she’s a good look when she’s on my arm.” Naoya explained.

“But do you like her romantically though?” Y/N head tilted to the side to look at him.

“No. I’m not going to lie to you Y/N, I call her when I want to bust a nut.” Naoya took a bite out of his food.

“Interesting.”

He wasn’t sure if that was a good interesting or bad interesting. Was this what Yuki was talking about when she stated that his mouth lands him in the horrible hot spot during dates?

“How so?” Naoya asked as he sipped his milkshake.

“You need to tell her you’re not interested in her like that,” Y/N commented as she looked at him.

“I have made it known. I ignored her calls, and texts, and even told her myself. She just keeps popping up,” Naoya explained.

“I just don’t want to be stepping on anybody’s toes. I would hate to be seen as a man stealer and not the mysterious woman with the nice ass,” Y/N snickers as she remembered one of the headlines in an article she read.

“You’re not though. I'm as single as can be,” Naoya took a bite from his burger.

Y/N nodded at his words while she took one of her fries and snacked on it. She sipped at her milkshake and she noticed Naoya staring at her. Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, “What? I know, I look good tonight but can I have my face back?” She jokingly asked.

Naoya chuckles while leaning forward. His fingers motioned for her to do the same and she did. He brought the pad of his thumb to the corner of her lip wiping away the whipped cream that was on her face. When his thumb touched her skin, he could feel how quickly her skin heated up due to that action. The two of them stared into each other’s not bothering to lean back from their faces being quite close.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” Naoya asked.

The woman leaned in closer so that their lips were barely touching each other. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”

Naoya chuckled at her statement before indulging in the taste of her lips. He used his elbows to prompt himself up better just so he could deepen the kiss. It felt like they were the only ones in the room as their lips moved in sync with each other as if they kissed before. If their server didn’t come back to check on them, the two most likely would have been fully making out.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to make sure you two were okay.” The server couldn’t even make eye contact with either of the duo.

And Naoya couldn’t keep his eyes off of Y/N, but it was her to break the intense stare to respond to their server. “We’re okay, just got caught in the moment. Right, Naoya?” She flashes that heart-wrenching grin at him and his body felt like it went through a heatwave.

“Yeah, we’ll be okay,” Naoya answered.

“Okay, just keep it PG, you two. This is a family restaurant.” The guy smiled at them before going to go check with some other tables.

Both Naoya and Y/N snickered at his comment like two teenagers. Naoya never smiled and laughed as much during a date, hell even during the day (unless he had a joke to upset his father). It caused him to self-reflect on his life all over again. How could one woman bring such an emotion out of him that he felt like he never actually expressed?

The couple was soon wrapping up their date and Naoya felt some form of confidence or should he say accomplishment? The date went way better than he expected. He snagged a kiss from Y/N and she haven’t stopped smiling since they entered the food spot. He watched as Y/N was talking to the owner about possibly catering an event at the school she worked at. She had Naoya’s suit jacket tugged around her shoulders so proudly and Naoya could get used to seeing that regularly. Eventually, she shared her farewells with the owner and thanked him for the meal before skipping toward Naoya who was waiting by the door.

“Your neighbor did say return you home safely, so you’re ready?” He asked.

“Yup,” Y/N says while grabbing a hold of his arm to leave the now safe space that they could share.

It took many things to tick Naoya off. He hated when his assistant didn’t file his files in alphabetical order. He hated when someone drove recklessly near his nice car. But nothing ticked him off more than paparazzi, he hated the paparazzi. He didn’t understand how a person could be so good with a camera and woke up and chose a job to follow people with said cameras. He wasn’t sure who tipped off the annoying paparazzi, but as soon as Y/N and himself left the first thing that blinded their view was the bright flashing lights of cameras.

He could feel the grip Y/N had on his arm get tighter and Naoya was close to seeing red. Similar to a bull that was getting toyed with as a red flag was dangled in its face, Naoya’s protective hold only brought her closer as he pushed through the mob of paparazzi. He’s uttering profanity words and harshly mushing people out of the way. However, he felt Y/N stumble just a bit and his brown-colored eyes snapped to look to see who caused her to stumble back. When Naoya saw one paparazzi trying to apologize, he snapped.

He didn’t know what happened in a matter of seconds, but soon he could feel his fist colliding right on the guy’s face. One punch after another until he saw red. Was it his vision or was it the blood coming out of the guy’s nose? Naoya had no clue until he could feel Y/N pleading for him to stop. When he stopped, he glanced around him and the cameras were still flashing. They gave him and Y/N space, but they were eating up the outburst that he just unfolded in front of them. His fist was stained with blood that didn’t belong to him and he just fixed his outfit, grabbed Y/N’s hand, and walked towards the car.

Naoya still had the common courtesy to open her door for her and close it. When he got into the car, he didn’t know what to say. A date that was going so well, changed so quickly because of some silly paparazzi. His nerves were getting the best of him and he could tell by how his hands were shaking as he was grasping at the steering wheel.

“Thank you,” Y/N says as she was looking out the window.

“I should be apologizing for my behavior. I don’t deserve a ‘thank you’ for ruining our date.” Naoya said as he was attempting to return her home as soon as possible due to the embarrassment.

“I don’t know why you would feel embarrassed, you defended me,” Y/N says with a smile. “Like the prince in that silly book my students love so much.”

Naoya chuckled at her statement. His skin still felt hot from the anger that clouded his judgment, but her comment caused him to relax in the driver’s seat. The remaining ride to her house was filled with silence. Although, Naoya couldn’t tell if it was an uncomfortable silence or not. Even with Y/N’s comment, he still could feel that something else was bothering her.

As he parked in front of her home, he went to get out of the car to open her door. Y/N grabbed a hold of his arm to stop him, “You’ve done enough for me tonight, I think I can open my own door.” She says.

She climbed out of the car and glanced back at him.

“I would love to do this again Naoya.”

“Really? Even though—“

“Minus the paparazzi, of course. But you’re a nice person and I enjoyed seeing this side of you.”

And with that he watched the woman walk towards her apartment complex, once he saw her disappear behind her front door—he let out a deep sigh. He couldn’t even sit to bask in his thoughts before he could hear his text message notifications going off every second. Each text message was from his father. From ranting about his behavior to Y/N, and so much more.

He could feel that this lifestyle he was born in could push the woman away because the side that she saw tonight was always trapped away behind the luxury, glamour, and money.

Naoya Zenin will always be Naoya Zenin.

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— YOSHIKAGE KIRA X FEM READER SMUT IMAGINE

— MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI 18+ ONLY

— SUMMARY: Based on the song, "The Red Means I Love You," by Madds Buckley—Yoshikage Kira finds himself disturbed by the new neighbor in town. After being able to see through her window every night, he finds himself unable to sleep, which angers him, so, he seeks to solve the problem himself.

— WC: 4.7k

— WARNINGS: DARK CONTENT! Non-con/rape, gagging, rope bondage, stalking, yandere elements, dismemberment, murder, exploding body, graphic descriptions of (canon-typical) violence and blood, light necrophilia (he fucks a dead hand). Reader also has a few glasses of wine but is not portrayed as drunk, and she also eats steak.

Yoshikage Kira does not wake up fatigued.

Every evening, he arrives home by eight o'clock, drinks a warm glass of milk, and does twenty minutes of stretching before he goes to sleep, and at the latest is in bed by eleven o'clock.

He goes to sleep like a baby and wakes up in the morning with no fatigue.

Except, these last few days, he had been waking up with fatigue.

It angered him, not knowing the cause. He'd wake up with stiff shoulders, a sore back, and eyes heavy before he would drag his feet to eat breakfast and go to his job.

In fact, it angered him so much that he started skewing his schedule to see if that was the issue. He started going to sleep at ten o'clock to see if that would fix it, but no, he would still wake up with fatigue.

When he still felt fatigued after several days of this occurring, he went to the doctor to see if he was alright. The doctor told him he was perfectly healthy, but told Yoshikage Kira that he should try to get more sleep.

This, of course, brought on the determination to find the source of the cause and eliminate it.

One night, before he went to bed, he sat down with his warm glass of milk at his dinner table and began to ponder what could be causing this sudden change.

His schedule had remained the same, no doubt about that. Work had remained the same—it was almost comical how redundant it was. His neighborhood is quiet. His-

No.

No, it wasn't.

His neighborhood was in fact, not quiet.

On the way to work every morning, during his quiet walk where he would usually hear nothing but the birds sing, he would see you, his new neighbor leaving your house.

You moved in last week, and every morning on his way to work he would see you walking the opposite way he was heading, so of course, he was subjected to seeing your face every single morning.

Normally, this wouldn't be an issue for him. Except, this time, he enjoyed seeing your face, and that posed a problem for him.

If he enjoyed seeing your face, and it led to his fatigue, then he would have to get rid of something to solve the problem. He supposed that he would simply have to get rid of you, in order to solve these sleepless nights.

With that, Yoshikage Kira nods to himself, knowing what he has to do. He finishes up his glass of milk and does his twenty minutes of stretching before heading to bed.

The next few days were hard on Kira. Originally, he had planned to spend the next few days carefully planning the ways to lure you in so he could eliminate you, but each night before he could fall asleep, he'd see your figure through his window at night.

His eyes would linger over the silhouette of you in the soft orange lighting of your bedroom. Your body would appear and disappear through your window, going back and forth deciding about what you want to wear to bed that night, or what you want to wear before going out with your girlfriends.

While crawling into bed, he would feel his throat drying up as he watched your hands travel over your body, smoothing out the fabric that clung to the soft curves of your silhouette. He'd adjust the collar to his silk night pajamas and clear his throat, still paying specific attention to how your hands move over your body.

To make matters worse, he could feel his cock twitch underneath his underwear as his mind rambled with thoughts on how to deal with you, or, better put, this disturbance that keeps showing off in the house down next to him.

Maybe he'd lure you in for a nice dinner, expressing how gorgeous you are during the entire evening, and maybe he'd get you into his bed if he served you enough wine to make you a little bit easier to convince.

Yes... That is how he'll lure you in. He makes the decision and rolls over to go to sleep, sleeping soundly for what feels like the first time in a long time.

The next week, he moves carefully. He is thoughtful, and conniving. His words are sweet like honey, and they lure you in like a bear to the comb, so, he "accidentally" runs into you one morning on his way to work. He's quick to introduce himself.

"Ah, you're the neighbor who just moved in, correct?" He takes your hand and gently squeezes it. He makes a note of how soft they feel and he gently runs a smooth thumb over the back of it.

"Yes, I am," You say, and you introduce yourself along with your name.

Her voice... how sweet... He thinks to himself, and he politely bows his head.

"Well, good morning, my name is Yoshikage Kira. A pleasure to meet you. I live just there if you need anything." He nods his head toward the house in the corner.

His eyes catch the small, genuine smile that adorns your face, and from that moment onward, he knows he's locked in.

From then on, he recognized your schedule quite quickly. It's easy to catch up to you, to bump into you, to find easy ways to make conversation with you—he has you in his hands. You're nothing but a mouse to a cat's claws in his eyes, and he's planning to pounce.

His plans come to fruition when he finally has you dangling over his mouth, caught by your tail when he invites you to have dinner over at his house, as a date. He's so gentlemanly when he asks, and of course, his usual attire in his suit is ever so easy on the eyes, so you're quick to say yes.

You didn't think anything could go wrong. In fact, you assumed that this was nothing more than perfect. He's single, he's your age, he's nice, and he's your neighbor—it just made perfect sense to go out with him, so when you agree to dinner, and when you sit down in front of him, you can't help but feel so giddy about how well your love life seems to be moving now.

"So? What do you do for work?" You ask in that sweet voice of yours, which makes his chest tense. Kira clears his throat as if to distract himself from the rampaging thoughts inside his head so he can continue his plan without a hitch. He offers you a warm smile and opens a bottle of wine with a pop before he pours the red liquid into your glass.

"I'm a salesman," he replies and then fills his glass of wine. He looks over at you once he finishes pouring his glass, and notices you swirling the red liquid around in the glass. He's intrigued, and he chuckles as he sits down across from you, grabbing his own glass of wine. "And you? I suppose you must be some professional wine connoisseur," he says, forcing a smile as he takes in the intriguing, yet sickening sight in front of him as you now take a whiff of the wine. Normally, he wouldn't be bothered by someone tasting the wine as such, but because of the fact that it was you, he felt repulsed. Everything you did was repulsive—even showing up in this hideous silk, red dress that hugged your waist, with fabric long enough to embrace your calves, and with a cut low enough to expose your cleavage, was so repulsive that it made his cock twitch beneath the fabric of his pants. Nevertheless, he kept this warm demeanor on his face so he wouldn't act too rash too soon.

"Oh stop," you say with a giggle as you cut into the steak in front of you. Kira forces another smile when you giggle playfully, and as you cut into the steak. "No, I'm not, although I'd love to be a professional wine connoisseur one day, but..." You let out a dreary sigh. "...I'm just a manager in the shopping mall downtown." You chew on your steak and then take a sip of wine, and Kira sees a surprised look on your face once you swallow the wine.

"I didn't realize this wine would pair so well with this steak..." You say with a smile as you take another sip.

Kira has to take another deep breath before replying to you. He hates being so close to you, finding your smile almost intoxicating. He knew he couldn't last much longer at the table, so he makes the decision to hurry things up.

"Oh, really? I'm pleased that you find it so pleasant on the palate," Kira replies warmly before he finally turns to cut into his own steak. His eyes wander over your body once more, his eyes linger on your hands decorated with jewelry and fingernails painted with a French tip, and he quickly averts his gaze to the wine bottle placed before him, once he feels his cock quickly rush with blood.

Kira then grabs the bottle of wine, refills your halfway-empty glass, and then places it back onto the table. Then, dinner resumes, going off without a hitch, his eyes keenly watching that glass of yours as you drink so he can refill it whenever it gets halfway empty as dinner continues.

Under his unassuming gaze, Kira watches you like a hawk. With eyes sharper than a razorblade, he makes sure he doesn't miss a beat in this conversation, watching for any moment he could catch you in his talons.

"Sorry, forgive me, but I need to use the restroom," you say, wiping your mouth with a napkin before standing up and grabbing your pocketbook. You give him an unsure look, and he knows instantly that you don't know where the restroom is.

Finally. He's gripping you tightly now in his sharp claws, and he stands up, wiping his mouth off as well before placing the napkin down on the table.

"Oh! Let me show you where the bathroom is. I apologize for not giving you a tour earlier of my home," he says, and gestures for you to follow him, which you do.

You follow him down a long hallway, your eyes wander to the decorations around you, taking notice of how neatly placed everything is and how dust-free it is.

"You have a lovely home," you mention as you follow Kira, and you notice him turn his head to look at you briefly with an amused look on his face.

"Why, thank you," he says plainly, and soon he stops in front of a door at the end of the long hallway, and you stop and watch as he brings his hand up to twist on the golden doorknob in front of him, and he steps into the room to let you inside. You go inside and notice you're inside the bedroom, but your confusion suddenly falters when you see the master bathroom connected to the room. You bow your head, thanking him.

"Of course. I'll just be sitting at the dining table whenever you finish up. You can find your way back, correct?" He asks, and you don't miss the warm smile that graces his face as he grips the handle on the door.

You nod and offer a warm smile back, feeling your face flush with warmth as he gives you that smile you've loved all evening. "Yes, I'll be okay."

With that, you shut the door, and then you hear the door shut to Kira's room. You sigh, feeling good that he returned to the dining room so you can use the restroom peacefully without worrying that he can hear you pee. As you move to use the restroom and sit down on the toilet, your heart pounds in your chest, considering how well tonight has progressed. Yoshikage Kira certainly seemed to be such a good man as you took note of how he was constantly a gentleman and consistently listened to you, asking questions about your life once you began talking about it.

You sigh and finish up using the restroom, making sure to flush the toilet before you move over to the sink where you wash your hands, while you do, you smile to yourself, continuing to think about how amazing Yoshikage Kira has been, and, remembering the way he looked at you in your dress earlier at the table.

Once you finish washing your hands, you shut the water off. You open your pocketbook and take out your makeup kit to quickly powder your nose, but are stopped short when you suddenly hear a creak from the floorboards. You furrow your eyebrows and shut your powder-press before stuffing it into your pocketbook. You look down at the floor to make sure it wasn't you making that creaking noise, but, the floor is tile, which makes your heart pound in your chest, quicker than it was pounding earlier.

Maybe this house is old, you think to yourself, quickly trying to rationalize instead of being paranoid about some floorboards creaking. You close your eyes and take a deep breath before exhaling slowly, trying to calm your heart before you return to dinner with Yoshikage Kira. Then, slowly—once you feel relaxed—you open your eyes once again and smile before gripping the door handle.

You push the door open and step into the bedroom and you take a glance around the room to confirm your suspicions that there wasn't anyone there. You remain vigilant, standing a little stiff as your head swivels on a pike to look at every corner of the room. The room was a little dark considering it was nighttime now, but, as far as the eye could see, you couldn't make anything out that could potentially creep you out, so you let out another sigh, knowing you were safe. Now, with newly found confidence, you make your way toward the door to join your date.

Floorboards creak beneath your feet as you make your way toward the door—the familiar sound sends shivers down your spine—and when you stop to grab the handle, you notice a quick creaking sound come from the corner of the room.

You stand still, and your breath picks up again, frozen in place. You grip the handle tightly, and slowly you begin to turn it.

Creak.

Shit, you panic and quickly grab the handle and give it a yank to open the door, but the door doesn't budge. Shit, shit, shit, shit. You yank on it again, harder this time, and when the door still doesn't give, you throw your pocketbook down onto the ground, gripping the handle with both hands, giving it a harder pull. Your heart pounds in your chest and you breathe heavily as panic quickly rises, realizing the situation you're in.

You open your mouth to shout for help when suddenly you feel a pair of hands grip your waist from behind, causing your heart rate to soar. You shriek, but your sounds are quickly muffled when a cloth is shoved into your mouth, and a strong arm places you into a headlock, reducing you to a weak, choking mess as you try to shove the cloth out of your mouth with your tongue and as you beat your hands against the perpetrator's arm locked around your head, but the man is quick to push the cloth further into your mouth and he tightens his arm around your neck, making you suddenly lightheaded.

"Make a move, and I'll make this more painful for you than I originally intended it to be."

Your eyes widen, and you instantly feel like crying once you hear his voice. Your mouth instantly feels bone dry, and your legs go stiff once you realize whose voice it is.

Kira smirks to himself, and he hoists you up now so your body is pressed against him, pressing his hard cock against your backside. He groans, and his eyes narrow onto your helpless face, as you whimper weakly. He feels you breathing quickly, and he sighs contently at the sight, feeling a rush of victory course through his blood, knowing that he'll soon have peace and quiet once more once he gets rid of you.

"Now..." Once he notices you remain still, he slowly guides you over to his bed and lays you down on it, then, he slowly moves back. He watches you with piercing eyes, narrowed onto you like daggers as he admires his prize. "...Strip."

When you don't instantly make a move, he moves his hand to grab his cleaver from on top of his dresser, but when your eyes catch the glint of that shiny metal reflecting from the moonlight, you quickly move and kick off your heels, and then stand up to take off your dress. With shaky hands, you slide off the dress and let it fall onto the floor in a puddle around your feet. Then, you slowly step out of the dress from around your feet, and your hands move to the waistband of your panties, shedding the thin fabric quickly from your body, leaving you to wrap your arms around your torso protectively.

Kira's eyes rake over you once you remove your clothes, and he immediately scrutinizes your naked body. His cock strains against his pants as he takes in every single aspect of you, finally being able to see what lies beyond those curtains in your bedroom. His facial expression remains blank, but his eyes narrow when he unashamedly admires the curves of your breasts, the size of your nipples, and how they sit on that silky flesh; taking in the curve of your hips, and the angles that align and your pussy that sits between them; how your legs extend beneath your hips with beautiful, supple thighs, calves, and feet—but, those all fell short in comparison to your hands.

Along with your body, it was those hands that kept him up at night, staring longingly at your silhouette through the window. Those hands that he watched so carefully as they'd caress your own body as you'd get dressed, or how they'd play with the ends of your hair. Those hands that he stared at every time he shook them while greeting you whenever he bumped into you. Those hands that he couldn't remove his eyes off of at dinner.

He's obsessed, and now that he has you in front of him—standing like a Greek statue with your arms across your body, and shaking like a leaf—he can finally grab ahold of what rightfully belongs to him.

He takes another step in front of you until you can feel his warm breath brush against the skin on your neck. You whimper from the sheer amount of fear coursing through your body, standing still because your life depended on it. You shiver and your breath quickens when you suddenly feel his hands trace over the curvature of your hips; your panic spikes and you shriek when he harshly grips your hips and lifts you, throwing you onto the bed with your legs still dangling over the edge.

You quickly try to scramble back away from him, but he's fast—almost too fast for your liking as he rapidly moves on top of you—a strong arm pins your wrists above your head while the other makes a quick move to reach into his coat pocket to grab a rope. Your eyes widen at the rope, and you try to move away again but Kira plants a heavy foot onto your stomach to keep you from moving, but the action makes you yelp and causes you to gag on the cloth in your mouth. You whine, feeling so helpless under the sole of Kira's shoe, and by the strong grip of his hands he ties a harsh rope around your wrists, the spiny chord digging into your skin makes your eyes begin to water.

You look at him with hopeless eyes, begging, pleading for a shrivel of mercy as you squirm when he ties your wrists to the bedpost, hoping that maybe this man would change back into that kind gentleman you met all those weeks ago, but, you're quickly left with tears now flowing down your face when he stands back up, removing his coat and tossing it to the side before undoing his belt buckle and then his pants.

Once his cock is free, he groans and his head tilts back, feeling relieved since he's been holding in his boner for so long. He brings his hand down and strokes it to calm himself before he tilts his head back up to look at you. He feels his heart pound quickly in his chest as he looks at you, tied up, crying, and muffled with the cloth in your mouth. It was such a delicious sight, that made him feel unbeatable, knowing that he'd always get what he wanted, whether or not he had to pin his prey—he always won.

He approaches you once more and grips your legs harshly and wraps them around his waist, his eyes focused on your pussy in front of him. He takes his thumb and swipes over your folds to see if you're wet or not, and, to his shock, his eyebrows raise when he finds you to be wet. He chuckles lowly, and then grips his cock tightly with his tip leaking pre-cum.

"Hmm... seems like you don't have a problem with me doing this after all." He grins, and a long curl of his blonde hair falls in front of his face when he looks down at your face, shaking your head vigorously.

"Mmf! Nnn!" You try to squeal in protest, but the cloth is shoved too deep into your throat to even clearly speak a consonant.

He finds this amusing and ignores your pathetic attempts to refuse and brushes his thumb over the head of his cock before he slips inside you, letting out a low groan as he bottoms out. You squeal and buck your hips and begin to squirm in an attempt to get him out, but Kira furrows his eyebrows and quickly sets a rough, punishing pace that has his hips slapping against yours to get you to stop squirming, and, instantly, to his pleasure, your legs fall weak as you feel the brunt tip of his cock repeatedly punching that soft spot inside of you.

He groans with every thrust, not speaking once. No ounce of praise or even degradation. All that consumes his mind while fucking your soaking cunt are thoughts of obsession—obsessed with finally having you, crying as he takes your poor pussy.

He groans as his pace picks up, feeling close to his orgasm now, and you let out a muffled sob beneath him, your eyes flowing with tears as mascara runs down your face. He smirks, feeling gratified that he has you in such a vulnerable position, but, that gratification doesn't last long when you let out more grunts and look up at him with daggers in your eyes. He's amused once again, and chuckles, knowing that you're angry—furious, even—but before his amusement can last, you've somehow gained the strength to unlock your legs from around his waist which instantly slips out of Kira's hands given that he's shocked, and then you pull back your legs before kicking them onto Kira, directly into the stomach, making him quickly fall, and lurch over.

You huff, feeling slightly relieved that you have a little lee-way while Kira grovels on the floor in pain, so you work quickly to shimmy your hands out of the thorny rope. You whimper from how much it scrapes your hands, but with enough tugging, you manage to set one free.

Kira groans, and he holds his stomach when he finally stands back up. His eyes narrow once he sees you remove your hand from that rope, so he quickly marches over to you and lets out a wicked chuckle, knowing he'll have you in his bind again.

His hands reach out and grab ahold of your throat which makes your eyes pop out of your head and you gag, almost choking on the thick cloth in your throat. A smug smirk appears on Kira's face at the first sign of you struggling and then lets go of your throat with one hand and quickly grabs your other. He moans at the feeling of your hand in his, and then quickly places it around his dick.

"Please... do it for me, my sweet," he rasps, his lips curled into a sickening smirk when he doesn't even wait for you to respond as he grips your wrist tightly and makes it start to stroke his cock. He groans at the feeling, and you whimper with tears coming out of your eyes, feeling so hopeless. You swallow thickly, trying to unclasp your fingers from around his cock, however, you quickly regret it when Kira lets out a frustrated groan.

"Even when I ask nicely, you can't cooperate?! You bitch!" He yells, almost growling when he finally lets go of your throat and reaches for something off of his dresser. Panic quickly settles into your face when you recognize that reflection on that sharp blade, so you try to scramble away, but Kira's grip on your wrist that's placed around his cock is hard. Your eyes widen when he pulls the cleaver back and you let out the loudest scream you can possibly do with the cloth shoved in your throat when suddenly he brings the cleaver down, slicing through the bones in your wrist.

You scream and sob, clutching your dismembered arm immediately, wondering how everything has led up to this final moment.

How did your decisions in meeting Kira even lead up to here?

How could God even leave you to die like this?

Kira is seething as he watches you roll around on his bedspread, spewing blood all over his bedsheets. His eyes narrow once more, breathing heavily. He had to get rid of you, because not only were you disturbing his peaceful life, you were also spreading your nasty, disgusting, repulsive blood all over his freshly washed linens.

In a blind rage, Kira is quick to gain revenge.

"Killer Queen!"

His body is seething as he watches his Stand manifest before it quickly disappears after it touches you. Kira feels his nails grow and he digs them into his palms, feeling rage pent up in his body from your frustrating refusal and your blatant disregard for his belongings.

Tick.

Boom!

Within a split second, he watches the girl before him explode into a plume of fire and ashes, before withering away into nothingness.

He lets out a deep breath once he sees that you're gone, and he smiles to himself as his breathing relaxes.

He regains his posture after calming himself and looks down at his raging cock with your dismembered hand still wrapped around it.

"Oh... yes, my beauty..." He murmurs, as he grips the bleeding end of the hand and slowly begins to move the clutched hand around his cock, and slowly begins to thrust his hips into the hand.

"Yes... yes, finally... you and I, alone..."

He moans at the feeling from the hand, loving the death grip that's wrapped tightly around his leaking cock. His head falls back and his eyes flutter to a close as his cock throbs in those beautiful fingers. He moans, muttering more praise to the beautiful hand as he increases the pace of his hips thrusting into the beauty that lies before him.

Then, he finally feels a sense of happiness wash over him when his cock throbs once more, releasing his cum all over the hand.

He sighs, and he pulls the hand away. He brings it up to him so it's eye-level with him. He smiles at the cum-soaked hand that's still dripping blood at the wrist—and then grabs a nearby tissue from a tissue box to clean it up. He dabs it up gently.

"You did wonderfully... thank you for bringing me so much pleasure, darling," he says gently. Once he finishes cleaning it up, he smiles at his handiwork and pressed a chaste kiss to the top of the hand before bringing it up to caress his face. He nuzzles into it like a kitten to his mother.

"I love you." He smiles and nuzzles in again, repeating that phrase once more under his breath.

He sighs, feeling content once more.

With nothing to distract him from his sleep, he knew he could finally continue to resume his sleep schedule without feeling fatigued in the mornings.

#⊹˳⁺ ♡ 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

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