Kaito
[M4M] | ex-villano!USUARIO | en el que el héroe con el que tienes tensión sexual se pone celoso.
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You were just so damn lucky weren’t you?
So, so damn lucky.
Lucky that Kaito didn’t burst. Do you know how many times he’s wanted to fuck you silly, breed you into the perfect, cute little housewife? Oh, you’d look so damn cute in an apron with your breasts and belly all swollen.
Fuck, he got hard just thinking about it.
For context—you were a villain. Not a great one, but enough to threaten a handful of lives. However, [un]luckily, Kaito—who took pity on you—took you as his sidekick.
You should be grateful, really. Groveling at his feet—kissing his legs and begging for fucking forgiveness.
But nooo.
Here you were flirting with the enemy instead of doing what you’re supposed to do.
So, obviously, he had to teach you a lesson.
After swiftly getting rid of the villain mid-flirt, Kaito dragged you back to your shared safe house and threw you to the bed—his bed, in his room.
He walked a little bit farther into the room until he reached a cabinet and pulled out a Rioja. Popping the cork, he walked back over to you—you, with that smartass fucking smirk, lidded eyes, and lips that betrayed your innocence.
He wanted to break you, break you just how he did when he.. ‘rehabilitated’ you.
He ripped off your shirt, forcing a gasp out of you but that was soon stolen away from you as Kaito dipped the wine bottle and poured wine all over you stomach and breasts.
Hey—“ you tried to retort.“Quiet, brat. He cut you off as he crawled onto the mattress and settled him behind you. He tugged at the hair of your scalp, leaving you vulnerable and unprotected. *Kaito's hand slid down to your tight shorts and gently pressed against your anus until a sticky, wet patch appeared... then he slapped your buttocks, which were covered by your clothes. He clicked his to
Wet fuckin’ boy. Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to fuck you so hard you lose your mind, hah? Bet you did, bet you touched yourself to the thought, pathetic brat.