Hiya! Love your Akechi x readers so here I am to request one! How about Akechi's possible guilty pleasure fantasy of having a yandere? Nothing over your limits, ofc. Just fulfilling all his desires as an unwanted boy, endless love from the yan-reader. I imagine he'd be quite responsive after the initial alarm... but I'm much more interested in your take!
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Goro Akechi x Yandere! Reader ♯ Pretty Little Psycho - Porcelain Black Synopsis: you grow obsessed over the Ace Detective because you know that he's hiding more than he would ever show. And he's growing obsessed with you because you're the only one showing him that you're willing to sit in the wreckage alongside him. Genre: suggestive. Semi-headcanons. Tags: SPOILLLERRRSSS. Toxic relationship. Staaaalkiiiing. Yandere on yandere action. Mentions of murder. Saviour complex on both sides. He is self-destructive. BOTH of you are obsessive freaks. Mentions of drugging. Making out. Sloppy makeout and it's messy. Finger sucking ig idk. Wc: 7.6k
Goro Akechi always believed that he was never meant for love.
Everyone that he's ever held close to his heart ends up hurting him one way or another--- his father's a deadbeat that left him without a second glance. His mother left him so suddenly, as if it was easy.
He always thought of himself as someone who needs to earn someone's heart. Who needs to try. Do everything that he can.
Akechi stopped trying after a while. After he realised that his mother was never coming back. Long before he met the father that didn't even recognise him.
He thought he was over it. Over his pathetic pleas of someone to care for him as much as he cares for others. Every four leaf clover, every candle on the birthday cake, every wishbone, every shooting star. Would be used to wish for someone that would embrace him with open arms.
Someone with undying love that it was suffocating.
Someone that would rather cut off their own arm than even thinking about leaving him.
Perhaps, someone like you.
Someone so willing to fulfil his most biggest guilty pleasure.
He didn't even bother batting an eye at you the very first time you met. But in your eyes, he became everything you've ever wanted. You could see the imaginary glitter flying across his fae and all around him.
A funny thing you were, having such strong feelings for someone and not bothering to do anything about it.
You spend your days looking at him from a far. Staring at his brown hair from the desk right beside him. Seething at the sight of other girls fawning over him.
It's even worse when you see him entertain his fangirls. When they'd let out shrill giggles when he even spares a glance at them, or when he'd unintentionally say something funny. You glared at your classmates, your seniors, and your juniors. You watch as they all form a pile around him.
You rolled your eyes. Shoving your face into the depths of your long forgotten textbook.
When had you started to feel this way towards him. It's a bit weird if you were to say so yourself. It's quite obvious, yes. He's smart, he's very ridiculously handsome, and he's famous.
It was just another stupid crush. A stupid crush that'll go away soon enough. Maybe a bit longer, but no matter. If you stayed away from him, then you won't need to deal with any of the troubles that'll come with the behaviour that you'll exhibit.
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It wasn't just a stupid crush. It's never a stupid crush. It's always something much more than that. Much deeper. A lot more obsessive than you'd ever want it to be.
But that was Akechi. The Ace Detective. He'd never care about you, he doesn't even know your name. You were just another one of those girls to him.
Still, that didn't stop you from being so utterly obsessed with him. With his demeanour. With the amount of confidence he carried himself with.
He was already ridiculously beautiful on TV, and he's much more gorgeous when you see him up close in real life.
'A crush is just a lack of information.' Was what your mother would repeat to yourself when he heard the stories of the many boys you fancied. And that couldn't have been more true. You knew nothing about Akechi and what goes on in his personal life.
What's making you so attracted to him were the stories that you made up for him in your head.
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It was way past midnight. Probably the first time you've been out late in a while.
You left the convenience store. Grabbing what you bought and stuffing it into your bag, not wanting the crinkling of the plastic to call you out.
You lurked around the corner. Finding that familiar shadow of your favourite boy.
No, you haven't been following him around ever sine school ended. And no, you didn't wait three hours in front of his tutoring place for him. What kind of lunatic would do that...
You werent't sure what your goal was when you started to trace his footsteps. It wasn't like his schedule would follow this exact one every single day. Why did you want to know his schedule anyway. Seems a bit pathetic.
You hid perfectly in the corner, deep in the darkness when you saw how shifty he was acting. Pressing your back against the well as you tried your best to hold your breath. Make yourself as invisible as you could possibly be. One wrong move, and you were done for. Wondering if he knew if you were following him.
Your suspicions were further intensified when you thought you were in the clear. Hearing footsteps come from behind the wall you were hiding in. Moving your head to the side, you peeked. Both eyes inching towards the edge of the wall.
Though, you were met with nothing. No sight of him, at all. No brown hair, not even a glimpse of his perfectly ironed uniform. You started to feel nauseous. Cursing yourself for screwing it up, like you always did. You just had to follow him, didn't you.
You were lost deep in your thoughts. Way too deep. You probably stood there glued to the floor for a while. There wasn't really anywhere for him to go. He was at an open freeway, with no corner to hide in. And you would've known if he ran away, unless he somehow had very quiet footsteps.
You sighed, gripping the straps of you bag, and began walking away.
As you turned your back, you heard something. A whoosh. Much like a strong gust of wind. You flipped your head back after realising the lack of actual wind.
You squinted your eyes. Trying to focus on what was in front of you.
Red dots. Flying around right where you were looking at. Neon and extremely visible. You weren't sure if you were hallucinating, or if those dots were getting bigger. It seemed as if it was forming a portal. You had slap your face once you saw it form a spiral.
Am I just sleep deprived? I knew I shouldn't've stayed up so late.
Your hands slammed against your mouth as you ran back to where you were hiding prior. Eyes widening and closing in on what you saw.
Goro Akechi. Who just appeared out of nowhere. From thin air. He stood there. His back facing you.
You went back to holding your breath. It felt like you were paralysed. You trembled as he looked around, holding your hand to your chest in fear that your heartbeat was so loud he could hear it.
He walked a few feet to the side, before gaining up on his feet and sprinting away.
You stayed there, eyes as wide as it could be, it was nearly bulging out of your skull.
What was he? A ghost? A phantom? A superhero of sorts?
It took you hours before you snapped out of your shocked state. Making your way back home. Even then, you walked in complete dissociation.
You sat you bag on your chair. Sitting on the edge of your bed and placing your hand on your chin.
Do you tell somebody. Do you confront him?
No, no. That's stupid.
You'll just keep quiet for now.
This can be your little secret.
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Your feelings grew stronger as days went by.
For some reason. You felt entitled. Entitled to his secret. At least, you assumed it was a secret. You saw it as something that only the both of you would know about. A dirty little secret.
You watched as he went on and on to his interviewer that he had a humble beginning and he tries his best to stay humble. That he only got lucky and that he was really just an ordinary guy.
You'd stare at that TV screen, at his beautiful face with that soft smile plastered on it. You knew that he was different. You had no idea what that made him, but you knew. You were special.
You'll be different with him.
You felt yourself staring at him with what you could only imagine as heart eyes. Deep stares and perverted thoughts seemed to flood your mind.
He's starting to haunt your dreams, to occupy most of your schedule.
And yet, he still has no idea who you are.
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He's been sensing something.
A strong palace. Much stronger that he's ever sensed before.
Ever since that night he killed the last train conductor.
He returned from the MetaVerse with this intense feeling. He wasn't quite sure how to describe it, he likened it to the colour red; intense, intimate, passionate.
It was behind him, around him. It followed him to school. It stalked him when he'd walk to do chores.
He went to Mementos, trying to find any clues and coming back up empty handed.
He couldn't enter anything into the MetaNav app on his phone because he had no idea who to put in.
It was just something he couldn't place his finger on. It didn't feel like anything malicious, however, he's been killing people who weren't malicious in the first place, so who was he to say. It's just been following him. Only him.
You didn't know how to approach him. You weren't sure what his supernatural powers meant, what he could do to people. Hell, you weren't even sure if what you saw was real or not. Perhaps it was just you mind playing tricks on you.
It's just that.. ever since that day, you felt like you had a duty to take care of him. To protect his secret from the outside world.
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He felt himself get pulled into that other realm much too quickly. Red splotches flooding his vision while he tries not to double over from the nausea. The floor beneath his feet were already shifting.
He noticed the air first. The way there was a scent that he couldn't quite put a finger on. Flooding all the way to his nostrils.
Whose palace was this.
He wasn't in his Loki suit. Which meant that whoever this palace belonged to, they didn't see him as a threat.. yet.
The castle stood tall in front of him. It was made completely out of stone. Polished stone, despite the darkness around him, the walls shined iridescently, catching every glint of his eye. There were golden accents, with giant gates covering the entire perimeter.
He approached it with caution. Hand in front of him in case something were to pop out of the door and attack him.
The gate opened almost instantly when he touched it. It seemed harmless. He should be safe if it were that accepting.
Red banner hung from the top of the giant front doors. Made of oak wood, with the dark, metal handles attached.
Akechi reached for it, holding the handle in his hands and pushing with all his might. It was heavy against his weight. Much like how a real castle would have.
Would the palace ruler see themselves as some sort of emperor? Or perhaps would their ego be so high that it manifested into a place where everyone had to bow down to them. He was still racking his head up on whose head exactly he was in.
The red didn't stop at the front door. It continued along the floor. Extending so far down into a barely-lit hallway that he couldn't see the end of it.
He steadied himself. If he were in danger, then he'd simply take out the ruler, just like how he's been doing for years.
He's a weapon, and a simple selfish person would have nothing against him.
He walked along the hallway. Careful as to not let the heels of his boots land too hard on the carpet. His eyes wandered around. Though, there wasn't much that he could see, given how dark it was.
He could make out paintings. Frames upon frames covering nearly every inch of the walls. He couldn't see what was on them, though. He could only make out a figure. Barely visible.
Akechi reached the end, another big door in front of him. He scoffed. This is ridiculous.
He didn't hesitate to open it, only ajar. Peeking his eye through the gap.
Just as he suspected, there was a throne. And someone sitting lazily on it. So he was right. Another person who sees themselves as royalty. As someone who thinks that they deserve all of the riches in the entire world. Right on their fingertips.
He snarled. Those people disgusted him. Human filth, was what he called them.
It was only when his gaze drifted higher, did he stumble back in surprise.
Because right there, on the golden throne much too big for anyone in the world. Was a splitting image of himself. He was.. the palace ruler?
That can't be right. Quite the opposite, in fact. Akechi was more in touch with what he was feeling more than he'd like to be. He knows that he comes across as extremely condescending. And while that might be on purpose. He also knows that it's to hide the fact that he doesn't believe that he should be condescending in the first place. Not with how little he thought of himself.
How could the depths of his heart view himself as a king.
The false brunette in front of him made his stomach churn. It had a snarl on his face. Looking down on shadows disguising themselves as servants. With their heads grey and their face obstructed. Seeing himself like this reminded him so much of the people that he was working for.
He pulled back, hiding himself by pressing his back against the door. What the fuck.
That... thing couldn't possibly be him. It was for sure just a warped amalgamation created by some twisted idiot.
But then, the light shining through the gap hit one of the pictures on the wall. And he could see it much clearer than ever. A picture of him.
Not a professional one, where he's wearing some sort of formal attire. It was as if it was taken during his daily, mundane routine of life. As if it were taken when he was oblivious, when he was just existing.
That was when he was fully in panic mode. Somebody was following him. Were they seeking to blackmail him? Or rather, was Shido sending somebody to keep eyes on him?
Just as quick, he regained his composure. If Shido did set somebody up for this, or even if he didn't. He needs to think of a strategy fast.
It was obvious that whoever owned this palace didn't see him as a threat. In fact, they view him as somebody of higher power. And factoring in how the palace looks. A castle, to symbolise how influential Akechi was.
He went back to eye whatever was happening inside the other room. And he saw somebody. Somebody at the foot of his shadow self. They were on their knees, holding out a basket of what he could only guess as an assortment of fruits. Offerings, perhaps.
He narrowed his eyes, Their face was blocked by a pillar, made of gold, of course, he was trying to focus on who that person was. He saw how his false self grabbed a handful of grapes from the basket, before it moved to cradle the other person's head in it's palms.
What in the hell was going on.
He had no choice but to sneak inside. As stealthily as he could. He was lucky that there weren't any guards keeping watch. Akechi hid behind said pillar. To which he peeked from behind it.
Finally getting a good view of their face. Realisation dawned before him. It was Y/n... of course..
He blinked right at them, their eyes impossibly larger than a human's normally should be. Glossy and dazed. Who's Y/n?
The thought slowly shoved to the back of his head when he saw how you handed him a strawberry. The widest, and most hopeful smile plastered across your face. Even more so when it reached down to caress the top of your head. This was.. a sick fantasy, nothing more than that.
He's almost flattered, that you think so highly of him to the point of.. this. It was definitely a first.
That euphoric, almost egotistical feeling that this was giving him went away just as quick.
Thi could very well be a ploy.
Planted by god knows who. Maybe Shido, or maybe to the gods that granted him his powers in the first place. Nevertheless, besides your name, he had no idea who you were. And he could only assume that you didn't know anything about him either. How could you be this deeply obsessed over somebody who has never even spared a glance your way? The only reason he knows your name anyways was because he knows everyone's name. He has to, if he wants to build a good social rapport.
He could enjoy this, yes. He could use your devotion to him as leverage to make you the ragdoll to place all the blame on if he gets caught. But some small part of him is convinced that this isn't exactly real. And that perhaps, you were sent.
He decided to leave for the time being. Come up with a plan on how to deal with you and come back some other time. He needed as much information as he could get.
And he knew just what to do.
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"Ah, Y/n."
You knew that voice. Staying up late until past midnight wasn't for nothing if not watching each and every one of his interviews.
You spun around, "uh-- hi- hey, hi." You mentally slapped yourself in the face. Well-- you couldn't really be blamed. Not when Akechi was standing right in front of you, the softest, beautiful smile on his face.
"I was looking for you." He states plainly. As if he were unaware with how insane that sentence made you.
He was looking for you? What for? Did he need your help, or was he just seeking you out, specifically. You, only you. Specifically. You.
He did know what he was doing to you. Not conclusively, but he had a plan. He observed how you presented yourself. So far, your nervousness and pink complexion definitely looks like you have more than an interest in him. But he couldn't confirm anything for sure yet.
"Real- really?" You pointed at yourself, "me?" You swallowed thickly.
"Yes." He nodded. "I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to lunch today?"
Oh dear, you might as well just pass out on the spot. You thanked whichever god to have blessed you with this handsome man to ask you out on a date-- despite it not really being a date, he just asked if you wanted to have lunch with him--- no. It was definitely a date. For sure. He's so in love with you.
"Yes! I'd-- I uh, I would love to." You smiled sheepishly. You felt your face heat up, breaths coming out a lot heavier now.
His head tilted ever so slightly to the side. It was either you were amazing at acting, or you actually decided to be obsessed over a man like him. Ridiculous, this was utterly ridiculous.
"Great, follow me, then." He turned on his heel. Hastily making his way to the stairs, his longer legs made him a lot faster.
You placed a hand over your chest. Pressing hard, as if it was going to slow down your heartbeat, which was, beating impossibly hard it could burst out of your chest.
You followed him to the roof. A very romantic place for a lunch, if you were to say for yourself.
He pointed to the abandoned bleacher seat by the corner. "Please,"
You followed suit mindlessly.
It was only when everything settled did you begin to feel aware about everything around you. Now that the man you were so infatuated with was right in front of you, you had no idea how long you'd last before you'd starts spilling your feelings out to him.
"I would love to get to know you more, Y/n."
And at that moment, you don't know why you didn't ask for more information. To question him, ask why it was you specifically he wanted to get to know more. Or where this even came from in the first place. But this was the first romantic obsession you've had that felt like it was going somewhere.
And the high. Oh god the high.
The feeling when he said that, when he began talking to you in general. It made you giddy. You could compare to if you were to drink a whole bottle of sake and chainsmoke. The high was amazing.
So you nodded. You nodded because if you were to do anything else, you might scare him away. Or if you moved even an inch, you'd wake up from this dream.
You said yes because his approval meant everything to you.
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To you, it was a miracle. The boy you've been eyeing approached you first, and now you're dating (maybe).
To him, it was a very meticulously formulated plan for him to figure out what exactly that palace was.
Neither of you knew each other's true intentions. And you couldn't care less if you did.
Because right now, with you in his apartment, laying down on his bed, with him right next to you. You wonder if this was all a dream.
He didn't know why he let it go this far.
After that first interaction up at the roof. He made it a schedule to bring you along to any chores he had. That didn't include his work, of course.
But he'd invite you to the jazz club. He'd ask if you were free to grab dinner. His treat.
He even let himself invite you over to his house. Claiming that he needed help on his school work. Hiding behind the excuse that he needed you because you were good at the subject (you weren't, but you didn't want to say that, not in the slightest).
Not to mention how overjoyed you were, going to his house. Waiting for an opening for him to leave his room so you could go through his stuff. Opening his drawers once or twice. Having to seriously stop yourself from rummaging in his closet and taking whatever article of clothing you could find back home.
He was trying to get closer to you. And you were somehow none the wiser. Assuming that it was all a coincidence, rather than a heavily orchestrated plan.
And right after you'd have an outing. Akechi would periodically check your palace. Seeing if it would intensify with every interaction he had with you.
And sure enough, it did.
His hypothesis was proven wrong. And you were undoubtedly.. in love with him. It wasn't a set up with any malicious intent. You just.. loved him.
... why?
It wasn't like he didn't get any fans. And he definitely did get some para-social ones. But it was like you were the first one that was.. that loves him. Was this even love? He wonders if you'll get bored after you find out who he truly is.
He also wonders how long he'll be dragging this out. Now that he has his answer. He should just discard you. Maybe kill your shadow self as to erase any prior interactions. He can't bring himself to do that though.
If he kills that part of you that loves him, then he won't have you ogling at him as if he were a god.
Oh, of course. He brings a hand up to his face. It doesn't take him much to realise.
He wants your affection just as much as you're willing to give it.
He scoffs. Since when did he get this weak. Since when did he become so pathetic that someone as simple as you made him crave your touch.
He should kill you. He really should. Or he should spare you and make you forget that you've ever felt this way. But how could he? How could he when you're staring at him like that?
Like you see him as a hero. He's never had that before. Someone looking at him like a miracle, rather than a problem.
He'll keep you around for now.
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He knew it was over when he started to seethe when he saw speaking with that useless loser from the other class. The one that he won't even bother remembering his name.
He knew it was useless to deny his feelings when he wanted you all to himself.
He tried to ignore it, he really did. Realistically speaking, you were a nobody compared to him. In fact, maybe you did belong to that random guy.
But by god, he hated seeing you give your smile so willingly to somebody that wasn't him.
Before he could even think, his legs were already moving to your side. His eyes stern. "Our teacher's calling for you." Akechi glares down at the guy in front of him. Growing much more annoyed when he hesitated to move.
Akechi raised his eyebrows, as if telling him to move along. And of course, he did. Who would dare to defy the prodigy ace detective anyway.
He turned to you, who was trying your best to avoid his eyes. Your heart threatening to lurch out of your chest from how possessive he sounded.
"Is he your friend?" He asked. Trying to bite back how pissed off he felt.
You shook your head almost too quickly. You didn't want him to think that you were being unfaithful to him, would you? "He's a new student, he was asking me where the computer room was."
Akechi's eyes narrowed. "And he didn't think to ask.." his head drifted to right behind him, where a teacher was sitting idly on the hallway's bench. "That teacher? The teacher that's very much right by his view."
You paused, now worried. Maybe you weren't doing a good job in being devoted to him. "I'll stop talking to him." You hastily say. You knew you should've kept your mouth shut when he stumbled back.
"Why." It came out a lot hopeful than he wanted it to be. Happy on how willing you were.
"Because you want me to." You shrugged.
"I never said that." He laughed nervously, though he definitely meant it. Face now incredibly red. "Are you perhaps mocking me, Y/n?" Breaking the awkwardness he was feeling to the best of his abilities.
"I would never." You were dead serious, but you laughed along with him. Sighing out, "I'll kill him if you want me to." You said under your breath, smile still plastered on your face.
"Pardon?" He definitely heard that.
"Oh, it's nothing, don't worry about it." You waved him off, beginning to walk to the vending machine by the hallway. "Want anything? My treat."
He shook his head, "no thank you."
He wonders if you truly do want him, if you love him just as bad as he thought you did. And he wonders if he's only entertaining you because he likes that feeling. He likes the attention you give him. He likes it when you look at him with so much adoration (what he can assume to be adoration).
And what if you would kill someone for him. Would it be bad for him to say that he wouldn't mind that. Love it even.
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When was he going to ask you out?
Or rather, when were you going to take him.
Because you decided long ago, that he was going to be yours, whether he wanted to or not.
You would rather drop dead than make the first move. That wasn't really your thing. But.. it's been months now, and it didn't look like he was going to go any further than a few flirtatious quips here and there.
Perhaps you were too over you head. That your mind played tricks on you and repackaged your interactions to emphasise it even further, like it always does.
No matter, you were going to take your chances. You knew what to do if things don't go your way.
You got ready with precision that morning. Not like you didn't every other day, but this was particularly special. If you were going to show your feelings, you'd have to wear the most pride on your face.
"Akechi." You called out, he was waiting for you by the most romantic place you could think of; the botanical garden by the seaside.
He greeted you a good morning. Tone of voice the same as it always was. "What's the occasion?" He pointed to the beautiful scenery that was right in front of the both of you. Rows upon rows of trees with vibrant leaves and pastel flowers. "It's not everyday you go to some place as wonderful as this." He chuckled.
You smiled with him. Hearing your chest pound even louder by your eardrums. You were ridiculously nervous. No, you didn't care if this would change your friendship down the line, or if he'd see you as deranged when you inevitably kidnap-- take him for yourself when he rejects you.
You were worried that the chances of him rejecting you were higher than the opposite. You'd hate it if that were the case. Truly.
"Unless." He gasped in faux surprise. "Don't tell me.. that you invited me out on a date." His hand flies up to hover over his mouth, a chuckle escaping from his throat.
You swallowed thickly, and then took a deep breath. "Well.. yes." You admitted, albeit a little more sheepish than you wanted it to come off.
You carefully observed how he looked at you, the mock expression morphing into a genuine shock.
"I have feelings for you, Akechi." And that was it. The cat was out of the bag, and you just did something irreversible.
He slowly closed his jaw, staring at you only for a split second. Before his lips twitched into a smile-- a grin, nearly.
"Well, I'm flattered." He was a lot more than that. Ecstatic doesn't even begin to describe how he feels. His body was basically buzzing in excitement. "I accept your confession." He gave you a smile, close-lipped and sweet.
Your heart stuttered. Possibly even skipped a beat. “O-oh..” Well, that would probably be thefirst time someone accepted you. “I’m glad.” You nodded. Still partly recovering from how take a back you were.
“Thank you.” You whispered out, barely audible, but he smiled even wider nonetheless.
Now, all you needed to do was make sure that he wouldn’t leave you.
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You’ve been acting strange.
Ever since he told you how he felt, you seemed to be more.. gentle. And hr didn’t know what to do with that.
To be completely honest, it made him a tad bit uncomfortable. Again, he's not used to somebody so gentle. He needs.. aggression. He can't handle nor can he match that pace.
You toned it down. Finding it to be such a miracle that you didn't scare him off, if you could keep him, then you'll keep things at bay.
This wasn't really what he expected ever since he saw his pictures all over the walls of your heart. He expected something a lot more intense, because well.. obviously you should've been.
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You brought your hands up to his face, moving his bangs away from his eyes. Admiring how perfect it matched with the rest of his features. His nose was just so beautiful that you had to fight yourself from biting on it.
He caught you staring, eyebrows raised up expectedly. You held your gaze, still admiring, despite feeling you face heat up once again.
He lets out a noise; something that of a hum and a chuckle. "You picked up quite a habit, have you noticed?" Head tilting, now moving closer to you.
You froze, embarrassed now that he's actually pointing it out. "Uhm, maybe." You laughed awkwardly. Subconsciously pulling yourself further away from him, part of you scared he'd see past your facade.
"I'm curious.." the bottom lids of his eyes curved, as if it were smiling at you, the smugness ever so present. "Do you stare at just anyone like that?" He was teasing, you know he was teasing. But the way he said it felt like there was a right and wrong answer. And if you answered incorrectly, then he wouldn't take it very lightly.
"Absolutely not!" You said defesnively, your soul nearly jumping out of your skin with how offended you felt. Even assuming that is such an insult. Even the mere thought of looking at another man that way, in a way that was only reserved for him, made you feel sick.
Again, he laughed. "Relax, I was kidding." He definitely wasn't.
"Well.." your face was probably melting with how humiliated you were, now he knew how into him you were, amazing. "You were the one talking weirdly." You mumbled. As if you would ever entertain that idea anyway.
"Then I apologise." He brings a hand to his chest, bowing his head down. You settled back into his lap. Scoffing irritatedly. "Though I would like to ask, why do you enjoy staring at me so much."
Was he trying to kill you. You wouldn't mind if he did, but really-- was he trying to kill you?
"You're--" you cut yourself off, sighing. Not believing what you were about to say next. "You're just pretty is all."
Pretty, huh? He's never been called that before. Well, he has, just.. never like that. Never like someone actually meant it. "Thank you."
You only nodded, trying your best to avoid meeting his eyes.
He's really pretty. If you could, you'd spend the remainder of your days looking at him from afar. You just want to tie him up so that you could look at him whenever you can.
Akechi wouldn't want that though. Being tied up. It strips away all his power. If he were to do it to you, on the other hand, then he'd be more than happy.
And you'd love to be bound by him, wouldn't you?
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"Who was that?" It came out a lot more pissed than you wanted it to be. You initially planned to ask oh so unbotheredly. But it seems that your mouth had different plans.
"Ah, that was Nijima-san. I work with her for Tokyo Police." His answer was sweet. Simple and easy enough to understand. And yet you felt something uncomfortable down in your stomach. The familiar jealousy bubbling up.
"Woah, she's like, really hot." That wasn't a lie, she for sure carried herself with confidence, that it was making yours go down, just a bit. You wanted to see if he would agree with you. Looking at him intently, trying to study his face, seeing if he would look back at her and catch a second glimpse.
"Is she, now?" He found it amusing.
"A hundred per cent." You nodded, trying to play it off. "What-- do you not think so?" You might need to do something about her if he did think so.
You were already wondering if you'd have to do something about her. Maybe cause an accident, or a few words of warning that won't be able to be passed on as a threat.
"I think you beat her in terms of appearance." He says casually, thinking that maybe he knew what was going on in your very warped mind of yours. "You're really the only one in my eyes." It was sappy, but it was true.
"Oh, you're just saying that." You say playfully, hands covering your mouth while you blush. A part of you probably did think that he wasn't serious.
"I'm not." He insisted. "Believe me, you're all I need to look at."
"Okay.." unable to fight the smile forming on your face. Nearly turning into a giggly child.
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"Have you ever been like this for anyone else?" Now it was him that was playing with your hair. Running his hands from the front all the way to the back. And then down your shoulders, rubbing soothing lines up and down your arms.
"You mean in love?" You grinned.
"No." He chuckles, "have you ever been this obsessive for anyone else before?"
Obsessive.
Was he only just using that word as emphasis or was he catching on. The both of you were at your own home right now, and you could very easily tamper with the front doors to make it unable to open. You hadn't had time to properly set up your basement because you didn't think you needed to, but if the shoe fits, then you'd have no choice.
"Okay now," you shoved your hand in front of his face to stop him, "I wouldn't say I'm obsessed with you." Exaggerated air quotations on each sides of your head.
"Really?" There was a sly look in his face, like he caught you lying, and is seeing how far this lie could go. Or just how adamant you were to keep on pretending in front of him. "I would."
You only stared at him. The ghost of your smile was what was left on your lips. "How so?" You leaned back on the couch. "Because I like to make you dinner, or because I dream about you?" Trying to play it off like it's a joke.
He looks at you, face inching closer to yours. "It's because you follow me home and keep tabs on me." Said almost too calmly with how severe that sounded.
Your eyes widened. You need to knock him out, fast.
"It's because.." your palace has gotten bigger. Much too big. And every single room was just full of him.
He reached out to grab you wrist, tight. "Because you'd stare at me like I was the only person in the world."
Not knowing what to do, how to respond. You just let your body come up with a nervous laugh. "Is.. is that so." You mumbled weakly.
"Don't think I haven't noticed the daggers you'd glare at any and every person who would come up to me and invite me to converse."
Well, you didn't think you were that obvious.
"Or when you slipped something into my drink so that I wouldn't need to go to work and leave you." Saying those last words like it personally offended him. Scoffing at the mere idea.
You didn't even noticed when you started to hold your breath. Just utterly and completely breaking down now that you were caught. Your jaw was basically open agape.
"That-- that's just...-- that's ridiculous wha--" before you could blink, you felt yourself land back on the couch. Two hands pinning your shoulders down, giving yourself intense whiplash from the sudden movement.
"You're crazy for me, aren't you?" He still had that fucking smile on his face. The one he always has.
With what you knew about his supernatural shit, you wondered what he could really do to you. Now that you (maybe) pissed him off.
"It--" your heart was pounding so loud you were worried he could hear it. Breaths coming out ragged and shaky.
"Just so crazy.. and yet." His face dropped, to something much more amused. Seeing you squirm in fear beneath him. He might be reading too much into this. He might be misunderstanding, and he might be ruining his relationship by how intense he was acting. But he was an ace detective. One of the best detective prince. His judgement's rarely ever wrong.
"Yet how come I still see you with that lowlife from your previous school? Hm?"
That lowlife.. was he talking about..
"I don't-- there's nothing going on with me and him!" You struggled to explain yourself, shrinking down under his gaze.
"And nothing happened when you had to write an apology letter to the girl he liked because you were so enraged with jealousy?" His tone sent a shiver down your spine.
Wait-- "how do you.."
"You're not the only deranged one in this relationship." He laughed, one hand that was previously on your shoulder, now travelled along the junction of your neck. The back of his fingers barely ghosting over the skin.
"If you're so obsessed with me as you try to present yourself as." His grip tightened only a bit. "Then why." His hand's now on your left cheek. His thumb rubbing circles on top of your cheekbone. "Were you with him last week?"
He didn't even let you answer him, immediately cutting you off the moment you tried to open your mouth. Instead, he used his thumb to pry it further open apart. Sliding his finger inside and pressing down on the base of your tongue.
His eyes were glossy and half lidded. And you weren't any better either. You were enjoying the ever living shit out of this. Heat creeping down to in between your legs. Steam could probably be forming on the windows of your home with how deep you were exhaling.
He shushed you, clicking his tongue irritatedly. "Maybe you should stop talking for now." He was so close you could feel his breath on your open mouth. He admires you for a bit. Seeing how torn apart you already were with just his finger. Your hands brought themselves up to grasp his forearm.
In a brief second, he removes his thumb out from your mouth. Now replaced with his own.
He quickly took your tongue in between his lips. Sucking and biting lightly on the wet muscle. The sounds that were let out were obscene. The smacking of both of your saliva circling around the both of you.
The tip of his tongue met yours. Your jaw hinged wide open, moans escaping from the back of your throat. Your thigh squeezing impossibly hard against the other.
Spit escaped your lips, dribbling down from your chin to your chest.
Your lips closed down to meet his, wanting to have the taste of him that you've been craving for so long. Tongues swirling around in a passionate dance, exploring every inch of your mouth in a way to send you a statement. Telling you that he could just do this whenever he wanted to. And that you were going to enjoy it.
You were desperate, incredibly hungry. You wanted as much as you could get with what he decided to give you.
It went on for mere minutes, yet it felt like hours. You didn't pull back, not even when you couldn't breath, you'd be more than happy to pass out via making out with him. It was him that had to break it. A wet string of saliva forming a bridge between the both of you. To which he leaned down and licked it off of your lips.
Biting the bottom of his own in satisfaction.
You wanted more, much, much more.
Yet he was looking at you like you wanted the opposite. That you were about to be disgusted with him.
"Was that what you needed?" His voice came out guttural. "A sloppy makeout that he couldn't give you?"
You tried to gather your thoughts. A wheel was basically forming in your brain with how badly he was affecting you. And how badly he was affected by that guy.
"Have you ever been as dazed as you were just now? He will never make you feel as wanted as I do. He's just a nobody compared to you." His eyebrows twitched in frustration the more he thought about him.
"I.." you started.
"No. Why were you there? Why were you speaking to him when you have me? Or maybe you wanted me to see, maybe you knew that I was coming to see you soon, was it just a funny little game you were playing? Huh?"
"I'll kill him." You said breathlessly. "If.. if you want me to."
He stopped. Staring at you, "pardon?"
"I'll.. kill him, if that would make you feel better."
"You.. and you would do that?"
You nodded. "Without a second thought."
And for some reason. Some stupid, dumb reason, he felt like something was clawing against his chest. Weighing it down.
"No." He shook his head. "You shouldn't have any blood on your hands. I'll deal with him." He landed the bottom half of his body down on yours. Hands now grasping the cushion beneath you.
"I have had more blood on them than you'd think." You whispered. Doe eyes looking up at him desperately. "I don't want you to feel so unwanted again. I'll kill him. I was planning to anyway."
Oh, he felt like he was about to cry. All his life, unwanted was the only thing that he felt. It's incredibly new now that someone wanted the opposite for him. Even willing to go so far for it.
"You're the only person I'll ever want," you brought a shaky hand to the nape of his neck. Bringing him down for another kiss. "And I'll do whatever you want me to, if it means you'll stay."
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