[Ch 8 - All of You, a Villain All Might x 3rd person reader angsty smutty fanfic. She has no name and no hair/skin/eye color so you can easily self-insert. First half is word-building while we reveal what Yagi does when he's not causing chaos as Villain All Might and introduce two side characters that help keep Yagi at the top of his game when it comes to business. Consensual kink, dub con, stalker kink, praise kink, brat taming. This chapter also has some exhibitionism, plus I threw in breeding kink for fun (don't worry, no surprise babies in this fic unless it's the eiplogue). Art credit: Sunoichi on twitter]
Ch 7 ending:
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."
Her ears popped with how quickly they were descending to the place Yagi simply referred to as 'Black Out.' It was alarming to realize she remembered they had slipped out of some back door in the Artisan's lair, but not how they had arrived at the elevator they stood in – that was how this woman's Blindspot quirk worked, no? She was like the gateway to her creating new memories, Yagi had explained when they left the tailor's shop, deciding what gets committed and what gets erased.
"She goes by Recall," Yagi murmured trying to draw her concentration back to him, his immense hands curled around her slender silk-sheathed forearms, those long blonde bangs falling forward as he glared down at her trying to gauge her reaction.
But she tried looking at the woman again, her stare long and intense despite simply trying to commit her face to memory: White hair in a blunt bob, long white eyelashes, one startling sapphire blue eye with the other covered by a black eye patch. However it was no use – the moment she glanced back to Yagi, she couldn't recall Recall – the memory was gone, and trying to reach for it was as useless as attempting to catch wisps of smoke with her fingers. She could remember her name, knew she was standing beside them, understood her quirk – all things she was allowed to retain. Was…was she tall, short, blonde, brunette? No. She looked over again and saw Recall smiling to herself, having to take in her features like they were new all over again, rapidly losing certainty that if she just tried hard enough to memorize her face she'd beat the quirk.
Yagi took her chin between his thumb and forefinger to turn her head away from Recall until she finally met his gaze again. "How you're feeling when you look at her is how my…guests will feel while looking at you," his lips quirked into a smirk when he said the word 'guests,' letting his attention roam down the key-hole front of her silk dress. "And how you will feel looking at them. Try to not appear so obviously disoriented, sweetheart," his eyes snapped back up to hers, the corners crinkled with amusement.
"It'll be hard to make them forget such a pretty face," Recall teased, rolling from her heels to the balls of her feet in a rocking motion, entirely at ease. "They won't be able to remember you, but that won't keep them from staring," she amended with a grin, her face kept forward, eye fixed on something in the distance whenever she used her quirk.
Yagi's hands settled upon her hips before casting Recall a warning side-long look, unable to help the small swell of jealousy that was budding in his chest. "You won't remember any conversations unless I permit it," his gaze drifted away from Recall and back to her, his thumbs stroking at the satiny material of her dress.
"What's going to keep them from just snapping a picture of me?" She asked, trying to not appear bewildered that they were suddenly walking through a red carpeted long hall – where were they just before that? She glanced back to Recall again: White hair. Blue Eye. Eye patch. Early 20's. Hiding the frustration she felt knowing the details would fall away the moment her gaze averted was difficult, but not impossible.
"Our resident technopath has multiple measures in place to scramble anything digital, save for my surveillance and other systems she hardwired in. But you'll meet her another time." Yagi was assessing her with unusual fervor as he spoke – his pet was quite the vision, graceful and moving fluidly, a natural in tall heels and wrapped sensually in her bespoke black silk gown.
They paused in front of a tall set of carved mahogany doors as if giving her a moment to steel herself. But her shoulders were pulled back, her delicate neck long and poised, chin lifted but full lips relaxed. This was no different than being paraded around gala after gala growing up, after all – did it matter she wouldn't remember their faces today when she never bothered to do so at every black-tie fundraiser she was hauled to? Her eyes hooded the moment she gave a steady exhale, having long mastered the look of haughty boredom that made her both unbearably stunning yet unapproachable.
Yagi's heart stuttered in his chest, betrayed by the sharp inhale he took as he studied her. She was a rare prize attached demurely to his arm, not walking but gliding beside him, elevating his prestige with her effortlessly regal presence. The corners of her lips curved up into a knowing smile, feeling the searing heat of his gaze but refusing to acknowledge it on etiquette alone. She was a whole different creature when a lifetime of well-practiced perfection was momentarily demanded of her. He'd have to ignore the magnetic pull he felt, control the desire to fawn over her, to not put his hands and mouth over every exquisite inch…unless it was advantageous, a power play. "Behave," he murmured as his eyes drifted to where her arm was laced through his, unsure if he was instructing her or himself.
The doors opened to gleaming hardwood stained ebony black with seamless marble walls climbing up 3 stories only interrupted by a wide wrap-around balcony level that hovered half-way above the arena-sized main floor. Tall red velvet curtains so dark that they may as well have been black obscured multiple arched entryways that lead to other partitioned areas, but the immediate room they strode into was obviously part gambling and part cocktail area. Four fully-stocked bars flanked the outer walls with rows of tall tables and large crescent-moon shaped leather booths, all overlooking a sunken floor plan filled with an array of six dozen dealer tables – some for card games, some for dice, some for roulette, along with others she didn't recognize.
She masked the shock she felt at the sheer size of the compound – how many floors below ground were they, how far out did this extend if this was merely the entryway? How many quirks were utilized to construct something so massive yet lavish in secret? It was surprisingly busy for a weekday, but she had a distinct feeling the particular crowd Yagi's enterprise catered to didn't rise early to arrive at this mid-morning hour but rather had yet to find sleep. The doors they came through were between two long counters, one situated in front of shelves lined with multicolored casino chips, the other appearing to be a coat check with the added caveat of stashing patrons' quirk gear and weapons. Nearly a dozen men and women were at the entrance as they crossed the threshold, some desk staff and some clearly security, all at the precipice of bowing before Yagi waved off the grand gesture with a lazy flick of his wrist.
Yagi's arm guided her, sweeping a quarter of the way past the gambling floor until they reached a guarded but open set of elaborately etched doors, none of them deigning to acknowledge how patrons' heads turned and necks craned to watch as they disappeared through the arched doorway. The new room was a considerably smaller twin to the casino floor – a sunken meeting room with low black marble walls flanked by 2 large bars and numerous small tables for lackeys to mingle at the topmost portion. Four wide staircases made the long ornate conference table accessible from all sides of the upper tier, tidy stacks of folders occupying each place setting with trays of decanters and glasses dispersed every few seats. The furthest table head had one red velvet wing-backed chair with prominent gold flourishes crowning the wide back, while the remaining chairs were simpler, made of dark wood with tufted red leather cushion seats.
She was ushered to one of the bars by the time she had cataloged the details of the room, taking Yagi's offered hand to help her into one of the tall bar stools, not expecting the way he crowded into her space the moment she was settled. His extraordinary height made him tower above her as his gaze raked up and down, both appraising and lascivious, his demeanor a clear attempt to be menacing. But she kept an air of confidence as he loomed, smiling coyly before turning her head away to eye the bartender – a mop of sandy brown hair, hazel eyes, a dusting of stubble. She tried to commit the face to memory despite the presence of Recall sitting at the opposite of the bar, nursing a mug of coffee the bartender had just poured. Both pointedly kept their focus elsewhere.
"You can be candid with this pair," his gaze flickered down the bar to the bartender who was now reluctantly approaching. "Ask Kouta for anything you need," he nodded in Kouta's direction. Yagi gave her one last leering look, his savage grin whittling down to a wicked smirk, loathe that he had to walk away just to resist putting his hands and lips all over her. But it was simply a matter of time before he'd have her again…time he'd have to bide if he had any hope of letting his exhibitionist fantasy play out before the morning was done.
"What would you like me to get you?" Kouta chirped merrily despite the nervous way his brows tangled, pulling her attention away from Yagi's back as he stalked off. Kouta's brows raised as she sighed, her red soles peeking out when she crossed her legs at their ankles beneath the stool, swiveling the tall chair so she could lean her elbows onto the bar top. "Ah, no, I'm afraid I can't swap out your kinks," he said with a bemused countenance, somehow picking up on her unspoken answer. Her look of astonishment quickly broke into one of suspicion. "If you're wondering whether I can read your mind, the answer is no. My quirk is extraordinarily limited and works best when I directly ask. I can briefly pick up on what you want most, but only at that very moment." His sheepish smile gave away that this was a line of questioning he'd endured hundreds if not thousands of times, Kouta somehow remaining patient through each reiterated explanation.
Her mind raced with the new information, finding her knowledge of his quirk wasn't escaping her grasp when she looked down at the bar counter to think, and neither was his appearance – it seemed Recall was either being gracious or had been given permission in advance in regards to the bartender. A quirk like Kouta's was more than just an asset to be used serving patrons; surely it was something worth utilizing in business negotiations, finding weaknesses, anticipating betrayals? She glanced back up to him, finding herself relatively assured he was being honest about the inability to read minds judging by his lack of reaction. Did he only have to ask once per exchange, or once per answer? Her mind briefly wandered, pausing only when Kouta perked up.
"I don't keep macarons behind the bar, darlin'. But I can have some sent up from the kitchen as soon as the meeting adjourns, assuming you'll be free after that," Kouta eyed Yagi doubtfully on just how 'free' she'd be given his current cravings – the better he knew someone the easier it was to feel them out even from a distance, question or not, but that facet of his quirk was a closely guarded secret. "How about something sweet to hold you over?" Kouta called from over his shoulder as he found a bottle of moscato, uncorking it before she could reply with her words.
"Thank you," she pulled the stemmed wine glass towards herself after he filled it and set it out for her, flushing a little when she realized it was the first time she actually spoke through their exchange thus far. "For the wine and explaining your quirk," she added hurriedly, certain that she'd never find a moment of peace around him if he hadn't been candid with how it worked. Her gaze darted towards the door where strangers began filtering into the conference room, rallying her family's notoriously arrogant confidence to appear unfazed by the echoing din of bodies entering the enclosed space.
Kouta companionably matched her distant demeanor to put her at ease, his gaze sweeping out over the room and lips twisting wryly. Yagi had ensured he was the lone bartender for every single meeting going back 5 years, giving him plenty of familiarity and range with most of the subordinates to pick up on any wants that stood out or were worth reporting back to him on…but even with Recall's quirk in use he found it difficult to sift past the levy of desires that revolved around the new woman whenever their eyes found her. If anything, it jumbled things further, their fascination renewed and repetitive each time they rediscovered her presence. But Yagi's wants were the loudest of all, so easy to tune into and impossible to ignore over years of close proximity. Kouta's eyes flickered from Yagi to where he and others were unabashedly staring, confirming the source of the mental babel he was enduring, keeping respectably objective despite the nature of the cravings being launched his way.
Yagi's obvious hand in designing her attire was an equal culprit to her enviable shape. Her back was arched, delicate black buttons going up the full length of her spine beginning at the curve of her ass where the silk material of her dress was currently gleaming in the low light and ending at the nape of her long graceful neck. She had swept her hair to the side somewhere between sips of the sweet and pleasantly fizzy moscato, determined to keep her eyes forward despite the sensation of her skin pin-pricking in a way that told her she was being watched. She managed quite well, disregarding the uncanny weight that came with being stared at. She was finishing her second glass when she heard Kouta let out a strangled 'oh,' prompting her to follow his gaze and finding Yagi watching them from the guarded doorway.
The bartender flinched, nearly dropping the errant glass he was polishing, Yagi's desires practically being broadcasted over a speaker system in his head. Kouta saw Yagi's lips twitch into a knowing but unapologetic smile, the curve of his mouth vanishing just as abruptly as it appeared. Yagi did not want to be caught with an uncharacteristic smile upon his face, making his expression flat with boredom to correct the lapse in emotion.
She saw Kouta balk when he spied a familiar searching expression on her face, one that had him rolling his eyes and sighing. "What exactly is the full extent of the cravings you pick up on? How do you detect them?"
"Don't try to test whatever theory you've come up with," Kouta paled slightly, his eyes flitting back over to Yagi's receding back, not mentally prepared enough to experience whatever fleeting images, tastes, or sensations she was hungry for that involved his boss. "I can't seem to get far enough away when Yagi's desires turn…amorous."
"Ah, so sorry about that," she hastily apologized before Kouta hissed through gritted teeth and threw his rag onto the countertop next to her, muttering something about hating mustard, confusing her until she heard the tittering laugh coming from the stool beside her. Recall had blurred into place, leaving her unsure of how she had materialized from the far end of the bar until she fished the hazy memory of Recall's Blindspot quirk out of her head.
"Is someone *longing* for mustard not the palette cleanser you were looking for?" Recall quietly teased, her visible eye staring forward and unsettlingly unfocused.
"Who *longs* for mustard, you creepy little witch! Blech," his voice was an irked whisper, rolling his tongue out as if trying to will the taste out of his mouth.
"He means that endearingly," Recall snickered, somehow picking up on the fact Yagi's woman frowned at Kouta's words despite that vacant quirk-induced look keeping Recall's gaze fixed ahead.
A grateful smile played upon her lips as she glanced between the pair, not missing the fact Recall had finally allowed her to *see* her face. White hair, blue eyes, unbearably pretty, with something innately mischievous about her nature. It seemed that the permitted memory and the banter were both for her benefit - and quite effective she had to admit - feeling some of the tension in her shoulders ebb away. It was impossible to feel relaxed in a sea full of unseen faces she was actively avoiding, but having a third person she could look to was…grounding. Enough to make her toe the line, eager to learn more about Toshinori. "How do the two of you deal with Yagi's constant back and forth? He's like Jekyll and Hyde with his, um, behavior," she avoided saying 'feelings' lest Yagi could dig up the conversation and find a way to take offense, noting the cameras hardwired into the ceiling corners. "I'd have whiplash if it was any worse." She kept her voice low, letting her brow furrow after a precursory glance confirmed no one but them would see her mask of cool refinery briefly crack.
Kouta laughed nervously, looking to Recall, momentarily forgetting she couldn't return the anxious expression he flashed at her while using Blindspot. "I'd say we only ever saw his Hyde side up until a few months back – he was either too hopelessly distracted or uncharacteristically content to keep it up," he turned back to her, his mouth pressing into a firm line as he carefully considered his words. "He's changed *significantly* in multiple ways over the last several weeks," he left the statement hanging in the air as if it were an open-ended question, trying to confirm his suspicion that she had something to do with Yagi becoming more *whole* physically.
She hesitated, caught between the innate reluctance to disclose the full breadth of her quirk drilled into her by her family and the desire to reciprocate Kouta and Recall being forthcoming with their own abilities. She glanced over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of Yagi's foreboding disposition while he carried on a hushed conversation with two men, towering above them as he stood over 7 feet tall. He did say she could be candid with them, right? "I've got a healing quirk, but operates more like making new copies of healthy cells…with limitations, of course. He asked me to test out an experimental method of its regenerative abilities." Their eyebrows rose at her choice of phrasing, knowing full well Yagi was not in the habit of asking for things. But 'asked' was a better word than 'threatened' or 'held hostage' and allowed her to omit how she did whatever he demanded of her after reveling in the way he used her, the way he kept her begging for him. Her cheeks darkened, the red hue creeping down her neck and chest in a faint glow with embarrassment – she was usually so keen to avoid thinking about how toxic and twisted her attraction to him was.
Kouta offered a comforting smile and promptly changed the subject, assuming their suspicion regarding the nature of Yagi enlisting her help was a touchy subject. He launched into aimless small talk with Recall to give her time to recover before joining back in, the pair of them able to effortlessly ramble away without much burden on the efficacy of their quirks. They had barely gotten into a proper ribbing to lighten the mood when Yagi's gaze invariably drifted back to them, the intensity noted by him and Recall forcing an unnatural lull in their exchange. Kouta glanced at the focus of Yagi's interest, seeing the subtle way in which her body stilled as if she could feel his stinging glare.
She arched into the back of her stool, shifting her legs and keeping her neck long and chin lifted, the slight change in position keeping her pose atop the stool graceful but granting her the ability to regard Yagi coldly from over the rim of her third glass of moscato. His tailored black suit was sublimely fitted to his lithely built form, hugging his broad shoulders and tapering in tight at his hips. Yagi looked regal and animalistic all at once, like a lion vainly preening as he raked his hand through his golden mane, his gaze locked on hers the moment she turned. Every movement was intentional, apt to appear bored and languid until that facade slipped, always at-the-ready to pounce beneath his relaxed exterior. It was especially apparent in the manner he wove through the bodies filling the room, his lazy and confident stride devolving into a predatory prowl with his eyes fixed upon her, hunting for his prey out of the throng of people. She noticed Kouta and Recall made a point to casually step far and away at Yagi's approach, situating themselves back at the opposite end of the bar.
Yagi's hands gripped the sides of her chair as he leaned forward, arms bracketed around her petite frame to trap her in her seat, his lips curling as took the delectable hue of her cheeks. "What's got my pet blushing if I'm on the other side of the room, hmm?" His deep baritone was strained with the effort to keep even, the sound drawing her gaze from her glass back to him. His impertinent smile was unnerving, tight and controlled, an attempt to appear amicable foiled by the wild look in his eyes. He had become so used to overhearing every word she uttered since tapping her phone that the mere thought of her discussing anything that made her flush filled him with jealous need – but she didn't know that.
"You said I could be candid," was all she revealed, keeping her full lips set to a demure smile to hide the irate edge to her whisper. Her vision narrowed as she glared up at him, watching his golden brow arch at the challenge, his ominous smile sharpening like a knife. But the wood of her stool's armrests creaked and groaned under the pressure of his hands, the sound filling her with enough unease to lower her eyes.
Yagi's voice dropped to a low growl, tongue striking like a hot iron with each word, "Don't test me here, kitten. I got to where I am by being ruthless. Do you understand?"
She nodded in assent, staring at the black silk sleeves that fitted snugly down her forearms to her slender wrists rather than witness his self-satisfied smirk, fidgeting with the last-most button of one to curb the defiant impulse urging her to push him away.
Yagi could practically feel the insolence trying to claw its way out of her, lifting one hand to grasp her chin firmly, his eyes burning fiercely when he forced her to meet them. He fought back the groan that threatened to escape when her answering glare was proud, mutinous – an impossibly beautiful little brat so in need of his firm hand. He extended his thumb to drag across her plump lower lip, wanting to smear the color that clung to her lips, to make her look ravaged, but found the stain held fast and would not smudge even under the brush of his calloused pad. "You promised you'd behave while here when my head was between your thighs. Or did you already forget?" He leaned down and crushed his mouth into hers, snagging her lower lip between his teeth when he pulled back, chuckling darkly at the way her lips chased his for more. "Perhaps you need to be mewling my name again to jog your memory, pet." Yagi tucked his face into her hair, breathing in her scent shamelessly with his lips to her ear.
She was warring over the way desire pooled in her core with his touches and words, embarrassment heating her cheeks all over again until they were bright red at his inference. "That won't be necessary," she said in a harsh whisper.
He was utterly unfazed that they had an audience, stifling a snarl into her neck just below her ear when she turned down his offer, making her gasp. "I told you that I wanted them to see you on my lap, to see me touch you. Use you. I aim to do it all. Are you going to pretend I didn't warn you?" Yagi's hands journeyed down to palm over the curves encased in her custom silk dress, fingertips fondly stroking as he went despite the ruthlessness of his words. "Are you going to resist?" He couldn't help the hope that honeyed his words, knowing it'd make for quite a show.
She refused to answer with anything other than her burning gaze, grabbing onto the silk lapels of his suit, unsure if it was to pull him closer or push him away.
The fire behind her eyes made a distinct thrill run through him, flashing his canines with a grin as she glared up at him in silent protest, the mere look sending him into a tailspin. Such an arrogant and insolent little thing, so lovely yet so eager for punishment, he thought to himself as urgent need took root. Yagi placed one hand upon each of her knees to push them apart, stepping into the gap left between her thighs. "My pet will come when called," he growled so low only she could hear, pulling her against him roughly with his left hand. His right hand swept into her hair to cradle the back of her head as he bent down to catch her lips with his, claiming her mouth with a dizzyingly fierce kiss that left her breathless.
The unexpected kiss left her startled but insatiable, his tenderness so withdrawn the last few weeks that his sudden openness and ferocity had her body wordlessly begging for more. She found herself leaning into the delectable heat that radiated from his immense form and eagerly parting her lips to make room for his full tongue as it slid into her mouth, still so wretchedly starved of his affection that even a kiss borne out of possessiveness with a captivated audience was something she could not resist. His hands were searingly warm as they skimmed down the cool river of silk fitted to her frame, pausing only to firmly palm her rear and shifting his hips so she could feel the rigid press of his cock, every touch eliciting one delicious moan after another for him to devour with his unyielding lips.
The sounds tasted so sweet upon his tongue that his savagery abated with each little noise she made for him, working him over until his kisses were slow and sipping. He soon turned shameless in his infatuation, pausing between each press of their lips to steal glances at her face. Yagi was pleased to find her blushing each time, that subtle rosy stain upon her cheeks darkening until more vibrant, the caresses of his hands along her body growing reverential regardless of the urgent need he had.
But muted chuckles carried through the room over the sound of members shuffling, some drinking, some smoking, most shamelessly staring. Her breathing hitched, realizing all eyes were on them. She imagined they saw her as she saw them, her gaze focusing and unfocusing as if peering through an invisible haze when trying to take in their features. By the time she could make out their faces clearly, she'd try looking to the next person and found she couldn't recall any details about the last individual - were they tall, short? Black hair, blue hair? Did they look smug or curious when returning her gaze? It was like her memory was on a fixed loop, unable to take in new information without rewriting over the prior. She kept her expression reeled in, avoiding gawking at new strangers as they milled through the doors and congregated at the other bar, managing to appear unflustered by the way Yagi loomed and groped over her. Recall's quirk was a new sensation for her but long-familiar to them, and clearly the reason they wouldn't tear their eyes away, lest they forget what they were witnessing.
He ignored the bewildered murmur as the last stragglers arrived, unperturbed by their prying gazes, knowing if they weren't gaping at his change in appearance over the last few weeks they were assuredly shocked that he had a woman with him. They'd be unsurprised by Recall's presence given his proximity and obvious fondness for his pet – it only made sense to protect what was his, no matter the level of trust he had in them. But especially so with what he had in mind, how desperately he needed to fulfill his fantasy.
"I want both bartenders out and security kept outside the doors. Recall, perhaps you can find a corner to stare at while you work," Yagi's grin carved deeper into his cheeks, inclining down to whisper into her ear, "I'm being so generous by sending the ones away that would remember. Don't say I've never done anything nice for you, kitten." His hand moved to sweep the front panel of her slitted skirt aside, snatching her wrists when they dove down to cover herself, his eyes gleaming when they met hers. "Oh? Not here? And I thought I was doing you another kindness," he crooned sweetly, his other hand reaching up to stroke her cheek with mocking affection. "I suppose the conference table will have to do then," he tsked softly, watching her face with hungry interest as realization dawned upon it.
Her eyes went wide, trying to scoot away from him in the limited space of her chair until Yagi grabbed her hips so tightly they might bruise, dragging her those few inches back to make her body flush with his again. "You only said you'd make me sit on your lap and touch me," she cast a panicked glance towards the doors that had just snapped shut, seeing Recall as the only individual other than them still occupying the room but not seated at the table – she was facing a corner just as he requested, nonchalantly stretching.
He paused, feigning a serious thought, tipping up that elegant chin with his fingers. "Then that's all we'll do," he murmured to lure her in, letting his expression soften just enough for her to concede with a shred of dignity.
She held her breath, regarding his face carefully. It was that or be unceremoniously dragged, the alternative obvious to her by the subtle contemptuous turn of his lips, his features somehow both predatory and affectionate but only noticeable from this close range. "That's all," she reaffirmed as if she didn't see through the lie, glaring away from him with open disdain.
His dark chuckle rumbled through his chest, so certain that he'd have his way with her either way that he flashed her a gracious smile before stepping back far enough to offer up his hand. Yagi's eyes burned despite the smile, every second she delayed in taking his hand electrifying the air between them. He was about to tear her off the stool when she finally obliged, not missing the way she coached her face into deferential indifference. Voices hushed when she descended the stairs at his side, making his chest thrum with pleasure as he took in every minute detail – the way her chin lifted a little higher when all eyes were upon her, the light catching the refined cut of her cheekbones and nose, her shoulders pulled back as the glided over the steps. The perfection made Yagi's chest ache, his pet suddenly more like a queen or little goddess, stunning swathed in silk, her dress flawlessly tailored to accentuate her curves. The high neck and deeply cut keyhole plunge revealed the high swell of her breasts, her pebbled nipples visible beneath the taught stretch of fabric that fit so close to her shape it acted as a second skin.
The slitted skirt whispered against her skin as it shifted with each step, every stride closer to his chair making her stomach flutter. But she kept her face even and movements graceful until they paused beside his gaudy throne of red and gold, ignoring the blatant obsession tainting his heady gaze.
He coiled his left arm at her waist, pulling her into his lap without warning so her rear was perched on his left thigh and back pressing into the plush leather arm of his chair, her legs draped across him and over the other arm rest with his right hand curled over her knees to keep her in place.
She resisted the urge to gasp or squirm when dragged into his lap, keenly aware of the presence he was eager to maintain. It was difficult to keep composure when all she wanted to do was pout indignantly and shove herself off of him, but she persisted, leaning her side into his chest and gaze up at him through her long lashes, anticipating his rumble of approval that the look always garnered when he desired obedience.
His rumble of approval turned into a low growl when he felt her rigidity, his left hand going to work caressing her back and side, petting and coaxing her into relaxing against him with his pleading touches. "Let's begin," Yagi called out, initiating a chorus of folders shuffling. He stooped down to press his lips to her ear, using the rustle of papers as a cover for his whispers at first, murmuring a stream of soft praises in an attempt to win her over. But he persisted even as his subordinates took turns giving summary reports of their areas of responsibility – weapon and support gear stashes, new ventures, upcoming raids, enlisting new recruits, tumultuous relationships with vigilantes, turf encroachment.
She couldn't keep track of what they were saying, only the honeyed words he uttered for her ears alone. "Do you know how fucking divine you are?" "You're being so good for me," "My pretty little pet," "That's right, kitten," "Such a good girl," "Do you want your reward?" Her cheeks tinged pink, refusing to look anywhere but at her hands on his chest, afraid her confidence would wilt seeing the image of herself so thoroughly in his clutches reflected back in a stranger's eyes. Yagi seemed to pick up on it, staring down anyone whose gaze lingered for too long as others spoke, his nostrils flaring and jaw ticking each time. He had an uncanny talent for listening and answering between murmured praises, mindful she'd only retain the words he knew would make her hungry for his touch, that budding desire already evident in the way her breathing picked up.
Once he was confident she would grant him the pleasure of keeping her on display atop him, his left hand began to stray, still whispering into her ear. He made his way up her side with tender strokes of his fingers until he got up to her silk-covered shoulder, his hand crossing over to trace the delicate line of her collarbone visible through the key-hole front of her dress. Her cleavage was on display just below it, but he was careful to not let his hand sink lower, not even when her chest tantalizingly rose and fell with her quickened breaths. She gave him a smoldering glare, but all eyes save for his were lingering far lower, missing the way her elegant shoulders squared and her chin tipped up proudly – Ah, he needed to ease her across that line if he wanted to cross it? Even if it was her reward? But he didn't think he had the patience, and he'd be damned if he didn't get what he wanted.
His touch was as deceptively soft as his whispers, appreciating the petal-like silkiness of her skin as his breath stirred her hair. "If I give them a show, they'll forget as soon as they leave this table, sweetheart." He nodded toward the empty glass and crystal decanter laid out before them as if he had just asked her to pour out a share of the amber liquid. Yagi's right hand swept the material of her dress away from her leg so her thigh was revealed at the slit of her skirt as she twisted her upper body to reach for the bottle, his fingertips visibly tracing imaginary patterns into the silk stocking. But she shifted herself in his lap so her legs no longer dangled over his armrest, her back to his chest and the tall table obscuring the view of any bystanders as she poured out a generous helping of whiskey. Everything from her hips down was out of their line of sight now, sitting up perfectly straight, poised as she wordlessly offered his glass to him.
She somehow managed to look regal even when perched upon his thigh like some prize, balanced with her legs crossed demurely at her ankles, her hands folded in her lap to keep the front panel of her skirt firmly in place. Yagi took a measured sip as he watched her from over the rim of the glass, seeing how she kept her expression politely detached as her gaze finally took in everyone gathered at the table – not at all the panicked repetitious glances one would expect to see while their memory was actively being wiped. For all they knew, Recall's quirk was entirely one-sided and affected them alone. Pride shattered his short-lived trance with a twitch of his lips, almost unleashing a novel smile, but a turn in the ambient conversation drew his focus back to his subordinates.
The meeting was entirely encompassed by snippets of Yagi from her altered perspective – the way he'd sneak admiring glances at her, how he'd stroke the silk over her waist, playing with her hair idly, running his hands up her thighs, the feeling of him tensing beneath her with jealousy, catching him breathing in her scent like she was a drug he needed just one more hit of. She had refilled his glass multiple times, vaguely recalling the way he relished dipping his finger into it for her to taste, a renewed stream of praises following every lick. The vision of Yagi and a mouthful of smoke, tendrils spiraling up, the strange thrill of tasting tobacco on his lips…all shreds of a reality she couldn't piece further together.
There was something strangely familiar to her about the conversation they had circled back to: Re-opening the fighting rings, the severe loss of revenue without big games to bet on, that smaller rings have cropped up funded by direct competition in an attempt to fill the vacuum their endeavor left behind. They needed to proceed without an adequate healer to edge out their rivals, perhaps forfeit a cut of their profits to offer fighters a bigger share due to the added risk of sub-par healing quirks. Yagi took a slow drink, refraining from meeting her gaze. She tried committing the details to memory, keeping her expression aloof and uninterested.
"I have a healer in mind," Yagi felt her hold her breath at the words, the exchange still at the outskirts of her memory as if on the brink of being stripped away at any moment. "Let's aim to reopen two weeks from now and start booking now." He swirled his forefinger through the amber liquid of his glass, taking advantage of her furrowed brow and parted lips to press it into her mouth, swiping the digit over her tongue. His eyes were on her just in time to catch the flicker of anger before her memory faltered again, the lapse making her forget they weren't alone.
She closed her lips around his second knuckle and obediently sucked, eyes fluttering shut until a choked sound from further down the table brought her back to reality. Her gut reaction was to glare up at him haughtily, not understanding the answering grin he gave as if enjoying a long-standing joke she was not privy to. But soon her mind felt another familiar haze as the conversation continued, someone asking if the new healer would function as the prior one did – were they going to act as the medic for the whole enterprise, raids and all? She found her interest piqued but kept her attitude detached, entirely unaware that she was caught in this loop.
Yagi swiped the pad of his thumb over her lips now, his desire to taste her again simmering beneath the surface. "They are capable of that, yes," he saw brief understanding flash across her face before he quieted it with a slow kiss. The memory slipped away before she could react further, leaving Yagi free to admire her face. "Is that all?" His patience was wearing thin, caught between wanting an audience and wanting to avoid unnecessary interruptions. Yagi fingered a lock of her hair, his gaze drifting down as he ran his thumb over it to admire the texture before bringing it to his lips. He expectantly watched as she lowered her eyes, cheeks darkening an intoxicatingly lovely shade of red that sparked a fire of need in him every single time he kept her attention with the same handful of ploys.
The instant he was assured there were no other topics to revisit he dropped the lock of hair, his hand at her throat in a flash, thumb and forefinger pressed firmly under the corners of her jaw to tilt her face back to him, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Are we still pretending I'll only be touching you, kitten?" His right hand dove beneath the swath of silk that made up the front of her slitted skirt, fingertips grazing her bare sex through her crotchless stockings.
Her heart pounded with a mix of fear and defiant fury, her pulse clamoring under the pressure of his grip even as she held her breath, the heat of her narrow-eyed gaze somehow tangible as he craned his neck down. Her hand wrapped tightly around his black silk tie as if she could even manage to choke him with it, keeping her eyes locked on his with the silent threat.
He kept his lips millimeters from hers, his mouth suddenly dry from the way the air between them scorched with intensity in shared breaths. Yagi glanced down seeing the way her knuckles went white despite the fire blazing in her demeanor, his eyes flashing dangerously back up at her face to call her bluff, daring her to try with an unspoken promise to ruin her. "Don't forget that you're mine. There are no heroes here, kitten," he reminded her with a low growl, unperturbed by the chance he was overheard by the nearest attendees. A ripple of anger made him tense beneath her, keeping utterly still until he had his answer, his black eyes glittering with anticipation and pinpoints of blue still fixed to her gaze.
Perhaps she was emboldened by the knowledge she'd remain a mystery in plain sight no matter how obscenely he touched or used her? Or maybe she was just resigned to her fate, knowing that no one would bid him to stop no matter how compelling her cries of pleasure or distress were? It most certainly couldn't be the small part of her that found a strange thrill in having guaranteed anonymity despite his desired exhibitionism, she thought to herself weakly. Perhaps the unexpected sweetness he showed her in the fragments of his meeting she was allowed to retain had eroded her resolve?
Whatever her reasoning was, she reluctantly released his tie, her thighs barely parting before he rushed in to fill the narrow gap and force them further apart to make room for his hand. She tried to not betray the intruding touch in her expression, her lower half still hidden beneath the table, but she could not help the way her cheeks warmed as he experimentally stroked a fingertip up her slit. He dipped into her to test her willingness when it stroked back down, releasing a contented breath when his digit was greeted with the warmth and wet of her desire, some of his tension easing as his hand shifted down to crook his finger into her depths. Her breath hitched but she looked away, finding a spot on the intricately tiled floor to fix her gaze to, pretending as if she was immune to his not-so-discreet caress. However it was quiet, far too quiet – surely they had guessed where his hand disappeared to?
He mentally bristled at her lack of reaction, wanting her gasping and trembling and mewling for him, captive audience or not. Yagi peered out over the table from above her head with one hand still pressed to her throat, a pacified smile stretching his lips, his tone smooth to belie the way a second finger joined the first to curl into her out of sight. "Was there anything else before we convened?" His guests had begun watching in excruciating silence, keenly aware that they'd likely forget what they were seeing the second they looked away. He didn't wait for a reply, hiding his face into her hair to breathe her in before speaking again. "I trust you can all find the door," he glared out at them from behind her tresses until a litany of chairs scraping filled the room, turning his attention back to her once he was certain they needed no further instruction.
His thumb dragged across her clit as his subordinates were still rising from the table, making her squirm, her thighs pressing tightly together to deny him further entry. She fought the underlying hint of arousal that had lingered, hating how it rebloomed with Yagi's deliberate touch, her hips twisting away from the sensation. But he tightened his grasp upon her throat and leaned his head further in, stifling a snarl into her shoulder when she tried to take away what belonged to him. She gasped and stiffened in response, the flurry of sounds coming from them drawing scrutiny once more in the form of confused glances – anyone who had averted their gaze was taking the sight in anew all over again, the implication so utterly obvious.
"Recall, clear the room," Yagi called out, scowling the instant he saw relief flash over his pet's face. "Leave the doors *open*" he amended and stood rapidly, pinning her down onto the table before she had a chance to protest, shrouding her in his shadow. He bent over her, his lips capturing her nipple and sucking it through the silk to leave a gleaming wet spot. Yagi ignored the way she thrashed beneath the pressure of his left hand, using the long deft fingers of his right hand to pull black satiny buttons free of their delicate hoops and unfasten the high neck of her dress. He shamelessly burrowed his face into her cleavage through the keyhole plunge of her dress while his right hand moved to pluck the silk aside, tugging down the mesh fabric of her bra so he could nuzzle his face into it before latching onto the tender peak with his mouth. Some onlookers were taking their time leaving, careful to not fully turn away, watching Yagi sweep aside the front of her skirt with his lips still wrapped around her nipple.
She wedged the heel of her palm beneath his jaw to try to push his head away, but it merely drove him to bite down with just enough pressure to make her gasp and pull her hand back. Yagi made a point to hold her gaze, unfastening his belt and pulling it off entirely with his right hand, only breaking the seal of his lips upon her breast to lave his tongue over the gentle impression of his teeth. "If you're going to pretend you don't want it, I'll gladly force you," he shifted to run his tongue up her sternum and stopping at the dip in her collarbone, slamming the belt onto the table directly beside her ear just in time to watch her flinch away from the sound.
She instinctively tried backing away, scooting herself further into the table to escape his grasp much to Yagi's amusement, giving her a few seconds head start as his gaze searched the room – it was empty now, save for the handful of men standing outside the wide-open doors to watch. "Want to beg me to stop, kitten? You know I love that," he grinned, dragging her back to the edge of the table by her legs, hooking them over his hips before snatching her wrists. Yagi tightened his belt around them gleefully, his face wild and predatory.
She tugged uselessly at her wrists, cursing between breaths, her cheeks unbearably warm with the embarrassment that flushed them. "Please, Yagi," she tipped her head back in a panic, spotting the silhouettes of spectators just past the threshold of the room, cigarette smoke hanging in the air above them. "Please don't," her gaze flashed back to him, catching the corner of his lips flicker up at the sound of her begging.
"That's right, tell me no. Make sure they can hear you," he kept the excess of his belt wrapped around his knuckles, his hand so large he could still manage to hold her hips in place while his free hand began unbuttoning his trousers. "Mm, louder," he murmured over her repetitions of 'no,' tugging down his black dress pants until they were slung low across his hips, revealing his immense cock and tangle of blonde curls as she begged him to stop again, pearly white beads of anticipation already dribbling down the fat head of his length. "Good girl, just like that," Yagi's eyes lit up watching her try to squirm away as he notched himself against her, coating his tip with her slick as he stalled.
He glanced up the steps, finding their small audience had grown bigger. "You sound so convincing. Tell me, princess, do you want me to be cruel?" Yagi started out by easing himself in slowly, making her gasp and try to twist away once more – but he watched the way she bit her lip to hide her moan, compelling him to keep acting on his infernal need. He slammed into her without warning, grunting with the effort, stealing her breath with the force behind his thrust, her back arching as she cried out. Her sweet aching sounds were genuine and loud with how he stretched and filled her so suddenly. "Does it hurt, baby? Am I too much? Too big?" Yagi crooned so his voice would carry, a depraved grin splitting his lips, knowing full well he was massive and difficult to take.
He stayed fully rooted in her, canting his hips as if trying to go deeper, wanting to feel her fully, loving the way she clasped around him and begged him to stop between short pants of breath. "Maybe I won't let you come. Maybe I'll just use you, fill you up," he murmured to himself thoughtfully while leering, his hips starting to withdraw and making it halfway before he plunged back in forcefully, reveling in the way it made her wince and moan. "Or maybe I'll let them see it's so good you can't help yourself," he rasped out, starting an unforgiving rhythm of rutting into her, back arched high so his head could duck down into her chest and capture a nipple with his lips. He alternated between them both, sucking and licking in spite of how her ensnared hands pressed into the hard planes of his stomach in a useless attempt to push him away, intangible pleas to stop falling from her lips with each stroke. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned loudly as her core began to constrict around him, rewarding her with flicks of his tongue across her nipple until a moan escaped her lips. "You already want to come? You love it that much, huh?" He called out before crushing his lips to hers, changing the angle of his hips to keep striking at the front of her walls, drinking in another moan before it could be heard.
Yagi withdrew from the kiss to press his lips to her ear. "Are you going to come for me, kitten? Just like that? Telling me no, pushing me away, trying to make me stop?" His heated whispers were only for her to hear, using them to drive her closer to the edge, "Is that all it takes? A few minutes of begging, some envious onlookers, and you come undone?" She closed her eyes tightly and shook her head no, hiding her blushing face in the crook of his neck as she tried to hold back.
But he could feel her attempts to withhold, slipping one hand between them to swirl his thumbpad over her clit as he continued ramming into her, the fat head of his cock hitting the same mark over and over, her petite form thrashing beneath him with his redoubled efforts. Yagi glared down at her, watching her writhe, "You're my little whore. Only for me. Isn't that right?" He could start to feel her muscles tensing at the cusp of climax, taking in every detail greedily – her eyes falling shut and head tipping back, her rosy cheeks, her ragged cries, his perfect pet too lost for words. "That's it, you're such a good girl," he ground out loud enough for anyone to hear, "Do it for me, come for me." His groan was strangled when she began to spasm around him, squeezing his cock so tight his hips stuttered.
Yagi felt her wet heat soaking him, spilling out with every careful nudge into her. He struggled to hold back his own release, bucking and burying himself to the hilt in her pliant body just so he could feel her squeezing cunt try to desperately milk his cock. "You made a mess, kitten," he made sure his voice carried up, his thumb working her through the last twitching waves of pleasure, hissing through his teeth every time his touch elicited another tight clasp of her core until it felt like every muscle in her was throbbing.
He pushed her thighs back and apart, staring down at where they were joined. Yagi hungrily took in the way her little hole was stretched to the limit around him, how he could barely fit even when she was soaked, envying every drop of her arousal that had trailed down her thighs and his front, pooling onto the table beneath her. A choked sound fell from his lips at the sight, rolling his hips to grind himself while fully rooted in her before he raised his gaze to glance around the ceilings of the room.
His eyes flitted down to her, finding his pet hiding her blushing face behind her bound hands, still trying to catch her breath. "Next time you misbehave, I could always put the video on loop," he mused to himself, grinning insatiably at the camera with the most favorable angle before reaching for the tablet laying on the table beside her. "Imagine that, a whole compound of villains watching you squirt for me on every screen." He licked at his lips when her eyes flashed open, staring up at him with renewed wide-eyed panic, her cheeks still bright red. But Yagi only offered her a hollow saccharine smile, his eyes darting back to the tablet where he began zooming in on the live feed of them on its screen. "I'll have someone blur out your face, sweetheart. But I could put on a whole reel of every dirty picture and video I have of you with this, you know." He looked over his shoulder to the chair behind them then back to the screen, needing to ensure it was perfectly positioned.
He withdrew from her, the sudden bereft feeling making her whine and close her thighs involuntarily before he forced her to sit up by yanking at the belt still secured to her wrists. "I've never put on such a show, you know," he whispered into her ear, eyes drifting up to the doorway, "but I've also never had such a pretty little thing so eager to be fucked." Yagi twisted her around and pressed her back to his chest, reaching around to grope at her breasts, pausing to see if she looked up. "What's wrong, baby? Too embarrassed?" He pinched one of her nipples until she cried out sharply, finally following his gaze to see the number of onlookers had nearly doubled, a few lit cigarettes glowing in the distance.
Yagi coiled an arm around her waist and lifted her, keeping her limbs pinned to her front before stepping back and lowering himself into the chair with her back still flush to his chest. "Just one more show, princess. Until the next time," his other hand lined himself up at her slick entrance, his cock still covered in the evidence of her climax. He bore all his weight down upon her with no preamble, forcing her onto him so roughly she couldn't help but cry out and scrabble to get away even with him fully buried in her, every attempt to escape his iron grip making him grunt in pleasure. "Just one more," he repeated, his voice having a needy edge to it that wasn't there before, his lips against her ear again.
"I'm going to let them watch you take my load," that neediness was replaced with a wretched thrill, growling as she tried to squirm atop him, his grip around her tightening. Yagi leaned forward, eagerly eyeing where they were joined and nuzzling his face into hers with mocking affection. "Don't you want them to see me ruin you?" He started to roll his hips beneath her, using his free hand to press firmly into her front just above her pelvic bone instead, making her shudder as it intensified the way his fat cockhead razed against the tangle of nerves within her, stroking at her front walls until she was keening.
Yagi started snapping his hips up into her until she was bouncing over him at a steady pace, his feet firmly planted on the ground, her moans and whimpers in time with each delicious stroke. Her head reclined back into his chest, giving him the perfect vantage to keep his black-and-blue eyes flitting from her prettily blushing cheeks to her pert breasts and down to where he was stretching her until she ached, her thighs glistening with her pleasure. "Beg me to not come inside of you," his long blonde bangs fell into her face as he groaned against her ear, feeling her muscles getting taut all over again.
The red of her cheeks intensified with his request but she shamelessly obeyed, too spiraled out in her pleasure to refuse him or question his intentions. "Please, no," she begged loudly for him between gasps, "not today – too risky." She cried sharply when he rewarded her words with a frantic involuntary buck of his hips that betrayed the potent thrill this carnally-debauched impulse inspired in him, "Don't, please." Her eyes closed tightly, biting her lip to keep her whimpers muffled as she slowly fell apart.
Yagi's grin fell from his lips, not anticipating the way her words would stoke the fire building in him, knowing it wasn't true but feeling an unmistakable thrill over the very idea of claiming her so thoroughly. "Too bad, I'm going to fill you up. Every drop, kitten." He sounded deplorable, spurred on by the way it appealed to the primal side of him. "Maybe that's what I want, huh?" The hand at her front pressed into her with renewed fervor, his thumb stroking her stomach until she squirmed at the significance, briefly panicking that he truly wanted to breed her. "Maybe then you'll let me take care of you, princess? Just so I could keep you," Yagi leaned back into the chair so they slid out of it a little, allowing him to ram up into her faster, his use of her urgent and demanding. "Does that make you want to come again? Knowing you'll still have to take every drop?" His voice was strained but still carried, his face tight with concentration, gaze fixed upon her obsessively.
Yagi answered her delighted chorus of 'yes' with gradually increasing the weight pressing his hand into her front, hearing her cry out as he angled his hips to strike her spot over and over, feeling the pushback and pressure of his cock knocking into her front walls under his palm, grinding the heel of it into her. "I'd take care of you," he whispered wickedly, not missing the way she clasped around him every time he played into that fantasy. His answering chuckle was cruel but strained, elated he had inadvertently discovered a secret fetish of hers judging by the way she wound tighter and tighter.
Yagi was rhythmically grunting and rutting up into her, only stopping when her insides began to convulse around him, her body fluttering and shouting atop him, wholly sheathed once again and grinding into her through her release. Her back tried to arch but he held her tight, her breasts swaying with the stirring motion of his hips, bouncing a little every time she twitched and squeezed him tight. "Every drop," he ground out through gritted teeth, starting to buck into her again, "or you'll have to take another load," his words depraved, knowing she couldn't possibly contain it all when he filled her.
Yagi smothered her mouth with his, forcing her to swallow his strangled sounds. His thrusts became uneven and erratic, handling her nearly-limp body like a rag doll as he raced to finish, pounding into her at a relentless pace. "Every drop," he threatened once more with a choked breath before his hips stuttered and canted up into her as deep as he could go, driving her down to hold her in place all over again as he began pouring into her with a roar. He flooded her tiny hole, his massive bollocks surging with every ceaseless spurt until his release leaked out of the tight seal of them, overflowing and spilling into his tight blonde curls. He captured her lips with his, smothering her inteligible cries with his tongue, groaning into her mouth.
He only withdrew from the kiss when he heard the doors snap shut, letting her catch her breath before pressing his lips to hers again, moving his mouth against hers sweetly this time, his grip on her gentling. "Good girl," he murmured when he pulled back again, burying his face into her hair and inhaling, addicted to her scent. He huffed an amused breath when he caught sight of her blushing and glaring up at him, her bound wrists raised so her forearms pressed into her exposed breasts, skin pinpricked from the cold. His long fingers worked the belt off her wrists effortlessly, never taking his eyes off her face. "What's wrong, princess?" His tongue darted out to wet his lips, gaze lingering on her mouth, wanting to taste her with another slow kiss. But instead his gaze darkened when she turned her head away, retaliating by pulling her tight against him again, a low growl filling his chest. "I may be yours now, but you're still mine," he threw his belt onto the table. "You've always been mine," his hand immediately dove past her hips, his fingers sharp and quick with a little resounding slap aimed right over her clit. She yelped and writhed, her body involuntarily tightening around him so hard he was nearly pushed out, causing another ripple of their mixed mess to spill out of her. He bucked into her at the sensation, still partially erect, hissing through his teeth.
She could feel him starting to rapidly harden within her, hear his ragged breath in her ear. "One more," he straightened up in the chair, nearly crushing her ribs with the way he clung to her greedily, her arms trapped at her sides. She cried out and squirmed hopelessly in his grasp, trying to get away from the pressure of his open hand rubbing where he had just struck her, her bundle of nerves so overstimulated it was borderline painful. "Just one more," he sounded desperate, aching to fill her a second time, drawing his hand back to hit that sensitive little bud again. He hissed as she tightened around him once more, his eyes lighting up, having to bear his weight down onto her yet again just to keep himself buried with how strongly she spasmed around him.
"It won't take much," his breath was hot against her ear, an unhinged grin splitting his lips, "not when you feel like that." Yagi began rhythmically striking it over and over with brutal precision, needing very little force to get the desired reaction. He grunted each time, holding her down and forcing her hips to grind and wind against him with every delicious grasp of her cunt. Her gasps and cries became high and thin with each new hit, pinpricks of tears blurring her vision, the sensation too intense. But he used her until she was trembling atop him, her thighs quivering, lips parting as anxious cries of both pain and pleasure fell from her lips. Her climax was sharp this time, white-hot and inescapable as he held her to him with nowhere to go. Yagi let the muscles or her core rip his final release from him with a strangled groan, his face slackening as he emptied himself into her.
It took several long drags of air for him to recover, releasing his arm from her so she could finally take a full breath but moving both his hands to cup her breasts, unable to keep himself from touching her. He rolled her nipples between his fingers just so he could hear her whine and whimper, addicted to her sounds, loving how she tried to get away from his harsh caresses. Yagi stopped only as she tapped his arm three times in quick succession, freezing when she signaled she was at her limit. His eyes raked over her, narrowed and assessing before moving to right her attire, slipping the mesh of her bra back in place and re-buttoning the neck of her dress with quick movements. "Mm, too much?" He sounded far too pleased with himself as his hands settled onto her hips, his gaze drifting to the tablet screen still displaying a zoomed-in live feed of him rooted in her, currently for his eyes alone.
She could only manage to nod at first, leaning her head back against his chest and closing her eyes, her breaths still coming in as quick little pants. "They really won't remember?" She eventually whispered, her cheeks warming up again but refusing to open her eyes just yet.
"My staff's memories are very much intact, but they're paid well enough to not care," he rested his chin on top of her hair, smiling wryly to himself. "Now, if I truly did decide to play back the video, the others would have a…distinct feeling of deja-vu, shall we say?" He couldn't help but let his hands roam, petting up and down her silk-sheathed sides.
She reached up to shove his hands away, ignoring the way he tensed up beneath her. "I won't let that happen." Yagi lifted his head to glare down at her and found her glaring right back at him. "Delete it," she said firmly.
"This again?" He sounded bored despite the angry heat starting to radiate off him in waves, his hands twitching with poorly concealed restraint, hovering just above her hips. "That demand didn't work the first time around, did it sweetheart? And since when do you 'let' me do anything?" His attempt to come across as indifferent was slowly devolving into a malicious tone, practically sneering down at her. "I suggest you temper your expectations – I may be 'yours' now, but I can assure you I will not be taking orders, pet."
The flush of her cheeks was angry, obvious by the way it crept down her neck. He huffed in exasperation as she tipped forward, her hands clutching the edge of the table until her feet found the floor, raising her hips from his to pull herself up and off of him unassisted. But his grip was upon her hips again before she could sway on her heels, her legs still unsteady and shaking. "Let go!" She tried pushing his hands away again, briefly considering just how far off she should tell him to fuck when he spun her.
Yagi's lips were pressed into a firm line, already mentally backpedaling. "Just…hold on," he ground out, forcing her to sit upon the table rather than risk her walking away unbalanced, lifting his hands away the instant he was sure she wasn't perched precariously. "I'm not good at this," his adams apple bobbed, swallowing thickly as he looked her over, busying his fingers by tucking himself away and re-fastening his trousers. His gaze lingered at her skirt and thighs before darting down to the front of his pants, everything thoroughly…coated. The corner of his lips quirked up in momentary amusement until he looked back at her face, catching sight of her expression. She was closed off, emotionless – now it was her turn to shut him out, huh? His golden brows tangled into a furrow, not sure how to reel her back, craving her warmth and hopefulness now that they were finally alone again. "I don't know *how* to be good at this."
She cast her gaze off to the side, leaning back into her palms upon the table and crossing her legs, her cheeks reddening further when she felt the mess he had been eyeing. "I hope you don't expect me to magically remedy that weaponized incompetence for you," she muttered to herself and sighed, sneaking a peek up at him in time to see him silently fuming at her words. Her chin lifted as she looked away once more, fiercely staring at the veins in the marble wall that encased the sunken conference room through her long dark lashes.
"Ah, you find me *lacking* in some way then, do you?" The very idea struck a nerve for him judging by how low his voice went, barely audible despite their proximity. Yagi's hands rose, one hand slipping into her hair while the other cupped her cheek, tilting her head to urge her gaze back to him. His eyes were gleaming dangerously, stooping down so his face was suspended just above hers. "It's too late to back out now though, princess. I told you that you'll never escape," he breathed out the words menacingly but then his expression unexpectedly softened – that haughty look of hers was both a thrill and a goddamn weakness for him. "You never listen," even his tone gave away how he was crumbling, sounding stuck somewhere between awe and fury.
She didn't let her pride or confidence waver, moving her eyes slowly down his face, almost imperceptibly hesitating at his lips before making their way back up to level him with a cold but assertive glare. "I don't have to listen to you. And I can leave any time I want to, Toshinori."
Yagi didn't miss the way she idled at his lips, his grip in her hair tightening at the beginning of her declaration. But his breath caught in his throat when she used his first name, his eyes hooding with renewed fervor. "Then leave. Just try and see what happens," he growled before kissing her, surprisingly slow and soft in spite of his words and grasp upon her. He felt some of the tension she was holding in her pose release, compelling him to deepen the kiss until his mouth began to move urgently, needily against hers, his kisses suddenly frantic and pleading – don't go. It didn't matter that he was certain she couldn't leave the compound without his allowance, he couldn't handle her *wanting* to go or even considering it. He just didn't know how to say it, how to bring himself to speak the words.
Her hands moved to his chest, grabbing the silk lapels of his jacket and pulling him closer, lifting her face towards his so she could press her tongue past his lips. Yagi drew it into his mouth eagerly, meeting it with his own, his sound of approval rumbling against her. The gesture seemed to ground him, allowing him to slow down and savor the way she tasted, her softness, how her full lips felt moving against his own, longing and hungry for his affection.
He pulled back unexpectedly, breaking the seal of their kiss to look down. "Don't go," he rasped out, his brows knitting together as his black-and-blue eyes searched her face. It felt as if their roles were reversed – he was the one asking her to stay, unwilling to let her go now that he finally had her all to himself. His lips brushed against hers, grazing softly, almost another kiss.
She caught her lower lip between her teeth but nodded. His emotions were always driving her backwards and forwards, never sure where his mood would take them next, going from aggressive and controlling one moment to tender and begging her the next.
Yagi stroked her cheek with his thumb, canting his head to the side as he took her in, something oddly appraising about the way he looked her over. He paused in silent consideration on the precipice of asking her something, having to will himself to let his words tumble over the edge, afraid he might regret asking too soon. "Stay with me... Come work for me."
Numerous expressions flashed over her face as the gears turned inside her head, working through the strange familiarity of his proposition she just couldn't quite place. Confusion, suspicion, understanding, irritation...she settled into eyeing him warily, experiencing the sense of deja-vu he had mentioned with Recall's quirk but still completely unable to remember the exchange she had overheard at the meeting. "What do you mean? Like...be a part of your staff? An assistant or something?" No, that didn't feel familiar in the same way - bartender, card dealer? Still no. Her brows came together in frustration, her nose scrunching as she fought to pull up a memory that just didn't exist.
"My quaint little establishment is in need of a talented and capable healer," the hand in her hair slipped away, reaching for a stack of folders and pulling out the bottom-most one to set open beside her. Yagi thumbed through the sheets - copies of her transcripts, college admissions, resumes, recommendation letters, program applications, her PhD thesis, every published essay and study she wrote or contributed to. She held her breath and gaped at the contents he casually feathered through, knowing there was no point in asking how he got ahold of it all.
The seconds dragged on in silence before she found her voice again. "How long have you had all of this? Since you saw me in the background of that news report?" He nodded in affirmation, his gaze hardening in preparation for some backlash. But her hands merely dropped from his chest as she twisted her body to flip through the laid out pages herself. Could she really balk at this particular invasion of privacy? It was tame compared to everything else...yet she kept guarded, minutely closing herself off from him again. "In what capacity? Your emergency mob doctor?" Her tone was flat when she asked, perhaps even a little irate.
Yagi's lips pulled back into a soundless snarl, flashing a canine at her as he recalled their first encounter when he broke into her apartment - she had told him healing the laceration on his arm was a one-time thing, and that 'Whatever issue you have with your mob doctor needs to be resolved.' His hand still cupping her jaw shifted, catching her chin between his thumb and forefinger to tip her face up to his. "'Mob doctor' is a rather crude way to put it, pet, but yes. However, it'd be more than just emergencies."
She huffed a humorless laugh, "I suppose villains need preventative care and general check ups too, huh?" He cocked his head to the other side and studied her as if debating how much more to divulge, making her eyes narrow skeptically. "What aren't you telling me?"
The corners of Yagi's lips pulled down into a subtle frown, his eyes flicking back up to hers. "I don't need an answer today...I'd just like you to consider it before I formally make you a *very* sizable offer." He drew her chin just a little bit higher, his lips agonizingly close to hers, a reserved smile replacing his frown when her cheeks darkened in response to his closeness. "You'll be given all the details you need to make a final decision when that time comes. And until then, just…stay."
He silenced her protest before it could come, slanting his lips over hers and stealing her breath away with a burning kiss, his tongue like a flame licking into her mouth somehow both wet and searing. Against her better judgment she gave in like she was starved for his heat, melting into him as his arms encircled her frame, her hands slipping up and fisting his thick blonde hair to keep him from pulling away too soon.
"Stay," he murmured again when they came up for air, the word an ember smoldering between them before he claimed her lips again. He could feel her small swell of reluctance in the way she kissed back, like a ripple from an ebbed tide threatening to flood back in and extinguish their flame. He held her closer still, driving his tongue past her lips once more to entwine with hers, every stroke stoking that fire until it was blazing.
Yagi knew he had her when she made those sweet little aching sounds he craved, devouring the noise with another feverish kiss until she was dizzy for lack of breath.
[Thank you all for reading! Don't forget, this author has a praise kink, so let me know what you liked in the comments!
A little bit about the delay in updating fanfics: I am an emergency gas leak responder and pipefitter that can get called out 24/7, and the busiest time of year for us is winter! I'm working a lot of OT in addition to all the digging and wrenching we do outdoors in our midwest winters, so it may be tough to find the energy to write until the temperatures come up. I promise you I am constantly thinking about my fics, though! And I'm incredibly flattered that folks actually check for updates regularly lol.
I just want to stress if you don't like the hot/cold back and forth, please bear in mind I've said from the beginning this is gonna be an angsty romance. I don't want them to fall into a perfect relationship, to always be happy, or have their issues come from external sources. That's no fun for me to write, sorry! I like it when fictional love gets tumultuous and angry, especially for a toxic possessive asshole and his smartass brat. Love doesn't fix people, fictional or not, *shrug*]