Four. Four soulmates. Oh Kamisama no! - Reader x ShiggyOverDabiHawks 18
💞Chapter 18: Period Comfort
He had been hunting for you since the moment you were stolen from him.
His mate.
His huntress.
His starlight.
The only woman a God would abandon his Godhood for.
He'd become a mortal man for you.
His little dove.
Time passed.
He could hardly recall how many days had passed since that night.
He remembered sending his companions and most trusted followers to search for you across the dark, violent seas. Every corner of the globe, through ancient and unknown lands, far from the east, north, west, and south. Forests and patches of green, mountains covered in snow, which he'd never seen, only knew from your description of the cold, white, beautiful ice crystals, and over the oceans.
He's only slept and eaten enough to stop himself from collapsing in exhaustion, starving off the madness and darker emotions threatening to overrun the god's mind. If it wasn't for his duties keeping him busy, Hawks knew he would have simply vanished, flown off, searching for you himself, no matter how far and wide.
He had to save his strength and magic for the battle ahead.
Hawks had to face himself, his innermost, darker self, in the mirror every day. Dark and heated whispers, mocking him for being weak. Allowing a half-human, half-goddess to tear her hands into his chest and steal his heart. His so-called "Beloved mate." The stress, emptiness, and loneliness were eating him alive. Seeping deep into the marrow of his bones, destroying the ancient god, turning him into a cold-blooded and uncaring being. Hells and heavens bent on destroying anything and everything within the world and realms until he got you back.
Days, weeks, months passed.
His companions and followers searched.
Hunting for you.
Hawks tilted his head back. Was this the loneliness you'd often spoken of? During your earliest memories of your childhood? Everyone around you disappearing? Dying? Leaving or abandoning you for someone more like them? Someone mortal? A flickering of hope for companionship and courtship that would grow old with them? Names only whispered and carried on the wind, lost within the sands of time and past into the realm of dreams, forgotten and into the eternal darkness.
I will bring you home, my dove. Hawks thought. I meant it. You will become my wife. My bride. His golden, honey eyes flickered and glistened with unshed tears. This bond. His mouth tightened in anger. This love we share won't be so easily broken.
Keigo awoken with a start, tears falling free from his sleep haze filled vision. His heart clenched painfully tight within his chest; he felt as if he couldn't breathe properly until he knew you were safe. Home. Alive. Within his reach. Dove. He thought, lips shut tight as he bit back a whinnying whimper. Ever since that night he's instincts had awakened, he's had dreams of you. No, that wasn't quite right. Memories. Memories of another life. The fates and gods intertwining your souls, a match between him, a winged Egyptian God and you... a demi goddess, a halfling, half mortal and half goddess. His dove. His huntress. A foreign goddess. Completing the cruel trials to become a true goddess.
Every night would be the same.
His other self, loving you, searching frantically for you.
His beloved mate.
Keigo sat upright, holding his aching head. His body covered in sweat, naked, and his legs tangled in the sheets after having kicked off the blanket in the middle of the night. Red feather pulsating and vibrating, threatening to open the door and check on you as you slept. And what made matters worse was that last night you had come home, reeking of blood. It set his most carnal and animalistic instincts into a near frenzy. He stopped himself from rushing forward and snatching you out of Dabi's arms. Then he caught the scent of alcohol and another man's scent on your clothes, mingling with Dabi's. Keigo sat red. His hands clenched into white knuckled fists as he fought to control his temper.
First Overhaul.
Then Shigaraki.
And now, Dabi?
It drove Keigo mad.
He remembered what you wore vividly. A simple cloak, foreign weapons, and clothes covering your body as you wore leather britches, boots, and an old amulet he'd given to you as a gift. A golden hawk with rubies embedded in the metal, blessed by Khonsu himself, who owed him a favor. "It's becoming harder and harder to hold myself back." Keigo groaned pitifully, sighing as he pushed aside the soaked sheets and stood slowly to his feet, the carpet floor tickling his sensitive skin. His wing twitched, and crimson red feathers circled around the room as if they had a mind of their own, seeking a way out. The Hero was overwhelmed, his nerves overloaded, and his mind frazzled as he furiously scratched his hands through his golden, unruly locks.
He smelt it again.
The iron and metallic scent caused his body to tense and become wound tight.
He'd been around enough women in his life to know when they were on their periods, but this was the first time the scent and change in your pheromones, hormones, and scent rocked him to the very core of his being.
Flashes of last night came back to the forefront of his mind.
Dabi kicks the back door of your house until Shigaraki lets him in. The black-haired pyromaniac rushed inside, carrying you in his arms, panting as you clutched onto him and his jacket in pain. Burying your face into his chest as silent tears fall down your face. Your body shook, gritting your teeth as the scent of your pain, embarrassment, and blood washed over him. "Goddamn...." Dabi panted, his body sagging against the threshold of the back door. "Wh-" He gulped down mouthfuls of hair, black smoke rising from his sweat-covered skin. "Why'd you not carry any period products in your purse, if you knew your cycle was close?"
You groan loudly, hissing and releasing a choked sob. "It came a week early, dumbass."
Hawks knew you would be angry, but he rushed forward, gentle and quickly tugging you into his arms, which Dabi didn't complain about. "It's okay," he whispered softly, his hold on you tightening. He wanted to cover you in his feathers. "I've got you, dove."
You were still upset at the winged hero but accepted his offer of help and comfort. "Thanks."
Hawks made his way towards the hallway bathroom and set you down gently onto the toilet seat. "Here, I'll run you a bath." He began rummaging through the cabinet underneath the sink, finding bath salts, bath bombs, and bubble bath. "Let's see Lavender and Chamomile for nerves," he muttered to himself out loud, pulling out the liquid bubble bath and pouring it into the bath. "Eucalyptus for aches and pains," he added a cup full of bath salts and then a blue bath bomb. "A bath bomb for fun." He chuckles to himself. Rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, dipping a hand into the warm, soapy bath water, and rotating his right arm in a clockwise, stirring motion.
You watched, holding your middle. "You didn't really have to do this, Hawks." You whispered softly, a faint and pitiful sound that made his heart clench and squeeze painfully within his chest.
He didn't have the heart to correct you. Not now. Not when you needed all the pampering, love, and care during your time of the month. "Are you all stocked up on supplies?" Keigo asked, choosing to change the subject.
You lean over and gently yank open your period drawer and stash. "Ah, shit." You cursed and sighed in exasperation, raising a hand to rub your aching forehead. "I'm about out of everything."
Keigo turned off the faucet, stood to his feet, reached for a hand towel on the drying rack, and used it. "Overhaul is at the store. Let me call him and -"
"What?" You blushed. "No. It's fine, I can go-" another wave of terrible cramps hit, this time it was your lower back. "Ouch."
Keigo glanced over his shoulder at you, frowning. "Let us handle it." He really wanted to say, 'Let me handle it, ' but he couldn't, so he didn't. The winged man walked calmly past you and out of the bathroom, adding. "Go ahead. Get undressed and hop in." Pulling out his phone, which rang three times before Overhaul picked up.
"What is it?" Overhaul asked calmly and causal on the phone.
"Y/n is out of period supplies," Keigo informed him.
The masked man on the other line blinked. "She's out of everything?" He placed the loaf of bread into the shopping cart. "Are you certain?"
"Yeah, she checked," Keigo replied, leaning back against the door of your bathroom. His nerves still overloaded and overwhelmed, trying to calm down his racing heartrate.
"Alright." Overhaul turned the car around and headed in the direction of all the period and feminine products. "What exactly does she need?" His golden eyes scanned and skimmed over every single unfamiliar brand, product, and item lining the shelves. "Pads? Tampons? Light? Heavy? Diva cup?" His thin brow rose at the last one. How does that go in? He picked the box up, flipped over the back, read it, blinked, grimaced, and put it back. That sounds messier and more of a hassle to clean up after.
Damn, Keigo forgot to ask what exactly you needed. He didn't really want to bother you. Biting his lower lip, he snuck down the hall and into the living room where Dabi was sitting on the couch, wearing a bag of frozen peas and carrots around the back of his neck. "Hey Dabi. Did you happen to see what kind of period products or brand Y/n uses?"
Dabi rotated his neck, moving the frozen veggies onto the other side of his neck, and cracked open an eye. "The fuck would I know? Ask her."
Shigaraki came out of your room with a handful of clothes lying over his forearm. "Don't women crave chocolate and other junk?"
"We will have to change up tonight's menu to include meat to help replace the iron and minerals she's lacking." Overhaul said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Meats, vegetables, and fruits." He pulled his phone away from his ear to pull up Google for suggestions. "Food with magnesium helps with bloating and relax muscles," he hums in thought, "So steak and bananas? Maybe broccoli?" He continues to read, muttering to himself as he taps his foot. "Omega-3s, vitamin b, calcium, and fiber." He inwardly sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm going to need more hands." The brunette concluded.
"Who?" Hawks replied, taking the phone away from his ear and putting the crow on speaker.
"I said I will need more hands." Overhaul repeated, tone serious. "I need all four of you here to help me carry everything since we don't have a car or license."
"We aren't your pack mules." Dabi rolls his eyes, glaring.
"Don't be an ungrateful brat." The yakuza clicked his tongue, ignoring the looks of strangers eyeing him as they walked past. "If she has any boxes lying around, take pictures and send them to me. Now, hurry up."
The crime boss hung up.
Keigo sighed. "You heard him."
Shigaraki and Dabi grumbled. They stood, putting on their hoodies and shoes, sluggishly heading towards the front door.
After informing you that all four men were leaving on a period supply run, they came back grumbling and bickering twenty minutes later.
You strolled out of the bathroom, freshly bathed, drying your hair, and dressed after rinsing yourself off in the shower, and managed to find one pad in the very back of your period supply drawer. "Thank you, guys, you really didn't have to." You grimaced and winced through the pain. "I'm sorry, Chisaki, that you had to go out of your way."
"It's fine." The mob boss nodded his head. "It's natural and something that cannot be helped." He set everything down on top of the kitchen table: Dabi, Hawks, and Shigaraki, adding to the pile. "Unless you were on birth control?"
"No." You shook your head. "I don't feel... comfortable shoving anything up there." You admitted, blushing and fiddling with your hands. Your gaze fell downward to glance at the different off-brand and brand-name period products, pads, thin pads, overnight pads, disposable period underwear, tampons, heating pad, chocolate, ice cream, muffins, vegetables, fish, and meat. You honestly couldn't believe what you were seeing. All four of them went to the store. Together. Buying food and period products for you. Including your favorite snacks.
Keigo wanted to scoop you into his arms, snuggle into you, offering you his warmth, support, and body heat, hand feed you chocolate, ice cream, or whatever you wanted as you sat in his lap. Coo and purr softly into your ear. He didn't. "Come, please, sit down and rest." He gently curled one of his giant red wings around you, herding you in the direction of the couch where your favorite blanket, plushies of them, heating pad, snacks, midol, and drinks sat on the coffee table.
The shaky smile tugging on your lips as you burst into more tears, causing his hold to tighten a tad. "Thank you." You muttered, sniffing and wiping away tears.
Overhaul dragged both Hawks and Shigaraki into the kitchen to help him cook a miniature feast.
After you nibbled on some chocolate, took your pain reliever, and drank some pineapple coconut water, you passed out on the couch, curled up in your blanket, and your head was lying in Dabi's lap. The patchwork man sat beside you, rubbing your aching lower back with his hand, heating his fingers and palm without burning you, switching between massaging gently and rotating in small circles. Dabi never would have thought he could be comforting anyone like this, aside from his mother when she was pregnant, or her own cycle had come. He hated the flutter of butterflies churning and tickling his stomach. He was supposed to be the world's fearful villain, not your personal heating pad. The flame users' cheeks heated.
The smell of cooking from the kitchen made his stomach growl and his mouth water.
Butter and garlic salmon fillets, breaded cubed steak with brown and mushroom gravy, a light chilled yogurt fruit salad, broccoli and cheese with a side of white rice were spread on the kitchen table, the portions already served by the time the yakuza boss called everyone.
Dabi paused his ministration to lightly shake you awake. "Hey, wake up."
You mumble something in your sleep and nuzzle his upper thigh like a cat, wrapping an arm around his leg and tightening your grip.
His cheeks burned hotter, a pinkish hue adoring his healthy and scarred purple skin. "C'mon, pri-" He paused, mentally cursing. "Doll, wake up." He clicked his tongue, shaking you slightly harder, his heartbeat quickening within his chest, betraying him. Dammit, he almost called you that weird nickname again.
You continued to sleep, snoring softly.
Dabi had half a mind to shove you off the couch when Shigaraki came strolling over, chuckling softly.
"Stuck?" The pale blue-haired gamer knelt down, inching closer to you and Dabi, unwrapping you from the annoyed and embarrassed black-haired villain, and helped you sit upright, being mindful of not touching your clothes, pinkies raised out of habit. "Wake up." He lightly pats your cheek. "It's time to eat," he murmurs softly, brushing strands of your hair out of your face and behind your ear.
You groan, blinking and opening your eyes, sleepily meeting Shigaraki's blood red crimsons. Giving the decay villain a breathtaking, cute, sleepy smile. "Mornin'"
Shigaraki's scarred lips twitched, threatening to crack into his own soft hint of a smile. "Good morning," he whispered back, blushing and leaning back, slowly releasing you. "Dinner is ready." He awkwardly cleared his throat.
You yawn and stretch, standing and dragging your blanket with you into the kitchen, and sit down in your favorite chair.
No one said anything.
All four men remained civil. Picking up on certain cues and ticks, signs of discomfort, if you didn't outwardly express it aside from the small, pained hissing intake of breath or muttered, "Ow." A slight muffled curse here and there. When you were becoming cold or suddenly experienced hot flashes. Or nodding off, nearly falling asleep at the dining table. It took longer to finish your sample plate, but you had eaten everything and devoured dessert like a starving little chocolate gremlin.
Dabi was stuck cleaning dishes.
Hawks snuck beside you, picked you up, and put you to bed. When he caught Dabi's scent in your room and Shigaraki's in your bed, it made him jealous, and his grip tightened around you as he set you down gently. He wanted nothing more than to curl up beside you and pull you into his chest. This time, he did. The winged hero took off his hoodie and crawled into bed, you near the wall, and him lying in the middle, one wing tugged behind him and the other covering you like a blanket. Cocooning you, keeping you warm, and the instinct to hold you closer should any of the other three try to steal you away while he sleeps.
The blonde knew it was improper. It never really stopped him before. The others had already broken the rules and social norms, so why shouldn't he? Here, he wasn't a hero. He wasn't a caged bird or an animal on a tight leash. He couldn't leave this world, but it was a small price to pay for finally gaining some messed-up form of freedom. Rediscover himself. Become someone other than Hawks, The Hero. Become Keigo, a person he hadn't allowed himself to be in a very long time. Allow himself to feel. Someone actually needed. Not acting clueless about being used and waiting to be broken and thrown away.
Hawks simply became Keigo Takami, at long last.
A man who wanted to love and be loved in return.
Just for tonight, he thought to himself. He'd let you get angry at him in the morning. Curse him, kick him out of bed, if you wanted to. His heartbeat fluttered and filled with warmth; his wings caressed your skin lazily, in loving and tender strokes. The moment his red, sensitive feather touched your skin, his body responded instantly in kind; shivers crawled down the top of his head to the base of his spine. He commanded stray feathers near all four corners of your bedroom, window, and door, should an intruder try to break in.
"Goodnight, dove," Keigo whispered quietly, placing a loving and tender kiss on your forehead, nuzzling and guiding your head closer into his chest, tangling your legs with his own. You felt perfect. Like home. Warm and soft. A rumbling purr left his chest as he listened to your even breathing and light, cute snoring. "Sweet dreams."
Keigo guided a feather to lock your bedroom door before he finally fell asleep.
Songs listened to while writing: Twisted Hearts by Tasuku Hantanaka (Moriarty The Patriot OP 2), 「UNDER and OVER」 by THE ORAL CIGARETTES (Yakuza Fiance Op)
Happy 1st of the New Year! What more can you want that period comfort from all four of our MHA men? More care. More spoiling and our men inwardly panicking but being attentive in their own way.
To say you were more than tickled pink at Law's reaction to see you in this dress made you inwardly giggle like a schoolgirl was an understatement. It hugged all of your curves much like a typical bodycon dress, yet you still had enough room without filling suffocated. What was the suggestion when it came to maternity clothes again? You thought to yourself as you began to change back into your clothes. Oh, the same size or a size up? You stared at the dress then the bigger one. Was it nuts to buy the same dress twice? Yes. Did you care? Nope.
It was worth it to watch Law's calm, surgical and collected composure crack. If he thought, you didn't notice the cute, fluttered expression or hear the hitch within his breath, then he wasn't trying hard enough. His silver-grey eyes had widened a fraction. So yes, this dress one and two were a keeper.
You came out of the dressing room feeling more happier and calmer than you have in a while.
Law stood with his back to you; he appeared to be holding something. It made you curious what it was. "Everything, okay?" You held the dresses within the crook of your index and middle finger. Then you noticed an empty shopping cart had magically appeared beside you.
Law turned, holding a thick bag with the store's login. "Yes," he cleaned his throat and nodded his head toward the cart. "I took the liberty to get you a cart."
Awe. You were touched. "Thanks, Law." You smiled, setting the dress down into one of the hooks.
"It was an impulse buy," he answered smoothly, "nothing important."
You raised a brow. Impulse purchases for Law didn't sound far-fetched unless it concerned his hobby of collection coins, comics and Sora merchandise. "Well, you work hard." You nodded. "You have to treat yourself every once in a while." You grabbed the cart and began to turn it around to move closer toward him, but he held the end of the cart.
"Allow me." He suggested freely. "You have enough walked a head of you and still need to rest, if you feel unwell."
"I'm not sick, Law. Really." You tried again. You were touched and flattered by his concern. You didn't like that worried look he gave you in the car. "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself." Law opened his mouth to cut in further, but you beat him to it. "However, if you insist on helping me today, then don't think I won't go easy on you, or want to hear you complain about all the walking we have to do." You pointed your finger at him, sporting a teasing grin. "If I'm going to shop all day, then please, do not rush me." You hardened your tone slightly, oozing seriousness.
Law blinked, then nodded. "It's a compromise that I can live with."
Your smile formed back in place. "Great." You walked around, switching places with Law. You in the front and him in the back pushing it. You half turn to meet the raven-haired man's face, tilting your head. "Did you need to get anything else while we are out?"
"No." Law said flatly.
You shrugged. "Okay, but speak up, if you change your mind." You led the way towards the maternity bras and underwear.
Law kept his gaze on you and not the materials of undergarments surrounding him, unphased. Then again, given Law's profession he's probably seen every and is impressed by none of it. "Are you eating?" He blurts out bluntly, his gaze can't help but trailed down your body, silent in his assessment.
"Yes." You reply without glancing behind you as you inspect the maternity bras, underneath, pants and shorts. "My diet has changed that much since I've been pregnant." You explained, finding your size and putting them into the cart without looking. "Although, I swear little monkey has me craving BBQ and triple chocolate oreos and cream ice cream like an addict. Is that normal?"
"As long as you don't overindulge it's fine." He answered, short and simple, unjudgmental. Which was a relief.
Law always strikes you as someone who doesn't like to argue or have his authority questioned, or medical advice overlooking and ignored. You do appreciate his help in his own standoffish and controlled way without overcrowding or hovering. You do envy how excellent he is at not showing what is happening behind his eyes, even if his tense, tight jaw gives himself away that something is bothering him.
The fact you have become one of the rare people he'd let into his small bubble is cause for a small inner celebration.
His voice isn't ever loud. Weighted, yes. Low, yes. His voice does that to you. Can make the air feel slightly thicker, red hot one minute and overpowered without lifting a single finger, then shifted to something, warmer, comforting and gentle.
Yet. You can't help but feel guilty. Law spends all his energy taking care of everything, yet who's taking care of the doctor at home? Who's making sure he eats? Reminding him to sleep? The semi-permanent shadows under his eyes were concerning. You turn around slowly. "What about you?" You reverse the question. "Are you eating and sleeping?" You don't ever recall Law talking about a spouse, significant other or partner. There was no ring, metal or silicone on his ring finger. You can't help but think to yourself. Who's taking care of him when he's sick? When he's depressed and hurting? When he's stuck within the routine of work and home, if he even makes it home after pulling an all nighter, double or triple shifts. You know he has it harder than you. Lives are literally in his hands every day, no matter the hour, time or day. Death waits for no one, young or old; it's in discriminate. Your gaze shifts to staring at the tattoos decorating his fingers: DEATH. You remember that Law got it when he was in his teens, a reminder to himself that death is a part of everyday life. It's unexpected. Can come at any time. And that he's vowed to himself to use his medical knowledge, his passion and gift to help others.
You raise your eyes back to meet his beautiful silvers. You were reminded of Law's constant dark circles underneath his eyes, two permeant dark, deep, shadowed circled, nearly carved into his skin. As if, he hadn't slept in months, in weeks, or God forbid longer. It makes your heart clench painfully tight within your chest, the sensation of new tears re-wetting your thick, long lashes as you try to blink them away.
"Whenever I can." Law replied as his face shifted from perfect stone to contemplating something negotiable. Something stuck between controlled and unraveling. "You shouldn't have to worry about me." His eyes drop to your stomach and then come back up to your face, so fast if almost felt accidental. "You should focus more about yourself and your baby."
"Can't I worry about you too?" You try not to keep the sadness out of your voice, or let your smile fall, but it does. You frown and your eyes downcast. "Aren't friends supposed to care?" There's that word again. Friends. It leaves a bitter taste within your mouth. "Look out for each other? Worry?"
Law opens his mouth, then closes it again. As if he'd realize the first word popping into his head was a terrible conversation starter and tried to slip out without permission. There it was again. The subtle shift or move through his calm expression. Small. Muted. Something threatened to crack. Raw, but unbreakable and salvageable.
You can't exactly name it. It's on the tip of your tongue, but what is it? Then you second guess yourself. Refusing to give yourself false hope or misreading things too much. "I'm glad that you are taking care of yourself." You turn back around and slowly march forward. "Lord knows what the hospital staff will do without you." Your hair whipping around and swaying while you walk. "So, make sure to eat big today and go to bed early tonight, okay?"
Law snaps out of it. He quickly follows, he catches up with you in quick strides, his hand lands on top of yours, causing you to stop.
You turn your head to ask if he changed his mind, your lips inches away from his jaw; you are a little more than tempted to kiss his tanned skin.
His cheeks tinge with scarlet. "Wait," he mutters, his larger, taller body engulfing yours and pressing into your back. "Let me put this down, then you can go." His voice deepens as his minty breath fans your face and invades your nose as he set the gift into the bottom of the cart and backed away, taking away his warmth and comforting hovering along with him.
"'Kay," You swallow thickly, your mouth dry as your heartbeat flutters and your stomach flips. You move forward, pulling out your phone, unlocked it and searched for your notes. Law was surprising you today, or should you say trying to tempt you without even trying. "Let's see bras, underwear, pants," you mutter out loud to yourself, "wipes, crib sheets..." You started forwards again as Law followed without another word.
Law smoothly and effortlessly steals the shopping cart, leading the way after give a calculating glance in the direction of the baby section. "This way, then Y/n-ya."
You raise your head in shock. "Hey! Don't leave me behind Law!" You call after him and speedwalking after him without knocking into other shoppers, amused couples, curious kids and wide-eyed toddlers. "How hungry are you, if you are rushing like this? Hey!"
Law's sporting a teasing grin. He wanted to say very ravenous. Starved. Not for food. Perhaps, he was hungry. But no. It was a deeper, darker, primitive and possessive hunger that grew excited to see you chasing after him for once, instead of the other way around.
Law stops directly in front of the diapers and wipes, boxed or packaged, piled high from premature to newborns and pull-ups. "Get as many as you need for now. I'm certain you will get more at the baby shower." Law reached over, yanking a box of wipes labeled "parents' choice" which were unscented.
That box was 18 berries. RIP wallet-chan indeed. You mentally sobbed into a kleenex. Why? Cause babies are expensive that's why. But even if you blow your monthly budget on all of these baby things... at least, you will be stress free for a while. Not waiting last minute to grab everything.
If you tried to argue, Law wasn't budging.
By the end of the shopping trip, Law packed what he could in the back seat and trunk, which looked odd given the piles of boxes littering every crevice of his car like live action Tetris.
You wanted bbq for lunch. Law paid for it too. Saying it was his treat. You felt the envious stares from other women surrounded you.
Your mind began to wonder.
Wonder towards more spicy fantasies.
It didn't help when Law had nibbled on a peach as a snack... You watched him tear it apart with his hands, the strength and muscles bulging beneath his clothes, flexing. Or him licking his knuckles clean, then proceeded to sterilize his hands with lemon scented wet wipes.
You swallowed, nibbling and chewing on your own peach halves Law had given you as you waited for your food. If anyone made a complaint, then he'd retaliate that you needed the extra calories for your growing baby as he pulled out his medical license with a cold hearted stare. Oh boy, that turned you on more. Your heart pounded, your lower half clenched around nothing, becoming wetter within your own seat. Doctor Trafalgar was a menace and you liked it.
More naughty scenarios played in your head.
If Law was your boyfriend... if he offered to sneak you into the bathroom, or back home to his apartment? If he offered to cure your of this seering ache between your legs... God, you wouldn't be able to deny him.
I need his lips and tongue on my clit. You can picture him kneeling at your feet, his mouth parting your folds, his goatee wet from your arousal and his saliva. Just sucking and licking while I squeeze my thighs around his pretty head. You thought to yourself, feeling your cheeks burn. Your thighs twitch and clench together beneath the table at the booth you two were sitting at in the restaurant.
Were you seriously fantasizing about Law giving you oral right now? Yes. You won't be able to look at peaches the same way again after this, you know it.
A faint pleasure shiver crawling everywhere across your goosebumps covered skin as soon as his molten silver eyes met your own. I want to bury my hands in his hair, hearing his muffled moans against me as he grinds against the bed... Or fists himself in his pants.
Damn, I'm going crazy. You inwardly shake your head to rid yourself of these dirty, thoughts and images out of your head as your lunch trays finally arrive at the table. You thank the waitress quietly without your voice cracking or whimpering.
"Feeling faint again?" Law inquiries again, his eyes noticing the heated flush adoring your cheeks once more. Inwardly panicking. "Eat and drink slowly." He pushes your food closer towards you, which consisted of potato salad, cornbread, pulled pork bbq and brisket.
"Thanks." You mumbled, shyly and digging in. I'm the worst woman ever! You mentally chastise yourself. Law's spoiling me left and right and here I am mentally undressing him like an overly hormonal pervert. Your need for him was growing just as strong.
To feel his teeth scraping seductively along the column of your throat or your inner thighs, sent your blood rushing, slick pooling and the excitement of his tongue caressing the pulse point soaring higher, throbbing with untouched heat and desire between your legs.
The smell of your food hits your nose, awakening you from your lustfully haze.
Law's dark grey eyes focused on you intentionally. Completely unaware of your internal struggle. He wanted to draw you closer to check your pulse. The black haired doctor wanted to raise his inked hand, grab yours and press the back of your wrist to his forehead to feel the warmth of your body heat against his own. Or run your fingers along his tense jaw just to experience the feeling of your gentle touch to soothe his overworked nerves and frazzled overthinking mind from unraveling.
He blinked, swallowed the last piece of the juicy fruit. Law didn't know why he'd suddenly had the craving for peaches all of a sudden while at the fruit section of the store. After wordlessly offering you a bite, he couldn't stop. The sweet juice running down your chin drew his attention, awakening these intense emotions and wildness within him.
He wanted to lean over the table, hold your chin between his fingers and lick away every last drop of peach flavored nectar staining your skin before pressing his lips into yours, fully kissing you. Claiming you before everyone's eyes. Would you freely kiss him back and moan into his mouth? Or would you reject him?
Law's gut clenched with want. I desire you beyond reason. His breath heaving and heavier within his own lungs as you two stared at each other. His mind is stupefied on what to say as he awkwardly ate his own food: a rack of ribs slathered in Louisiana bbq sauce with a side of coleslaw and onion rings.
Absentmindedly, Law grabbed a few ribs off his own plate and placed it onto your own without a word when he noticed your hungry stare at his sauce covered fingers.
He knew if Corazon were here. The blonde, clumsy giant would be grinning from ear to ear watching Law make a fool of himself.
The teasing would be worth it.
Your pretty smile was worth it.
Law wasn't surprised when he discovered that he loved spoiling you like this. He wanted to do something with his accumulating wealth and savings account he'd hardly ever touched, which Corazon would transfer into his savings account no matter how many times Law refused it. He figured if he could help ease your financial burdens and help you prepare for your child's arrival, then he's free to do whatever he wants with it.
If Doffy or Corazon nags, then Law would give them a few none child friendly choices of words and a dose of his double middle fingers as his lips curve into a smug, cocky smirk.
"A surgeon doesn't usually get this interactive with patients normally, right?" You blurted out without thinking.
Law's body tensed, his hand and fork raised in mid- bite. "No." He admits, bringing his found to his mouth, chewing thoroughly and swallowing as he continues. "A doctor's lifestyle is usually solitary and private outside of the operating room."
"Then why do you allow me into your small inner circle?" You can't help, but ask. Amusement creeping into your voice.
Law gives a mental shrug. "If I revealed all of my secrets would you still find me fascinating?" He turned the tables, matching your teasing and amused tone.
You snorted as you took a sip of your sweet, iced tea. "Smartass." You met his gaze. "Heavens bless your mother for being able to put up with a smart aleck brat for a son."
Law's silver eyes roamed all over you, his gaze lively. Unlike his usual, hard and serious expression. He scrubbed his palm over his mouth with a napkin, hiding his own growing smirk from widening. "Believe it or not, but I was an overachiever as a child." He trailed off, folding his napkin and setting it into the side. "And I remained respectful of both my parents, thank you very much." He squared his shoulders and fixed his posture out of habit.
Silver tongued and prideful, doctor isn't he?
You pinned his gaze. "Then I imagine they must be proud of you for achieving your dream to follow their career path?"
"Yes." Law nodded, he knew if given the change his parents would adore you and come to love you as their own daughter-in-law. They wouldn't judge you once they found out the child growing within you wasn't his. But they would smother the child anyway even after yours and his own come along, if you wanted more.
If Law was being honest. He never really saw himself having a partner in his future... until you came along. Or children. Now, he can practice pictures coming home to the sound of little feet, human and non human running around his apartment. Onigiri chasing after your child, then the tiny pair stopped, and immediately running over to him. Perhaps you greeted him as you stand from the couch in the living room as his parents peeking out from the kitchen, the smell of his mother's home cooking filling the space.
A slice of family life. A new dream to yearn for. Wish for and hope to make it into a reality.
Trafalgar Law never would have thought in a million years that he would want such a domestic lifestyle.
If it were with you, Onigiri and the tiny little fetus growing inside you, then he'd decided he would be content and want nothing more.
(Fantastic Dragon Dabi fanart done and credit goes to Lura! @lura-valentine Once again, you inspired another one of my fanfics love 💙🫶)
💙Part 1: The Dragons Promise 💙Part 3: The Dragons Claim 💙Part 4: Dragon Born
💙Part 2: The Dragons Bond
The purple warp gate opened on the other side, allowing only you and Touya through, then the rift closed.
Touya flapped his wings and hovered in the air before slowly descending and landing on his booted feet on the stone floor. He set you down gently to stand, but didn't release you from his warm embrace; instead, he purred and nuzzled the top of your head. "Welcome home, my bride." He whispers softly, trying to shove his insecurities and anxieties aside and focus on your comfort and approval.
You raise a hand to cradle his jaw and bring him back into a sweet and tender, loving kiss. You didn't care about his body being covered in dragon scales or the sharpness of his teeth. "Care to give me a tour?" You teased, leaning back, trailing your hand down to interlock your hands together, watching him shift back into his full human form.
His glacier blues dimming and returning to the ocean blues you knew by heart, plums of his azure blue hellfire flames and magic rolling off him in waves as he breathed it back into his body with a deep inhale. He exhaled a laugh, cocking a brow and smiling softly. "Barely been here less than ten minutes and you're already bossin' me round, hmm?"
"Somebody has to keep you in line, my Prince." You laugh, giving him the hardest glare you could muster without cracking. "You can't fire or burn every servant to ashes if you hope to keep our large home neat, tidy, and livable."
He saw right through it. "I want you all to myself first, then you can decorate however you want, my sweet." Touya grins, leading you throughout the giant castle he'd discovered and slowly repaired and remodeled.
"However, did you find this place?" You blurted out without thinking.
"Won it in a card game against an old, lonely, and dying dragon halfling," Touya replied bluntly. "Said his wife would soon join him, and they had been barren for years." He paused, giving your hand a subtle, gentle squeeze. It was no secret that it was becoming rarer for babies, halflings, and hatchlings to be born less and less each year for Dragon Kin. "They had no offspring or family to inherit their estate and holdings." It led to many fights between couples. Unsatisfied dragons begging their mates to find surrogates or have multiple wives or concubines, mistresses, husbands, and consorts among the nobility and lower classes.
Touya didn't think he'd be able to handle seeing you in the arms of another male, human, dragon, or otherwise. The paranoia that you could love this unknown male more than him. The thought of this unknown male's scent, seed, and touch overwrite his own, covering your body; his inner dragon and himself didn't like it.
Your heart clenched painfully tight for the elderly couple. "That's awful." You mutter, growing misty-eyed.
Touya thought back to the senior Dragon Kin and his human wife, whom he'd only met once before her passing. The woman hadn't judged him by his scars and burns; instead, she offered him and the rest of the league rooms and food for the night while her husband and Touya drank together and discussed everything.
"May the Gods bless you and your fated bride with long lives and a nestful of children and hatchlings, my friend." The elder Dragon Kin smiled as he stared at his wife entertaining Himiko Toga and the others with stories of their travels when they were young. His emerald green eyes filled with love for his wife.
Dabi didn't know what to say. He wasn't exactly a people person. He had experience with his younger siblings, his parents, and talking to you. Thinking about something you might say to offer the elder comfort. "Coming from a big family," Dabi started, then paused, trying to explain without giving too much detail. "It isn't all sun shines and rainbows, Mr. Midoriya.
Mr. Midoriya chuckled softly. "I suppose it wouldn't." He nodded in agreement. "My old friend Kachan and I bickered like brothers in our childhood." His green eyes flickered back to meet Dabi's blues. "Always stubborn, loud, rude, bold, and competitive as a raging inferno."
Dabi chose to remain quiet, offering a small nod to confirm that he was listening without using words.
"It's my only regret." Mr. Midoriya sighed, brushing back locks of his long, snow-white hair. "We tried." His smile lowered into a frown, his green eyes prickled with unshed tears. "Gods knows we've tried." A raw and painful expression of despair and regret flashed through the older dragon's wrinkled face. "It wasn't meant to be. I couldn't give my wife the one thing she wanted, and she still chose to stay with me, bonded and continued loving me." A tear fell down; he wiped his face with the back of his hand. "I've truly been blessed." He laughed softly, smiling through the pain and tears, a genuine smile. "I wish you and your bride the best."
Touya usually tended to repress his little happy smiles, but right now. He couldn't. His deep-set, teal-blue eyes sparkled. Trying to look away from his mates was impossible. Remasking his studious expression had become harder than he thought. The fierce ocean wind blowing in from the north, your scents mingling together after your brief shared kisses, he loved it. He wanted more than anything to rip off your nightgown and devour you here, among his hoard and treasures, but you deserved more than that.
You weren't a common whore. You were his beloved mate and female. You deserved to be pampered and spoiled rotten, bathed, redressed, fed, and then, only then could he sink his fangs into your skin and pleasure you to his black heart's content.
He could have listened to you talk forever. The voice he'd missed more than air with each passing year while he was away, the silky, silvery ring and tone that matches the ring you now wear on your ring finger. It was enough for him to calm his drumming heart and cool his anger.
He knew you wanted to travel, explore the world. He could give it to you and more; he had plenty of gold to spare in another room aside from his personal horde.
The smell of your salty tears drew Touya out of his musing, clutching you tighter into his chest. "What's wrong, my bride?" He asks softly, tilting your head back with the curl of a finger.
"It broke my heart," You admitted softly, barely a whisper. "When Father and yours called off the search for your body." You tried to swallow a shaky breath as memories of that day came back. "I wanted to go with them, but they wouldn't let me leave the hunting party or tent without a guard, so I could never slip away." Tears fell down like a hot river, stringing your cheeks as you met his sad ocean blues, moving his hand to fully cup your face and brush them away. "I cried and screamed for Father to try one more time, one more search, to take me with him, knowing if you were alive, you could still feel my presence... but..." You whimper and sob harder, trembling within his arms. "It was too late... King Endeavor dragged me away and ordered Father to keep me quiet and under more control."
You won't ever forget the burning and seething anger and hatred within those eyes that mirrored your Touya's. You had seen anger, hate, malice, crazed, sadness, and happiness within your dragons' beautiful eyes, but one glance in The Dragon King's eyes? It unnerved you, shook you to your very core. You understood that he was taking his bottled-up emotions and grief for the loss of his eldest son out on everyone around him: you, your father, his children, his wife, and work. You will never forget the teasing threat of his orange flames igniting from his emotional outburst and fury as he picked you off the ground, staring at you, turning his frustration and ire on you, a reminder of the one person closest to his son. "You will do as you are told, wait and listen, do you understand, girl?"
Your bottom lip trembled, your body shook as a sob escaped, "Yes, Sir King E-Endeavor."
Your father, All Might, and the royal guards all had their weapons and blades turned in The Dragon King's direction. They would defend you if the King dared lay a hand on you, their princess.
"Old friend, please, put my daughter down." All Might raised a hand and placed it on the other man's shoulder. "Can't you see she loved Touya the most? She grieves with us, more than a widow." The elder King tried to be the voice of reason. Should it fail, he'd punch his oldest friend, if needed. "Isn't it proof enough that she loved him deeply, too?"
Endeavor remained quiet, his anger, rage, and tension leaving his thick, broad shoulders.
Everyone waited with bated breath.
Rumors circulated that King Endeavor would beat his beloved mate and Queen. Breaking a sacred taboo of their clan, but being The King, no one could question his actions within his Kingdom or underneath his rule. Some wondered if The King hadn't killed his own kin.
All Might's blue eyes narrowed, his jaw set into a hard line. "If you strike my daughter, a child, then you are no better than All For One."
That snapped Endeavor out of his thoughts as he tightened his grip on the front of your dress and tossed you in All Might's direction, watching as The Golden Lion, his eldest friend and rival, caught you with ease. "Keep her here and quiet. She shouldn't be allowed here in the first place, All Might." Endeavor growled, anger and authority back in his tone. "You spoil her too much. She should be waiting at home with her mother and not galivanting in the woods like a peasant or a witch." The red-headed dragon turned and marched off, fuming and leading both his men and a group of All Might's out to search one last time. "If we haven't found anything by sundown, this will be the last time."
You clung to your father's safe and strong arms, sobbing quietly, huge, fat tears falling and staining his clothes and armor. All Might didn't care; he sat with you in the woods and let you cry your heart out, the same thing he'd done the first night Touya had disappeared. "Why daddy?" You questioned, raising your voice a tad, keeping it a low whisper between you two, fearing King Endeavor could still hear you. "Why doesn't he let me help? I know Touya would come back for me. He always has." You whimper, gulping in mouthfuls of air. "He promised me, daddy, he promised."
All Might closed his eyes and held you closer, knowing you were hurting more than anyone. He knew if their roles were reversed, he'd fight like hell and back to find his Queen, your mother. Even The Wise King, Golden Lion, and retired Hero felt useless, at a loss. He could only offer his eldest daughter comfort, knowing his sympathy could never be enough to fill the void Touya left behind. "It's his pride, my starlight." All Might said slowly, frowning as he brushed his fingers through your hair and continued rubbing your back in low circles. Same motions he'd done millions of times after comforting you after a nightmare or whenever you were frightened. "Pride that holds him back from bending the knee and asking help from a child."
You shook your head, leaning back, glaring through half-sad, half-angry tears. "That's stupid."
All Might silently agrees. He chuckled, wiping away your tears from your hot, burning, wet cheeks. "I know, my starlight, I know." He pulled you back into his chest and walked you back into his tent, where Edgeshot, Best Jeanist, The Wild Wild Pussycats, and other Heroes and knights waited outside. "Rest, if you can." His smile dimmed and didn't reach his eyes. "We have a long journey home."
You came back to the present, blinking back more tears. Touya continued to comfort you, and a purring rumbled from his chest to try and soothe you, which made you smile. "You know, when you purr like that, you remind me more of a cat than a dragon." You tease, pulling away and wiping your wet, flushed cheeks.
His hand reached up to touch your cheek, lightly shoving your hand away to caress your skin with the back of his thumb. "I'm larger than any wild cat, my bride."
Closing your eyes, you savored his warmth. A warmth and unnatural gentleness he'd only show you as you lean further into his touch. "That may be true, but you are stubborn, lazy, and would lounge all day while complaining about dying of boredom." You reopen your eyes to meet his turquoise gems, knowing you were right.
He chuckled softly, pulling you closer, "Fair enough." His hand trails down your neck, brushing your hair over your shoulder, and teases the back of your nape, pleased when you shiver. Touya leans down to whisper into your ear. "Come, I've got something to show you."
You had an idea what. You would be lying if you said you weren't interested. You had only seen Touya's hoard once when you and your family visited as children. It had the royal treasury laughable at the collection your dragon had already accumulated by the age of ten years. The floor was littered and covered with gold coins, diamonds, blue sapphires, rubies, silks, furs, and hides of his own kills and game he'd caught while hunting with his father, brother, and men during the seasonal hunts.
He tucked a loose lock of hair and threaded it back behind her ear, "You aren't paying attention, my love." He teases, tilting his head and bending down to your height to kiss you again, which you accept, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him back.
"How can I when you look at me like that?" You pant, that familiar warmth when you two were dancing, spreading across your chest and fluttering heart, scolding and tingling. Growing, stronger, warmer, and intoxicating. Your hands began to tremble as you held onto him for balance, knees buckling and threatening to cave as you released a string of breathless sighs and moans. "T-Touya-a." You call his name, trying to recapture your attention. "Wh-What did you... want to show me?" You try to pull away; his hands raise to hold your face in place.
"Shhh." He hushes gently, his voice dropping an octave, dark, low, and gravely. "Let me, please, let me kiss you." He half begs, half breathless and needy. "For a moment longer, my love." Reclaiming your mouth, tilting his head, and lightly nipping your bottom lip with one of his fangs, gently without breaking the skin, causing you to gasp and moan into his mouth as his tongue snakes its way into your mouth. The wet muscle twinning with your own, licking the roof of your mouth, and closes his lips to suck on your tongue.
He's addicted. He's love and touch-starved, feral, and ravenous. Greedy for everything you have to give and more. It's never enough. It will never be enough. He's been lonely for far too long. Needs your gentle touch and hands all over him, holding him as he devours you. Every whimper. Every moan and gasping semblance of noise falling from your pretty lips. Leaving love bites, hickey's as you claw down his back and claim him back. Or tangle a shaky hand into his hair. Twisting and yanking to leave your own teeth marks into his scarred skin.
He picked you up, held you with care and gentleness of a devoted lover, whispering sweet poison and pretty words, wicked promises and dark temptations; they aren't suggestions, they are vows. You tightened your arms securely around his neck, tangling your hands into his hair and nape; instinctively, wrapping your legs around his waist. Each promise, lap of his tongue, his large, wicked tongue, and heated touches, a heated caress, and he covers her in his black wings and dragon fire. Touya breaks the kiss, panting and breathless, shuddering. "Not now, or tomorrow, but soon enough, my beloved bride."
You blush scarlet. Knowing this way would come. The pact and oath bring you two together. Finally, at long last. You nibbled on your bottom lip, suddenly finding yourself hungry for air as his intense stare bore into you.
A knowing smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Setting you down gently onto your bare feet, Touya held out his hand. "This way," he murmurs, leading the way, interlacing his fingers with your own.
He glanced around, and his full lips spread in a devilish half grin. Touya stared at the vast amount of wealth he had accumulated. He continued holding your hand and gave a small, awkward, and reassuring squeeze. Trying to voice his words properly. "Although it was painful to hear…. I'd much rather see you crying than putting up a brave front." He wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his skin, sharing his warmth with you. "A little grumbling won't hurt, my love." He whispered softly, shifting his gaze from the mountains of treasure to you. "Get it through your pretty little head that ya aren't alone." His face darks a shade, the purple patches highlighting embarrassment. "If something irks ya or you need someone to vent, then tell me. Got it?" Touya nuzzles the top of your head.
Touya's awkward sweetness would often clash with his snarky comments and passive, blunt personality. It still made your heartbeat pound and flutter wildly within your chest. Slipping your hand out of his grasp, you raise it to lay it flat on his bare, clothed chest.
Touya places his hand over your hand, guiding it directly over his heart, holding your hand there, letting you feel the fast thudding and pounding underneath your fingertips.
You step forward, hand falling from his hold, watching your every move as he remains rooted to the spot. Allowing you to take in everything for yourself. Knowing the next step in your journey as a married couple would be intense, highly taxing, and a burden if he chained you to him without your permission or consent.
You knew Dragons were known for their greed. More, always want more. The biggest hoard to lounge and sleep on, a fortune of wealth to spoil their mates. The finest silks. The best jewels, shiniest of gold coins, old or new, ancient or cursed, it didn't matter. If they saw it, they wanted it. They'd kill for it.
He glanced around, and his full lips spread in a devilish half grin. "Whatcha think, my love?" Touya whispers into your ear, embracing you from behind, his breath brushing against the nape of your neck. His hands slide down to your waist, heated fingers warm and kneading, tapping your hips, waiting for your answer. Your approval of his hoard. "Enough gold, jewels, and pretty things for my mate?" One hand skims lower to the front of your lower belly and yanks you closer to feel the heat of his body, the swell of his throbbing and twitching cock pressed against your rear.
"It's amazing, Touya." You turn your face upwards, noses nearly brushing as you tease him, and pulling away before he could taste your lips again.
His features are calm and collected by the shadow of the torchlight, but you see it. The shiny pool of liquid sea gems heating. Dark satisfaction and triumph crack his mask of indifference as a pleased humming purr leaves his chest; the vibrations make you completely melt further into his arms. "Good," he flashes white teeth, leaning forward, his mouth ghosting over yours, breaths mingling. "Cuz only the best for my mate. Fuck the rest." He chuckles as he captures your mouth. You arch into his touch, moaning, raising a hand to cup his jaw, then slide your hand into his unruly, inky black tresses.
You break the kiss, panting, breathless, and dazed. "Will you be satisfied?" You knew the answer, but you wanted to hear it. You twirl yourself in his arms, running your hands down the front of his body, across his chest, feeling hints of muscles and body fat, hard curves and lines of his bones and staples.
"Never." He growls, eyes glowing a darker shade. "A Dragon's greed is limitless, bottomless, a never-ending hunger."
You break the kiss, panting and gasping for air.
Touya gives you a moment of rest. Ignoring the impulse to drag you back.
You giggle cutely, breaking out of the pleasure haze and fog. "That sounds just like you, my dragon."
He turns towards you. He smiles, and it steals your breath from your lungs. It's a wolfish smile in nature. His palm glides up your arms, lazily trailing his heated fingertips across your shoulders, massaging small circles to help ease your nerves, then reaches the front of your nightgown and stops above your collarbone. "Can I touch your breasts?" He whispers huskily, keeping his hands on the outside of your gown.
You wanted him to reach underneath it. You swallow and answer softly, voice above a shy whisper. "Yes, you may."
His smile widens, his eyes smolder and shine brighter. "Thank you." He moves away from your chest, confusing you until he glides over your hips, kneading and groping your ass, then bringing the hem upwards, over your hips, higher and higher until it's completely over your head and falling onto the floor.
You instinctively rush to cover your bare breasts.
Touya chuckles in amusement. He isn't angry. He expected you to be shy, a beautiful, blushing bride. "No need to be shy, my love. You're beautiful." He rushes closer, inhaling your sweet and wonderful scent, and nuzzles his nose into your hair. "You are my mate, my goddess, and all mine to worship and adore." He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer, heated, scarred chest flushed against your hands and arms. "Don't you trust me?"
"Of course," You answer without hesitation.
"Won't you let me prove my love to you?” He leans back, meeting your eyes as he cups your heavily flustered cheek. “By giving you one of the highest forms of pleasure?"
You lower your arms, baring yourself to him. "Like the kind in erotic fiction?" You blink, fighting not to look away in embarrassment.
Touya raises a brow. "Oh? Someone's been into the naughty section of the castle library, hmm?"
"Maybe?" You glance away this time, cheeks pinking a tad darker.
"Anything catch your fancy?" He asks. "Fantasies you want to try or indulge?"
You remain quiet. Thinking about everything you've read underneath your parents' noses. The spice and animalistic raw heat those books talk about. You wondered if you could drive Touya mad with want and desire for you. Burn hotter than his dragon fire.
"Will you give chase if I run?" You blurted out. Pleasure shivers skitter down your back, and arousal coils into the pit of your belly.
Touya's eyes lower, half-hooded and sparking, predatory. The thrill of the hunt riles up his inner dragon as he releases a pleased rumbling purr. "If that is what my bride wants." He tilts his head. "Is that what you want? To become my prey? My little virginal maiden to challenge me to a race and chase?" Touya felt his magic thrumming beneath his skin; his pulse jumped in excitement and arousal. He grew hotter. Harder. Hungrier. His inner dragon wanted to fully shift, take to the skies, and lead you and coral you, corner you until he had you where he wanted you before fully descending upon you and claiming you.
"Yes." You shiver from the night chill and anticipation.
Touya points in the direction of a secret passageway behind one of the ancient green velvet tapestries. "That secret passage will lead you outside. Keep going downward and then take two rights." He leans forward, stealing another kiss and squeezing you against him. "Go, before I change my mind and take you here." He releases you and steps back a few paces.
You bend down, picking up your night gown and robe, and slipping them back on. Twirling on your heels, running towards the direction your dragon and fiancée had given. Pushing back the heavy and thick tapestry, pausing to glance over your shoulder, watching as Touya hastily unlaces his britches and tugs them down, causing you to blush, face forward, and rush out of reach; run as if the devil himself was after your soul.
You heard Touya laugh and chuckle, echoing. You were surprised to find the passageway clean and lit, without cobwebs or dust filling your lungs or scraping beneath your bare feet along the stone path. You didn't catch a glimpse of his manhood, but you did notice the white happy tail starting from his navel and descending lower. A giggle escaped your lips, echoing and bouncing off the walls. It made you wonder how long Touya's wandered these very halls, searching for every entrance, exit, secret passageway, and escape route within his new home and nest. You knew he would go days without sleep to find every secret lying within the castle fortress. Any possible exit should his home become invaded by thieves or adventurous warriors threatening to challenge him for his hoard or his mate.
You descended downward, skipping down the cobblestone staircase, two steps at a time, then took two rights.
You were already panting and breathless by the time you reached outside.
You ran through a large pile of rose bushes and found out you had made it inside the garden.
A loud dragon's roar bellowed overhead.
Anyone else would have been scared.
Terrified.
Your heart skipped a beat and leapt for joy, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Your gaze glances upward, searching the thick, night cloud for signs of movement. You found it. Touya's black wings, blue and purplish scales glittering like bolts of lightning and jewels within the moonlight. His horns and tail were visible as he turned in his dragon form, gliding with ease.
You ran and ran, ran as fast as your legs could take you.
An ancient cliche of the monster stalking its given bride and sacrifice.
You knew the moment Touya caught you, you would be his, forever.
The tradition was thought to be primitive and barbaric.
Savage.
Humiliating.
Not to you.
You felt free and alive.
Free to roam and enjoy the dark, seductive wildness of the night and temptations. Experience these feelings of love and lust shimmering red hot within your veins and the deepest part of your body. For your own self-discovery and for Touya. Your heart pounded hard within your chest, pulsed and drummed in your own ears. You noticed Touya circling overheat, anticipating where you might go as you exited the gardens and out into the wild.
Dragon Touya descended downwards, hard and fast. Tugging his wings closer to his back for maximum speed, then turns, unfurrowing a wing, pushing a gust of air in your direction, signaling for you to go that way.
You did.
You turned to the right, nearly tumbling in the process, before you righted yourself.
Dragon Touya watched from a slight distance, mentally undressing you and devouring your body with his eyes.
How was he supposed to keep control of his inner dragon and lust when you were shyly and boldly begging from him? He peers at you with a hint of amusement, cunning, and mischief through his animalistic eyes. His mouth twitched in a smirk, showing off razor-sharp and pointed teeth. His inner desperation and focusing on your scent, the tail winding around the garden to the back of the castle as he guided another gust of wind your way.
He wouldn't wait to finally claim you, devour all you had to give freely. Cover your body with his own, no clothes separating you from his touch, showing no mercy with searing hot and smoldering kisses. Kisses became more intense as he left love nips and bites, purple bruises in his wake. Give your wet, glistening sex kitten licks, then switch to feasting on your juices and flicking the sensitive pearl with his tongue and a hard suck before his tongue and cock penetrate you. Touya's body was already trembling with the desire that you had ignited within his veins, rocking him to his very core and boiling, shimmering hotter.
He unfurrowed his wings again. Scenting another gust leading you to the location of a hidden cave, leading back inside the castle. He had planned on showing you the normal route, but you had been so cute to deny. Naked. Wanting. A mixture of nervous jitters and second-guessing yourself, your self-worth. He couldn't have that. He'd help you bring out your inner confidence and the goddess he'd been seeing for the last month since his return.
Noticing you heading closer to the cave entrance.
Dragon Dabi descended closer to the ground, his shift back into his human form as his blue smoke clouded his vision and surrounded him. He didn't need his sight; he followed by smell. Your scent, your heated center dripping between your thighs, his scent clinging to your skin and clothes.
The ground rushed closer and closer. He heard the sound of fresh water and stream as he opened his wings, at the last second, and slowed his descent as he fell and landed on top of one of the fallen nearby columns of the entrance he needed to fix. Touya's body tingled from head to toe between the chase and his inner dragon roaring to come back out as your name slipped past his lips. "I'm coming in, Y/n."
Your scent hits his nose. His cock, pulsing and throbbing hard between his legs, stood fully erect and bouncing with each long stride he took. Fangs aching to give you his claiming mark. Binding your souls as one, now and forever.
He found you in the middle of the hidden cave and mine. The walls glittered and sparkled with diamonds, rubies, sapphires, and emeralds as big as a leather ball. His magnetism towards the treasure was tempting, no matter how many times he'd seen them, but that wasn't what caught his attention.
You.
Your reaction to the underground trove.
There, surrounded by a large pool of water, sat his true bed. An even bigger hoard of treasures, silks, and finery he'd handpicked, the best of the best, no flaws or imperfections. Just beauty. His hoard. He wanted to mount you after covering you in gold and gems, the treasures bouncing and jingling with every thrust of his hips into your tight heat. Touya blinked, decided to save it for another night. The bed was large enough to fit twenty people, the softest sheets, skins, and fluffiest pillows and blankets covered the humungous bed. "If you thought the other hoard was amazing. What do you think of this one? My personal collection, stash, and den?"
You jumped and spun, too amazing and dazed to notice him creeping behind you. Your fright and surprise melted again as you smiled. "It's beautiful." You followed the small path towards his bed, slipping off your robe, gown, and panties and jumping into the water.
"I'm glad you think so, my love." Touya shuffled forward, slowly. He didn't shy away from his nudity. Dragon Kin were always comfortable stripping bare to fully shift into their full forms since their first shift and learning to fly. He jumped in after you without a second thought or hesitation. The cold water felt cool on his overheated skin.
You rose to the surface and swam to the shallow end of the pool, waiting. Watching him coming towards you, swimming with ease, his muscles flexing beneath the ripples and waves. Your gaze scanned the cave, candles and incense were lit with his blue flame. The calming lavender scent did nothing to calm your nerves.
Touya stood before you, dripping and soaking wet, standing on the stone steps.
Water droplets cling to his body like second skin, hugging him in all his fully naked glory. You wanted to lick away every drop off his body with your tongue. Your body shuddering, lust, desire, need, and aching for his touch, his mouth, his hands, his body with fierce bursts of hellfire licking your naked, goose-bumped, prickled skin.
You trusted him.
You wanted him.
Needed him.
You watched him muttering a spell beneath his breath, plumes of his magic and blue smoke swirling around you two as the air formed a bubble around you and him. A blast of hot air, covering and caressing your body all at once. You jumped in surprise, then laughed as you became dry within minutes.
Touya gave a small smile of his own. Your giggles and happiness made pride swell within his chest. He quickly shortened the distance between you; your bodies close but teasing. Inches apart. His unnatural body heart surrounds you without directly touching you. His wings twitched behind him.
His eyes never left you.
Looking for any silent refusal.
He found none.
You stood there. Staring. Heart pounding, panting as his powerful and intense gaze continued assessing you and your nude form, making you squirm. Letting the burning, feverish lustful red haze and love as Touya narrowed the gap between you two, sweeping you into his arms and scarred, stapled, pierced, and hard body.
"Are you ready to become bonded and complete the mating ritual?" He whispered, bending his head to ghost his lips over your trembling mouth.
"Yes." You whisper back, panting and breathless. "You know it's all I've ever wanted."
"Good." Touya grins, a rumbling purr of approval. "Once we are bonded, our souls are forever intertwined, not even the heavens can tear us apart." He pulls you closer, his male hardness pulsing, hot and hard against your stomach.
"I know, my love." You whisper softly, bringing your hand up to cradle his cheeks, rubbing your nose against his. "I'm ready." You smile. "Say the words, Touya. I want to hear them, please."
The blue candlelight flickers, then brightens as the air between you two becomes filled with heat and electricity, Touya's magic, inner dragon, and soul searching, stretching towards you to grasp and latch onto your own.
" I, Touya Todoroki, claim you as mine. My life, my fire, my fangs and claws are yours. My horde, scales, and everything that I am," He recites without missing a beat, his touch and body heat skyrocketing, his scales rising to the surface, and his horns straightening, "belongs to you, Princess Y/n Yagi." He swallows thickly, fighting to fully shift.
You swear you aren't hearing things. You hear a loud drumming and pounding heart that wasn't your own. Then you remembered, it's Touya's heart. His dragon heart, beating faster, fiercely, and wild. You felt a cool burning rising within your chest. This was the dragon bond, his dragon binding to its mate. "I, Yn Yagi," you reply, holding his hand and placing it over your own heart, the hearts synchronizing, an invisible chain twisting, weaving, and wrapping around your souls. "Give you all that I am. My life, my heart, my soul, and my love." You gasp, mouth falling open, when your body trembles and becomes feverish with desire and want.
An unbearable ache nestling between your legs.
Touya's breath hitches, scenting your arousal. His fingertips barely grazed your heated flesh, but the contact of energy, scorching heat, and ancient magic traveling up throughout your body stirred something deep within you. The heat radiating from his touch left you feeling overwhelmed and lightheaded.
Once the bond, mating vows have been spoken. The ritual is complete; it can never be undone. Your life becomes his, his life becomes yours. A mated pair won't be able to survive without the other. It's what makes a mortal's fragile life all the more precious and romantic. Dangerous. You will be bonded to him from this life and the afterlife.
One of his clawed hands grabs hold of your shoulder to steady himself. "Y/n." He whispered more gently, clutching you tight.
"Yes, Touya?" You whisper back, patience slipping. Desperate to hear the rest of the bonding words.
"With this mark, I hereby state my claim." Touya growls, a beastial sound rumbling from his throat. "My love, my life, my bride, my wife." He groans, nuzzling into the hollow of your throat, inhaling your sweet scent, translating the ancient vows he knew by heart. "My mate." He raises his smoldering, cobalt hunger gems, meeting yours.
You listened, clinging onto him as his body heat skyrocketed, warming your chilled skin.
One final line. His inner beast rattles within its cage, holding you captive. A line that could bind you two together for all eternity, or fully break him and the last shred of humanity and sanity. Touya Todoroki would be truly lost and die. His inner dragon would become unstable, untamable, and fallen. Unable to return to human form ever again. A beast filled with uncontrollable rage, heartbreak, madness, and blue hellfire. Would not stop until his last breath.
"Do you accept me?" He cupped your jaw in his clawed hand, gentle and caressing your soft, smooth, and tender flesh.
You felt his fluttering and thundering heartbeat drumming against your breast, knowing his fate was within your hands.
Offering you his heart, his soul, his life freely despite knowing he's scared. Underneath all the blue flames, anger, rage, internal resentment, self-loathing, and beastial snarls, he's still the boy you once knew. Your Touya, your Prince. The boy had become a man on the outside, but buried underneath? He's still a crying, frightened child clinging to the lingering ghosts of the past.
Without hesitation, you answered. "Yes."
Touya's breath hitched as he closed his eyes. The thick tension in his body grew lax, his inner dragon roaring in triumph. Reopening his eyes, he felt as if he could truly breathe for the first time in years. "Do you accept my claim?" He intertwines your left hands together, raising them to place a kiss on your engagement ring and wedding band.
"Yes, Touya." You gasp, thighs rubbing together to try to relieve this internal ache deep within your body.
He embraces you closer, brushing your soft curtains of hair over one shoulder, bending his head to place a tender kiss over the quickening pulse point along the column of your neck. "Do you accept my claiming mark and bite, my mate?" Touya's fangs sharpened, ready to pierce your smooth, creamy, and flawless flesh. His voice grows husky, half man, half beast as the man and his dragon become one, and rises to the surface.
Waiting for your acceptance and answer.
Touya's patience holding the strong desire to sink his teeth into your flesh, his body tense, wound hard and tight, his wings unfurrowed and spread wide as he gathered you within his arms and placed you on the bed filled with soft silk sheets, furs, and pelts of his own kills to help keep you warm. "Will..." He pants, placing you down gently into the bed of lavish luxuries and animal hides. You look so beautiful, soft, warm, inviting, seductive, and welcoming beneath him as he slides his body between yours, hovering. "Will you become mine and only mine?"
You reach for him and place your trembling hands onto his chest, observing his muscles jump and flex as you continue to explore higher, over his broad shoulders, brushing your fingertips along his wings. "Yes." You mutter, smiling.
His breath stutters in his damaged lungs, trembling from your touches on his sensitive wings, fanning and flexing. “Finally,” he growls and groans, patience thinning. With the last formalities, sacred rites, and vows out of the way, he can finally claim you. Scarred purple skin and medical staples stretching wide, a combination of gluttonous wildfire and greed brightening the color of his heavy, dilated turquoise gaze. His body pinning you to the bed as he claimed your mouth with heated, hungry, feral, and dominating kisses. Heated hands yanking your arms over your head as he grinds his swollen, hard, and angry erection between your spread thighs, swallowing every moan, gasp, whimper, and sound spilling into his mouth.
His passion, lust, and greed are burning hotter.
Dragons are greedy creatures. Territorial over their hoards and mates. Touya may be an asshole, but he wasn't going to deny his beloved her pleasures, pouncing, panting, covering you in his kisses, licks, body, and wings as his skin ignited with trembling jolts of need. His senses already overwhelmed, claws sinking into the sheets and mattress as beastlike growls tear from the deepest parts of his chest.
His wings fully unfurrowed behind his back to shield you from the outside world as he fully descended to recapturing your mouth with his own heated and possessive kisses. "You are fully mine now," Touya purrs, smirking into your mouth, hot scarred lips leaving you gasping and arching, burning with supernatural and ungodly primitive need.
You trembled beneath him, gasping and moaning. "I'm yours, my love."
Touya's hand rose, then hovered. "Can I touch you?" he asks, breaking the kiss and staring deep into your eyes.
"Yes," You wiggly and squirm beneath his heated, burning, lust-filled, criminally bewitching and haunting blues. "Touch me, my love." You nod your head. "Please," you beg.
Touya lowers his fingertips to your collarbone, grazing the skin softly and getting you used to his heated touches. "Someone's eager and impatient." He muses out loud, showing off his sexy, smug grin. Descending lower to swirl around and appreciate your soft breasts and the full weight of the perfect globes beneath fingers. "Beautiful." Leaning down to lick a teasing stripe with his tongue, circling the erect and still bud, then closing his mouth around it and giving a light nibble and a hard suck.
Your back arched, shoving more of your chest into his face and his mouth as you hold him close.
Touya switches to give the other one attention. "Gotta give the other one attention too." He mumbles, flicking his tongue over the stiff peak, giving it the same treatment as his hand massages the other, pinching and kneading before traveling lower... hands roaming and wondering.
Lower.
He strokes your sides and plush curves, loving the way your body melts against him.
and Lower.
Past your belly, your abdomen, stopping above your pelvis, and the thick patch of curls.
Your pulse picks up. “What are you doing?” you whisper.
Touya releases your breasts with a wet, loud pop, his drool and saliva connecting your nipple to his mouth.
You weren't disgusted. No. In fact, it was more erotic. Made you wonder how it would feel if he licked between your legs.
“I think you know exactly what I’m doing, bride." He licked his lips, noticing your gaze following his movement.
Touya wanted you for so long. To finally have you, claim you, taste you. He had to stop himself from spreading your thighs wide open and devouring you, but he kept off. You weren't as naive as everyone thought you were. You knew exactly where he was doing. What he was going to do. You didn't want to say it. That's fine. He could always have you say it next time.
You sheepishly nodded your head and bit your lower lip.
"Words, my queen," Touya clicked his tongue softly. "Words. Understand?"
"Yes." You cover your furiously red and hot blushing face.
Touya rose, uncovering your hands. "Don't run away now." He kissed your nose, your heated cheeks, jaw, and lips. "It's okay to be nervous and scared."
"I'm embarrassed how much I want you like this, Touya." You admitted, shyly meeting his understanding gaze.
"I know, baby, I know." He leans a little closer, dropping his voice so that only you can hear him. "The question is my love." Touya paused, leaving the question hanging, your want and desire rising, "Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” you whisper. “Don’t stop.”
He grins. “Good answer.” Heated fingers trailing down the path of pubic hair and stroking your wet lower lips and soaking slit. "Good girls deserve a reward." Gathering your wetness and use it to rub and stroke your clit in smooth, soft circles. Flickering his observant blues on your facial expression, every gasp and shuddering breath, the rise and fall of your chest.
He crawls backwards, spreading your legs wide open and guiding your legs over his shoulders to fully appreciate and ogle your glistening and drooling sex. His composure and patience crack at the first scent of your pussy hit his nose, inhaling where your arousal was its strongest.
"Gods," Touya groans, brushing his nose against your inner thigh. He's drooling, he wants to taste you, no, devour you. "My cock is hard just thinking about tasting you." He opens his mouth, licking your skin and giving another nip.
Your cheeks burn, molten heat churns in your core. "Why would you want to kiss and taste me there?"
Touya's hypnotizing azure blues flicker from your cunt to your questioning and curious, earnest eyes.
"Why?" He repeats, scarred mouth twitching into a wolfish smirk. Remeeting your questioning stare.
"Why?" You repeat, hearing stories. Mortal woman servicing a dragon and fulfilling their pleasures and desires first before their own. "Isn't deflowering a maiden for a dragon more about domination than pleasure?"
"Your pussy is beautiful, my love." He purrs softly, giving an appreciative hum, "Inviting and begging to be fucked by my tongue, my fingers, and my cock." Heated hands kneading the meat of your thighs. "I could spend hours eating you out." Your dragon admits without shame, raising his hungry and appreciative gaze from your core to your eyes. "Better yet, why don't I show you, my sweet?"
He kisses his way down your leg. A kiss here, rubbing his horns there, kneading and groping every inch of your soft, creamy flesh he could get a hold of with his heated, trembling hands. "Make you cum on my tongue over and over again before impaling your cunt with my cock." He trails his tongue from the opening to your clit, causing your back to arch off the bed. "It's all mine." A possessive, animalistic growl leaves the back of his throat as he gives another long and teasing lick.
"Touya!" You pant; one hand clenches the sheets, and the other tangles in his hair, making all those pretty, unruly, charcoal black locks messier.
He hums in answer. The sound vibrates through the center of your flesh. "You taste fucking delicious." Your legs begin to shake as soon as his lips wrap around your clit, flicking his tongue and giving a hard suck. "My cute little wife."
His fingers return to stoking your slit, coating his fingers in your arousal, circling your entrance. Paying attention to any signs of discomfort or waiting for you to ask him to stop. Finding neither, he continues gently poking and prodding while lapping, licking, and slurping down every dripping liquid honey from your cunt.
You hiss a breath of discomfort, but don't push him away. Instead, you dig your nails into his scalp and buckle your hips upwards, grinding yourself into his mouth.
He tries again successfully, sinking one finger into your tight heat. Slowly pumping it in and out, getting you used to his invasion and opening you up. Watching as you suck his digit deep inside, covering him in your slick. The thought of your juices marking you as his made him more feral and hornier as he slipped another finger and curled them upwards, resuming pumping them in and out.
Your breath hitches as he finds the perfect spot, your stomach fluttering.
Touya thrusted his fingers a tad faster and harder. His angry and swollen cockhead is leaking fat translucent trails of precum from the slit. He focused on your flushed expression, your hair a mess. The rise and fall of your chest, nipples fully erect and pointing upwards as your mouth parted, moaning for him.
Your pleasure cries and moan spur him on, cooing prays and smirking wickedly against your swollen and overstimulated clit. "That's it, my love." Rising only to press more of his weight against you, keeping you still and pinned beneath him without breaking the rhythm or his fingers or swirl of his wet, long, hot tongue. "Give me every orgasm, every delicious noise, and your slutty moans." Adoring how the meat of your thighs trembled and shook around his head, he grunts and growls in pleasure when you grip his sensitive horns.
A privilege only you could get away with.
Stroking his wings, his tail or horns to your heart's content.
His heartbeat quickened, heat spreading throughout his body. His hard, heavy, and neglected erection pulsated and throbbed between his scarred thighs. Touya buries his face deeper into your fold and cunt, grinding his erection into the mattress, seeking friction to release some of the pressure below. He groans into your pussy and shudders in pleasure. The vibration stimulates your love button, earning another moan from you.
His heartbeat thudding hard in his chest and in time with the hardness between his legs, causing his breath to catch. Dammit, he's close. He paused, soaking in your flushed appearance and dazed expression. Blue eyes observing how dilated your eyes were, lashes fluttering shut tight in pleasure. Your hair was wild, desire burning within your gaze, mouth swollen from his previous kisses.
Your eyes slowly open, worry and confusion shining in your lust-hazy vision. "T-Touya?" You pant, gasping for air.
Changing tactics, he rises onto his knees, lifting your hips. "Hold on." He unlatches his mouth from your core and pulls out his fingers, earning a confused whine from you.
He raises his head from between your trembling thighs, giving you a mischievous smirk. "A secret," he purrs. "Trust me, you'll love it." That was his only reply. Lowered back down to continue feasting and finger fucking you. Heating up his fingers and tongue to help stimulate both erogenous zones at once, moving his fingers faster and harder, switching between hard circles and suction on your clit.
God, he's hard. Carnal desire and need are spreading throughout his bones, flooding his veins. You made him feel alive. Whole. Seen. Wanted. Loved. His deepest, darkest nature and instincts shoving itself to the forefront of his mind, blue eyes brightening into a darker shade as he continued to lose himself between his mates sweet, succulent flavor and your insides clenching around his fingers.
"T-Touya." You whine, sucking in a shuddering, gasping breath. The liquid heat and fire stirring up your core and knot within your abdomen grew tighter and tighter. Your closed fists continued to twist, rub, and stroke his horns. "I-"
"That's it, my love," Touya mutters and growls between your lower lips, vibrations sending jolts of pleasure shivers down your spine. "Give it to me."
"Give?" You were too lost in Touya's mouth and fingers that you couldn't think straight. "G-Give you- a- what?" A low, wonton moan slipping out.
"Your sweet nectar 'n honey," Touya explains, licking his lips and chuckling in wicked mirth from your innocent confusion. "Your come, baby," he purrs.
Your face turns scalding. "C-Climax."
"Let go and come on my face and fingers." He hums, picking up the pace, adding a third finger, and turning up the heat without burning you.
Your back arches off the bed. "Fuck!"
You can hear the wetness leaking from between your legs, coating his fingers, his drool and saliva mixing with your own juices. It sounded perverted, but oh so fucking erotic. You released Touya's horns to fondle and grope your own chest, rolling your nipples between your fingers for his viewing pleasure. You can't sit still. Touya has you pinned with your ass up high into the air, trembling and quaking beneath him.
"Be a good littl' treasure 'n come for your mate." He growls, thrusts, and licks become meaner, nastier, harder. "Gimme my prize."
Your hands fell to clench hard fistfuls into the blankets of furs and wool. The cord and coil are stretching, tighter and tighter. You felt it. You were close. So close. Your body is burning, scalding hot, chilled all over. Touya's mark throbbing and pulsating in time with your aching and sensitive clit.
Touya raised his tail to rub your clit, shoving a fourth finger into the depths of your tights sheath, turning his head to the side and biting down hard on the meat of your inner thigh. "Come, now." He growled, piercing the skin as he felt your inner walls clench tight like a vise.
You came with a loud shrieking cry, tears prickling your lashes, and fell.
Touya didn't stop; he licked the new bite mark, purring and grinning in satisfaction. "Good girl," he kisses it, enjoying how you squirm and shiver, overstimulation kicking in. Carefully withdrawing his fingers and tail, he sets you down gently. "How was it?" The black-haired dragon asked, genuinely curious.
Gods, if that's what oral sex is like with Touya. What the hell am I going to do when he's inside me? You think to yourself. You lie there, limp, exhausted, gasp, panting, and left breathless.
Touya chuckles, crawling back, to meet your dazed expression. "Hey, come back." He pats your cheek and kisses your forehead. "Oh no, someone call for help, my bride has collapsed from exhaustion." He exclaims in false panic and covers his eyes with the back of his clawed and scaled hand.
Your lips curl into a smirk. "Great gods, help." You cover your mouth, wiping a tear away, and pretend to sulk. "My dragon husband has turned into a sex demon, whatever shall I do?"
Touya peeks through his fingers, meeting your gaze. "Who are you calling a demon?" He pouts.
"I said sex de-a!" You don't get to finish that sentence. Touya pounces on you, dragging you into his chest as he smothers you in kisses, love nips, and marking you in his scent.
Touya's erection is poking your inner thigh, groaning in pain and discomfort as he buries his face into your chest. "Gods, this boner is worth than mating season, fuck." He mumbles.
Well, now you feel bad. "Do you want me to help?"
Touya wants you to touch him. Touch his dick, feel it between your hands, your tits, your thighs, and especially your mouth. His face grows red. "It's not like I don't want you too."
You blink. "There's a "but" in there somewhere."
"Oh, you get that." Touya rolls his eyes. "But when I ask if you want me to give you oral and finger blast you, you're clueless, huh?" He teases.
"There's a difference between reality and fiction, dumbass." You growl, trying to shove him off, but he won't budge.
Touya laughs. "I'm just teasin'. Calm down, my love."
You huff out a breath, crossing your arms and pouting. "Jerk."
Touya backs away, but not without dragging you with him and straddling his lap. "Oh, c'mere." He places his hands on your hips, then raises them until they are at your sides.
Your brow twitches. "Don't you dare." You narrow your gaze.
Touya's face breaks out into a teasing lit as he squeezes your sides.
You break.
"Dammit, stop!" You squeal in fits of giggles and laughter.
He switches from your sides to your knees and the back of your neck. "Ah, there's that smile." He coos affectionately in an annoying baby voice.
You shove all of your weight into his chest, causing him to land on his back, straddling his waist and the tip of his cock to kiss the entrance of your core. "Oh!" Your breath hitches as you shiver.
Touya grunts, eyes half shutting tight in pleasure, his hands clasping hard on your hips, iron-clad. "Shit, that was close."
You gaze at each other, panting, sweaty, and breathing heavily.
You cup his face and kiss him. "Touya?"
He grunts into the kiss, then pulls away. "Y/n?"
"I'm ready." You smile, rolling your hips and grinding across his length, coating him in your arousal and wetness.
Touya's breath hitches, eyes rolling into the back of his head. His iris glows and flickers a darker shade, the brightest blue that matches the starry night sky outside. Maybe next time you two can go at each other while staring at the stars? He blinks and refocuses a second later. "Are you sure?" His hand covers yours. "I don't want to hurt you." He frowns.
"You won't." You whisper, kissing the frown line off his face. "I trust you."
Touya pressed his forehead against your own. "I can't ever deny you."
You slowly rock your pelvis back and forth. You can feel his hard, erection throbbing, and hot erection beneath you, his pre-cum mixing with your own slick. Relining yourself, you take a deep breath, proceed to sit downward, his cockhead parting your folds; literally pressing against your opening when Touya halts your movements.
"Wait," his expression soft, tender, and pleading. "Here, let me help." He switches your positions. Him on top and you on your back.
"Okay, but next time I'm on top." You shake your head, grabbing his hand, intertwining them, and kissing his wrist.
Touya remains quiet. Hating himself for how he's about to hurt you, it makes his insides churn and twist. "Forgive me," he mutters, a bloody tear leaving his eyes as he pushes his hips forward.
You whimper, teary-eyed and sinking your nails hard into his hand and back. You couldn't breathe. It hurt. But you didn't want to stop. You clung to him tighter, shutting your eyes.
Touya guides your face into the crook of his neck. "Here, my love." He coaxes gently, bites down.
You blink away tears. "But your scales."
Touya closes his eyes and concentrates, his dragon scales receding apart from the ones on his back. Reopening them as he pulls you into a kiss. "There, it will only be for a little while." His gaze shifts away. He didn't want to admit it took a long time to rebond with his inner dragon after he'd burned himself that day. "I can't exactly hold my dragon back forever." Touya had to remind his dragon to be patient. He wanted to rush back to his family and you after he'd awoken from his coma. He couldn't. His body was broken. His fire was too weak. He was told he'd never live for no longer than a few months to a year.
When he went back home. Nothing had changed. Father was training Shouto, his new heir. And you? You were gone. He'd missed his chance.
Touya hadn't realized he'd been crying until you pulled him into a sweet and tender kiss. His body was trembling, shaking as he continued to cry bloody tears. "I'm okay." He muttered sheepishly, feeling you brush them away.
"Liar." You reply, holding him tight. Leaning your forehead against his own. "Try again, please." You whisper softly, kissing him.
Touya pulls halfway out, then thrusts his hips forward.
Unlike last time, something happened.
You kept Touya's magic, and something foreign was caressing you.
Touya held you tight, keeping the pace slow and steady. His dragon was growing restless. Wanting to properly mount you, claim you, and breed you properly. Touya growled, muscles tense and shaking for another reason. You felt so good. Wrapped around him, insides squeezing him, and made just for him. You truly were his mate. He forced himself to remain calm, rational, and sane, no matter how perfect you felt. Waves of lust and happiness invaded his nose, raising his head to meet your eyes. You weren't crying anymore. His heart clenched painfully. Did. Did he break you?
You were trying to figure out what this strange sensation was that completely fell through the cracks. You felt that dark blanket and shape caressing your naked skin, then seep deep into your body. You can practically sense the raw, animalistic and carnal, beast-like possessiveness radiating from the male dragon kin above you. "More."
Touya paused mid-thrust. "What?"
You came back, eyes rolling into the back of your head. "To-Touya." You keen and moan loudly. "Keep going."
That's what this was. You were having sex with Touya, but you felt his dragon trying to both comfort you with his magic and make you experience what he's feeling. His feelings. Touya's dragon form flashed into your mind, the winged breast purring and growling in affection. Wanting to feel your touch. Greedy and jealous of his human body. "Mate. Our beautiful mate." His inner dragon purrs. "Our Treasure."
You moan louder, coming back after Touya bit down hard on your breast. "Yes." You moan, arching your neck into your mouth and rocking your hips to tempt him further. "Please, Touya, please. I need-" she pants, insides aching for all of him.
"You need?" He bites down lightly without breaking the skin, then flicks his tongue over the jumping vein.
You blush deeply. "I want all of you, Touya. Inside."
Touya smirks. "Of course, whatever my mate wants." He mumbles against your skin. "My mate gets." He sinks his teeth and fangs into your neck, piercing and breaking the skin at the same time as he thrusts his hips forward and bottoming out. His eyes roll into the back of his head; a hissing pleasure groaning rumbles leave his chest and the back of his throat. "Fu-"
"Oh, fuck!" You released a loud, wanton pleasure cry, clinging onto him as waves of heat, mixing with the pain and the pleasure tingling all over your trembling body.
Wrapping your legs around his hips and groaning. "More." His greedy nature seeps into your bones, becoming your own. A fierce need, the selfish part of yourself breaking out of its cage and morals. You rank your nails down his back. "Please, Touya," you demand, bratty and whining. "More, my King. More." You dig your heels into his ass, wanting everything. All of him. His full-length, hard cock inside your pussy.
Touya growls, grazing his fangs over your fluttering pulse. "More, my love?" He knows exactly what you mean. He wants to hear it. Hear the desperate and clear need singing in your veins, remaining completely motionless and not shove the rest of his length deep, home. Inside.
A mad and deranged sadistic grin split across his face. "Yes, that's it, pretty baby. Fall apart and come on my cock, like a good littl' monster lovin' slut." His hips and pace didn't slow, becoming wilder and more brutal with carnal thrust as he held you within his arms. Watching in glee and primal love and interest, every scream as you continued to thrash and writhe in pleasure, babbling his name from your pretty lips.
Your pussy clenched around him as you screamed his name.
He quickly climaxed after you. Wings opening, trembling and shaking as he released a loud guttural groan when his hips stuttered, his cock hardened, pulsed, once, twice, three times, and then he came, licking, sucking on the claiming mark on your neck. "Y/n."
"Touya." You smile. Something warm, pulse, and sear into your skin. It didn't hurt.
His eyes fluttered open, blue meeting hazy, glazed, satisfied, cute and doll-like eyes. He smirked with pride, licking and sucking on the irritated skin on your chest.
There was your villainous dragon.
You weren't afraid.
You accepted Touya.
He's yours, and you are his.
His eyes dilated, wide and bright, pupils becoming slits. "You can never escape me, no matter wherever you go." His smug smirk became more vicious, sinful, and feral, lost in pure rapture of pleasure and carnal instincts. "Whoever tries to steal you from my nest." He pulls out, spreads your thighs wider, grinding his hardness between your slick slit, glistening with arousal, your release, and his cum.
He relines the leaking, throbbing, and aching tip of his cockhead back to your entrance. "I. Will. Always." Yanking you closer with the back of your trembling, weak thighs as he pushes his hips forward. "Reclaim what's mine." He thrusts slow and deep, measured with every single word.
He retook your body.
On your back. On all fours like two animals ducking during mating season. Your back pressed tight against his chest as he held your legs wide open to buckle his hips and thrust cock back into your wet, tight heat. Years of repressed sexual hunger and denial, longing and yearning, love and lust being sated and consummated within your marriage bed. You accepted everything. Moaning his name. Wanting more. His dragon's fire, desire, greed, pleasure, and magic are pouring out of him and straight into your own.
If this is unbridled passion, love, and corruption? Feeling alive and home. What it felt like to be mated. A treasured possession of a Dragon Kin, then you didn't ever want to go back.
You came again with a final keening whine.
Voice raw and hoarse from overuse.
You weakly held onto him as your body trembled and sagged against him.
Touya kissed his mark, his own hot, ragged breathing fanning your damp skin. "I love you, Y/n." He held you close, his erection finally soft and spent. Slowly lifting you into his arms, carrying you to wash you in the pool. His hands were warm and gentle, cleaning every inch of bare flesh marked by love bites and worship. "Sleep," he whispered, kissing the top of your brow, nuzzling into the side of your head, and holding you tight, stroking locks of your messy and tangled hair back.
You hummed in answer, exhausting, seeping deep into your bones. You were sore, but you felt happy. "I'm not sleeping." You murmur softly. "I'm resting my eyes."
Touya chuckled. "Then rest your eyes, my Queen." He frowned, holding you a tad tighter. He didn't want you to go back. Didn't want you to leave your new home, the nest he took great care and time planning, placing everything perfectly within its proper place.
Kurogiri's purple warp gate opened.
Touya leaned his mismatched mouth near the shell of your ear. "I will return this time, I swear it, my love." His inner dragon raged and roared, running and thrashing beneath his skin, trying to claw its way out. "You are my mate, my bride, my wife, and my queen." He grits his teeth, stepping out of the pool and straight through the warp gate.
His body moved on autopilot, placing you down onto our bed and covering your nakedness before his burning, hungry gaze. His wings twitching with irritation as he scowled, a rumbling growl left the back of his throat as a familiar voice called his name from the other side of the warp gate. Smoke and vapors came out of his flared nostrils as he snorted in answer. "Yeah, yeah, I'm comin'." Touya clicked his tongue, annoyance and venom present in his tone.
He crawls into the bed, hovering over you once more, purring and covering you in his scent as he kisses your hands, every finger, leaving his lips lingering on your wedding ring. "It will only be a few hours, I promise." Touya mumbled, frowning. "My treasure."
Closing his eyes, Touya backed away from the bed, muttering another spell. The blue dragon tattoo signaling you were mated and bonded to him disappeared underneath his cloaking spell.
He knew you wouldn't be able to be apart from each other for long periods of time now.
Your soul is singing and beckoning him back to your side.
Proof of your bond in matehood.
Fully dressed, Touya left with an aching heart as the purple warp gate closed. He went back towards your window, hopped onto the ledge, and glanced back behind him, a rare softness and sorrow seeping into his ocean blue depths. He opened his palm, igniting his blue flame, flicking his wrist to send the burning embers towards you. Enthralled as his flames covered you in a blanket of blue blaze. It didn't burn you. It surrounded you, healing you and disappearing into your body. Leaving another piece of him within you.
Touya forced himself to look away from the temptation of crawling back into your bed and joining you.
He stayed longer than he meant to.
Biting his lower lip until one of his fangs pierced the flesh, fists clenched and white-knuckled, he jumped, opened his wings, and took flight, disappearing into the last glimmers of the darkest clouds.
You ran.
You knew he was out there. In the night. In the dark. Circling. Shifted into his true dragon form, a huge, terrifying creature that made even the bravest men tremble and go weak with fright. Unlike those cowardly men, your eyes were widened in horror and helplessness. No. You felt the rush of happiness and adrenaline high within your veins. No icy shiver. Or a desperate attempt to escape his dragon's mating dance and stalking. You pulled your nightgown higher, baring your legs above the knee, teasing him. Taunting him with your own game of seduction and willing want and desires. Your hair tumbling wildly, brushing your shoulders and down your back, your lungs fought to keep up as you gasped more excited and greedy breaths of air. Your pulse hammering inside your eardrums, your heartbeat pounding and drumming, threatening to leap out of your own rising and falling chest. Your nipples pebbled hard and erect beneath your nightgown, the friction of every bounce and brushing over the material of the gown, causing jolts of pleasure crawling down your spine.
You turned to look over your shoulder. He wasn't following behind you, but above.
Your eyes slowly opened. Slowly, you became aware of your surroundings. You were back inside your bed, your hair a wild mess of tangles, your blankets and sheets twisted around your body, and you lay completely nude. Your chest rising and falling, heaving as you sat up. "Was… was it all a dream?" You blinked away unshed tears as the first morning sunrise of dawn blinded you. Throwing back the covers and padding barefoot across the room, you've lived in all your life, the spacious bedchambers within your parents' castle. "I-It.." You stuttered, your heart aching and breaking as you held yourself, trembling out of grief and sadness.
You heard a knock on the door, drawing your attention.
"Princess, what's the matter, dear?" Your maid and dearest friend asked, the elder woman who had become a second mother to you. "Were you sleepwalking naked again?" She chuckled, opening and closing the door behind her as she carried new clothes with a group of waiting younger maids rushing in behind her. "Come, it's your wedding day. We must help you bathe and dress."
Your unshed tears fell. Your eyes glanced down. The sight made you want to scream with frustration, sadness, and disbelief. It wasn't Touya's ring on your finger…. but All For Ones. The cursed, heavy black band and emerald stones replaced your beloved dragon's ring. You swallowed thickly, throat choking back a sob of grief. It all felt so real. Touya's rough touches and caresses, his heated breath fanning your skin, his possessive, loving, and claiming kisses as he claimed both your body, heart, and soul. Forever binding himself to you, his mate and true bride.
She stopped, frowning. "Princess, what's wrong?" Your nanny and maid knew you. Knew you wouldn't cry unless something was truly troubling you. She grabbed your soft, red velvet robe and helped you into it. "Do you need to talk about it again?" She whispered words of comfort, lowering her voice into a whisper for your ears alone. "Your dreams of him?"
Oh yes, she knew.
Knew your darkest secrets and unholy dreams about Touya. Your mind and body are willing him to come back to you, tempting him and his ghost back into your arms, into your bed, and soothing your breaking heart and shattered soul.
"No." You said, taking a deep, shuddering breath after finally pulling yourself together. "It's just a horrible nightmare." You forced a smile, calming down and wiping away your tears. "Of course not." You added, determined not to alarm her. "Perhaps, it's wedding day jitters to leave me frightened and shaken?"
She stared at you. Unconvinced, but sighed. "Alright, I won't ask again until you are ready to talk." She backed away and let the younger maids and servants help lead you into the bath and dress you.
You let them. Let them wash away your sweaty skin. The lingering touches of your dragon princes, your true husband and keeper of your heart.
Scented candles and incense lit the room as your head maid offered a silent prayer to the old gods and the new. Praying that you will find the happiness that you deserve. Knowing the harsh and cruel world would not care about your happiness. Stripping you out of your childhood home and sending you mountains away to live within the Demon Lord's dark, cold, and gloomy castle.
You watched the shadows on the walls flicker and scatter. Heart sinking harder, dreams being trampled and flushed down the drain as the last sparks of your freedom of choice were completely stolen.
--- end of part 2 --
Part 1: The Dragons Promise 💙Part 3: The Dragons Claim 💙Part 4: Dragon Born
It's done! Dragon Touya and spice! I hope you enjoy it, my lovelies! Merry Christmas
I know the cliff hanger came out of nowhere! But the idea for a 3rd part came to me a few days ago.
Four. Four soulmates. Oh Kamisama no! - Reader x ShiggyOverDabiHawks 16
💞Part 16: Lost
The two remaining Villains, clearly guilty and panicking Hero, remained behind as they watched Overhaul calmly chase after you.
Dabi is eating his breakfast without a care. Trying to enjoy his meal and ignore all the information you had just dumped onto the floor and left without further explanation. He'd never told anyone about his past, the coma, trying to go home and his heart and mind finally cracking and spiraling into his revenge scheme. His grip tightened on his fork, stabbing the fluffy, warm, and cheesy eggs, which made his mouth water. Damn, there goes his ace in the hole. He thought bitterly. Then again, you hadn't exactly said who this father was. You had said you hated All For One and Endeavor. It wouldn't take long to figure it would, if he knew his other three companions.
The sound of cabinets slamming brought Dabi out of his head. His gaze shifted to the Hero pulling out a white reusable Chinese takeout container you'd kept in the bottom drawer with the rest of your Tupperware. Hawks shoved forkfuls or a sample of everything he could fit into that container as he shoved a biscuit into his mouth, or what he could as he twirled on his feet and rushed in the direction of the door. "The hell are you goin', speedy?" Dabi chuckled, amused by the usual cool and air-headed acting Number Two Hero running like a chicken with his head cut off.
"Out," Hawks mumbled between mouthfuls, tugging on his thick bombers jacket.
Shigaraki carefully made his plate as he chuckled, knowing and mocking. "No, you're worried about her." He turned his head to observe the comical spectacle of the red-winged hero hopping from one foot to the other, cursing up a storm as he fought to slip on his boots and furiously tie the laces.
"Does it matter?" Hawks huffed, worried, and guilty, twisting harder and tighter within his gut. He didn't want to leave things as they were.
"I'm serious, lovebird." Dabi cut in. "The way she looked, if you confront her right now after that outburst, you will get a black eye and a bitch slap." He dug into his pancakes, chewing and licking the syrup off his mismatched lip as Hawks left out the door without another word or glancing back. "Well, can't say I didn't warn him." He mumbled out loud to himself, giving a casual and uncaring shrug of his shoulders.
Shigaraki and Dabi kept to themselves.
Dabi eating in the kitchen, and Shigaraki was eating at your computer desk, reading something as he scrolled, and the occasional click of the mouse filled the silence. The blue-haired man was lost in the digital world as he ate slowly and carefully without making a mess.
Neither wanted to bring up the obvious questions.
Your dislike, no... Deep-seated hatred for All For One and Endeavor.
You knew the dark, corrupt illusion of peace.
The dirty dealings, the cold, hard truth that not all heroes were heroic.
Pride, greed, power hungry, jealousy, madness, and one man's obsession with someone could plunge them and their loved ones into chaos and borderline insanity.
Maybe we do have something in common. Dabi thought as he set his dirty dishes into the sink for Shigaraki to clean.
Hours passed before you, Overhaul, and Hawks came back.
You didn't acknowledge Hawks. Choosing to ignore him and his apology and gift. The smell of freshly baked goods wafted into the air, and various pastries, cookies, donuts, and cakes were stuffed into three large boxes.
It was entertaining, at least. Watching the big red feathered pigeon openly pout and sulk, his wings drooping and sagging to the floor. Which Dabi thought he deserved it after being a brainless egghead. Has he forgotten that he, Overbeak, and handyman were your favorite villains? Bird boy should be working smarter, not harder. Dabi inwardly snickered.
They had enough leftover breakfast to live off of for tonight's dinner.
You took your plateful and retreated into your room.
Nobody stopped you.
You usually didn't.
A habit and rule you bided by since you were a kid. However, you needed to be alone tonight, which you explained before entering your bedroom.
After dinner, Overhaul informed them of today's events.
Him following you inside the bar, a fight breaking out, you nearly getting hurt, and him saving you. Meeting your boss and the two "non-spatial awareness" and "rude" idiots, as Overhaul referred to them.
"Well, I'll be damned." Dabi interrupted the yakuza's boring recap. "You've caught the pathetic love bug, aintcha?" He tilted his head, giving the brunette, golden-eyed man a dirty, knowing look. "It's catching."
"That's utter nonsense." Overhaul denied cooly, his cheeks heating beneath his mask. "Soulmate or no, it's too soon and early for love to blossom."
Dabi blinked. "We don't even know the rules, unlike our bitchy, prissy, high horse."
Hawks sat, eating by himself. Moping. Barely eating or touching his dinner.
"Other than our mission and goal, no," Shigaraki interjected, his own far-off and blank stare landing on the wall beside Dabi.
The fuck was wrong with Handyman?
They each called it a night. Deciding to dig more into the three men Overhaul confronted and interacted with today, later this week.
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A masculine figure entered your room.
You were sound asleep.
Unaware of your sudden visitor.
His heartbeat thundered within his chest and drummed loudly, even in his own ears. Waiting for you to stir or acknowledge the noise of your door opening and closing quietly behind him with a soft click. Swallowing thickly and licking his cracked and dry lips, he slowly shuffled forward, tiptoeing lightly to the edge of your bed. Your soft breathing, the rise and fall of your chest, drew his attention before shifting his gaze back into your bed. He knew this was a bad idea. A stupid impulse. Rude and crazy, but he couldn't stay away. No matter how many times, he told himself he should just stay away; keep his distance.
Your words this morning wouldn't leave his head. Surely, what you said was all lies. Half mad, induced rambling during fits of tiredness and anger. He noticed the dark circles underneath your eyes from your lack of proper sleep habits over the past two nights. Surprised that he'd begun to feel guilty.
Inwardly, sighing, he lowered his body to crawl onto his knees onto your bed; the mattress dipped and groaned against his added weight. You didn't notice. An advantage in his favor, he supposed. He moved closer to the wall and lay down on his side beside you, cautiously covering himself in your blanket and scooting a tad more to feel your warmth and body heat.
He leaned forward as if he meant to kiss her. Instead, he shifted his head to whisper into her ear. "Why do you cry for me?" His rough voice came out soft and puzzled, a rare childlike wonder shining within his eyes. "Why do you care about my past? My well-being and future? You know you shouldn't." He mumbled, hands twitching and fidgeting in earnest nervousness as his palms became sweaty and trembled slightly. The need to touch your hand again, your skin, so soft and smooth, left him aching and burning for more.
Tomura pulled back, frowning. His pinky finger flexed, then rose and lightly caressed the back of your hand. "Even after knowing and seeing all that I've done, you still..." He began lowering each finger until only his middle finger remained hovering; his heartbeat quickened, and his cheeks reddened. "Accept me?" His crimson eyes darted around the room, zeroing in on the collection of merchandise that was only of him. "A fan?" He whispered more to himself than to you. "Is it pity? Are you as crazy as the rest of the world?"
Tomura never thought in a million years that he'd ever get a fan of his own, let alone a fangirl. Someone is secretly cheering for him in the background. True, he had to share your devotion; however, he wasn't going to let that annoying detail stop him. His gaze shifted to the bundle of plushies within your arms, a miniature copy of himself staring, father on its face, red doll-like eyes, motionless, teasing him, taunting him. His frown lowered into a scowl. Why was he feeling jealous of a stuffed animal?
Hesitantly, Tomura lets his middle finger fall as he presses the full weight of his hand, engulfing yours. Scowl disappearing into a firm line. Holding his breath, waiting. Waiting for this useless, shameless hope blooming within his chest, only for everything to come crashing down, and watching in horror as you break down and turn into dust.
One heartbeat.
Two heartbeats.
Three.
Silent, breathless.
He waited.
Nothing.
After finally realizing his lungs were burning, sending an inaudible signal and warning to his brain that he needed oxygen, air. He finally inhaled, a shaky and shuddering breath of relief. Last night wasn't a delusion. He could touch you. Feel your warmth. A shiver of embarrassment and heat digs into the base of his scalp, down his spine to his toes. Tomura was ashamed to admit he'd been testing his quirk all day. Checking for errors and malfunctions. He found none. Gripping a handful of trash? Dust. Lying down all five of his fingers over the face of a creep, shameless, leering, and ogling your figure from the shadows of a dark alleyway? History.
So, he did some research. Using your non password-protected computer as napped on the couch, snoring away, legs tangled in blankets with his pillow covering his eyes. He could read your physical copies of the manga, but he didn't want to accidentally activate his quirk and dust your volumes. He pulled up an online translation and began to read. The more he read, the more shocked he’d become by what you had revealed last night.
Memories of past events came back to him as he stared at the computer screen, devouring page after page of the digital manga right there in pictures in black and white: the USJ Attack and Hosu Incident, his meeting with Midoriya at the mall, The Vanguard Action Squad ruining U.A.'s summer training camp, The Raid of Kurogiri's Bar, Bakugo's escape by those made brats and Midoriya. His Master's capture, his defeat by All Might, Twice bringing Overhaul to him, and their confrontation.
Tomura finally took a break after hours, rubbing his tired eyes with the heel of his hand. He'd only gotten glimpses last night, here and there. He left the computer on, threw on his hoodie and shoes, and headed outside when Dabi called out to him.
"It's y'er turn to scrounge for rent money." The black-haired flame user reminded him; he kicked off the blanket and pillow to sit upright and stretched.
Tomura turned his head, clicking his tongue. "Yeah, yeah, I know." His scarred, dry lips curl. "Which means it's your turn as chore boy today, isn't it?" He chuckled, watching the blue-eyed man made of burn scars and healthy skin, his posture growing hard and ridged, irritation evident by his tense body language. "Care not to burn down the house chasing dust bunnies." He laughed, drawing his hood up, and left.
"Don't end up on America's Most Wanted," Dabi countered bitterly, scowling as he snagged his carton of cigarettes and scoffed. "I ain't busting y'er scrawny ass out of jail."
After wandering around in new and uncharted territory, he furiously stopped himself from scratching his neck raw and bloody; he'd gathered enough cash to put in the fish boil as they all agreed. Each of them decided to sell and steal what they could to put towards giving you rent. Deciding to leave their old apartment to stay here and rooming up.
Tomura snapped back to the present, finding his body had moved on autopilot.
He didn't know why. He brought your hand closer to his person. Wordlessly, placing your hand on the top of his head, holding them there. Heat adoring his pale cheeks, burning the back of his neck to the tips of his ears. Then he intertwined your hands again, guiding it down his face to rest on his cheek. He closed his eyes, breathing in your sweet scent of coconut and pressing your palm closer into his skin.
Your presence calmed him. He felt light, his breathing synchronizing with your own as he began to feel drowsy. Lying down to rest his head on your shoulder, burying his nose into the crook of your neck, tangling your legs with his own, and holding your hand, fingertips drawing patterns lazily.
He knew it was dangerous to stay here.
Knowing you'd scold him come morning, and yet Tomura couldn't force himself to leave.
He wanted to stay.
And stay he did.
He was warm, soaking in the warmth of another person's body .... he didn't know how long he stayed there. Minutes? Hours? Loneliness slowly faded away. His face softened into a man who'd finally found inner peace. Blinking and fighting sleep. He wanted to savor this peaceful moment longer, greedier for this rare moment of time and space between you. Knew in the morning he'd go back to acting tough, distant and try to pretend nothing happened.
He hadn't been able to sleep much since coming here. Same as Overhaul, who's mind would overthink and work itself into overdrive until he forced himself to sleep. Tomura's vision began hazy, lids becoming half-lidded and heavy. A yawn escaped as his breathing slowed, matching your own, and he started to fall deeper and deeper into your warmth, your soft and comfy bed. The smell of coconut became his new favorite calming scent, and he finally slipped into slumber.
No memories of blood, screams, and decay.
He slept peacefully.
Was this your secret power?
Bringing them a semblance of security? Inner peace? Sanity? Covering him in a thick and heavy blanket of affection and intimacy, he'd been without and denied its joys for far too long.
Dabi opened the door to your bedroom and paused, a strawberry pocky hanging limp between his lips as he nibbled on his midnight snack. Well, isn't that a surprising sight? He inwardly chuckled, pulling out his camera and taking a picture.
The black-haired, blue-eyed villain never would have thought Tomura Shigaraki would beat him into your bed. He was inwardly embarrassed for having the same idea as crusty. Leaning his weight into the door, scrolling his camera roll at the picture he'd found himself taking of you all week. Stalking wouldn't be the only crime on his long list. He's used to looming in the shadows, watching and observing from the darkness, unknown and going unnoticed until he made himself known.
---- end of part 16---
Okay to clarify, the sneaking into the bedroom was a toss-up between Shigaraki and Dabi. So, I wrote it without saying who for a minute to amp up the mystery. ;) If you are disappointed by it not being Dabi, don't worry I've got plenty of cringy ideas for Dabi. My focus had shifted to weaving both into the spotlight this chapter.
Trafalgar Law x Wife Reader (Birthday fanfic 2025) - Taste like Home
You were excited. Counting down the days until your husband's birthday. You knew he never really wanted to celebrate the day of his birth until he told you one night while cuddling bed together.
"It doesn't feel right to me." Law confessed, sheepishly. His hold on you tights a tad, then relaxes.
You listen. Waiting patiently for him to continue. Forming the words around in his head, trying to express himself properly.
You raise a hand, cradling his jaw within your hands and pull him into a sweet and tender, loving kiss. "Hey, it's okay." You whisper soft against his lips. His goatee tickles your chin, but you never minded. "Take all the time you need, my love."
Law breaks the kiss. How do you do that? Soothe his soul? Handle the broken shards of his heart piece by piece, returning the semblance of normality and intimacy within him? "How can I celebrate my birthday while everyone within my homeland is dead?" He asks, truly lost. Silver orbs searching yours for guidance. Hidden grief and his bottle up emotions spilled free and overrunning as tears prickled the corners of his eyes.
You shush him gently, shifting to laying down onto your side and wordless dragging him with you. "Come here, my snow leopard."
He didn't need to be told twice, burying his face into your chest, his long, tanner, inked fingers clutching and gripping the back of his black and yellow jolly roger hoodie you loved to steal and wear to bed.
Your heart sank and clenched painfully tight within your chest as he cried in silence. His shoulders shaking, body trembles as his tears wet your chest. "They would never condemn you for being happy, Law." You frowned, running your hands up and down his inked, shirtless back and cradling him closer into your body. "You are here with me, aren't you?"
He nods his head, shutting his eyes tighter, tingling his long legs with your own and nuzzles himself further into your covered breasts. "Yes." He whispers, releasing a shaky breath.
"Let's get some sleep." You lean over, turning off the lamp light and settling back down onto the bed. You knew he wouldn't want to leave your cuddle season when he began clingy, needy and mopey like this. Which you didn't mind.
Law slept soundly. His light snores and the gentle rise and fall of his chest signaled he'd fallen asleep. You lied awake. Things of something. Anything to cheer your husband and beloved Captain. You thought and thought until you knew what you wanted to do.
Days passed.
You asked Bepo, Shachi and Penguin for help. They were more than happy to help knowing Law rarely asks for anything for himself.
You tasks The Heart Pirates to drag Law asore when The Polar Tang landed on a tropical island celebrating their islands founding festival.
Law, bless his awkward and sweet caring heart offered to take you, but you refused.
It made Law pause in suspicion. He knew you adored festivals, fireworks and exploring cultures and customs to document within your diary and mini log book you kept inside your shared room.
"Go on." You wave him off. "Live a little and have fun mister grumpy pants," you tease lightly, pulling him down into a kiss as Penguin and Shachi dragging him away before your giant, black haired surgeon could shambles himself back to you and play a game of twenty questions. "Bring me back Souvenirs and treats!"
You get to work. Returning back inside The Tang, racing towards the kitchen and pulling out the recipe books you had stashed away behind the regular cookbooks within the kitchen.
You had made sure you restocked supplies the day before or asked The Crews help in secret while your poor, overworked, sleep deprived and workaholic husband had locked himself away within his office.
"Damn, I hope I can get this right the first time?" You mutter to yourself, staring at the Flevance cookbook. Thinking back about what Law could remember of his childhood before his homelands destruction and the once beautiful "City of White" had been wiped off the face of the earth.
You remember the day you had found it.
You and Law had planned a cafe and bookshop date when you found it within the store.
Your eyes widened, trying to remain quiet and reach for it in secret.
Law, sweet, precious and observant man that he was known for, immediately noticed right away that you needed help reaching for a book just a smidge out of reach. He silently and stealthily snuck up behind you and reached for whatever you were trying to get. "Need some help, my adorable short wife?" Law whispered, lowered his head to whisper into your ear and pressed his body between him and the bookcase, wearing a cocky grin.
You blush hotly, knowing you'd been caught. Or was the fact that your usually straight-laced, rule loving and no nonsense husband had become bolt, nearly pinning you against the stacks. "I could have gotten it." You reply, tilting your head to the side and meeting his unconvinced quicksilvers.
"Maybe, if you went through a growth spurt?" He fired back, raising a brow, lowering his hand and offering you the book. His curiosity peaked as his glaze glanced down the title, he paused. His widened. "I-" his voice faltered as his voice and humorous attitude became flat and haunted. "I thought any traces of home had been burned?"
You twirled within his hold. Guilt clenched your insides. "I wasn't sure until I saw it." You mutter quietly, raising a hand and placing it directly on top of his, watching his inked hand clutch the book for dear life. "Can we get it?"
Law blinked, coming back to his senses and meeting your pleading eyes. He could never say no to you. He cleared his throat, nodded and backed away, a hint of a flustered hue adoring his cheeks. "Sure. Whatever you want, mi corazon." He cups your cheek with his large palm and steals a kiss which you accept.
Hours passed as the festival came to a close.
Law couldn't force himself to eat. He felt guilty leaving you behind while the crew and himself had fun without you. Every stall he passed reminded him of you in some way, shape or form. Bepo handed him a rice ball and grilled mackerel in his face, using his cute puppy dog eyes after an hour of them being there. Law couldn't say no.
He swears Bepo taught you that look on purpose.
The Heart Pirates decided to stay for the fireworks and rent rooms at one of the local hotels for the night, then shoved a handful of souvineers and bags into his hands and told him to return to you.
Law checked every bag and box careful. He recognized several of the food and treats he knew you'd love to try had you been there to drag him along. He has been so out of it, he hadn't realized his crew mates had been watching him. A hint of a smile formed on his mouth. "Well, that explains why they kept stopping me from buying these."
Everything Law walked in line to buy something he knew you would want to try and eat someone would tug him away, must to his protest and confusion. After the sixth time Law crossed him arms, silently scowling and glaring at Penguin and Shachi as he followed them with Bepo bringing up the rear. The three boxing him in must to Law's verbal complaint and grunts of annoyance.
Law noticed his ship, The Tang up ahead and drawing him out of his thoughts.
He activated his devil fruit, disappeared and reappeared on the deck of the yellow submarine.
There you were standing with a table, chairs, candles and food on the table. You wore the sexy little black dress Law adored on you. The one that never ceased to set his body ablaze and wildfire flooding his veins. The golden necklace he'd given you for a birthday present with his matching chest tattoo dangling on above your chest, a teasing hint of cleavage peaking through
"Welcome back, my Captain." You rounded the table and strut towards him in your black heels, the dress flowed and swayed with your movement. You hug him and give him a short and simple welcoming kisses, stealing the breath from his lungs and any words on his tongue died and fizzled out of his mind.
Law returned the kiss, then pulled away. His calculating gaze shifted to you, the table and then down to the gifts in his hands. "What's this?"
"Your birthday supper silly." You giggle, padding his back and nudging your head towards the opening hatch and door to the ship. "Why don't you put those away and meet me back here?"
Law blinked, clearly shocked and surprised by your sweet and thoughtful gesture.
Quicker than you could say "Law hates bread" his familiar blue dome covered him and he disappeared.
He reappeared with a small bag and roses of many colors within his hands, dressed in the black turtleneck sweater he knew you loved on him, brown slacks, black boots, hatless and sporting that drop dead, sexy smirk that made women swoon. "Looks like we are both full of surprises tonight." He hummed, offering you the bouquet of flowers, along with his arm and walked you back towards the table.
Law pushed your seat out, helped you sit down and placed a kiss on the back of your hand. "You look beautiful." He kept his gaze focused on you, knowing you loved staring into his eyes and getting lost there.
"Thank you." You blushed deeply, watching him walking towards his seat without letting your hand go. "Law." You recover quickly, rolling your eyes and giggles at his antics. "I need my hand back, please."
"No, I don't think I will." He hums, cocking his head to the side. He brushed his lips against the wedding band adoring your ring finger. "But, if you insist." He lets go.
"I hope you are hungry?" You grab the silver lid and reveal your hardwork.
"I'm starving." Law admits, flickering his gaze down to something he hadn't seen in a long time. "Is that?" The black haired man sounded completely in awe.
Salmon stew with potatoes, and green onions, a hint of spices hitting his noise and flooding him mind with long and forgotten memories. A light and colorful salad with yogurt dressing, and grilled mackerel. The only new edition was the fruit salad made with tangerine sauce Nami had shared with you when you and him had been traveling with The StrawHats.
You reached over the table, interlocking your hands with his. "Surprise, my dearest." You whisper softly, sanding, leaning forward and kissing his shocked face. "If I didn't get something right," you began, nervous knots churning hard within your gut. "Please let me know, so I can improve."
Law shook himself hard, locked eyes with you and pulled you into a passion, steamy and searing kiss, tugging his hands out of your own to cradle your face between his healing hands. "No," he mumbles, voice raw and gentle, filled with life and love. "It's perfect." He kisses you again. "I'm sure it tastes delicious." He does it again and again. "Thank you." He praises. He means it.
You accept all of his love, affection, and heart stopped kisses until you two were left completely breathless and clinging onto one another. "Anything for you, Law." You moan shamelessly, breaking the kiss and pulling away, panting and gasping. Your heavy lidded and sparkling gems search his silver orbs and his flushed, equally as breathless mess and honest reaction to your act of love.
"What have I done to have possibly deserve you, mi corazon?" Law grunts, pressing his forehead against your own and smiling.
A rare and true smile. Making him appear younger and happier than the grumpy, sleep deprived and workaholic Surgeon of Death and Ex-Warlord as. known for.
"Our checkered fates intertwined that's all." You answer, grinning bright as the sky lights up with fireworks.
Law tilted his head back, the bursts of colorful fireworks and exploring powder couldn't compare to your beautiful. It highlighted your expression of childlike wonder as you watched the show in silence.
He meant what he said.
He didn't know what he'd done in this life to deserve you.
You had stolen his heart the first moment you two reached for a Sora Warrior of The Seas comic in that bookstore.
Law's inner nerd and fanboyish nature had burst out of him. Completely serious yet awestruck to share with childhood favorite with someone.
You found his voice hypnotizing. His eyes the color of lightning during a stormy sea and you recognized him right away from his outfit to the jolly roger he wore with pride.
You offered to treat him to lunch while sharing the book between you two and the rest has become history.
After the loud booming of the fireworks and their shining lights faded you turned to Law, smiling. "Happy birthday, Law."
Law cradles your hand against his face, nuzzling into your touch and placing a chaste kiss on the inside of your wrist, direct over your pulse point. "Thank you, my love."
---- Happy Birthday, Law! 🍰😍🎉💛🖤 My beloved snow leopard and dorky, nerdy tsundere doctor! ----
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Every time you stared into Law's beautiful grey eyes. The color of winter skies or a warning of an incoming stormy sea approaching; it never failed to make your heart skip a beat or cause you to become caught in his gaze. His eyes always seemed to find you across the coffee shop as he waited in his usual seat. Even during the busiest mornings or late-night shifts, he would be there. Watching. Waiting. Observing. Now, more than ever, after finding out about your pregnancy.
The gaze that held yours with an intensity always made your skin prickle and your cheeks flush pink.
Trafalgar Law wasn't staring at you with hunger or disgust. No. He was seeing you. The world, apart from him, had become secondary when it came to you, in this shop, in this moment. You were the only one in his world to him. You and the child you carried now.
You were shocked to discover that Law would overtip. He'd even sneak queasy drops into your apron or little snacks when you weren't looking. You would reach for your phone or an extra pen only to discover you hadn't remembered putting the snacks or nausea drops into your apron. If it were Jess or Max they would give it to you in person. Your gaze shifted to Law as he resumed reading his morning paper. It was such a silly and simple gesture, but it made your heart flutter, a heated blush coating your cheeks, and a small smile worming its way onto your tired face.
"Try not to overwork yourself, Y/n." Law would remind you every day, every morning, and every evening.
That had been yesterday.
Now, today was your day off.
You needed to go shopping for maternity clothes, and stores were having an early spring sale in the middle of February until the beginning of March. Or was it until the end of March? You couldn't remember. It didn't matter. It was close to the end of your first trimester, and you needed maternity clothes... badly.
You tried to put it off, but your regular non-stretch pants were becoming tight.
Your mom and sister were sending baby clothes and maternity clothes by mail, even when you told them they didn't have to. They did it anyway. You were hoping to find some leggings or those biker shorts with pockets. Maybe some cute dresses and tops? Underwear? It couldn't be helped.
You pressed your palm flat against your stomach and felt nothing yet. No movement. No flutter. The quiet certainty that everything within your life had slowly shifted and changed centered around your child and your new role as a single mother. Slowly, your fears had ebbed; it hadn't faded, but you smiled. You weren't alone. You had Jess, Max, your mother, your sister, and... you had Law. That thought alone sent a tingle of warmth cascading throughout your chest. Law had been stunned and surprised in the beginning. You had seen the way he looked at children when he thought no one was looking. A secret feeling of pride and accomplishment for helping save their lives and send them back out into the world, where their whole future is ahead of them. As if to remind himself that Doctor and Head Surgeon Trafalgar Law was human, a man with feelings and warmth.
Deciding to dress in a white, knee-length sweater dress with pink hearts scattered all over, thermal leggings, and your thigh-high black boots, you reminded yourself that this little shopping trip and outing with Law wasn't a date. He was simply accompanying you in Jess' place. You had agreed to meet at a local coffee shop that wasn't where you work. You wanted someone else to make you coffee on your days off. Maybe get a muffin or a cream cheese danish? You had already even a small bowl of chopped strawberries and golden kiwis with your oatmeal, and now... You were hungry again.
You swallowed, rechecking yourself in the mirror. You wore your hair down and curling iron to give light waves and curves. Your cheeks heated. Oh yeah, it's not a date. You inwardly sigh. Fine, I'll do it for me then. Yup. You nodded your head and finished brushing your teeth. Light makeup and nothing more. Ugh, I sound desperate even to myself. You frown with your toothbrush in your mouth, huffing a puff of air out of your nose as light moisture strings your eyes, which you quickly blink away. No, don't start. Stop. It. Your stomach clenched. Your pregnancy hormones were really worse than period horny hormones. It didn't help that you have been sooo incredibly horny. Your libido is skyrocketing to the roof. Your face flushed further with embarrassment and shame that you had masturbated to the weekly videos Law had been sending you by email, informing you of the baby's growth and common questions or facts concerning your pregnancy. God... why does his voice have to be so sexy? It's not fair, dammit.
You felt the familiar ache, settling in your lower abdomen as your lower half throbbed and wetness dampened your panties. "How the hell did women in history ever deal with all this?" You mutter sheepishly to yourself after you spit into the sink, placing your toothbrush back into its holder and rinsing with mouthwash. "Those stupid smutty doctor romance books don't help," you press your forehead against the mirror and exhale a groan of frustration. "Thanks, Jess." You smirked to yourself as you exited the bathroom. "Don't worry, I'll get you back with all the bear shifter and cabin in the woods raunchy trash and smut that I find as payback." Then you tilt your head in thought. "Wait? Why's it so quiet?"
You opened the door to your bedroom to find Law waiting in your living room and playing with Onigiri?!
Law shifted his gaze from his spot on the floor, holding the mini rice ball chew toy you had found for Onigiri in his hand as your dog jumped in his lap, tiny paws on the doctor's chest as he barks and jumps to try and get it, tail wagging in enthusiasm. "Good morning." Law greets you casually. "Your dog sitter let me in and said she left for an emergency." A hint of a pink hue adorns his cheeks.
You were inwardly fangirl screaming in delight and horror. She had told you that it was the mailman dropping off packages! She didn't say anything about any visitors. She lied?! Why?! Then again, you did tell her that your new doctor had dropped you off at your apartment. You had said his name, but never showed a picture of him. Then how did... Shit, Jess! She and Max both have your dog sitter's contact information in case they need to take over looking after Onigiri. You can already picture your bestie and found sister showing off pictures of Law to your neighbor, gushing and gossiping about how cute she'd think you two would be as a couple. You knew your neighbor would agree.
The awkward silence filled the room as Law petted Onigiri, then stood slowly.
"I'm sorry for disturbing and coming over unannounced out of the blue," Law said, clearing his throat and shifting his gaze away. "I'll call next time."
Fuck, now he must think I'm a stuck-up bitch. You mentally shake yourself, swallowing. "No, it's okay." You gave him a small reassuring smile. "I was just about to head out." You pulled out your phone, frowns scrunching. "Law." You raised your face to see the tall, raven black-haired doctor rubbing the back of his neck. "You are forty minutes ahead of schedule."
"Given the travel time, the roads being packed, ice and snow... I figured I'd come early." Law tossed the rice ball squeaky toy, watching the black and white fluffy ball chase after it. "So, this is the famous Onigiri, huh?" His eyes shifted from the wall to your dog, a hint of a grin breaking out on his lips. "You never did show me that picture of him you promised."
"Well, excuse me, princess Traffy?" You sassed, rolling your eyes, then covered your mouth as your eyes widened. You did not mean to say that thought or nickname out loud.
"Princess Traffy?" Law brow rose in amusement. "Where the hell did that teasing nickname come from?" Although he had an idea.
"When Bepo fished you out of the ocean after you fell overboard during last year's Fourth of July beach event." You flushed hotter and tried to stiffen a laugh. "It was pretty funny."
Law's small smile flipped. "I saw something interesting and fell in... then had a leg cramp." He crossed his arms over his chest defensively, giving a light scowl and scoffing.
"Was it a commemorative coin or something else shiny?" You couldn't help but tease him.
Law's cheeks, the back of his neck and the tips of his ears were red. "Maybe." He clicked his tongue. Embarrassed that it was, in fact, a commemorative coin box shining beneath the cool waters of the salty ocean. He'd recognized a limited-edition, gold box when he saw one. He had stepped close to inspect it when a group of children ran and bumped into him, knocking him over as his hand and feet slipped, resulting in him falling into the ocean.
"Was it worth it?" You asked, tilting your head in earnest curiosity.
Law met your gaze, his expression softening. "Absolutely." His silver eyes lit up and brightened, a smug, victorious smirk forming. "It's Captain John's hometown."
You knew the loud, red-nosed dork Buggy The Clown was a huge Captain John fanatic. The man ran a family circus that spanned generations, but the Ringleader and Showman had always dreamed of being a pirate and finding Captain John's treasure. Supposedly, the great drunkard pirate captain had hidden a bracelet and a map on his hometown island before his death. "Did you sell it to Buggy?"
Law's smirk grew. "Hell no." He walked over to your kitchen island, picked up a plastic coffee cup. "I'm a perfectionist. If I let go of a rare coin, then it would be over my dead body."
You laughed at the memory of Buggy literally begging Law to sell him the coin, but the stubborn, prideful, and dark humor showing on the surgeon's face said it all. He wasn't going to sell it. Not even if Buggy was somehow able to shit a gold brick. If you recall Law's cold retort and hard refusal, shutting down the conversation completely. Oh, that made the blue-haired man so angry, he'd been red in the face. Highlighting his nose, which he was insecure and sensitive about, into a much harder shade. "Is he still hounding you for it?"
"Of course, he is." Law handed you a white chocolate mocha frappe from Moonbucks with extra drizzle, crushed oreos with a shot of java chips and espresso... what? "Decaf?" You ask after taking a sip, letting the frappe coat your tongue. You shrug, even if you did want the extra caffeine and pick me up.
"Sorry," Law apologized, grabbing a plastic brown Moonbucks bag and offering it to you, then rounding the kitchen to wash his hands before picking up his own black and double-shot espresso coffee. "I know the restrictions suck, but I hope the peace offering is a fair enough equivalent exchange?"
You peek into said bag. Your eyes widen when you see both a cream cheese pumpkin muffin and a strawberry cream cheese danish. "Oh my god, Law, how did you know?" Your eyes met his back, eyes sparkling and practically bouncing on the balls of your feet, doing a little happy dance in your living room without a care.
Law's lips curled, then reschooled his features as he placed the red dish towel with hearts back on the towel rack. "A little bouncing bunny might have mentioned it yesterday."
You stopped, flushing hotter. "Oh, I did, huh?" You had to stop yourself from hiding your face behind the paper bag. "Again, thank you." You do remember yapping to Jess about craving said things like the devil had possessed you. You tried ones from the other bakeries, which were delicious, but they weren't the same. Thank God, you didn't barf them back up. "I would have been heartbroken if I couldn't eat them... like pickles now." You pout. You are still disheartened that you still can't have butter pickles while pregnant. Even if Max opens a jar from the far side of the house, you could still smell them, and it immediately activates your gag reflex, causing you to grow nauseous. You had almost thrown up in the sink while washing dishes. Jess rushed to your side, then hollered for Max to close the pickle jar or eat'em outside.
Law gave you a tiny look of sympathy. "It won't be like this forever."
"I know." You go to the couch, sit down, and lay your stash on the coffee table. "I've been told it will fly by." You rest your hand over your stomach again, laughing to yourself. "But I swear if little monkey ends up loving pickles, we are going to have some words."
Law had to stop himself from snickering. "Little monkey?"
"Jess' nickname for the baby." You shrug, opening up the back and digging into your cream cheese danish first. "Well," you said in between bites. "She said little sea monkey first, then monkey just stuck."
"I've heard worse names for an unborn fetus or baby." Law added, sipping his coffee, amusement flashing behind his liquid silver iris.
"I think my sister called me peanut." You hum to yourself.
That caused a sad smile to crack across Law's face. "I used to call my sister little lamb." He stared at his cup of coffee, nostalgia setting in. "I think it's why my parents called her Lammy."
You swallowed the last of your danish, then sipped your coffee. "I didn't know you had a little sister." Your stomach sank and twisted into knots. Oh no, you accidentally opened up a sore spot in Law's armor. It wasn't intentional.
Law paused. "Had."
"I'm sorry for your loss, Law." A look of complete and earnest guilt crossed your face as you wiped your hands and fingers clean.
"Don't be." Law swallowed, remasking his face into a blank expression, but the hurt remained within his eyes. "It was a long time ago."
You set your untouched muffin into the fridge, put on your snow boots, and thick winter sky jacket. "I'm ready." You pet Onigiri as he sat down in his dog bed and paused to nuzzle his head into your stomach, giving the growing bump puppy licks. "Awe, thank you, Onigiri." You smile, picking him up to give him goodbye kisses and hugs. "I'll be back soon, my little rice ball."
Law waits patiently by the door. Trying not to crack from the double cuteness overload overwhelming his senses. His jaw aches, his eyes staring holes into your back, giving him the sensation that his eyes were threatening to pop out of his head like a stupid cartoon or animated film. The impulse to set down the coffee and take a video or blow up his camera roll with pictures began to creep in.
Onigiri leaps out of your arms, making a mad dash in Law's direction, breaking him out of his stupor. Law's eyes flicker downward, studying the energetic puppy running circles around his legs. "I think someone likes me." He mutters, amused.
"Don't you just want to scoop him up and stuff him inside the pocket or hood or your hoodie?" You laugh, stepping closer and grabbing your coffee from Law's hand.
Yes. Yes, he does. Law didn't want to admit that he would stuff him inside his jacket, drive to Corazon's house, and show him the god in person. But he couldn't. Maybe someday, if he's lucky. "What do you need to get?" Law decided to change the subject to distract himself from the cuteness. "I'll drive you anywhere you need to go."
"Maternity clothes and other personal items." You grabbed your purse, watching Law open the door, keep his eyes on the puppy in case the little devil tried to make a break for the exit.
Instead of bolting, Onigiri went to his food and water bowl, eating contentedly. Clearly, all tied and played out. He paid you two no mind. Waddling towards his dog bed and lying down, curled up between his onigiri squeaky toy, little blue blanket, and a teething dog biscuit.
Law had an idea to start bringing over and keeping some dog puzzles and treats in his car.
You slipped past Law without trying to bump into him, but you tried not to. Your chest brushes against his, making your hormones go haywire, leading to your aching and sensitive nipples stiffening. You held in a whimper and fought to clench your legs together. Please, don't notice. Please, please, oh, please! Your grip tightened on your purse.
Law's own breath caught within his throat from the simple contact. His jaw tightened and grinded harder, and a breathless shudder rolled down his spine. "Why again did your friend and neighbor leave?" Law asked stiffly, keeping his back to you to lock the door, closing and readjusting the front of his pants.
"Picking up her daughter, so they will be back soon, and Jess?" You say without glancing at him. "She wanted to get her nails done with her mom."
Law deadpanned. "You're joking." He turned around, watching you climb down the stairs. His heartbeat spiked within his chest, knowing how clumsy and accident prone that you were. The black-haired man rushed after you, gripping your free hand with his own glove-covered one. "Be careful." He bit out with a lot more bite than he meant to use.
You blushed deeply and accepted his help until you made it to his car. "Thank you again, Law."
"You're welcome." Law nodded his head, helping you into the passenger seat.
Opening your purse, you began to list off things you needed while buckling your seat belt as Law started the engine and drove off.
He listened while you spoke, keeping his sharp gaze focused on the road.
Law opened his mouth to ask if you were still hungry when your phone rang. He immediately closed it.
You unzipped your coat, pulled out your phone from your inner jacket pocket, glanced at the caller ID, and answered it. "Hello?"
"Y/n, I just wanted to let you know that I'm heading back to watch Onigiri." It was your neighbor.
"We just left." You said, taking another sip of your drink.
"Oh, good." She said, sounding excited. "By the way, great catch, sweetheart. He's a very handsome man." She whispered into the phone. "Is he the baby's father? You know the man you snuck back into your place with a while back."
You nearly choked on your drink, and it almost came out of your nose. "Wh-What?" You coughed, set your drink down into the cup holder between the console and the gearshift, missing Law's had as he leaned over to open the glove box and handed you a handful of paper napkins, pocket tissues, and wet wipes. "Th-Thanks, Law."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Your neighbor sounded embarrassed. "It wasn't right to pry into your business, but lord have mercy if you pass him up, then send him my way, honey." She teases.
"Law's my friend and doctor-" You coughed, in between blowing your nose. You should have said anything else and simply hung up. The cat was out of the bag now and her interest.
Law's hand gripped the steering wheel tightly.
"A friend and doctor making a personal house call?" She whispered closer into the speaker. "He likes you."
Your gaze landed on Law's face as your heart skipped a beat. His stoic mask in place aside from the irritated frown curving his mouth. The same mouth you wanted to kiss, wish sweet and filthy nothings into your ear... brushing kisses against your cleavage, panting in a sexy ragid rasp, or feel the vibration of his voice between your legs. "I'll ah... call you back. Thank you for looking after Oni, bye." You quickly hung up. Your face scalding as you faced forward, you blew your nose again, then noticed Law had pulled out a tiny trash can from seemingly out of nowhere. "When did that get here?"
"I keep it in the backseat." Law brows drew together. "Are you okay?" His eyes left the road for a moment to meet your heavy, flustered face; your eyes were dilated, and your breathing grew heavy. "Do you need to go back home?"
Oh, sweet merciful heavens, Law is so sweet. You knew that look. He's in full doctor mode. All serious. His mood and composure shifting from irritated to complete no nonsense, giving you his undivided attention. "I'll be okay." You squeaked, refocusing on keeping yourself busy and not trying to shift awkwardly within his black leather seats.
Law shifted his focus back on the road, mentally cataloging the symptoms and ailments. "Do you feel lightheaded? Or need to lie down in the backseat?" Law pressed, using that deep and measured tone when he was getting to the bottom of something one way or another.
You knew he took yours and the baby's health seriously. "Law, listen-"
He refused to back down. "I'll pull over, if you need me to." He had to remind himself to stay calm. Hypothesizing that you were either close to a panic attack or dehydrated, which wasn't ideal for your emotional and physical state this early within your pregnancy. Damn, if I had my medical bag with me, I could conduct a proper diagnosis myself after pulling over.
You took a deep breath, shifted to face him, reached over, and gently placed your hand on his arm. "Law." You called out to him again. This time, your tone became both gentle and firm. You felt his muscles flex beneath your hand, then immediately relaxed.
"I'm listening," Law replied, stopping at a stoplight. He shifted the car into park, then fully facing you and meeting your eyes. His silver's fully drinking you in. Your breathing had returned to normal; a rosy hue still colored your cheeks an adorable shade, and your eyes were warm, gentle, and patient. Searching his own as he watched anxiously for you to continue speaking. "Don't lie." He took one hand off the steering wheel and placed his hand on top of yours, the same thing he'd done when he'd confronted you after you told him you were pregnant in the employees' breakroom that day. "If you are feeling unwell, tell me. No matter how small or pointless you think it is." He paused, swallowing and trying to form the words in his head properly. "I can't help you, if you don't communicate with me whenever you are hurting, ill, or otherwise."
Now, you really did feel like a pervert. Here you were mentally undressing him moments ago after humiliating yourself. While this whole time, Law, dear sweet, Law, had become worried sick about your health and the babies' safety like a hounding mother hen. You used your free hand to place it on top of his gloved hand. You took a deep breath, knowing you didn't have much time left until the red light changed to green. "It was a reaction to being asked an embarrassing question out of nowhere." You lay his hand, then gave it a firm squeeze before removing it slowly to throw the dirty napkins and wet wipes away in the trash. "I appreciate your concern, and I'm sorry for upsetting you and causing you to worry and fret over me." You inwardly feel worse. "I'm truly lucky to have you in my life, Law." You whisper, shifting your body facing forward, bending down to pick up your purse between your feet to grab a bottle of hand sanitizer.
Law wanted to say the same. The words died in the back of his throat. He knew he shouldn't. Knew he couldn't. His inner voice and soul were screaming to unbuckle his seat belt, fuck the rest of the people and other cars, and pull you into his chest and kiss you. Kiss you until you become breathless as he unbuckles your seatbelt to drag you full bodyweight into his lap. He'd picked it perfectly within his head, playing like a cheesy Hollywood romance movie, Ikkaku and Bepo were always through in his face to study. He wanted to say how much he was grateful to have you in his life every single day for the last year since that winter's night. You became his joy, his light, his pride, and stole his heart; the heart everyone within his workplace aside from his closest coworkers thought he was a completely heartless and unfeeling workaholic.
He had to close himself off to do the work that he does. If he gave one hundred and ten percent of his emotional compacity to every single patient who comes into his office during on call and extra shifts to thankless people. People who came to his place during hours of being truly sick and needing help, or a lazy, self-centered jerk who faked an illness or injury to try to get a legal drug fix when they are completely healthy, or hamming it up. Every single day, working where one single mistake or error on paper or beneath a scalpel could cost a person their life or their job. He wouldn't be able to function properly. He's seen it time and time again with bright-eyed, freshly green, and inexperienced doctors who'd just graduated from college to pursue their careers in medicine. Those who were crushed would quit. Others would hide behind a smile and drink too much. Some would become bitter and would rather climb the ladder to make millions and not care about their patients.
Law, he cared. He cared deeply for those closest to him. Now, you and the unborn child had filled those two remaining slots within his heart; there was no more room, unless of course... someday, someday if you and he would have children of your own, if you wanted, if not, then he was fine with that.
Instead, what he said was. "Thank you for putting your faith in me, Y/n-ya." Law meant it. He meant it with all his heart.
The car in front of him began to move, and the one behind honked its horn, forcing you two to come back to the present.
There was a certain liquid softness within his usually calculating and fierce, serious gaze. Something familiar yet hard to name. Yearning? Longing? Setting your heart ablaze with a fleeting motion of a primitive hunger and ache that only he could fill, Trafalgar Law. Your heart pounding within your eardrums, your pulse hitting hot and fast within the tips of your fingers. Tempting to knock his hat off, thread your fingers into his inky black, thick and unruly locks, which looked fluffy and soft, so soft. You could smell his cologne and aftershave; it wasn't too strong. It was light and fruity with a hint of spice. Which made Doctor Heart Stealer even more irresistible. Every nerve seemed alive within your body, vibrating with anticipation and threatening to explode if you didn't kiss him.
The car horn behind you blared like a foghorn, then another joined in as someone stuck their head out the window and yelled, "What's the hold up?!"
"We should get going before someone calls the cops." You mumble softly, steadying your breathing, one breath at a time.
Law nodded his head in agreement. "I agree." He realigned himself back into his natural driving position, readjusted his review mirror to stare directly into the assholes face, set the parking brake back into drive, revved his engine, stuck his arm outside the driver's side window, and gave him the middle finger as he drove off. "Suck on my cock, asshole," Law growled beneath his breath.
Shit, angry and cursing Law was a real turn on. Wait. No, no, down, girl. Behave! You mentally screamed, then decided to stare out the window.
The driver behind Law cursed a string of profanities.
It appeared to be a redheaded mechanic, scowling and muscular.
You and Law remained quiet for the rest of the trip.
You stared at the dress. It was an impulse and cute. Not maternity, but... it would be so adorable to wear during the summer months. It looked stretchy, even if it had a zipper in the back. "Well, better late than never." You hum to yourself and proceed to put on the dress. You unzipped it, stepped into it, got it over your hips and over your arms, covering your body except for the back, then started zipping it up.
It would go past your midback. Opps. "I swear I grabbed the biggest size on the rack." You blink. It looks nice. Hugging your curves in all the right places, maybe a little snug around your chest and shoulders. "Oh well, you win some... You lose some." You reach behind you to unzip it.
Nothing.
You blink.
You hold beneath it and tug it down.
Nope.
"You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me." You muttered heatedly, then groaned out loud, and huffed a breath through your nose. "C'mon."
It's not budging.
"Just had to let your impulses run wild today." You whispered, glaring at yourself in the mirror, then closed your eyes and slowly opened them. You lick your lips and, steadying your nerves, counting to five, then stick your head out of the dressing room curtain. "Law?" You call out to him, your gaze meeting the bored, white-spotted hat-wearing doctor. "Could you give me a hand, please?"
Law immediately hears your plea and stands, coming towards you without a word.
You walk back into the dressing room and close the curtain, hearing his footsteps. Your heart thudding harder in your chest. You begin to regret wanting to try on this striped maternity dress, but it was so cute. You couldn't pass it up. If Law can't help you into it, then you would have to get it in a bigger size.
“What’s the matter?” Law asked smoothly, behind the curtain.
Your cheeks burn. “The zipper is stuck.” You admit sheepishly. “I can’t reach it.”
“Alright,” Law answered calmly and smoothly, his own cheeks heating. Just standing there, working his jaw from side to side. His fist tightens on the cloth curtain in his grasp. "I’m coming in."
“Okay.” You keep your back turned toward him, your gaze meeting his own through the mirror within the dressing room.
Law’s gaze left you to focus on the zipper in the back of the dress. He immediately recognized the problem. It wasn’t just that the zipper was stuck. “I believe you accidentally grabbed a size small.” His lips twitching, threatening to break into a grin filled with humor, but he kept his lips locked in place.
But you saw it from your view in the mirror. Your own embarrassed laugh and grin rose. “Damn, I think you’re right.” You bashfully try to hide your smile with the back of your hand.
Law saw it too. His hands found the zipper and slowly zipped it down, exposing more of your skin. You had taken off your bra, leaving yourself feeling more exposed. It felt more intimate than your first checkup with Law. "Would you like me to go back and get the correct size?" Law asked, backing away and locking eyes with your mirror's image. "Size Extra Large, right?" He tilted his head.
"Yes." You nodded your head, twirling slowly as your lower lashes fluttered. "If you don't mind, that is?"
Law swallowed, nodding his head. "No problem." He backed out of the dressing room completely, closing the curtain, lowering his hat over his eyes. "I'll be right back."
"Thank you again, Law." You replied through the changing room.
The Surgeon matched towards the direction where the exact same dresses were hanging on the closing racks. Law wondered if the universe was hitting him with some sort of karma for falling in love with an old-fashioned, honest, clumsy, and ditzy woman? Despite your flaws and forgetfulness, he adored you more for it. Once again, reminding him of his adoptive father. He shook his head, finding the dress in the correct size, then grabbed a bigger size in case you wanted it in a larger size when your belly started to show more. He held up both dresses, the same color, with a slight difference. He wasn't the best judge when it came to women's clothes. He figured it would be best to play it safe and return whichever one you didn't want afterward.
Law returned to you with both dresses, calling out to you again. "I grabbed sizes extra-large and two x, in case you changed your mind." Opening the curtain slightly, passing them to you, feeling your fingers brush along the back of his hand, he felt his heart pound a little faster
"Thanks." You had already taken the smaller dress off and hung it back in the hanger, leaving you in your underwear. "I thought maternity clothes wouldn't be any different than buying regular clothes, you know." You shrug, unzipping the dress, stepping into it, and shimmying the material over your hips. "Or I could have done the smart thing and put it on over my head." You muttered to yourself.
Law just stood here off to the side, leaning against the wall in case you needed help again. "Don't be so hard on yourself." He spoke softly, "Everything is new territory for you." Closing his eyes for a brief second and trying not to think about his gaze trailing over every inch of your, taking in every movement, every glimpse of exposed skin laid bare for him once more. Deciding to distract himself, he awkwardly cleared his throat. "You look beautiful in that dress," he exhales a deep breath and adds, "no matter what size you get, that is." Law dug the heel of his hand into the middle of his forehead. Why'd he say that? Now, he sounded rude.
"I really do like this one." You replied, laughing instead of getting upset or angry, which helped ease his nerves.
Law's shoulders sagged in relief, tugging his hat downward more. The man was exhausted, which wasn't unusual. Given he was the youngest, on-call head surgeon and doctor within the hospital he worked, exhaustion had become his constant companion since his university days and earlier within his medical career. Last night's operation had been brutal. Marines coming in one after the other, covered in blood, snow, mud, and battle injuries, some ranging from treatable to severely critical. However, every single patient had survived beneath his examination and operating tables. It was nights likes those that reminded him why he's a doctor and surgeon. He can't sit still and do nothing, watching helplessly while another life lies within his hands. Not like Lammy. He thought, tears prickling the corners as he tried to blink away the tears. Law feels useless as he watches his younger sister dying from Lead Disease. If only he knew what he knows now, then. Then Lammy would still be alive. Lammy would be healthy, smile, and she'd adore you.
Law covered his eyes with his hand. He needs to call home, back in Flevence. Check in on his parents. The anniversary is coming up. He's tempted to ask you to go with him. He doesn't want to go alone. Penguin, Bepo, and Shachi usually offer to go with him, yet they insist that Law take you along to try to become closer. Law's on the fence about it. He knows it would be selfish. You two weren't even a couple yet, and he already wants you to meet his parents. Let alone having both of his doctors apparently freaking when they find out you are pregnant, thinking the child was his. When it's not. The black-haired doctor lowered his hand and readjusted his hat. He knows you want to see the world. Perhaps showing you his home island will be a good start? But how to bring it up casually without sounding creepy?
You come out of the dressing room, wearing the dress you were dead set on trying on. "Law, what do you think?"
Law stares at you.
He's not saying anything.
After a long pause, Law exhales a deep breath. His earlier controlled and persistent lust reawakening, he felt his heart pound a little faster; his silver eyes trailing over every inch of your exposed skin as a puff of air hissing between his teeth, almost making him choke. He liked what he saw earlier, but now? There was no hiding his desire and approval; he quietly shivered despite the heat rushing through his blood and body. "It's..." He mumbled faintly, voice dripping with a breathless low grunt. The electricity and maddening fire of want came back full throttle; his sexual frustration and desire hit him stronger than ever, bubbling and flaring with a new intensity. "It suits you for whatever event you plan to wear it." Law finally managed to spit out.
If you didn't know any better... Law appeared to be blushing harder than you had ever seen him before.
"It's decided then. "You smiled to yourself and nodded your head. "I'm buying this as an added bonus."
Law blinked, "Why?" He's genuinely confused.
"Secret." You went back inside the changing room, closing the curtain and giggling quietly to yourself. "Thank you, Law."
Law stumbled towards the wall beside the changing room, again. Where he wanted to disappear as his overheating body began to shake. Lowering his spotted hand to cover his burning face. "Leave the spare in the changing room."
You peek your head outside while modestly keeping the rest of your body fully inside the changing room. "Why?"
Law uncovers his eyes, refusing to meet your curious gaze. "Why would you want to keep it?"
Your lips curl into a knowing smile. "What if I want to see that look on your face again when I'm full term, Trafalgar?"
That got him to meet your gaze. "You wouldn't." The surgeon thought it was a miracle that he kept his voice from cracking, fainting false irritation when his heart thumped harder beneath his inked chest.
"No law says I can't." You said in a sing-song voice, going back inside.
Law closed his eyes, then slowly opened them again when he noticed a stuffed animal. He cantered his head. "Is that a snow leopard?" He leaned off the wall as his body cooled, bouts of desire and simmering heat fading into an afterthought. The stuffed snow leopard came in a silver, blue furred purse with green and spotted splotches and a blue bow. Law found himself smiling. He knew exactly what first toy he wanted to get for your child. "How about we start with you?" Law mutters out loud. He picked it up, checking it for defects, it looked fine, no signs of wear and tear, and the tag was still attached.
He glanced around. "Now, how did you get here?" Everyone within the store was coming and going, doing their daily, weekly, or monthly shopping, not paying any attention to him or you. Law turned his back away from the display of bras, panties, stocking and other ladies' undergarments without giving a second glance.
Bepo, Ikkaku, Penguin, and Shachi peek out from their hiding spot.
"Holy shit, that was close..." Penguin sagged against Shachi and Bepo.
"Why did you put that there?" Bepo asked, glancing at Ikkaku as the polar bear mink fanned Penguin, who looked close to fainting.
"Saw her eyeing a few aisles back." Ikkaku whispered, smiling to herself in self-merriment, "I'm sure, Cap noticed." The brunette shrugged her shoulders. "Oh well, better late than never."
A strong pair of large, tanned, inked hands grabs the curve of your hips in a firm grip, yanking you towards his body. "Come here, beautiful." A man's voice grunts above you, spreading your thick thighs wide apart with his knees, pushing his hips forward to roll and grind his stiff cock between your hot, wet, and throbbing pussy. "Goddamn," he moans, his breath hitches. "You are already so wet for me, huh? Good girl."
Your eyes shut tight as you moan in answer.
"I asked you a question, baby." His heavy-lidded, quicksilver gaze meets your own dilated and lust-hazed eyes.
"Yes," you gasp, unclenching your fingers from the sheet to wrap your hands around his neck, then brushing his hair out of his face with soft, feather-light caresses.
"Will you become mine?" Law grinned at your answer. "Will you let me become yours?"
"Yes, Law! Yes! Please, please take me." You moan, watching the black-haired doctor hook your knee into the crook of his forward as he guides the cock head direction to your entrance.
"Once I claim you, we can never go back," He reminds, holding himself back from plunging himself deep inside your waiting sheath. He meets your pleading, tear-filled eyes. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"I want this more than anything else in my life, Law." You roll your hips, trying to tempt and coax him to feed your insides his cock. "Please. Make me yours."
"Fuck," Law curses through clenched teeth. He leans down, claiming your mouth with his own as he thrusts his pelvis forward, spreading your fold and sinking inside, inch by inch, slow and steady. "C-cant say no, if you beg so prettily like that."
"Yes! Yes! Law, ruin me, fuck me, oh, fuck, yes!" You scratch and claw down his inked, tanned, and muscled back, claiming him back.
Your eyes snap open. You bite your lips to silence the moan stuck in your throat. Your orgasm hits you wave after wave of carnal bliss, leaving your legs trembling, back arching off the mattress as the vibrating and thrusting purple and blue vibrator quickly drives you to completion and borderline overstimulation. The mental image of Law above you disappeared as your eyes shifted to the video playing on your laptop. The screen blinds you for a moment until you focus on Law's voice, his eyes, his hands as you sink down onto the bed, twitching and panting, bottom lips quivering. Your lower half clenched around the toy, refusing to let go as you reached a shaky hand towards the little black remote and turned it off.
You were thankful your bedroom door was locked. Grateful that Onigiri was asleep in the living room with Jess, who insisted on helping you sort and organize everything Law had bought you for the baby yesterday.
Slowly, you begin to remove the toy, the stretching and feeling of being full; left your body as you silently gasped. Your juices and lube coated the silicone thallus as you sat upright, turned on your lamp light, began cleaning the toy and yourself, then placed everything back into the nightstand drawer.
You paused the video playing and took off your headphones, inwardly groaning. "How am I going to face Law this afternoon?" You want to scream into your pillow. "Today..." You absentmindedly place a hand on your belly. "We find out what gender you are, little monkey." You smile to yourself.
It's supposed to be warmer today.
You lay slumped down on your bed, nude and staring absentmindedly at the ceiling. Thinking about last night. Yesterday. It all felt dreamlike, a date with Law, instead of an errand day.
Jess won’t stop asking questions about yesterday.
"You mean Law paid for breakfast, lunch, and everything in your shopping cart?” Jess reloaded the dishwasher and hit the start button as she twirled, grinning from ear to ear. “On top of the extra gift, he refused to let you see until after he left?” She went to the cabinet that held your wine, pulled down two glasses and a bottle of Chardonnay you kept for special occasions, then pulled down your Welch's sparkling white grape juice for you. “Honey, you’ve got that doctor’s heart all a flutter.” She meets your blushing gaze as you shove packets of wipes into a three-tier, plastic storage container on wheels.
“He’s just being nice, Jess, nice.” You close the first drawer and start placing the diapers into the middle one. “It’s not like he actually wants to-” Jess cuts you off.
“Get into your pants? Kiss you? Rattle your bed off its frame?” Jess rolls her eyes. “Come on. You’ve got to be blind not to notice the way he treats you compared to his colleagues or other female admirers?”
You know she's right. Absolutely right. Law isn't heartless. He is a generally good friend within his small circle. He's the voice of reason. He's stubborn, pushy, controlling, sexy, funny, dorky, and God, oh bless the heavens for those beautiful silver eyes and cocky smirk. You were not helping yourself in your own denial. "But what if you are wrong?" You can't help but mutter out loud. Onigiri lying down, curled up between your legs as you sat on the carpeted floor, the pup nibbling a teething stick treat that smelled like peanut butter. Something Law picked out for Onigiri. The doctor claimed that he never had a dog growing up, but his adoptive father had a softness for animals. He'd share his snacks and food with domestic and wild animals, which Law had picked up on, too. "What if he never sees me as anything more than a friend who had a one-night stand and got knocked up? Just... a waitress?" Your eyes downcast, focusing on petting Onigiri, his fur soft after a bath.
Jess frowned. "If Law is an idiot for playing with your feelings like that, then I'd smack him over the head myself," she huffs, carrying a glass of each and offering you the grape juice before she sits down beside you, pulling you into a sideways hug. "Renowned doctor or not, nobody, and I mean nobody, plays with my sisters' heart."
The high and endorphins from your earlier release began to fade, leaving you sleepy and drowsy. "Need a nap before I go to pick up my paycheck." You mumble sleepily to yourself, reaching for a semi-thick blanket, covering yourself, reaching for your snow leopard stuffed animal, and falling asleep.
You wake up four hours later, Jess waking you up after making breakfast and walking Onigiri. "Rise 'n shine, mommy." She chuckles, knocking on your bedroom door.
"No," You groan, tugging your blanket over your head. "I don't wanna be mommy today."
"Tough luck," Jess uses a metal coat hanger to unluck the door, opening the door. She isn't surprises when Onigiri enters first, jumps onto the bed, wagging, barking softly, rubs against your showing baby bump, licks it, then paws at the blanket until the tiny furball crawl beneath to lick your cheek. "See?" She crosses her arms, leaning against the doorjam, smiling wider. "Little rice ball thinks mommy needs to get up too."
You can't get mad at Onigiri; he's too cute. "Oh, alright, alright. I'm up boy, I'm up." You giggle, cracking an eye open and cuddling him into your chest. You aren't surprised when he squirms out of your grip to snuggle against your belly. His new habit. He seemed to never want to leave your or little monkey alone.
"Two days of meeting Doctor Heartbreaker? Again?" Jess teases, fast walking to your closet and immediately picked an outfit. "It's going to be pretty today, so why don't you wear these?"
You peek your head out of the blanket. It's a yellow, floral babydoll blouse with blue flowers and a pair of blue denim maternity shorts with pockets and an elastic waistband that rises high to cover your bump. You couldn't lie; it did look cute. Jess knew you too well. You smiled and nodded. "Thanks." You sat up, lowering your blanket and slipping into an oversized t-shirt that reached your mid-thigh; the ache in your heart became less painful for a fraction of a second as you stood to your feet. "It's a health checkup and revealing the gender today is all."
Jess raised a brow and hummed. "Uh-huh, and I'm a nun."
You take the clothes offered to you and lightly bump her playfully with your hip as you walk past. "Haha, you would lose your sanity and vow of chastity the moment you saw Bepo in church... or a confessional. Admit it."
Jess sits on the edge of your bed. "Damn right, I would." She sighs dreamily. Her gaze shifts to find your laptop open and paused on one of Law's online videos and lectures; she frowns. "You need to hurry up and confess soon, Doc..." She glances at the closed bathroom door, hearing the shower running and her best friend and sister singing to herself. "Someone else could try to sweep her off her feet before long." Exiting out of the tab, shutting down the laptop and setting it back on your nightstand and plugged it in.
After you were clean and dry, Jess insisted on braiding your hair and applying a light amount of makeup, highlighting your natural beauty. She insisted on not missing the moment she would find out if she had a niece or nephew.
You and Jess were almost late for your doctors appointment with Law!
You knew the silver eyed, black-haired and sleep deprived doctor wouldn't have appreciated it. Maybe he would forgive you, but you can imagine that you would never hear the end of it, if you were late.
"I already texted Max we would swing by after your appointment." Jess said, shoving her phone back into her back pocket as she follows you through the front door, leading to the back after checking in at the receptionist desk, usual paperwork and questions. Bepo slipped you two into the back with a smile, which brightened Jess's Day.
"Oh, look at this cute little sea monkey," Jess gushed, staring at the ultrasound picture.
"Yeah." You grinned.
Unaware of a giant pair of sunglasses covering eyes staring at you as the person entered. His gaze became sharper, edger as he quickly closed the distance, strolling with long yet simple strides closer towards you.
The hair on the back of your neck rose. You glanced up, and a large torso came into view. You tilted your head up higher, and your breath hitched. A familiar pair of shades, an unnatural wide, predatory and flirtatious smile stared back. You leaned into Jess as he came to stand in front of you directly. No, towering, like a giant bird assessing you. Holy shit, it's the head of the Donquixote Family.
Jess was confused. Why were you squishing her? And why did it get dark all of a sudden? Her brows furrowed. "Y/n. What's wrong?"
"Good morning, ladies." The blonde giant wearing a thick, flamingo pink, feathered jacket greeted. Raising a right hand, sliding his large hand and fingers into your palm, tugging you to stand as he bends down from his towering ten-foot height, and kissing the back of your hand. "Are you perhaps Y/n L/n?"
"How- eep." You began to ask as Doflamingo wrapped an arm around your shoulder and around to hold you against his body heat and muscle clothed chest. He picked you up with one arm. "Sir, please put me down." Your heart pounded and twisted, stomach seizing in hard knots. "I'm terrified of heights."
Jess knew who Doflamingo was. He knew the CEO of the Donquixote family was as ruthless and nasty as a criminal warlord and modern-day mafia boss.
"Forgive the rudeness and my lack of manners, but I had to see the woman who's caught one of my old friend's eyes." Doflamingo's voice rumbled against you, holding power even more deadly than a blade. He could easily hurt you or make you kneel in submission with a simple curl of his fingers.
Now, he'd become a terrifying threat. It made your stomach drop lower and cold began to seep into your veins. "I think you might have the wrong person, sir." You whispered softly.
"Oh, but I do, my dear." He moved in closer, laughter bubbling inside him as you turned away and shivered.
Nobody within the hospital said a word.
Didn't care to intervene in the affairs of the mad CEO.
His body was hard against you. Sunglasses filled gaze lower to peer into the curve of your neck; it was unmarked. Doflamingo’s eyes travel lower, staring hard at the bump. "Is the child Laws?" He whispered, curiosity dripping in his tone.
"That is none of your business, Doflamingo." Law's voice answered, his calm voice came out chilling.
"I could end your carrier before lunch rush, brat." The giant blonde said simply, his tone icy.
His threat scorched Law's temper. “But you won’t." Law crossed his arms over his chest, defiantly.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Doflamingo growled, veins within his hands and neck were budging, his temper rising.
Law has an explanation faster than you thought anyone else possibly could while being glared at by the pink coat wearing, grinning menace. "I'm one of the best doctors currently available in his hospital and Rosinante wouldn't be happy, if you threw a temper tantrum and causing a scandal now, would he?"
"I could easily replace you one hundred times over." Doflamingo fired back, fully turning as his grip on you tightened a tad. Causing you to flinch, Jess to worry and Law's jaw to grind.
"Because you need me." Law added, his tone final as he pulled a scalpel out of his white doctor's coat pocket. "Now, would you so kindly set L/n-ya down, Doflamingo, or God so help me, I'll rearrange your insides and body parts piece by piece."
The air became thick and heavy with tension as the two men remained their ground. Doflamingo chuckled darkly and purred in challenge. "Is that right?"
Law stepped forward, his silver eyes darkened into hard edges and anger.
Doflamingo bend down. "Retract your claws and fangs, Law." He laughed harder and louder. "Fufufu, I didn't come over here to fight."
“Then why did you come?" Law scoffed, stepped forward, wrapping his hands around your wrist and dragging you closer into his chest, then behind him.
"I have my reasons." Doflamingo replied rising to his monstruous height, readjusting his pinky coat and sunglasses. "I'll see you in your office." He waved The Surgeon off. "I already know the way."
“Which are?" Law followed the giant blondes retreating figure.
“None of your concern at the moment," Doflamingo replied, his lips twitching and tugging higher into a knowing smirk. "Good day, little kitten."
Kitten? Did he mean you? Eww.
"They must concern me since you’re here." Law snapped, his teeth grinding harder.
Doflamingo waiting for the elevator to opened, one reserved for one of the giant or taller humans.
Law turned towards you, frowning slightly. "I'm sorry for his rudeness. Don't pay him any mind." He whispered, his grip becoming gentle as he reluctantly releases you.
"Thanks, Law." You swallow and offer him a reassuring smile, which doesn't make Law any better.
That stupid, feathered bird had to come back now. Law thought bitterly.
Jess decided to interject and guided you towards the exit. She glared at Doflamingo without fear. "Don't worry, Y/n." She raised her head high. "He's just trying to mess with us." Jess faced forwards. "Snobbish, rich bastards like him have too much free time and money on their hands," she snorts in disgust. "He's lookin' for something to entertain him of his boredom."
Doflamingo chuckled in amusement.
Law watched you two leave. He turned sharply, scowling and heading towards him, his tanned, inked fists white knuckled. "Let's make this meeting quick, I'm busy." He ordered, not carrying if Doflamingo was nearly two decades older than him. Or the brother of his savior.
"I'm certain that you will change your tone soon, fufu." Doflamingo quipped as the elevator dinged, then both men walked in.
Law saw your form disappear as the elevator door closed. At least he knew you were safe now and far away from Doflamingo, for now.
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After the joyous moment had been shattered.
You and Jess walked into the coffee shop to sit down, drink some coffee and each split a Godiva cheesecake.
Max knew something was wrong given your near tear-filled expression and how pissed Jess looked when you two walked in.
"God, of course, that stupid Doflamingo had-" Jess began to rant, then you reached over the table to cover her mouth.
"Shhh," you whisper. "Don't bring it up. Everyone in this own knows how powerful, evil and twisted the eldest Donquixote is Jess. He's the one everyone calls even the devil's price is too high." You felt Jess release an angry huff against your hand, then nod.
Jess reached into her pocket and handed you the ultrasound. "Here, you can have this back." She smiled sheepishly, awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck. "I already sent it to Max and mom, so only they know."
"That's fine." You took the black and white picture. You can't believe it your having a-
A familiar voice calls out to you from across the coffee shop.
A pair of black charcoal eyes, mischievous and carefree smile and a freckled face, wearing an orange cowboy hat caught your attention.
"Ace?" Your eyes widen.
Jess' mouth dropped. "Oh, holy shit, no way."
You and her both stare at the father of your child.
It's been exactly six months since that night.
He's back.
----- end of chapter 8 -----
Woohoo, another chapter so quickly!
I know Doflamingo coming in suddenly out of nowhere again makes no sense, but it will! And *gasp* Ace has finally returned?! Uh oh.
I know the spice scene was shorter than I usually write... but.. I have to tease somebody else besides myself, right? Is that bad? X/////x
"Kai?" You call for his attention. Somethings wrong. He stopped all of a sudden. He's tense, too tense and in pain given his stiff body language. He isn't answering, which makes your heart sink harder. You know it's out of line. You can't help it. You raise your free hand, inching closer to his back.
"Don't." He replies when you palm is so close you could feel his body heat. It's terse. His voice is low and strained. "Please." A hint of uneven rasp. Kai's pulse beat fast from both fear and adrenaline, his grip on your arm loosens, but he doesn't let go. The fragments he'd just seen remained fresh within his mind. He inwardly laughed bitterly. Everyone within this reality already thought he was a man already on the verge of being unstable, manipulative, a common grade B Villain and a schemer who tried to disgrace himself by trying to forge him own path. Ruin The Shie Hassaikai's reputation and the man who'd become a father to him, Pops.
"Okay." You lower your hand to the fall at your side.
Kai continues leading you naked across the men's locker room until he reaches the last one. He opens it and waiting for you to go first. "Get in." It's quiet, yet flat. He's regained his composure or at least, even to keep his emotions in check.
You step inside, leaving him enough room to enter afterwards. Blushing and cover your chest with your arms. You notice his belongings were already in the corner of the shower.
"We were lovers in the past." Kai mutters as he turned the fascet on. He unhooks his mask, handing it on the shower hook hanging on the wall and closes the shower curtain behind him.
"What?" You glance over your shoulder.
Kai sighs, a shy breath leaves him. "Our past lives," he explains. He couldn't meet your gaze. His own cheeks were red. "We had a tryst." He bent down, picking up his supplies: a green and gold loofah sponge, old spice body wash, shampoo and body scrub. "Go ahead and clean yourself." His cold golden eyes becoming hard like steel, his jaw tight. "I'll go get your things." He set them on the shower rack, backed out and left without giving you another glance.
You had a feeling he wasn't telling the full story of your love story and love affair with him. Given his self-righteous attitude, ocd, controlling issues and mannerisms it makes sense how sensitive the topic of intimacy is with him. You think. You stare at the supplies. A small smile graces your lips. That's grandpa's favorite. A very comforting scent. You wet the loofah, work up a good lather and wash yourself. God, I'm the worst. You frown. Let my sex induced brain take over and take advantage of Touya after he saved me again. You didn't understand it. He could have easily stopped you. He could have said no. He gave you the choice to get off him and leave or to touch him. What did you do? You grinded down on him like he was your personal warm blooded clit massager. Your face turns scalding. I can't believe I fucking did that?! You inwardly scream.
The yakuza comes back moments later, setting your duffle bag outside the shower. "Excuse me, I'm coming in." He announces before stepping inside and closes the curtain again.
"A-Alright." You mutter sheepishly, nearly dropping the sponge.
Silence fills the space.
Kai didn't know why he even dragged you with him in the first place. He lied. He did. He's jealous. Seeing you on top of that half-burnt chard walking crazed fire maniac set his teeth on edge and grinding. If you had wanted sexual release? You could have come to him. Granted his lack of experience he'd much rather you explore such private activities behind closed doors than in public. Now, your erotic expression and moan of his name was stuck in his head. It was stuck in his head. It was the most salacious and distracting thing that he couldn't ignore. It made him reflect on the raw attraction blooming between you and himself.
Porn never really appealed to him. The poor acting, violent and dirty consensual or unconsentual acts of carnal and animalist sex and behavior did nothing to arouse his lusts. Kai hated masturbating when he could help it. Yet he was still a healthy man with needs and urges. Now, seeing you naked in front of him was turning him on more by the second. It was dangerous. He didn't think he'd ever be able to get off again without the mental image of you bare and reaching for him. Wonton. Luscious, lewd and scandalous sight. Begging him with your eyes and voice. Beseeching him to completely and utterly ruin you, yank you away from Dabi and bend you over until you both come undone or hold you down until his desires were sated.
Shit, he saw it so clearly within his mind, depicted exacting that.
Kai shook his aching head. He couldn't risk it. Touching himself or touching you without overstepping boundaries. Then again, it wouldn't be the first time he's crossed the line, blurred them, destroyed whatever obstacle within his path and rewritten the rules to best suit his goals.
"You said that we ever lovers in the past life too?" You asked, running your finger through your hair to rinse the shampoo from your scalp.
Kai blinked. "Yes." He answered simply, stepping forward, observing how you kept your distance and safe. Normally he would have been grateful, however, right now, it irritated him. You were too close and personal with Dabi minutes ago. Now, you were acting as if after getting off you didn't want anything to do with him? Would you have accepted him, if he'd offered such services first? Or would you have asked Hawks and Shigaraki or for Dabi to continue taking pleasure of your body next?
His head continued to throb as memories slammed into him all at once, not his, yet painfully vivid.
The memory of you writhing, trembling and needing for himself came rushing back. Your legs spread wide beneath him, reaching for him, clinging onto him and accepting every ounce of his lustful advances and feelings. Then that other horrible mirage and feelings threw him for a near maddening mental and physical breakdown, let alone practically threatened to give him cardiac arrest.
He was a part of clergy.
You were a witch?
Caught and tried for witchcraft and stealing his heart? What's truly unnerved him had been the last thing you screamed his heart to nearly stop altogether. Son. You said you and him had a son after that night. You were gone. Vanished for a year and had given birth to a son. A child. His offspring. A tiny being you and him had conceived on that night.
Kai's stomach churned harder. His face blooming into a deep shade of red. He felt it across his face, ears and the back of his neck. "Yes, we were." He stepped forward grabbing another loofah, this one was purple and gold as he began to clean himself.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" You asked hanging your sponge over the empty hook, pushing a wet lock away from your eyes and sniffing.
Kai paused. "Does it matter?" His voice became low and sharp. Carrying weight of barely contained fury and secondhand betrayal. He swallowed his emotions, reminding himself this was his new life now. He was Kai Chisaki, Overhaul. The Head of The Shie Hassaikai. Not a priest. A yakuza. He shouldn't care if you wanted him or not. He didn't cling or cry for your attention. He could be calm, dignified and careful. And yet, he still felt a cold shiver run down his spine. Feeling your eyes on his back. The faint lingering ghost of his restraint and anger mingling with the heat he felt as you continued ogling him. All of it pressed down on him like a physical weight. Kai wasn't going to break under pressure of sharing a shower with you. Mixed baths were common back home. He'd simply finish his daily cleansing, then leave with you.
"Yes, it does." You reply, frowning deeper. "Clearly it's upsetting you."
He couldn't deny it. All his life he's lived without the thought that his life's purpose was to repay his adoptive father, devote himself to rebuilding The Shie Hassaikai or replaying his debt. Now, he's learned that his soulmate. The woman meant for him had already crossed his path in another life, he'd already given her his heart once and it nearly ruined him. Hearing Pops condemn his lover to death? It didn't make sense. Yes, Pops believed in traditions. Never attacking civilians and keeping the peace, but to sentence his adoptive son's woman? He didn't believe it. He saw it and didn't want to.
Alone with Kai you tried not to sneak a full view of his broad shoulders and back, or his narrow hip. As he moved, his muscles flex beneath his smooth tanned skin. Then you saw it as he turned. Traditional yakuza tattoos decorating his back. The Shie Hassaikai emblem in the middle surround by cherry blossoms, a dragon and a crow.
You wanted to trace every work on art on his back with the tip of your fingertips. You gulped and released a shaky breath at the sight.
"What is it?" Kai asked, straightening his posture, angrily, facing away from the shower wall.
You knew approaching the angered and testy yakuza was like stalking a thundered storm on the horizon. Unpredictable. Cold. Harsh. His anger inner frustration and confusion continuing to build. "Did they hurt?" You asked softly, frowning.
He glanced behind him to meet your eyes. "Why do you sound so surprised?" His mouth twitched into a faint grimace, a hint of sarcasm seeping from his usually flat tone.
"I don't remember Horikoshi giving you tatts," You stepped forward, as if being pulled by an invisible force or your red string. You eased closer. "When your back was shown in the manga and anime during your cage fight with Rappa."
"Seem you don't know anything about me, do you, little soulmate?" Kai muttered, slowly turning to you. He raised a hand and banged his hand on the shower wall, crackle formed and blood stained the pure white tilts. "Am I just another man to play with?" He tilts his head, eyes narrowing. He punched it again, watching you flinch. "Remind me of a live I could have had, if I didn't choose to stray from the path Pops laid out for me? If I kept my human heart?" His jaw clenches, spreading his fingers, palm flat to activate his quirk, crackles spreading, falling, crashing onto the floor.
"I don't know." You reply softly.
Kai closed his eyes and drew his bloody fist again.
You didn't run. Your heartbeat thundering hard within your chest. You stepped forward and steadied his arm, cradling his bloody hand in your hands. "Please, don't hurt yourself, Kai." Tears prickling.
Kai's whole body seemed to still. Your touch was gentle, his body felt as if it had been struck by a bolt of lightning, then the electricity and searing heat continued to build and increased tenfold. He opened his eyes, which lit with unknown emotion. He wrapped his injured hand around yours, interlocking your fingers and tugged you closer. He reaches for you, tangling his free hand in your soft, wet, silky and long tresses. His eyes flicker over your features. "I cannot appear to be soft." He rasped out loud, then he frowned and muttered to himself. "A distraction that I cannot afford, but don't want to give up." He pressed you closer, dragging you against him. His arms engulfed you in an awkward hug.
You felt him shudder and released a deep groan as soon as your bodies met.
Was this the closest he'd ever been to anyone?
The bare skin of his chest was smooth against your cheek and felt so hot in the shower. The scent of his bodywash and citrus hit your nose, surrounding and enticing you as much as his muscles rippling and flexing around you. You felt him release another groan when his towel covered erection pressed against your stomach.
His lusts forgotten and shoved to the back of his head as he drew back his head, suspicion in his expression. "You know what I can do," his voice was deep. Calm. Dangerous. "So why do you still approach me so carelessly?" Golden hues are sharp and assessing. "Why do you plague my mind?" His earlier vision and feelings came rushing back. Kai swallowed a lump stuck within his throat. Feelings of loneliness, yearning and an unbearable choked feeling of sadness and heartbreak that wasn't his and yet had been. "You've tainted me. Infected me with these feelings of jealousy and lust…" His eyes grew wild, seething melted gold.
You swallowed at the intensity of his gaze. Something about those words hurt you, no cut your deeply. "Kai, I didn't mean too." Yet the overly hormonal and fucked up part of your brain enjoyed his attention. The wildness, fierce, predatory and sheer fire burning from his gaze staring into yours make your toes curl. That familiar phantom ghost of lust and need flooring deep within your veins. It's toxic. It's sick. It's madness. Overhaul is dangerous, a villain for a reason. Knowing that he's jealous and horny is turning you on more.
The yakuza moves faster than you anticipated.
He pinned you harder against him, backing both of you until your body hit the untouched wall, one he hadn't destroyed; his body trembling as fear and disbelief stabbed him with an invisible arrow. "I was true to you," he said in an auditable whisper. He'd known pain. True agonizing pain. "And you still left me?" Physical pain every time he had to repair himself, given himself an overhaul, but this sort of heart wretching pain? Never. It felt as his someone had continued stabbing him deep inside with thousands of blades. "Left in the middle of the night like a phantom that I could only chase in my dreams but never touch."
The vestige of himself resurfacing.
The shock, disbelief, worry, rage and sorrow he felt after waking up and you had gone; his bedside cold. You said you loved him. Would marry him. You lied. You left him. He'd broken every vow he'd taken and for what? Abandoned him. For days he searched for you. He couldn't sleep. Couldn't eat. He'd grown sick and half mad before Nemoto and Hari had found him, clutching to the sheets that had your faded smell on them. "No! Leave me! Let me die!" Kai yelled weakly, his voice above a whisper. He hadn't showered. He hadn't taken care of himself. Stuck within the same dirty clothes. His body covered in hives and bloody from scratching himself raw. Infection beginning to set it. Begging for you to come back during his fits of half delirium and fever.
No one within the town knew where you had gone. Or they had lied. You parents were gone. Your brothers claimed they didn't realize you had snuck out.
"Left you?" You furrowed your brows in confusion, then widened. The past. It wasn't just coming back to you. Your past lives and memories were coming back to them too. Kai had been a priest, right? A man of strict duty and faith. It makes sense why he kept that aspect when he became The Leader of The Shie Hassaikai. His intense ocd and need for cleanliness crossed over as well. "Kai, I'm sorry, truly I am."
"Stop apologizing." He roared as a man in pain, then slammed his fist hand into the wall again. "You promised to become mine and mine alone." The wall and tilts cracked underneath his assault and further damage. "Did my love mean nothing?"
"Kai, listen!" You blinked up at him, thicker, hotter tears welding and falling as your own heart pounding as if being crushed within your own chest.
Kai stared down at you, his gaze seeming to consume you. Raw, genuine hurt and confusion flickering across his liquid molten gold stare. Then you saw moisture, his eyes becoming misty and wet with tears. "What have you done to me?" He didn't understand his own feelings and reactions, so out of touch with his own emotions. Steadily falling and nonstop down his face. "You make me weak... you make me feel..." His vision blurred. His heart pounding heavily and thundering painfully within his ribcage. Dammit, the numbness he'd shove off to the side was reversing. He was crying and weeping helplessly, shamefully and clinging onto you for comfort, event as lust and rage continued to course through his veins. He was a mess. A disgusting, disgraceful and pitiful mess. Over what? A taste of his first experience with heat and a lost love he's never really known? A grief and suffering thawing his stone-cold heart and iron will.
These experiences and feelings were supposed to a blessing? Dethaw his demon heart? What's the point? If his soulmate didn't choose him, then would put him through this at all? Why not leave him back in his home world? Back where the world was chaos, grim, black and made sense. Where he could work on his life's work in peace. Enjoy the comfort of his childhood home. Retreat to his own room and things in solitude, read to pops every evening, check on him throughout the day and before breakfast to check his vitals, charts and bask in his silent presence.
What was happening to The Shie Hassaikai? Chrono and Mimic could run the compound without him for too long, however, it would only be a matter of time before The Heroes scheme and burst into his home with a search warrant. Contaminating his sanctuary and workplace with their filthy and false propaganda of Heroism and Hero Syndrome. The longer Kai contemplated and fearing that very scenarios, swirling within his head; he shook with worry and fury. His tears drying. If they dared, he'd destroy ever last Hero, police officer himself and with his quirk erasing bullets.
Now, you are stuck together against the brunette and a literal wall. "Kai?" You try to regain his attention. The poor man looks to be on the verge of a mental and physical meltdown. He can't hear you. His eyes are dull and glossy. Trapped within his thought and some inner battle of demons and past trauma.
You know it's risky. One wrong move and he could lash out. His quirk could activate on pure instinct and survival. "Kai?" Your eyes glisten with new unshed tears. "What the fuck did than old man and Afo do to you?" Your heart twists and sinks. He's emotionally drowning. He's trembling harder. His body is locked tight. He crushed you closer into his feverish and sweaty body.
No, that wasn't right. The correct question is... What had they not done? You had seen what they had done with Tomura and Touya, but Kai? His backstory was incomplete. Nothing, but a tiny pinpoint on the map. Typing him together with AFO's failed successors experiments and list. It wasn't just those three. There were others! Living, breathing victims and bodies unaccounted for.
What do I do? You mentally scream.
Kai was stuck within his own little world of overrunning thoughts with no unlocked doors or an escape route.
Kai coming to terms with his bottled up feelings, trying to shove them down, but his body isn't responding to what his mind wants.
All his unsettled trauma, paid therapy Pops paid for out of pocket.
Kai passed it with flying colors. Instead of saying he saw blood splatter on the inked cardboard, he said it was "a butterfly." When the psychiatrist dared to stand and sit too close to Kai... Placing their filthy hands on him. Kai kept his rage in check, the shadowed apparition of another "Doctor." A elderly, fat man with glasses, mustache, and sporting a dark gleam of sadistic fascination and... joy?
A mad scientist who had found the perfect specimen for his unorthodox and villainous schemes.
"Chisaki, it's okay." The elderly woman frowned. Go away! His mind screamed, his fight or flight responses resurfacing. He hides his hand twitched, fist balling into the ugly green and yellow spotted couch.
"I'm fine, doctor." It had become a habit. A reflex. He hated it. His tiny body tingling with phantom shivers and itches he wanted to furiously scratch his contaminated arm raw. He swallowed, remaining in eye contact with the elderly woman.
Ignoring the old man's mirthful laughter and calling him "a good sport" for remaining strong. Then piercing his skin with a scalpel. That man's voice and laughter echoing inside his head. "Yes, a very perfect specimen for my old friend."
"Please, no more." Child Kai and his adult self-whimpered, his bottom lip quivering. "No more." He crooked, voice cracking, flat and lifeless. His chest heaving. His on the verge of another episode.
Your mouth fell open. You never thought you would have every hear Kai beg. Not since he demanded that Tomura give Kai back his quirk destroying bullets on the highway while he was strapped to a gurney.
Please, let me words reach him. You think, looking up at him, unsure and afraid. You raise your shaky hands to his face. You watch him twitch, his gaze regaining focus and lucid; then his eye immediately snapping to yours.
It's a start. You brush his tears away. You swallow down your fear to face him head on. Being afraid was useless. You can't leave him alone, even if he begged you to. Your heart thudding in your ears. You lick your lips, which doesn't go unnoticed by Kai. "I'm sorry that I hurt you in the past, but this is the present." You reminded softly, your hot breath ghosting along the shell of his pierced ear; you watch him shudder and shiver against you. You push on his chest, silently signaling for him to let you go and he relented. Just enough to allow you to breath, yet close enough to feel the heat body, his heart thumping rapidly within his ribcage. "I've slowly come to accept all of you. The good and the bad… I still adore you after all you've done... all you will do in the future." Your sensitive chest pressed against his wall of hard muscle.
You heard him release a breath he hadn't released he'd been holding. You lower back down onto your feet to meet his gaze once more.
"Y/n?" He whispered, his senses returning as his nerves continued trebling and tremoring deep beneath his skin. Kai held your hand in his bloodied one. "You… You accept me?" He asked, taking your words seriously. His shoulders sag in relief; releasing and exhale and shuddering breath.
"Yes, Kai." You sniff, trembling and crying more.
Kai brushed your tears away, curling his fingers beneath your chin to tilt your face closer to his. Your breaths fanning each other. "Will you let me kiss you?" He looked at you, truly looked. Something behind those small golden pupils had shifted. His eyes igniting with possession and passion.
"Yes." You wrap your arms around his arms, stand on your tiptoes and bring him down to you. The moment your lips brush that same wave of liquid heat warmed your lower abdomen.
You knew you were slowly being folded into a world you never thought had been nothing more than simple fiction. Or had you simply stopped caring?
Kissing Kai made your body melt into his.
You knew that giving yourself to a villain, a yakuza crime boss, would trap you into a world filled with blood, violence, sin, gun smoke, and corruption... even if the crime syndicate in Japan of MHA wasn't the powerful gang it had been before the rise of quirks. And yet this godlike man and usually fully composed air, seamlessly heartless, and all his cold indifference and persuasive charms had become reduced to a man filled with desire and lust. The concrete slab and sterilized glass box he'd built to protect himself, keep people he considered contaminated and filthy out of his personal space. It crumbled. Cracked and chipped as he smashed it with his own hands and dragged you inside like a raging hell storm of all-consuming hellfire and newly awakened selfishness and blinding need.
"I won't let you go this time." Kai grunts against your mouth, his hands move. One tangling in your hair and the other grips possessively on your hip. "Understand?" His blood stains your wet skin in a bloody handprint, the smell of cooper, iron and blood invades your senses, but you don't care.
A rush and jolt of excitement explode throughout your body. Causing you to vibrate with need. "Yes, Kai." you nod your head, threating your hands up his chest, running your fingertips along his body and ink, higher until your digits thread through his short, chestnut hair. You knew Kai's form of possession doubled as deep-rooted devotion, acts of service and actions, instead of pretty words. The fact he was allow you to get this close to him while he vulnerable and shaken, clinging onto you and asking to kiss you meant he kept this bond and attraction you felt, right?
He breaks the kiss too soon. Pulling you away from the haze. Reopening his own eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed in the first place. You warm skin flat against his own chilled body, your warmth and naked chest brushing, heaving as he towered over you.
You want to kiss him more. You don't want him to stop. You want to continue watching this man fall apart, touch you, kiss you, ravage you, take you hard and rough or slow and sensual. It didn't matter. Your nails dig into his scalp as you bite your lower lips. God, he's going to make you beg, isn't he?
Kai takes a breath to regain his emotions and refocus on your face. Mentally calculating. Your heavy-lidded gaze, biting your lip to keep from moaning or whimpering. His features sharpen, his gaze wanders, lowering to notice how fully erect and hard your nips have become. "Can I kiss you here?" He raises his hand from your hip, followed your curves upward until his fingertips are inches away from your breast.
He meets your hungry and lustful gaze.
You nod your head. "Yes."
He wastes no time to run the edge of his lower lip along your stiff nipple before licking it, then clamping his mouth around it. He groans against you as you hold him close, cradle him against your body, twitching and pushing, arching your chest fully into his mouth and face. "Kai." You moan.
Kai grunts in answer, then let's go. He sneers in disgust when he notices the blood. "Need to rewash."
You are secretly whining in your head. No, don't stop.
Kai's thin brow arches. "Don't give me that look, angel." He chuckles, dragging you back beneath the spray of the shower. "Have to clean you, then we can continue." He tilts his head, giving a smug and knowing smirk. "If you behave there will be a reward." He pulls you closer, giving your hips a hard and possessive squeeze. The blood rinsing off both of your bodies, red going down the drain as Kai repairs his injured hand with ease and without making a sound.
"Promise?" You pout and bating your long lashes. You raise a pinky finger, a childish thing, but a promise all the same.
Kai humored you, raising his bloodless hand to interlock your pinky with his own, curling them, shaking twice, then letting go. "You are childish."
"And you are too serious." You retort, lean up to kiss his throat and the hard lines of his jaw, a small, tempting and smoothing sensation and distraction. Your hands exploring ever single inch of his body. Every hard plain. Rigid edges and scrap of ink and skin you could get ahold of until your hands kneaded and cupped his ass. "Won't you let me see you naked, Kai?" You purr in a seductive drawl.
Kai groaned, burying his face into your hair. The heart of his dark desire reawakens with a fiery vengeance and deep, primal, searing need. He latches onto you like a man who's desperate, drowning and clinging onto his last shred of control and sanity. "You aren't behaving." He argues. Why should he let you have your way? Although, his betraying body liked the idea of you touching him, fondling and kneading him between his legs with every painful, pulsing throbbing of his heartbeat drumming down below.
"Neither are you." You giggled, yanking the towel off his waist and tossing it into the corner of the shower.
Kai buries his face into the crook of your neck to hide his embarrassment and the awkward, unmanly, needy whimper that escapes from the back of his throat. "Dammit, angel... you aren't playing fair."
"Who's calling who the kettle black, gangster." You raise your hands to alternate between massaging his back and lightly scratching and grazing your nails into his smooth, strong, inked back.
Kai raises his head, backing away to grab his shampoo and bodywash, pop the cap, squirt some into his hand, gathering up a good lasher, then begins to wash you himself. His soapy hands are everywhere. Your neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, legs, ass and back, all except the wet, hot apex of your thighs. His strong hands were surprisingly gentle and soft. He wants nothing more than to press his body further into your own. Needed to become merged with you, one. His body already fine-tuned to yours. Your smell, your curves, your soft and beautiful skin. The yakuza pushed you gently into the spray of the shower head, then began to furiously and hastily clean himself, one, twice, three times, then switches places with you beneath the showerhead before turning it off.
Wordlessly, he set everything back.
Silence fills the shower.
You wonder, if Kai changed his mind and prepared to leave when you felt him grab your wrist, halting your movement and leave.
You can't see his face with his back turned towards you, but you notice the back of his neck and the tips of his ears are flushed.
"Will you let me devour you will my mouth?" He whispered softly, awkwardly.
"What?" You blink, face scalding.
Kai turns around, yanking you towards him and guides you back to the wall. He closes in, caging you between himself and the wall. His index and middle finger, tiling your chin upwards to meet his face as he asks again. "Will you allow me explore the last intimate place between your legs." He braces himself against the wall. "Your pussy," he leans his head down to groans in your ear. You can feel his throbbing and hard erection bobbing between his legs and brushing between yours. "Will you let me touch her?" His voice dropping a deeper, lower octave, a hint of a possessive growl. More beastlike than man.
He leans back, waiting for your answer.
You can't believe this is happening. Kai… Kai was offering you to get you off? Damn his seductive words and confidence. "Have you ever been with anyone before?"
He breathed slowly, trying to keep his heart rate down, but it was no use. His cheeks were flushed. "No, I degree, but I've always been a quick study." His smoldering gaze raked down over your breasts and lower to your heated center.
You spread your legs, opening them wider and give him a coy smile. "Then, you better get to studying, Doctor." Your eyes peer downward to watch his hand reaching closer to your lower half. His nails were neatly trimmed. His hand is bigger than yours. His fingers larger, stronger, thicker and could reach places you couldn't possibly reach with your own. You were inwardly fangirl squealing, fanning yourself like you had just bought a new adult toy on payday. Giddiness, arousal and anticipation was slowly killing you.
You noticed his erected jump and hardened harder between his thick, muscled thighs. Oh? He liked that title. It makes sense, if he was into medical play. You wouldn't be surprised if he was into shibari, blind folds and silk ties wrapped around your wrists to deprive you of movement and sight, sensory play. Hell, you were willing to try it at least once. Getting lost in his hands, mouth and his sexy voice controlling and moving you however he wished. Or let you ride him in his office chair or desk. The sinful thoughts made you wetter, your inner walls flutter and clench around nothing.
"May I touch you?" His heartbeat thundered within his own ears, loud, so loud. Pleasure coursing stronger through his veins, his erection throbbing harder with every pulse of his heart. He inhaled deeply, his stoic hard gaze softening. "Please?"
You had to stop yourself from groaning. "Yes, Kai." You said softly, flickering your eyes back to his. "You have my full permission to touch me however you wish." You nod your head. "I'll tell you, if it's too much or hurts."
Kai trails a hand down between your legs to gently cup your sex. Pressing the heel of his palm harder, watching as your head falls back, eyes shut tight in bliss. "No, angel." He whispered in your ear. "Look at me." He leaned down to kiss your neck, his mouth hot. "Will you allow me to amp up the sensations?" His fingers spread your folds apart, to stroke your need, swollen and heavy neglected clit. "Rewire your pleasure nerve endings until you are a needy, sensitive mess that comes when I insert one single finger into your hot cunt?" His tongue flicked out to lick drops and moisture from your collarbone to your neck, then biting down as he inhaled sharply as if to fight himself for control, then raising his head. "I will learn your body just as well as I know my own, if you'll let me." Kai's long fingers pressed and tease, circling the entrance of your pussy.
You began to tremble in his arms, shifting your face downward to bury into his chest. "Y-Yes, doctor." You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck, gasping, panting and moaning in his ear shamelessly. You could no longer think about anything else other than the pleasure Kai was giving you when he inserted a single finger, testing, probing, experimental, then pushing until your insides swallowed his singular digit up without resistance.
You had to stop yourself from humping his hand, you gasped when he curled his finger to rub against your g-spot, then began to moving and thrust upwards in a slow rhythm, in and out, slow and meticulous, calculating and building the pressure and steady rhythm. As if you two had all the time in the world in this shower stall.
Kai smirked into your neck. "You don't need them." He inserted another finger, he started to pick up temp, lowering to his knees to kneel actually kneel before you. "You have me." The wet noises were loud and echoing along the shower and tilted walls as you fought to remain standing on shaky legs. "You trust me, don't you? Not that burnt bastard. Not that lovesick bird or insane decay villain. Me. I approached you first. You promised to become mine first." His inner possessiveness, greed, rage and jealousy bleeding through his lustful haze. It made things hotter. "My angel, my soulmate and woman." He sticks his tongue out to lick and roll your clit with his wet, hot tongue. "Need to lick you clean down here too." He groans as soon as the first taste of you hits on his tastebuds, his eyes rolling back into his back.
"Oh, fuck." You keen louder, threading your hands through his damp, messy, mope of short brown locks. Your body moving restlessly, rocking into his face as he ate you out. "F-For a virgin... Ah... your good at this..."
Kai opened his eyes and narrowed his gaze, turning his head to the side to place a claiming bite on your inner thigh as a warning. "I'm not an idiot." He mumbles into your skin, kissing and licking the teeth marks forming in the shape and indents of his teeth. "I had to study anatomy and biology to reform or shape the human body to however I see fit." He clicks his tongue. "Keep spouting such rude comments and I'll stop." The gangster halts his fingers, keeping them deep inside, plugging your wet hole, knuckles buried to the hilt.
"No, I'm sorry." You shake your head, biting your lower lip and tears wetting your lashes. "Please, don't stop, Kai." You panted and rolled your hips our of pure instinct to try and attract his attention back to your throbbing, slick core. Deciding to clench your pelvis muscles on purpose to give him a silent demonstration on how much you want him to continue.
Kai gave a self-satisfied, amused and cocky, smirk. Sexy. Arrogant shining within his flushed features or slightly wet and deshelled appearance. The man inwardly groaned. Truth be told, he could barely hold the reins of his self-control and think past the ache within his shaft. You had aroused such carnal desires within him, yearning for your kiss, then actually making him want to give you such a filthy and lewd craving to give you oral sex and stimulation. It didn't sound like him at all. His gaze descended, observing you practically using his fingers to pleasure yourself. His cock jerked and twitched, swelling harder; painful. He grew tempted to touch himself to help relieve the friction and ache. "Very well," Kai lowered his free hand to wrap a hand around his cock, slowly stroking himself, "As long as... you know your place." He choked back a grunt of pleasure. He begins to wonder how your pink, tight lower lips will stretch and accommodate his size. His length jerked hot and hard against his palm, eager and straining for it.
Your gaze lowers to his hand gestures. Oh my god, Kai is actually masturbating. You knew it was a stupid thought, but how could you not when Kai seemed to be the last person to be aroused by sex or masturbating at all. Then again, he's only human. He's a man. A living, breathing man. He isn't a robot or a machine. Physical contact and emotional intimacy are very private and personal for him. Now you don't know which you want more, his fingers stuffing you full or his dick.
Kai kept his sharp, focused gaze on your blissful expression. Every panting gasp for breath, the rise and fall of your chest, your stiffened nipples, your sinful and pretty mouth falling open to moan his name. Tracing the heated and swollen bud between his wet muscle, noticing it had become hot and engorged as he sucked hard and furiously flicking, up and down.
Your body littered with goosebumps. "Oh god, Kai!" Your legs shook harder as the familiar knot within your lower abdomen grew tighter, your inner walls fluttering and clenching beneath his fingers. "Harder." You beg, opening your eyes, expression lost and pleading. "Faster."
Kai groaned between your lower lips, his eyes halfway rolling. Easing off to pant and mutter breathlessly, "Hold nothing back," then he eagerly leaning his face deeper between your legs, nearly suffocating himself to penetrating you harder, faster, deeper as your abused, stretched hole began wetter, hotter and breaching for release. His hand hadn't stopped stroking himself, his grip tight, imagining it was your pussy wrapped around him, trying to milk his cock for his cum. Flicking his tongue and rubbing faster, fiercer as he whimpering into your sex. He didn't think he could last much longer.
Neither could you.
It wasn't long until either of you reached orgasm.
When you buckled your hips in time with his thrusts, against his mouth, he came. Ropes of thick, white, milky cum burst from his cock, soaking his hand, in-between his fingers, your inner thigh and the shower room floor. His eyes closed-shut tight as a breathless gasp left him. He came so fast and hard that his vision nearly blackened, jolts of lightning and pleasure shivers shot from the top of his head, zipping down his spine to his throbbing and pulsing shaft.
Hearing the proud, strong, dangerous yakuza pant and whine. Sounding so pussy drunk and needy. His muffled voice sends delicious vibrating against your overstimulated clitoris and core, your legs turning into jelly as he caught you and fully supported your waist, rising to his feet to kiss you hard on the mouth. His tongue capturing yours again in a hard and possessive kiss, which snapped the cord and causing you to climax again.
You cry into his greedy, mouth, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue. Such a lewd and scandalous thing for Kai to even do on his own. You figured Hawks or maybe even Dabi would eat you out so fiercely, then ravage you with heated, unbothered and hunger kisses... but not Kai. This made your toes curl, shuddering and whimpering, melting further into the mob boss.
You two finally parted for air. Lung burning and desperate for air, yet neither wanted to part as Kai stopped his fingers but didn't withdraw.
Kai was quieter than you'd expected.
When his satisfied and bright, golden eyes met yours. You couldn't help but reach up and trace the scar Magne had given him. Your touch was gentle and tender against the sensitive skin. "Does-" You pant, swallowing thickly, then try again. "Does it still hurt?"
Kai's eyes widen in surprise. No one had ever asked him. Then again, he didn't bother voicing his opinion. He'd kept the scar as a reminder. Reminder how close to death he'd become. "It becomes agitated during the rain and cold," he finally admitted, closing his eyes and leading closer into your warm touch. "It only hurts when I have a pain splitting headache." He reopens his eyes, blushing deeply and earnestly.
You both bask in the afterglow.
You become quickly aware how soaking wet you lower lips had become. You were embarrassed that you were still turned on and horny, greedy for more. Then you thought of something you were curious about. Wondering if the claims were true that The Plague Masked wearing self-proclaimed doctor had a medical kink. Well, the worst he can say is no, right? Or laugh in your face. Deciding to throw caution into the wind you went all in.
"Do you want me to cure you, Doctor Overhaul?" Your pant, gasping for air. Your head dizzy from the rush and high of your second orgasm. Your breasts felt heavy, lower lips dampening, wetter between his fingers.
Kai didn't immediately answer. He watched with interest as you stepped away to give him a playful swish of your hips.
Kai’s lips move hungrily against yours.
You twist your head to the side to steal a breath. "We should hurry —"
Kai grabs your chin and covers your mouth with his and doesn’t let you finish the thought. "Don't think about them. Don't worry about anything, except for me and the pleasure I am willingly giving you, angel," he growls between fierce and possessive kisses. He withdrew his fingers, clutching your harder against him, pumping himself again to complete hardness, shamelessly using your own release as lubrication. "Only on me," he hooks one of his muscular forearms beneath your knees to spread you open wider, then guiding his swollen member to your wet, ready, empty canal.
You cling onto him, biting your lower lip as anticipation became torturous.
You stared at him.
Kai stared back, he didn't glance away but only for a moment. Watching the tip of his cockhead tease the entrance and hot opening to your pussy. He raised a brow, halting to remeet your eyes. "Is this truly what you want?" Something raw flickering past the haze of lust and passion. "Claim you here and not bedding your properly beneath your bed or mine? Taking you like a shameless, paid whore?"
His words and consideration, then cracks of gentleness rising to the surface shocked you.
"Yes," you nodded your head, leaning forward to trail your kiss swollen lips along his clenching jaw. "I want you like this, Kai. Claim me. Fuck me, show me the man beneath the villainous mask that you wear." You feel him begin to slowly, painstakingly slow, thrust his hips forward, parting your lower lips to slip into your welcoming, hot canal.
A voice called out from outside the shower.
"Are you two done shooting a free porno in there?" Dabi's voice rang through the men's locker room. "The gym is lockin' up f'er the night!"
You and Kai pause.
You pout in disappointment.
Kai's irritation at being interrupted evident by how fast his golden, sharp eyes narrowed and the click of his tongue. "I swear, I'm going to kill them." He muttered bitterly beneath his breath.
You exhale a breath through your nose and kiss Kai on the mouth, drawing his attention back to you. "It's okay." You whisper, giving him a soft reassuring smile, blushing. "We can try again another time."
Kai sighs, kissing you back, then pressing his forehead against yours. "I'll hold you to keep that promise." He leaned back, lowering your leg and helping you stand and guiding you two back to the shower to hastily rise off. "Don't ever force yourself, if you aren't feeling up to the task." He muttered softly without meeting your gaze.
"You aren't forcing me to do anything." You wrap your arms around him, pressing yourself and your nude body into his back.
"Do you think he killed her?" Keigo's voice breaks the intimate atmosphere now.
"He better not," Tomura chimes in, clearly pissed and wanting to go home.
Kai turns off the shower, hands you a towel, quickly drying himself and putting on his clothes, drawing the curtain back, glaring at the three nosy, noisy men standing directly across from the shower.
Dabi's lips quirk smugly. "Ah," he fakes pouting, "Big bad yakuza stuck with blue balls?"
Kai didn't acknowledge him. He simply, picked up your bag, then reentered the shower to help you unpack and redress.
Kai even wrapped you in his iconic green, purple fur-lined bombers jacket as he led you outside, wrapping an arm around you and guiding you past the three stunned onlookers. He walked you home, led you to your bedroom, gave you a chaste kiss and wished you goodnight as you were left blinking, standing outside your bedroom and completely shocked by tonights turn of events.
You saw both Dabi and Overhaul naked.
You grinded on the flame using until you came.
Then, after comforting the yakuza boss you let him give you oral and nearly had sex with him.
You groan in embarrassment, covering your hand into your burning face. "Dammit, now I feel like a slut." How were Hawks and Shigaraki going to handle this? Breakfast in the morning is going to be awkward as hell. You think to yourself as you retreat into your bedroom, locking the door this time.
No one visited you.
You slept like the dead, completely out.
No dreams plaguing your mind that night, which you were grateful for.
No visions of past lives.
Reincarnations.
Just good ol' sleep.
Come morning, Dabi, Shigaraki and Hawks left to start their new jobs.
Chisaki watched without expression as he examined it. It was a simple token of appreciation and a slightly simple romantic gesture on his part. After last night's... Extra-curricular activities. Everyone else was already at work and except for you and him. The brunette yakuza woke up early, proceeded to get ready as usual, heading out the door to walk into the closest florist and picked out a simple bouquet. Nothing over the stop. Simple, yet meaningful. Easy to carry back home on foot as he snuck back into the house, rearranging everything on the table, then made breakfast and coffee.
He calmed his breathing when your alarm clock went off, signalling you were walking up for the day. Ignoring his face becoming heated, his palms sweating or his irregular heartbeat as he focused on cooking a simple batch of pancakes, bacon and cheesy scrambled eggs. Flipping on the coffee maker as he set the table, sat down and waited.
Kai had timed every right. Down to the last minute by the time you walked down the hallway minutes later, rubbing your eyes and heading towards the kitchen as you muttered beneath your breath, still half awake and half sleep despite the warm shower you took, "Coffee, coffee, coffee." He felt his lips quirk an inch higher in amusement. It became an odd montra you'd react every morning as you walked past the kitchen table and directly towards the coffee marker, going the simple motions of making your coffee. He'd already set everything you needed: sugar at the bottom of the cup, spoon laid out on the spoon holder on the right, your favorite cup in the middle, then your chilled coffee creamer on your left.
The arouma of coffee and freshly made breakfast, everything still steaming and popping hot hit his nose and made his stomach shift in hunger, but he ignored it for the time being.
After completing your overly sugar coated coffee you twirled slowly, leaned against the counter and took your first sip of coffee with your eyes closed. You inhaled it then brought it to your lips and sipped it, Kai watched you swallow it and hum in satisfaction. He embarrassingly squirmed in his seat, reminiscing what you had down last night... with your mouth and hands. Swallowing thickly and licking his lips, inwardly groaning when you moaned. God, he swears you are making the inappropriate and sinful noise on purpose to get a rise out of him.
Lowering his gaze back down to the column he's read three times to appear busy when you finally open your eyes and notice everything on the kitchen table.
Observing as you took the small bouquet of roses and lilies into your arms, setting them in a vase, all but one from the half dozen to sample the fragrance. A smile rising as you touch the soft petals with your fingertips.
"Thank you, Kai." You hummed to yourself. "How did you know roses and lilies were my favorite?"
His cheeks colored beneath his black duster mask. His body instantly remembered your heated, soft caressed along his body, giving him service, pleasure and further fueling his obsession. "You were staring at them intently and with longing when you thought no one was looking on route to the gym yesterday." Kai spoke, his voice calm, logical and light.
You noticed him sitting in your seat on the couch, reading the newspaper when you knew he was watching you. "Won't you join me for breakfast?" You glance over your shoulder, peering at him with a coy smile and come hither stare. You recognized the intense hunger, his golden hues bright and dark. Promising one of the original sins of the bible. His eagerness and precious control threatened to break and give into his inner demons, depravity and awakened addiction fix and lustful craving.
He came towards you and lightly touched her face with his fingers. "How can I deny you when you stare at me with unshameful boldness and want?"
You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck. "I'm walking on cloud nine." You smiled, eyes growing heavy lidded. "If I could, I would fly."
He surprised you by lowering his mask and placed a chaste, reverenced kiss on your forehead. His eyes seemed darker, larger, and kinder. " I want..." He stopped, then grew flustered and turned away. He laughed in spite of himself.
A gentle silence fell between them.
You cupped his unmasked cheek. His heated skin felt warm beneath your touch, "Hey, it's okay to take our time and be happy. Enjoy the afterglow and honeymoon phase of our relationship." You stare back at the flowers and breakfast. "Let's eat and talk." You wink. "If we hurry, we can do more... unsolicited and naughty explorations before you drop me off at work, deal?"
"You drive a hard bargain, angel." Kai whispers in your ear, lowering his head to place a claiming bite down on your neck, not enough to break the skin, but hard to leave teeth mark of ownership.
You moan, eyes closed half shut in pleasure. Your hands gripping the back of his black dress shirt, nails digging into the fabric. You held a familiar hardness pressing half mass and throbbing against your lower abdomen. "If we keep this up breakfast will get cold." You gasp, his hands clamping onto your waist, dragging your closer, chests flushed together.
You swear you heard a growl of frustration radiate from the back of his throat.
--- end of chapter 21 ----
I really need to stop writing and editing when I'm half asleep on my phone. X////x Opps.
But it's finally done!
The heat and tension, mixed fillings and secrets out between Kai and mc.
Thoughts!
Poor Kai and mc were sooo close to finally banging... and Dabi had to ruin it. XD Jealous, greedy blue flamed hellcat.
I meant to post this after Kai's birthday fanfic, but... I fell asleep. I swear to God, I hit saved, but it posed halfway finished... so if anyone is confused that's why. Dammit. X////x
Happy birthday, Kai! Gotta feed myself and my fellow Overhaul fangirlies!
