ᴛᴏᴋyᴏ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀꜱ 𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓓𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤/𝕃𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤

Captive Lover |Yandere!Izana Kurokawa x Pregnant!Reader|

Warning: stockholm syndrome, lactation, kidnapping, rape (implied), yandere. Don't like dark themes, don't read. Thanks♡

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It's a warm, sunny day as Kurokawa unlocked the door to his house.

Home sweet home, he thought and simply couldn't wait to be greeted by his beloved (Y/n), and embrace her.

She was the only one to ever love him and show him kindness. The only one to ever pay attention to him and return his feelings.

Truly, she was his godsend angel...and he wanted to make sure it stays that way.

"(Y/n)-chan, I'm home!" He excitedly announced, after opening the door to the basement.

The wooden stairs creaked under each step as he made his way down, flicking on the lights as he sighed. Work had thoroughly exhausted him and he was just looking forward to spend the rest of the day cuddling next to you and his unborn child.

He smiled upon seeing you, but frowned slightly of you idly twiddling with the metal chain around your ankle.

Wait.

Is that a file?

(E/c) eyes quickly glanced up at him in both surprised and fear, as you'd quickly tossed the file away. It landing somewhere in the corner of the room, before shooting him a forced happy smile.

"Welcome home, honey! I'd missed you!" You say innocently, as if he didn't just see you trying to file yourself free of your shackles.

Kurokawa's eyes darkened as he allowed them to wander over your figure and sighed again, this time his chest filling with love and blood rushing downwards towards his pants.

Such a sneaky and lying little minx you are. At least, he was grateful that your little attempt at escaping was futile and you were still here, still chained up safe and sound.

Your belly big and round with his child. "I've missed you too, baby," he smiles lovingly, before walking over to retrieve the file you'd just thrown.

"Bady, were you trying to escape, again?" He asked sweetly, but there was something dark in his tone.

You weren't stupid to know he's currently thinking of dishing out a method to punish you for your little attempt.

You struggled against your restraints, keeping up that caring housewife act. You'd become a restless and feral little thing after months of been alone in his basement with nothing to keep you company except the continuing stretch of your belly and swollen ankles due to your pregnancy.

"No," you lied, "I would never leave you, Izana. I was only trying to loosen them up, so I could move around." You explained.

"Aw, is that so?" He crossed the room and kneel in front of you.

"Y-yeah, we were both growing restless, waiting on daddy to come home." You say.

Kurokawa placed his hand on your belly, his cock twitching in his pants at how warm and big you were.

"Also, I really wanted to cook you something, before you'd got home. A nice warm meal for my caring husband." You added.

Every word that left your mouth, made you want to scream your heart out and curse him!

You heard him release a low moan and quickly glanced in-between his spread legs. Your face redden in both horror and embarrassment at the gut twisting sight of his cock straining against his pants.

"Aw baby, how thoughtful of you? Such a good girl," he praised as his hand traveled up your distended stomach to your breasts, achingly full of milk.

You flinched when his finger grazed a swollen nipple through your shirt. He'd been the last one to milk you, careful to milk just enough to keep you lactating plenty until the baby is born, but not enough to drain you, thus allowing your breasts to swell and become painfully tender.

You'd gone up at least a double d in cup size.

"I-Izana?"

You nearly shriek when he lifted up your shirt, your heavy mommy milkers falling free, since you weren't wearing a bra. Warm breast milk already leaking from your nipples.

"What? You said you wanted to make me a nice warm meal," he smirks, "and you're doing just that."

He then leaned himself forward, before latching onto your right nipple.

"Wait!" You tried to protest as both pain and pleasure lit up at once and you choked on a sob, feeling as Kurokawa began to suckle you.

His other hand squeezed you, encouraging you to produce more milk to drink greedily. Your skin was so sensitive and tender, each rough suck painful enough to make you whine. You whimpered, feeling a dull aching throb down below and simply cursed your body for enjoying this.

It's already used to Izana's treatment, to the way he liked to "love" you every hour you were together. So, it didn't take long for him to get you to submit anymore. The longer he sucked, the less it hurt.

It was starting to feel extremely good.

And you HATED it!

You hated yourself for feeling sorry for him. You hated yourself for being kind to him, for comforting him, and for liking him.

He had been so lonely. So desperate for love and for a family, and you empathize that!

And you walked right into the web. A butterfly caught by the Golden Weaver.

When Kurokawa felt you were nearly drained, he popped himself off your swollen tit and exhaled with gluttonous satisfaction.

"So good. I'm so full." He rubbed your belly. "Such a good girl. So good to me. So pretty and round. I love you so much, (Y/n)-chan." He mumbles as if drunk.

Drunk off you.

His captive lover.

You found yourself gently being pushed back onto the futon as Kurokawa hovers above you and you dreadfully hear the sound of a zipper being undone.

"Now, time for your punishment for lying to me," he purred.