#yandere shoto
Shoto wondered how it was that you could tease him like this. You pretended to be so sweet, so innocent, as if you were the hapless victim in all of this when it couldn’t be further from the truth. You were the one who was torturing him, the one who was being so unbelievably cruel to him. Biting your lip, chewing on it so absentmindedly, you were driving him mad. All he could think about was crushing those tempting lips of yours under his and considering just how crazy you were making him, he thought that he more than earned it.
But when he leaned forward to do just that, you flinched away.
“What are you doing?” you asked him, your eyes gleaming with that adorable fear of yours, the fear that couldn’t fool him for one second.
“I’m trying to kiss you.”
“Well, don’t!”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want you to!”
Sighing in frustration, Shoto wondered if you honestly thought that he was really that gullible. Maybe you could have fooled him when he had first met you, but that ship had long since sailed. You weren’t the innocent little fawn you pretended to be, not with how you had flaunted yourself before him, driving him to the edge with love and longing. You had practically been begging him to steal you away, the only thing that had been missing were those words hanging ever so silently in the air. But Shoto had grown sick of waiting to hear you finally say them, just as he was growing sick of waiting for you to drop this pretense and let him conquer you the way that he was meant to.
“Are you so sure about that?” he asked, giving you one last chance to give up your façade.
“One hundred percent.”
“Then I guess I you have left me with no choice but to make you beg for my kiss.”
As you rolled your eyes in exasperated doubt, Shoto once again reached for you, though this time with nothing but his hand. When you tried to move away, he grasped your wrist with his other hand and held you tight, his touch growing hotter each time that you so much as squirmed. Finally falling still, you watched silently as his other hand met your face, not harsh and violent as you were expecting, but surprisingly gentle in the way that his fingers brushed your mouth. That is, until his fingers became freezing cold, forming ice at the tips that spread to your lips.
Shoto watched with a small curl to his lips as your lips turned blue, quivering as much as they could with the ice quickly encrusting your mouth. While your eyes began to fill his tears, his began to glow at the thought of you finally hurting the way he always did when around you. Still, any gratification that he got from that would pale in comparison to what he would get when you finally gave in.
“Well? You know that there’s only one way you can get your lips to warm back up.”
Whether your shivering increased or you were simply trying your best to shake your head no, Shoto couldn’t be sure. Either way, the one thing he was certain of was that you wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
“I can fix this,” he murmured, leaning ever so slightly forward to let you sense the heat coming off of his lips. “I can make it all better. You just have to let me. You just have to admit that you want me.”
Wanting to give you another little push, Shoto brought his icy hand back up to your lips, practically smirking when you flinched back as their freezing touch added a fresh crust of ice to your mouth. Worried that if you tried to hold out any longer, you would get frostbite, your resolve broke. Rather than try to say anything in your state, you simply rushed forward, crashing your lips against Shoto’s. You couldn’t move them much at first, but Shoto more than made up for that with the way that he so hungrily ground his mouth against yours. Between the warmth of his lips and his eager devouring of you, the ice around your mouth finally began to melt. And when it did, you could feel Shoto smiling triumphantly as he kissed you.
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