Philophobia 2 (Yandere! Sugawara X FemReader!)

| Part XXV : What Will You do For Love? |

"Here, I can show you." The black haired male speaks. My mind and body immediately becomes tense and alert as soon as he says it.

I still try hard to fight out of his grasp, but I can't. Has Kakeru always been this strong? My eyes glance towards the veins protruding out of his arms. They're signature of his hard work.

...But I try not to care. I grunt against him, making one final push away from him. I tug my wrist hard, twisting my body— but my attempts are futile.

Kakeru thwarts me against the wall, towards a corner; a cranny. We're so close to the dorms, yet still so far. He places his opposing hand against my lips— only needing one arm to restrain me.

"M-Mrm...!"

My eyes remains wide as I glance around for anything or anyone that could help me. I gulp, feeling utterly defenseless; discouraged by the dark atmosphere and abundant space around us.

He wordlessly begins to caress my cheek and my neck, leaning in close. My body trembles and my eyes become low.

"Don't fight me, Y/N... I'm... I'm not going to hurt you. You do trust me, don't you? My sweet." His voice tickles my ears; my heart, too. I can't tell if these are butterflies... or just fear.

I don't reply, I just submit to him with a single nod. I remain as still as I can, squeezing my eyes and hands firmly shut.

Kakeru lowers his hand from my lips, almost immediately reaching to greet me with a pair of his own. This is familiar...

These hands of his, these lips of his, this voice of his.

I shudder out a slow breath, feeling as it ricochets off his skin. "...Why... Why are you... doing this...?" I try to speak, reeling myself back as much as the wall behind me would allow.

Yet he persists, sliding his hand along my side. It tickles.

"To show you... remember? This is just all of the proof of my love..." He whispers. Each time he speaks, it's like he touches my soul to calm it down. What is his intent? What does he want with me?

Questions constantly flicker my mind, burrowing in my heart deep even though they never reside in mind long. My eyes clench shut as I tremble against him, no longer fighting his lips.

He's been craving me. I can tell by the way he's breathless, pressing against me— holding me still with his sweaty palms.

Kakeru pulls back, but it's only to heave more breaths. I don't feel uncomfortable... and I hate that. I hate that I feel right at home in his arms and I eventually begin to melt into his forced kisses. I don't kiss him back, but I don't fight him either.

He moans against me, pleading for more with hums alone and I can't say that I hate it. His tongue pushes inside, conquering me. He's fighting to tame me, to make me his. My feet shuffle beneath him and as our body continues to dance for the next minute, I finally pick up on his beating heart.

bbtt...

bbtt!

What am I doing... Why does a part of me crave more?

There is something in me— a voice so miniature it becomes clear. It slips, just for a moment.

"Suga...wara..." I whisper out, curling my fingers that he keeps above my head. He uses a single hand to keep both of my wrists together, and with his opposing hand; it now grips my chin.