[Ch 7 - All of You, a Villain All Might x 3rd Person Reader fic. She has no name and no hair/eye/skin color so you can easily self-insert. Stalker kink, praise kink, consensual kink, brat taming, dub-con. Chapter starts off with smut in case that's all you're here for – lots of plot to be had this chapter! Also some more smut 3/5ths in. This chapter contains a nod to Samnit's Attachment with a character named the Artisan, as their fic inspired me to write this one. Want to see the amazing Yagi art I had comissioned for the fic? Check it out! /Lisholoz/status/1477373871401668612/photo/1]
It was just another night of his back-and-forth games in her apartment, she thought to herself as she muffled a moan into her pillow. Another morning without Yagi, another day without hearing from Sekijiro, another phone app date with a stranger at a bar flopping, another walk home interrupted by this damned broody blonde pulling her into an alley to grind and touch her until she was breathless, another night panting and moaning and begging in her bed…rinse and repeat. Her two-week vacation was meant to be spent back home in the States, then it was meant to be spent healing the villain that broke into her room in the dead of night, but at the moment it was being spent with her back arched like a cat in heat, her ass in the air and face pressed into the pillow she clung desperately to.
Yagi's massive hands were curled around her rear and thighs, fingers digging firmly into her skin to hold her still through every thrash, his thumbs pressing into and lifting the cheeks of her perfectly rounded ass. She whined and tried to squirm away from him, but his vigorous and unrelenting tongue chased her puckered hole hungrily with every sway of her hips, sweeping his tongue over it again and again.
She pressed the side of her face into her pillow, catching a glimpse of him from over her shoulder to watch him deliver stroke after devastating stroke of his wicked tongue, seeing his black and blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction at every blow. The moment their eyes locked his grip on her hardened until it was impossible to shift her hips away, holding her fast as his tongue spear-headed into her ass without warning. She cried out and begged him to stop but did not tap out, not even as he probed further and deeper with his impossibly long tongue until she was writhing and gasping.
He watched her face the whole time with eyes half-hooded in pleasure, enjoying the sight of her blushing and keening. If his tongue wasn't buried in her, his smile would be thoroughly mocking, loving how she kept telling him no despite never truly trying to stop him. Yagi only pulled back once he felt her relaxing against his invading silken appendage, rumbling with approval with how quickly she adjusted to the foreign sensation. "Such a good girl," he murmured as he rose to his knees behind her, grabbing the small bottle of lube he had retrieved from one of her drawers before stripping her – she had stopped asking him how he knew where everything was long ago.
She shifted her thighs together uneasily, spreading the mess of her last climax trailing down them, still finding no sense in why he did not insist on licking every bit of it away like he had every other night she had a failed date. The last week and a half followed a predictable pattern: he'd help her find her release with his hand or his mouth then wick it away before finding a new position to sheath himself into her cunt, rutting her into another peak before he found his own relief… Unless her date was almost a success. It was as if he knew when the conversation was pleasurable or if they touched her with any familiarity at the bar – perhaps he could just see it on her face, which is why he was so determined to fuck it until his load coated the back of her throat? Was she so obvious? The thought was quickly pushed from her mind as she felt the sudden cold wetness of lube dribbling onto her, making her gasp.
Her gasp quickly turned into an aching moan as he mounted her without warning, his thick length finding his mark and slamming into her, gliding on her own slick and burying himself to the hilt in her cunt. It was a strange juxtaposition of sensation, the pleasurable burning stretch as she adjusted to the size of his cock paired with the frigid lube coating her puckered hole, slowly warming to her body temperature. But even that feeling was abruptly interrupted by the tender nudge of his forefinger against the entrance of her rear, prodding and gently easing in until she shuddered and cried out, burying her face into her pillow once again to hide her shame.
"Shh, I know, I know," his words were soothing but his tone so wretched, the impish curve of his lips somehow audible as he spoke. Both holes were clutching and squeezing around him deliciously as she tried to accommodate his dual entry, making him groan loud and low, his hips instinctively twitching and canting in an attempt to somehow burrow deeper into the spasm of her cunt. "That's it, kitten, you're taking it so well," he murmured as he slid his finger further in until her crease was flush with his third knuckle, renewing the convulsing of her muscles all over again.
Yagi's strangled groan was in time with her soft moan, his free hand petting and coaxing her, trying to pacify her into relaxing as he slowly drew his finger out and pressed it back in once more, testing her receptiveness by how she stiffened and whimpered. He rocked his hips into her slowly, carefully dragging it across the spot inside her that drew her sweet cries of ecstasy, trying to give her a gentle simmer of pleasure to balance out the pinch of pain as a second lubed finger delved into her.
She cursed through shallow breaths as he inched in little by little, struggling to keep her rear in the air when it was so tempting to just crumple into herself. The only thing grounding her was the slowly building tension in her core as he fucked her, tethered by the knots he wove with each stroke, getting closer and closer to coming undone. When her body became soft and accepting of his fingers he began rhythmically pumping them into her, starting with a gentle and leisurely pace then working up to matching the speed of his thrusts, alternating with pushing into one hole as he eased out the other. "You're taking it so well," he murmured, his black and blue eyes fixed upon where they were joined.
Her moaning and whining into the pillow steadily increased as she was pushed closer and closer to the edge, her hands twisting the fabric as it swallowed her aching sounds. The way she was growing taut around him prompted him to change up tactics, switching from alternating to methodically plunging into both depths in tandem, laughing breathlessly behind her when she gasped and cried out at the new sensation. It tapered to a dark chuckle, "Just like that, kitten."
She felt so full, too full, the feeling so foreign but thrilling as Yagi's long fingers took up so much room within even when his massive cock was buried inside her, stealing her breath every time. Sometimes it felt almost as if they were rubbing together, the pressure of them every time they collided so intense and sharp that each plunge was a torrent of pleasure and sweet agony. It all gave way to her burying a loud cry into the pillow, her body clamping and convulsing around him as she found her release. Yagi ceased thrusting in favor of grinding himself into her while fully seated, savoring every wave of her squeezing and tensing upon his cock while his fingers continued pumping, murmuring a steady stream of intelligible soft praises. His voice was strained by the time she had finished unraveling, his blonde bangs falling into his face, "That's right, you're such a good girl for me."
A wicked smile was creeping onto his lips as he began thrusting again, his fingers stilling within her as he snapped his hips up into her at a relentless pace, racing to his own finish. "Are you ready?" He leaned his body over hers, his free hand grabbing the back of her neck in anticipation of holding her in place. The side of her face was pressed into the pillow, her eyes closed tightly and biting her lip to stifle a moan as she gave a weak nod.
Just as he felt his bollocks start to twitch with relief he withdrew from both holes, his hand notching his cock against her ass before slowly easing it in. She gasped and writhed beneath him even as he only peeked the first few inches of his length in, so much wider and thicker than his two fingers, making him groan as her body tightened and clenched around his swollen cockhead. "Say it, tell me you're mine," he hissed, his breathing labored.
Her cheeks flushed but she obeyed, whispering the words, "I'm yours." His hand went to work stroking the remainder of his member, squeezing and twisting himself down his shaft until his hips twitched and shuddered, refraining from slamming into her as he filled her puckered hole with a thick wet heat.
"Good girl," he grunted out with each spurt, waiting until he had emptied himself into her entirely before pulling out to admire his handiwork, watching rivets of his seed spill out as she squirmed and trail down her crease with a wretched satisfaction. Yagi reached across the bed for his phone, shamelessly taking a photo of her ass in the air, framing in the way she was blushing furiously and glaring up at him from over her shoulder.
She finally lowered herself to lay flat on the bed and huffed a sigh into her pillow, averting her gaze from him. He was taking pictures of her with increasing regularity, only ever on the nights she had enjoyed herself while out with work friends or strangers – like anytime she had a sense of normality he'd barrel in and find a way to make her pay for it, to pull her back to him. "What exactly was that 'punishment' for?" Her tone was saturated in irritation, repeating the word he had used when he cornered her on the way home.
Yagi hadn't intended to phrase it so plainly, but his emotions had gotten away from him – he could still hear the way she laughed at a strangers joke, had seen her perched on his lap at a bar through her phone camera, the way she bit her lip and smiled for him… "Did you finally find someone willing to take you out on a second date, princess?" He ground out the words through gritted teeth, his resentment getting the better of him again. He didn't know why he couldn't resist watching and listening in through her tapped phone even when the jealousy inevitably tore him apart, why he couldn't just let her *be* when he was perfectly aware he was the reason she was hurting and seeking out any sort of comfort she could find in his absence.
Tiny fractures. Every time he said something like that, it chipped away at whatever feeling she had left for him, like he was intent on slowly breaking her heart. There were no more reverent touches or longing kisses, always rough and to the point now, pulling his lips out of reach every time she sought out that gentle affection. She was sure he knew it stung each time, as he always followed up the rejection by ensuring that hurt gave way to ecstasy, spurred on to please her in any other way. She just wasn't entitled to that part of him anymore, and maybe that was for the best. "What if I did? What if I decide to keep seeing someone, to take them home and cut you out?" Her brows knitted together, thinking of Sekijiro – they hadn't seen each other since their first unofficial date, but only because the ball was entirely in her court to make the next move. And just like with every fucking date she had been on, it all fell flat because she inevitably couldn't keep herself from thinking about Yagi. She had secretly been relieved the first few times he showed up to corner her, but now…it was all going downhill. Fast.
He grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her so she was laying on her back, watching her scramble away while pulling the bedsheets over herself the moment they locked eyes. He was glaring, a soundless snarl twisting his lips, cheeks tinged pink with anger. "I'd let you put on a little show for me until they leave," he tugged the bedding linens out of her hand, eyes roving over her exposed body hungrily, "then I'd fuck you until you forget all about them."
She gaped at him in disbelief, "You think I'd let you watch? What are you going to do, tear down all my curtains?"
"Do you think you can stop me?" He threw the sheets back down at her, climbing off the bed and grabbing his clothes, intent on cutting out early tonight. Every morning it got harder and harder to leave her, rapidly losing faith he'd be able to go unscathed tomorrow. He could see what he was so clearly when dawn came and hated it, watching himself let her down over and over, trying to let her go gently and never getting it right.
She sat up, drawing her sheets around herself, unsure of how much longer she could take this. "I'm supposed to be healing you. You were going to cut me loose after that, remember? Why are you dragging this out?" He shut her down every time she offered ever since she had finished regenerating his stomach, as if he couldn't risk letting her make him whole because he wasn't ready to let her go.
He froze, staring down at the shirt in his hand with misplaced intensity. "Do you want to get rid of me, then?"
She laughed humorlessly, shaking her head, "There's no way you're actually this clueless." She laid back down on the bed, dragging her hands up the sides of her face and into her hair in frustration. The part of her that was genuinely trying to move on before it ended was…tired. Exhausted. He was holding onto every piece of her without giving her anything in return. Did he not know? Or was he just too proud? She'd have to make a fool of herself just to be sure, it seemed. "You…every night you make me say 'I'm yours.'" She swallowed thickly, not sure how else to put it, all-too-aware that the word 'love' would send him running. "I'm yours, Toshinori – are you mine?"
Yagi tensed, unable to say everything he wanted to say. "Is that all you want?" was all he could manage. But his features softened, understanding why she worded it the way she did. He kept his voice gruff and low, but that deep baritone carried so well. "This can't…we can't possibly work. Do you just want to hear it?"
She knew that, right? Of course she did. "It would be enough," she caught her lower lip between her teeth, staring up at the ceiling impassively, her expression guarded. Hell, she'd settle for that. "We don't have to put a name to whatever this is, just…acknowledge that it's *something.*" That was enough to keep it from falling apart, to keep her from falling apart.
Yagi's lips twisted wryly before he resumed putting on his shirt, tugging it down over his half-smooth half-puckered scar. He needed time with whatever this was, whatever she needed him to say or be. He didn't want to say the words just because she asked, but was determined to extend an olive branch until the right time came. "I'm going to pick you up in the morning. Be ready by 7."
It wasn't what she wanted to hear, it wasn't even a question or request, but she couldn't help the hope that swelled in her chest. "Are you going to show me where you run off to every morning?" She turned her head, looking at him through the gap in her arm, her hands still in her hair.
Yagi stared at his hands, buckling the belt of his jeans, his golden brows tangled into a deep furrow. "I'm trusting you to keep what you see and anyone you meet between us." He frowned, glancing back over to her, "And to not ask any questions."
"I think I can manage that," she turned onto her side so her back faced him, trying to hide feeling wounded over him still wanting to leave.
His hands flexed at his sides, staring at the way her sheets dipped down exposing her back to him, resisting every impulse to strip and climb back into bed with her. But he knew he'd get carried away if he got too close in this moment, how he'd expose himself in the way he held and kissed her, what foolish things he'd say or promise.
There was a long stretch of unbearable silence that made her skin prickle before she heard the balcony door slide open then close. She let out a sigh after the soft shuffle of his soles on the ledge told her he had jumped down, burying her face into her pillow again and wondering what it all meant to him – what she meant to him. Maybe she'd never truly find out.
– – – –
Come morning she was leaning against the exterior wall of her apartment building in fitted jeans and an oversized gray cashmere sweater, staring idly at her phone while she waited for him to arrive, barely noticing when a luxury car with tinted windows parked at the curb. She only peered up when she was engulfed by Yagi's shadow, finding him standing in front of her wearing an all-black ensemble consisting of a button-down shirt, fitted suit trousers, tailored jacket, and a skinny tie. She rose up off the wall so quickly that she stumbled forward at the mere sight of him, looking Yagi over with wide eyes and finding herself breathless - he was devastatingly striking in such polished attire, yet still roguish and unapproachable. "Am I under-dressed? I can run back up and change."
"There's no need," he ran his hand through his hair, the back of it shaggy but not as unruly as usual, his long blonde bangs framing his face. "I have some rules for you before we get in," he took a step forward, making her press her back into the wall. He was studying her face, noting the subtle makeup, how mesmerizing her eyes were, the curve of her full lips – he had to pinch the bridge of his nose to snap himself out of the train of thought he was rapidly hurtling towards, keeping his voice low but terse. "Where we are going, I am only known as Yagi. That is all you're to call me by. I'm considered All Might's middleman and run this side of his…enterprise, shall we say?" He canted his head to the side and locked his gaze with hers. "You'll stay silent in the car. I will let you know when you are allowed to speak candidly with me, but otherwise, do not act overly familiar. Do you understand?"
She peeked out from behind him to look at the idling vehicle, seeing the driver dutifully waiting beside the open back door but out of earshot. There were so many questions she wanted to ask but his demeanor made it clear now was not the time.
They rode in silence side-by-side in the spacious back seat, his driver chancing curious glances back at her in the rear-view mirror until he caught Yagi staring daggers at him in the reflection. His golden brows pointed down into a scowl, his black and blue eyes dark and foreboding, mouth pressed into a grim line. He cast her a side-long look as if trying to determine what assumptions were being made, his hands balling into fists beside him before he caught himself and relaxed. Her cheeks warmed but she pointedly stared out the window until his phone chimed mid-way through the drive, finally turning toward him to quietly watch Yagi send and receive messages with an unreadable expression the remainder of the ride there.
'There' was…not what she was expecting. It was a strip mall attached to a run-down 6-story parking structure in an industrial part of town fronted by 5 individual units: a for-sale laundromat, a tailor, a vacant space, a 'We Fix It' tech repair shop, and a sketchy-looking pawn shop. Yagi was holding open the tailor shop door and waiting expectantly as the driver pulled away, utterly unfazed by her bewilderment.
The shop had chipped linoleum tiles, plastic yellow chairs, and 2 orange laminate countertops manned by a high school boy with deep amber-hued skin and a smattering of freckles like flecks of onyx across his nose and cheeks. He had a stack of textbooks laid out before him, standing between racks of plastic-encased garments and a thick red curtain divider. She offered a smile in greeting but his eyes immediately shifted to Yagi, seeming to do a double-take. He was looking him over warily with considerable confusion, as if noting some not-so-subtle changes in his appearance given his prior healing sessions. "I feel like I've missed a lot in the last several weeks," he scratched his cheek nervously and stepped to the far-end of one counter, leaving the gap open for them to walk through. Yagi huffed a derisive breath through his nose despite the way the corner of his lips upturned in mild amusement at the boy's comment, responding only with a curt nod before grabbing her wrist to guide her through the curtains.
They walked through a small maze of dingy hallways and doors, down two flights of dimly-lit stairs before passing through what appeared to be a janitor's closet. She nearly tripped over her own feet once she saw what was concealed behind the double-doors: Tall ceilings with brightly-lit crystal chandeliers, plush red and gold patterned carpet, black velvet chairs and couches, gold-veined marble coffee tables, walls covered in floor-to-ceiling red curtains, gaudy gold racks and matching tables full of clothes, a black wood pedestal, and a handful of curtain-covered fitting rooms at the very far back of the immense room. It took several long moments to process everything she was seeing – there were no windows, and the extent at which the room extended back meant the hidden basement of the stripmall went deep into the underground portions of the parking structure that was behind it.
Yagi released her wrist, leaving her to stand and stare in awe as he strode over to a gentleman standing at the center of the room. Were all of the units in the strip mall like this? Lavish secret dens? She blinked away the levy of questions threatening to break free, zeroing in on the man Yagi was quietly conversing with. He wore a fine blue suit and tan leather gloves that matched his polished shoes, his hair and neatly-trimmed beard made up of tight gray curls with the same rich topaz skin and peppering of freckles as the young boy upstairs. Yagi gestured for her to come closer, touching the small of her back to gently guide her up the steps of the pedestal. "This is the Artisan. He'll be fitting you for something more appropriate to wear through the evening."
The Artisan smiled warmly, his face open and welcoming as if greeting an old friend. "Yagi tells me he'd like you to be measured for a dress. Do you have any textiles or colors you object to?" He glanced down to his waist where attached to his belt hung a braid of numerous fabrics and colors woven together. He pinched a loose strand of white silk from it between his thumb and forefinger until a ribbon of it shot out, curling through the air as if moving of its own volition, hovering beside her.
Her eyes flickered from the stream of fabric to his hand then back to him, her eyebrows raised curiously. "No, no objections – I'd hate for you to go through the trouble though, is there something off a rack that would work?"
He cocked his head to the side and grinned, "It's no trouble at all, I only need a few minutes to make something custom depending on the complexity." His hand tucked into his pocket and retrieved a wrought gold circlet with numerous swatches secured to it, a gold tag with the name 'Yagi' stamped onto it hanging at the end. "May I measure you?" He glanced up to the coiling stream of silk and back to her.
As soon as she nodded the ribbon began flitting around her, occasionally wrapping around a limb or body part to size it out before retracting back into the braided mix of materials hanging at his hip. "Yagi says your shoe size is a 7, is that right?" He glanced back to Yagi after she nodded again, making her realize Yagi was slowly circling the pedestal, prowling like a predator tracking his prey. "Ah, thank you Kohaku," the Artisan flashed a smile at the young boy from upstairs who approached with a thick leather binder, the pair of them appearing politely unperturbed by Yagi's unusual demeanor.
Yagi paused mid-step when he locked eyes with her, his eyes darting from one of the curtain-covered fitting rooms before landing back on her. "Add a tie, vest, and jacket for me to match."
"Now that Kohaku is back we can ready some of your accessories you requested last week," the Artisan added as he pinched a small swatch of black silk between his fingers, the square of fabric erupting into a large swath that he effortlessly caught and draped over his arm. He set it atop a wood and gold-inlay chest of drawers beside the pedestal she stood on before thumbing through the circlet of fabrics to produce another massive wave of material for a suit jacket.
She watched in awe as he folded bits of the fabric and pinched his fingers across the creases, sometimes leaving a path of stitching in their wake and other times slicing away the excess, eventually coming away with a tailored suit jacket to throw over a standing rack, freeing up his hands to attach black silk to the lapels by merely tracing his fingertips over the two cuts of fabric, the finished product looking seamless.
Kohaku was flipping through stiff black pages until he found one with Yagi's name stamped on it covered in buttons, squares of leather, and chips of metal. He touched a scrap of leather and generated a whole belt-sized strip out of thin air, pausing only when he heard Yagi clear his throat.
Yagi was halfway up the steps of the pedestal, offering his hand out for her to take and guide her down. His arm snaked around her waist, pressing her body into his side, seeming to get progressively more handsy the longer they spent in the shop.
But she couldn't help looking away and back to the pair at work, watching Kohaku use his fingertips to etch delicate patterns into a metal buckle he had somehow attached to the leather in the short time she was distracted, meanwhile the Artisan was wrapping up pinching together the silk of a vest and thin black tie for Yagi. She leaned away from him to get a better look at the new pages Kohaku thumbed through, seeing brush strokes of nail polish and makeup, pages with fur and feathers, wool and nylon, even flecks of minerals and precious stones – any material she could think of had a sample swatch to work from. "Can both of you make copies of everything in there?" She asked excitedly, feeling Yagi pull her just a little tighter to him.
Kohaku smiled shyly, "My dad works with textiles, but my mom does precious stones, metal, wood…I got a little bit of both and then some." He turned away, keeping one finger pressed to a button in the binder and using his other hand to pinch his way down Yagi's jacket, leaving a gleaming black metal button at each indent he made.
"What's your favorite medium to work with?" Her hands pressed into Yagi's chest, the gesture seeming to appease him despite her attention being elsewhere.
He hummed in thought for a moment, "Ah, probably makeup?" Kohaku slipped the jacket off the standing rack and set it down so the Artisan could replace it with the long swath of black silk, immediately getting to work cutting shapes and making seams of tight stitching with expert precision. Kohaku flipped back through the binder again, generating a blanket of black mesh from a square on the page, setting it aside for his father to work on after. "I also like making shoes, though."
Yagi snatched his readied clothes off the chest of drawers, his patience finally wearing thin, and took hold of her wrist to haul her away towards the dressing rooms at the far end of the shop. She smiled apologetically over her shoulder as she was dragged off before shooting Yagi a quizzical look. "What is your *deal*?" She hissed, trying to tug her wrist back but finding his grip so tight it was nearly bruising. "What happened to not acting overly familiar? You can't keep your fucking hands off of me!" He pulled her through the velvet curtains of a spacious dressing room, shoving her down onto a cushioned settee that lined the wall opposite a large mirror.
"You're just going to have to adjust on the fly here, princess. Unless you want to be sent back home?" He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it down next to her before getting to work loosening and removing his tie. "The Artisan and his wife have been business partners of mine for years. They are two out of a handful of people who know me in both forms," he hesitated, looking from the pile of new clothes and back to his hands, debating whether he wanted to disrobe further given their temporary privacy. "I don't usually bring people around unless it's strictly for business," his gaze darted back to her, moving lasciviously up and down her body with clear intent.
"Am I here on business, then?" She squared her shoulders and crossed her legs demurely, looking up at him with a haughty smile. "Since when do business partners get matching outfits? Do you have all of your associates fitted for black silk dresses?" She tilted her head to the side, watching him tense at her words. "What exact sort of *business* am I supposed to be conducting with you?" Her eyes narrowed, gaze suddenly withering with implication, sizing him up in a way he hadn't seen since she last considered physically fighting him off with a fucking bat.
His breathing quickened with the thrill of a challenge, a crooked grin exposing his canines. "If anyone thinks you are *for hire* I assure you that I will thoroughly enjoy tearing them limb from limb," he breathed out before wetting his lips with his tongue, letting it graze over one of his two pointed teeth before drawing it back in. "I don't think you fully understand the scope of power I have as Yagi…and certainly not as All Might. You haven't seen what lies beyond here, and even that won't be the full picture," he reached down to grab her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting it up and admiring the arrogance on her exquisite face. Who did she think she was, sinking her nails into his heart with that heated glare? His eyes wandered down to her mouth, his breath stuttering in his chest at the way her full smirking lips had a gravity all their own, always pulling him in, rising like the tide reaching for the moon.
His line of thought was interrupted by the sound of squeaking wheels approaching from behind the curtain followed by the Artisan politely clearing his throat sight-unseen. "I have everything you requested be prepared for today here on the cart, with the remainder of the items you ordered to be delivered and installed at their appropriate locations this evening. We'll be in the office with Takara if you have any final adjustments to make, so please take your time." Yagi could hear the smile in his voice with the unspoken offer of further seclusion from their company – the usually-standoffish old goat was doing a piss-poor job hiding how unabashedly pleased he was to finally meet the woman healing him and preoccupying all of his free time.
Yagi released her chin, reaching past the curtain to pull in a tall gold and mirrored cart laden with covered black gift boxes, her finished dress neatly folded atop them. His eyes darted between her and the black silk, his thoughts heady with desire. He could take his time with the promise of privacy – the family's office was well out of earshot. Yagi waited until he heard the old man's footsteps recede, his deep voice suddenly commanding, "Take off your clothes, kitten."
She had caught that glimmer of longing on his face before the Artisan approached, her brows still tangled in thought when he demanded she strip. "I may not have a full understanding of what it is you do other than break shit around my apartment and be an asshole to me, but I can assure you that even if –" she squeaked indignantly as he grabbed the collar of her sweater, pulling her to her feet before tipping his face down to slant his mouth over hers, lips eager and insistent, his tongue slipping out to deftly trace her lower lip. The sensation made her lips part, Yagi seizing the opportunity to sweep his full tongue into her mouth, swallowing her delighted moan as her eyes fluttered shut. When was the last time he kissed her like this? Her body melted against his, gently sucking at his silken appendage and spurring him to deepen the kiss, stealing her breath away.
One arm snaked around her waist while his other dipped between them, fingertips unfastening and unzipping the front of her jeans before tugging them down roughly until they sat just below the crease where her beautifully rounded ass met her thighs. She withdrew from the kiss only to come up for air, gasping softly before leaning in for more, making Yagi chuckle as he teasingly brushed his lips over hers. He lifted his head away, denying her mouth any further attention, turning his gaze to their reflection in the mirror so he could admire the way her rear swallowed the fabric of her thong. His hands shifted to grab at both cheeks greedily, spreading them apart, vividly recalling the way he had used her the night before…his cock strained against his trousers, pressing insistently against her navel with their absurd difference in height.
"Not here," she glared up at him defiantly, her pride a little stung by his wordless rejection to kiss her again after spending nearly two weeks putting his lips everywhere but her mouth. "I can undress and dress myself," she tried to pull herself out of his arms but found his grasp unforgiving, his eyes flashing dangerously at her attempt to push away.
His answering growl rumbled through his chest, eyes narrow and assessing as they swept over her face, trying to suss out her level of determination to defy him. "Let me be perfectly clear here, princess. You're going to obey my every command while we're under this collective roof, do you understand?" His hands squeezed the pert flesh of her ass painfully, making her wince against his chest. They shifted to yank down the elastic of her thong from her hips before he stooped to pull it down in tandem with her jeans until they were mid-way down her thighs, his face now at level with hers. He licked at her lips, pressing his tongue in briefly to make her squirm. "I'm going to show you off, make you sit prettily on my lap, let them see me touch you," he lifted one of her thighs so her pants slid down her legs and pooled around her black flats before letting his hands roam up, catching the hem of her cashmere sweater and starting to drag it up slowly, his gaze devouring every new inch of skin he exposed.
Her breathing quickened into soft panting at his words, the soft blush creeping across her cheeks intensifying when he pulled the sweater up and over her head, tossing it aside. "I'm not making any promises, Yagi," her tone simmered between wretched need and anger as he reached behind her to unhook her bra before stepping back and shamelessly admiring her naked body. Her skin was dotted with little pinpricks of cold as it met the air, her nipples already pebbled and aching from desire rather than the change in temperature.
"Are you so eager to be punished, kitten?" He kept his unwavering gaze fixed on her as he reached into a box on the cart, the blue of his eyes bright and intense like twin flames burning in pitch-black coal. His hand came back with a see-through black mesh bra he passed to her and a pair of sheer black crotchless nylons, a finely-stitched seam running up the back of each leg ending in small bow details. She hastily slipped the bra on, momentarily taken aback by her reflection – it fit perfectly without any adjustments needed, exaggerating the high swell of her breasts with her hardened nipples plainly visible through the silk-like mesh fabric.
Yagi sank to his knees in front of her, carefully lifting each leg to toss her shoes and discarded pants aside before rolling the stockings in his hands and guiding her feet into them one by one. He slowly unraveled them going up her calves, leaning in to nip and lick at her thighs and hips as he went until she was drawing in ragged breaths, his eyes flitting between his hands and her scandalously see-through bra.
Her fingers slipped down to grab fistfuls of his shaggy blonde hair to steady herself, unable to keep from shifting her legs and swaying her hips as he teased her with his mouth, seeming to assault every bit of flesh on her lower half except for where she was starting to ache for him. Yagi dragged his tongue up her navel, the waistband of her new stockings chasing the trail of saliva as his hands ascended up her hips with the material hooked at his thumbs. The waistband was lined with a band of black silk and came all the way up to the smallest part of her waist accentuating her curves, the crotchless portion leaving the entirety of her crease exposed front to back and ending with a little silk bow details stitched in at the top of either side, matching the small bows that sat atop the black stitched seam running up the back of her long sleek legs and peeking out just below where the curve of her rear met her thighs.
He groaned at the sight, all of it far better than he ever imagined when he made the special request, his hands digging into her hips to jerk her forward impatiently while he leaned in to smother himself into her exposed sex. She gasped loudly and raised her hips, yanking his hair forward to urge him on as his tongue dipped into her, languidly sweeping up her slit and to her swollen clit while his nose nuzzled into the small patch of curls at the apex of her thighs. He savored the taste of her pooling desire, his rumble of approval vibrating his tongue as he went in for another deliciously drowsy lick, lapping at her with a torturously-slow pace.
He had her panting and whimpering, begging in whispered and honeyed tones to let her come, to be quick, to hurry before someone could hear. But he gazed up at her, a fiendish curve to his lips visible behind the press of her silken folds to his mouth even as his tongue began lazily stroking up and down across that sensitive bud. Her hands fisted his hair more urgently, her pleading thin and needy, "Please, Toshinori, please."
"Are you going to behave?" He murmured from between her thighs before capturing her clit between his lips to deliver slow, sucking kisses. She nodded frantically and bit her lower lip to stifle a moan, swaying slightly on her feet when her knees nearly buckled from the jolt of pleasure that ran through her. He pulled his mouth away, ignoring her sounds of displeasure at the sudden loss of his hot wet tongue until he forced her to sit upon the settee with her back pressed into the curtain-covered wall. Yagi hooked his hands behind her knees to lift her legs and spread her thighs, nearly pinning her knees to her chest as he bared her so thoroughly and intimately that her face burned with embarrassment.
"Be a good girl for me and I'll reward you, kitten," he grinned when she nodded weakly, tipping her head back and closing her eyes just to avoid seeing her sweet little slit so open and glistening for him. "Mm, why so shy over your pretty little cunt?" He leaned down and latched onto her clit, flicking his tongue over it rapidly within his mouth before pulling back again. "You don't want me to see?" he practically purred the words into her curls before making his tongue wide and flat to drag it up the entirety of her slit over and over, purposely neglecting her clit until she opened her eyes again.
She peeked down at him breathlessly through the teasing, tension wound up so tight in her needing release that her core was tensing and squeezing, looking for any form of relief in the absence of friction. "You can't hide away what belongs to me, kitten" he murmured, letting one of her legs drop onto his shoulder so he could plunge two fingers into her cunt to give her something to grasp and clench onto, immediately diving down to lash his tongue across her clit. He narrowed the tip of his tongue into a hard point, circling the bud ruthlessly with it, his fingers curling with expert precision to find the spot within her that made her hips twitch, knowing both would drive her fast and hard to that delicious peak.
One of her hands covered her mouth to stifle her cries as the other found his hair again, grabbing and pulling uselessly as if it would change how mercilessly he ravaged her, making pleasure burn white-hot when she finally unraveled. He did not cease his movements as she fluttered and convulsed around his fingers, her thighs coming together involuntarily squeezing tightly around his head making him smile wickedly behind his thrashing tongue. Only when her muffled cries tapered to faint whimpers and her thighs unclenched from around his face did he withdraw his fingers, sucking them clean before shifting down to bury his long vigorous tongue back into her, lapping away any trace of her pleasure he could reach.
Yagi sighed contentedly as she tried to catch her breath, his long blonde bangs tickling as they dragged up her stomach and chest while he raised his head, pressing gentle sucking kisses and licks up her ribcage to her breasts and collarbone as he went, stopping to lean into her and nestle his face into her hair with his cheek flush against her neck. "Where we're going…I'll make sure there's no question that you are mine…and that I am yours," he murmured before slipping an arm around her waist, the other cupping her cheek opposite the side he was nuzzling, his nose brushing the corner of her jawline as he breathed her in.
It was like she forgot how to breathe – was her chest rising to inhale, or was her heart just so full and bright in this moment that it lifted her in the same motion? Maybe she didn't need to hear the word 'love' from him after all, maybe this was enough, erasing the dull ache from these last few weeks? She entwined her arms around the back of his neck as he began brushing his lips along her jaw before finding her mouth, pressing into it longingly, making her lashes flutter closed. She kissed back so eagerly that his lips parted in surprise, giving her tongue entry into his mouth and making him groan as it met his, soft and sweet and delectable for him.
Their kisses quickly turned deep and urgent, hands tangling into each other's hair, swallowing delicious moans and aching sounds, changing the slant and angle of their mouths over and over as if they'd discover some crevice previously unexplored by their sweeping tongues – eventually they had to come up for air, gasping. Yagi's cheeks were tinged pink while hers were bright red, both drawing in ragged breaths until his lips found hers again. He was gentle and reverent now, taking his time to gaze at her between each ardent kiss, his hands moving to cup her face, thumbs grazing her beautifully blushing cheeks. The frequency of kisses slowly ebbed, an impish smile inversely spreading across his face every time he pulled away, full and bright when he finally stopped. "Is that all you want?" He had asked the same question last night, but it felt different this time – fiendish and arrogant to rile her up, as if it wasn't some immense hurdle he had just crossed.
She laughed breathlessly and pushed him away as she sat up, tilting her chin up haughtily but unable to keep herself from smiling. "You're still an asshole then, huh?" His mischievous expression gave way to a feral grin, coiling an arm around her waist and drawing her up with him as he stood, holding her steady on her still-weak legs.
He tipped his head down to bite where her slender shoulder met the crook of her neck, not breaking skin but making her hiss an inhale through her teeth. "Were you expecting some kind of big prince charming reveal, princess?" He crooned, laving his tongue over the indentation of his teeth unapologetically as she refused to dignify his teasing with an answer. Yagi reached toward the cart and drew the large swath of black silk towards them, watching it unfurl into a long lavish dress as he released her from his grasp, the clear outline of his hardened length visible through his trousers in the gap between them.
He slid the gown over her head, shrouding her in what felt like a river of luxuriously cool silk running over her skin, the sensation leaving her shivering. It had long sleeves with matching silk buttons nearly invisible against the material of her dress, undone going all the way up her back but already-fastened from her wrists to her elbows. Yagi immediately got to work securing the buttons behind her starting just above her rear, admiring her shape through the drape of fabric in the mirror appreciatively as he went.
She quirked a brow at the slits running up either leg that stopped just short of the swell of her mid-thigh, the material cinching in with a tight waist carefully tailored to draw attention to her lovely curves. It had a high neck but opened into a key-hole front that exposed her delicate collarbone and went scandalously low into her cleavage, the silk tight across her breasts and the unlined material of her bra so thin that even a warm breath would make her nipples pebble through the fabric.
She bit her lip appraising the dress in the mirror when she caught sight of Yagi smiling to himself as he swept her hair to the side to fasten the last few buttons at the nape of her neck, taking his time with each one as his attention roamed down her backside with unabashed pleasure. "How did you describe the design you wanted when you requested this? Sumptuous with easy access?" A coy smile took hold of her lips as she shifted the front panel of silk to the side, lifting it to reveal the crotchless black nylons he had special-ordered. "And why aren't there panties?" She teased just before his eyes finally found their reflection in the mirror, his face slackening at the sight that greeted him.
She was unable to conceal the distinct feminine pride she felt when he looked her over, his already-rigid cock twitching to life and suddenly pressing into her lower back as he pulled her to his chest. He splayed his fingers possessively over her stomach even after she let her skirt fall back into place, his shoulders rising and falling with the exertion it took to not fuck her where she stood. "You're lucky I let you have any, kitten. I've very nearly discarded every pair in your apartment before," he admitted with a wretched grin before turning her to face the cart.
The remaining boxes had a black tulle clutch purse, red-bottomed black heels, and a pair of sizable rubies faceted into the shape of crescent moons fashioned into earrings. Another box had a matching set of ruby-inlaid cufflinks, tie clip, and several thick-banded rings. Yagi was already tying the knot in his new silk tie and folding the collar of his black button-up shirt over it when she looked up at him. "Are you sure this isn't too much?" She picked up the box that contained the earrings, wondering if she had ever borrowed any jewelry nearly as valuable from her mother for one of the numerous medical fundraising galas she had grown up attending.
"You've pointed out on several occasions that I have yet to pay you for your time or broken things, but you baulk at a bit of jewelry?" He muttered as he buttoned the black silk vest over his shirt and tie, one of his golden brows raised incredulously at her. "I thought you enjoyed being spoiled?"
"Just because I don't pretend to hate surprises or gifts?" She glared at him but began putting on the earrings all the same. "Or is it because I don't pretend to hate dressing up once in a while?" He instinctively reached out to steady her by her arm as she stepped into her shoes, ignoring how she tried to wave his hand away. "Perhaps because I actually know how to walk around in a pair of 4 inch heels?" She was smiling smugly to herself, smoothing out the front of her dress while he blithely turned to slip the set of thick metal rings onto his long fingers.
"Tch, because you're vain like me. And you enjoy having nice things," he shrugged his new suit jacket on, flattening the black silk lapels that matched her attire. "And because you're a fucking brat."
She raised her brows, tilting her chin up defiantly as she approached with his tie clip and cufflinks. "Fair enough," the corner of her self-satisfied smile upturned into a smirk as she set the clip in place, Yagi's arms slipping around her to secure his cufflinks to his sleeves behind her back, his blonde bangs falling into her face as he peered over the top of her head. "Are you really going to be parading me around?" She glanced up at him as she began fastening the front of his suit jacket for him, his hands settling onto the swell of her hips.
"Are you going to pretend you hate being shown off? That you're not some fierce, haughty, arrogant, pretty little thing?" His gaze was suddenly intense on her, heated but assessing as one of his hands dipped beneath the back panel of her skirt and slid up, his fingers quickly finding the crease of her rear. She whimpered 'no' at the unexpected intrusion and tried squirming away, only managing to drive herself into the front of his body just as he intended. The hard ridge of his cock pressed into her navel while his finger chased that puckered hole, gently pressing and prodding until her face flushed red. "You can act like my shy, pleading, coveted prey if you want, kitten. There will be no heroes to swoop in and save you if so," he hissed the words, his demeanor inexplicably menacing now as he loomed above her.
She was breathless with instinctual fear and that all-too-familiar thrill he inspired in her when he was forceful, taking advantage of her, hunting her until she tapped out – but she never seemed to tap out these days, did she? She swallowed thickly, unable to help the way her heart was hammering in her chest as his forefinger demanded gentle entry, making her wince with discomfort.
"I might be yours now, but that doesn't change *how* you are *mine.*" He canted his head to the side as he watched her flinch from his touch, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, mouth suddenly dry. "I won't let you step out of line, kitten. No more sharing what belongs to me," he slowly withdrew his finger, making her shudder and gasp against him. A savage smile cut through his lips like a knife before he released her entirely, reaching for the fitting room curtains with his long arm and drawing them aside. "Leave all your things here. No phone," his tone was clipped as he guided her out by the small of her back with only her new black clutch in hand, moving them toward the shuttered office doors on the other end of the showroom.
She tried to distract herself to lessen the furious blushing of her cheeks by investigating the purse, feeling something heavy and shifting inside of it. There was a wrought metal compact mirror that she popped open, finding the gleaming reflective surface paired with what appeared to be empty divots for small dabs of makeup. It made more sense when she glanced up and saw Kohaku in the now-open doorway grasping a thick canvas-like page with swatches of nail polish and makeup neatly arranged in rows of brush strokes, holding his free hand out for hers expectantly.
"I was thinking we'd match what Mr. Yagi usually gets," Kohaku hummed noncommittally to himself as he touched the right spot on the canvas with one hand, using the other to gently press his thumb and forefinger around each of her nails, one-by-one leaving them with matte black nail polish and rounded edges. She grinned at this newfound piece of information, her face finally feeling less warm as she watched Kohaku step over to Yagi to give his nails the same treatment.
But she found the rosy warmth creeping back into her cheeks once more as she looked him over, having been too close in his arms in the fitting room to truly take in the true scope of him fully dressed. This suit jacket was much more fitted to his lithe body – not wiry and scrawny like it once was, but notably filled in with pleasurable sinew and mass to make him lean. And there was something more considerably polished about the addition of a vest and silk accents, his all-black ensemble making him unequivocally both intimidating and breath-taking. The rings, black polish, shaggy blonde hair, and blackened eyes all just added to the allure, making her stomach tie into knots. Yagi glared at her when he caught her blatant ogling, staring her down until Kohaku stepped back in front of her to regain her attention.
"I'm guessing you'd prefer sultry over vampy for makeup," Kohaku joked warmly about her dramatic dress, snapping her out of her daze and making her smile in assent before closing her eyes and lifting her face toward him. He touched a swatch of eyeshadow with one hand and used his other hand to give her a subtle smokey eye complimenting her long mascara-darkened lashes. He then moved to a brushstroke of stain to bring out the natural blush of her cheeks with a press of his forefinger, using the same color on her lips by tracing them with the pad of his thumb. "Excellent! The mirror is for touch-ups," he took it from her hand, fingertips filling in the compartmentalized divots with dollops of each product he used before handing it back to her.
Her lashes fluttered open to look at his handiwork in the compact mirror's reflection, gasping delightedly when she saw herself. "Don't be surprised if I start showing up every morning to get my makeup done," she teased as Kohaku flushed with pleasure. "And these shoes are better than the real thing," she glanced pointedly down at her tall red-bottomed heels.
"I know," he grinned, bristling with well-deserved confidence as he set the page of swatches down, picking up a small black box. "My mom said to see if you wanted this hair clip too?" He glanced over to Yagi who nodded in wordless consent without looking back at him, Kohaku suddenly nervous once he noted how intently Yagi was staring at her. He set the box in her open palm and offered her a comforting smile, whispering "Nice to meet you!" before hurriedly stepping back into his family's office and shuttering the doors.
She peered at Yagi curiously, recognizing his half-hooded glare and the way his eyes were trained on her in a predatory haze, unable to tear his gaze away from her face. She forced herself to look away and turn her attention to the box containing a delicate filigree hair clip that matched the metal hue of Yagi's accessories with a collection of ruby stones forming another crescent moon. Absolutely excessive but stunning, she thought to herself wide-eyed as she stared down at it to avoid acknowledging his unrelenting fixation.
But Yagi was standing directly beside her before she even registered that he had moved, his long fingers plucking the clip from the box, golden brows furrowed until he settled on the ideal placement and secured it to a swath of her hair. He took a step back looking as if it pained him to not pin her against him instead, his twin blue flames raking across her so intensely that she felt heat in the wake of his penetrating gaze.
She was utterly exquisite, he thought to himself bitterly, taken aback by the animosity he had just buried rearing its head again. He reached out to tilt her chin up, raising her face up towards his as he looked her over possessively, lust still hooding his gaze. Dazzling eyes, refined nose, full lips, defined jawline, delicate neck and collarbone…he licked at his lips, silently cataloging every ethereal feature in his mind. He inwardly groaned at the high swell of her pert breasts, the lovely dip of her waist, the round of her hips and ass, her long sleek legs. All soft and perfect curves, everything divine about her accentuated with each carefully tailored and crafted piece of her attire. He was loath to let anyone else see her like this, wanting her all to himself to claim over and over.
She blushed under his hungry stare, the way he greedily took in every excruciating detail of her impossible to miss as he towered over her in his all-black fitted suit looking like sin-incarnate. He dragged his thumb across her lower lip, tugging it down slightly, his black nail polish standing out against the subtle stain darkening her sweet mouth. Everything he did was stoking the fire burning in her core, each look and touch and even the way he breathed making her blood roil.
"I kept telling you I'd ruin you after we met," he kept his voice low, cocking his head to the side so his unruly blonde hair shifted. "I told you I'd never give you back," he murmured, captivated by her ineffable body draped flawlessly in black silk for him. "And yet you still want me to be yours?" His eyes finally found hers again, searching them for any sign of hesitation.
But he found none when she nodded in answer, looking so wretchedly hopeful with her prettily blushing cheeks and long fluttering lashes.
She was more than an indulgence – she was his. And he was hers. A wicked grin spread across Yagi's lips, his canines flashing as he leaned in to whisper, his warm breath ambrosian as it fanned across her face. "You'll never escape."
[This author has a praise kink, so drop a comment! Tell me what you liked or what you want to see. Next chapter I'll show you what sort of enterprise Yagi runs. I know we had a confession of sorts, but I'm a sucker for angst so we'll get to have some fun with both!]