This is a request by BR7566

I have a request. Yandere!Kyoya x Submissive!Reader please. Please make it a lemon.
Note : Contains Sexual Content and Violence!

Enjoy
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Your POV

Releasing a small sigh, I sit on a small park bench, running my fingers through my hair as I lean back. Drinking in the sight of the empty park. A small summer breeze whispering through the air, the swings softly creaking, swinging in the wind. A small shiver running down my spine, causing me to recoil, wrapping my cardigan tighter around my body as I look down at the floor, small tears bunching into the corner of my eyes.

Pulling my knees to my chest, hugging my legs as I look up at the sky, watching as it turns from a sky blue to a deep navy, the sun slowly setting upon the day, turning day into night. Forcing my tears to stay in my eyes, refusing to let them fall after enduring what I had to go through, not wanting to show any passers by or any strangers my upset, not wanting to draw any attention.

I couldn't put up with the violence. I couldn't handle the stress of the whole situation anymore. Always on the edge of my seat, constantly worrying what will happen if I even look at a guy the wrong way. My heart always threatening to break free from my chest. Always stepping into school, head down, pulling my cardigan tightly over my body, letting my hair cover my face, trudging into school to try and avoid any confrontation with anyone. Always making sure that I didn't do anything out of turn to rile up my boyfriend...

If that's what you could call him.

Upon first meeting him, he would always make my heart flutter, always managing to cause butterflies to flutter around my stomach. My heart would almost burst at the sight of his black locks, the cute little habit he has of pushing his glasses up on his face. The way he'd always have that glint in his glasses ever since he was up to something would always make me flush red. The way he'd always stay up late, making sure that I'd fall asleep happy, making sure that nothing would awake me... often allowing me to sleep in his bed while he sat at his desk working. Letting me have a good nights sleep...

Then, after dating him for a year, he changed drastically. Forcing me to take classes alone. Paying the teachers, and the school, to make sure that I have a teacher the same gender as I. Forcing me to stop all contact with any of the Host Club members, telling me lies and rumours, forcing me to ignore them. Kyoya, ignoring every little protest I made, forced me to move in with him, forcing me to wear whatever he wanted, forcing me to do whatever he wanted. His parents didn't care about me, they were happy Kyoya landed himself a 'girlfriend'. His brothers didn't care, they had better things to worry about. His sister didn't even care, only voicing her concern once before keeping tight lipped the next day...

I found out Kyoya had threatened everyone. Telling them that if any of them communicated with me in any way, he would hurt them in ways that would make a murderers work look like child play. Intimidating everyone into not talking to me, forcing them to avoid me.

I wasn't in a relationship... I was in a cage.

The only way I could escape the suffocating atmosphere: having a small stroll through a park. However, he'd have at least five of his personal police squad keeping their eyes on me. Making sure that I didn't make a runner. Making sure that I didn't escape. Not wanting to not only anger Kyoya but to lose me...

I tried once.

I ended up getting tied up to his bed, the tightest handcuffs chafing my wrists. He didn't do anything too drastic. Just kept me in his room for two weeks. When I needed the toilet, he'd practically drag me to where I needed to be. It wasn't nice. It was forceful. Rude. Discomforting... it didn't feel like love anymore... it was being held against my will, forced into a relationship I didn't even want anymore.

There was no way out. I was too afraid. Too obedient.

Cutting me out of my thoughts, a figure sits next to me on the bench. A familiar face coming into my view. It was Tamaki. His baby blue eyes, usually so cheery and happy, were full to the brim of worry and concern. His usually kept blonde hair was messy, as if he'd just risen out of bed. He wasn't himself. I turn my attention to him, looking at him worriedly as he takes my hands in his... the police force could shoot him...

"T - Tamaki - Senpai," I quiver, eyes widening as he assess the small cuts pushing out of my (s/c) skin, "What are you doing here? If Kyoya - Senpai finds out he'll -"
"What happened to you?" He asks, his voice laced with concern, cutting me off, "(Y/n) - chan... what is he doing to you?"
"T - Tamaki... please," I beg, trying to pull my hand away from his, "I don't want you to get hurt,"
"(Y/n) - Chan..." Tamaki muttered pulling me into hug, my hands softly shaking as I lean into his kind embrace, "I'm taking you back home... Come on,"
"No! I can't! If Kyoya finds out he'll -" I reply before shrieking as I hear a gunshot, my heart pounding in my chest as I look at Tamaki petrified, his arms tightening around me

Looking around, gripping Tamaki's jacket tightly, I pale as I see Kyoya. His figure pushing through the misty terrain. Like a villain. A small sinister smirk on his lips as he stands a couple of feet away from us, glaring toward Tamaki. My heart threatening to burst out of my chest. My eyes thick with tears. In his hand, a gun. He must have fired it earlier... a warning shot. Tamaki glares back, holding me tightly, slightly paling.

"What are you doing to her?!" Tamaki yells, pulling my face into his chest, "Kyoya! This isn't like you!"
"Let her go," Kyoya replies, pointing the gun to Tamaki, "You know the rules, Tamaki,"
"Kyoya! Please! This isn't healthy!" Tamaki pleads, rubbing my back, wincing as the safety lock is taken off the gun
"Let... her... go!" Kyoya growls
"Kyoya! Please! Don't shoot!" I plead, wriggling out of Tamaki's grip, running to him, "Please! Please! He's let me go! Please!"

Panting softly, close to tears, I grab his wrist that connect to hand holding the gun. Staring at him. Pleading at him with my eyes. Too scared to even speak. My heart was in my throat, my stomach tying. My hands shaking as I try to pry the gun from him, my eyes staying locked on his. He glares at Tamaki, pulling me close to his body making me squeak softly, leaning into him.

"Let's just go! Please Kyoya!" I plead, pressing a pleading kiss to his cheek, "I'm all yours! Just don't hurt Tamaki - Senpai!"

Kyoya glares at me, pressing a possessive kiss to my forehead before shooting Tamaki in the foot chasing a shriek from me, watching as Tamaki shouts in pain, falling to the ground, his hands cradling his foot as Kyoya picks me up, leaving me stare at Tamaki in horror as Kyoya throws me over his shoulder, my body limply resting on him as I refuse to struggle. Covering my lips as Tamaki yells out for help.

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Ignoring the many pleas that escaped the maids' lips, Kyoya storms through the hallway, his arm tightly around my torso. His shoulder digging into my stomach. My body hanging limply over his body as small sniffles and whimpers escape my lips. My hands shaking, my lips trembling. Each passing of a maid, I'd send them a helpless look, begging them to say something... but their pleas were caught in their throat as soon as Kyoya shot them a menacing glare. The maids instantly scurrying back to work, muttering to themselves, whispering between each other as Kyoya slams his bedroom door shut, letting me wince softly at the loud noise.

Releasing a small squeak, I look up at him as he slams me into the bed, my body softly bouncing as the mattress springs back. My hands softly resting on my lap as I watch him pace around, shaking his head. Locking the door on his way. His brown eyes staring at me, staring me down, making me feel smaller and smaller and smaller as he slowly towers over me, his hand grabbing my chin, his fingers digging into my cheeks, his nails making small crescent shapes into the skin. Making me wince. A small whimper leaving my lips.

"You're not longer allowed on your little walks, darling," he hums, pressing an innocent kiss to my nose making me look down, "If you want some fresh air, you'll accompany me in the garden, understand?"
"Y - Yes Kyoya," I whimper out, hissing as he pushes my head away, my hands instantly rushing to my cheeks as I look away, "I - I didn't mean for that to happen... I - I didn't know he was there... honest..."
"I know you didn't mean for it to happen, my sweet little angel," he purrs, sitting down, pulling me into his lap, "You're so loyal to me sweetie, it's Tamaki who's a pig,"
"I - I love you Kyoya," I squeak, wrapping my arms around his neck, pushing my body against him
"I love you too my little angel," he hums, kissing my neck softly, "But I must remind you who you belong too... maybe getting you pregnant might help,"

My eyes widen, staring down at him with my mouth agape. My brain numbing. He wanted me pregnant. My heart stopped. Time stopped. Releasing a small smile, not wanting to upset him, I press a soft kiss to his cheek, blushing as he chuckles, biting his lip. Sliding his hands down my back, cupping my ass, kissing my neck softly. His eyes glinting with lust.

"Don't you think that's a bit... too soon?" I ask softly, playing with his black locks of hair, "I mean... you still have medical school to worry about, I don't want a baby to distract you,"
"You're so considerate sweetie," he hums, nipping at my collarbone, "But I won't need to worry about it because you'll be a stay at home mom, you'll look after the baby for us,"
"W - what?" I ask with wide eyes, staring at him, "Kyoya... I don't understand,"
"You're never leaving the confines of this mansion, and when we move out and get our own, you'll never leave that one either," Kyoya explains, unzipping the back of my dress, letting it loosen around my chest, "It's too dangerous for you, I didn't want to hurt Tamaki in front of you... but I had no choice, the world is a cruel place for an angel like you to be left on her own, I'll protect you,"

Without another word, Kyoya slides my dress off my person, letting it pool at my feet. He admires my body, drinking in the sight. Wearing the lacy black bra he ordered me to wear with the matching panties. Anything to keep him happy. God only knowing what he'd do if I angered him. With a deep breath, I slide back onto his lap. Obediently, I begin to unbutton his dress shirt, blushing as he presses small kisses to my neck, his teeth softly nipping at the flesh. I slide his shirt off his chest, folding it up nicely before setting it down on the dresser. His bare chest greeting me. He spreads his legs, wide enough so I can squeeze through, and I begin to unbuckle his jeans, pulling the belt away from the loopholes and softly setting it next to his shirt. Folding up his trousers as I blush softly at the sight of him in his boxers.

I could never say no to Kyoya...

He grabs my wrists, pulling me onto the bed, sliding his figure on top of me, admiring the view he has. He loved being dominant. He loved the view he gets when he's above me. His soft lips kiss down my neck, his hands rubbing circles on the insides of my thigh. My heart pounding in my chest as I release soft mewls, blushing as Kyoya leaves a giant purple hickey on my neck. Signalling who I belong to. His finger softly hooked around my panties, pulling them to the side while his other hand pushes a finger deep into my core. Smirking down at me as I release a small moan.

His fingers thrust into me, his eyes drinking in my reaction. Watching as I bite my lip. Watching as I subconsciously buck against his knuckle, pleading quietly for an extra finger or something more. Always knowing what buttons to press to get what he wanted. Slowly, he adds to more fingers, scissoring them around my heat, stretching me for the appendage destined to fit inside me. Wanting nothing more than to ram into me, claiming me.

Breathing softly, I plead. My arms wrapping around his neck, pushing him into a passionate kiss. Letting him drink in my moans as I buck my hips into his hand. Begging him. Pleading with him. Wanting him.

"Please... please Kyoya!" I beg, whining as he curls his fingers, abusing my g spot, "Fuck me! Please! Please! Fuck me!"
"Such a good little angel," he hums, nipping at my ear, "Let me hear those moans,"

Yanking away my source of pleasure, Kyoya pulls his fingers away from my dripping heat, softly licking up the slick covering his fingers, a small blush crawling onto my cheeks, watching him drink my juices. How was he so arousing? Discarding our underwear, giving his member a tug, he smirks, circling my hole with his tip, chuckling as I release a small whine, my hips senselessly bucking into thin air. Satisfied with teasing me, he pushes the tip; and only the tip, in. Smirking as I buck my hips, throwing my head back with a moan as I slowly suck more and more of him in. My pussy pulling in more of his cock.

Kyoya shook his head, chuckling softly as he sets his glasses down on the bedside table, his hands resting either side of my shoulders, interlocking our hands together as he thrusts into me. Muttering words like 'slut' and 'bitch' under his breath. Goading me how desperate I was and how needy I was for his cock. I couldn't respond. Too high on euphoria. My insides singing. My moans could speak for themselves. Kyoya pounding into me as if I was nothing, biting at my neck, leaving larger hickeys on my neck, groaning as I tighten with each thrust.

Drool was slowly sliding down my cheek, his dick mercilessly pounding the right angle, abusing my g spot. My eyes rolling to the back of my head. My toes curling. My nails digging into his hands as I arch my back, calling out his name like a mantra.

"You look so beautiful wrapped around my cock," he hums, slamming into me, his thrusts stuttering, becoming sloppy, "I'm going to fill you so much you'll be dripping with my seed,"
"Kyoya!" I moan out, my tongue rolling out as he digs deeper into me, "I'm so close! Please! Ah!"
"Such a slut," he mutters, groaning as I tighten around him

Releasing a high pitched moan, throwing my head back into the pillow rather roughly, I release all over his member, drool dripping onto the sheets. My heart pounding as I wince at the overstimulation. Whimpering as he slams harder into my sensitive pussy, gasping as he releases into me. Pumping his seed. Filling me to the brim as he said. A large blush covering my cheeks as he pulls out, watching as he presses on my stomach softly, a small trail of seed pushing out...

"You're beautiful, and you're all mine!"...

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You don't need him to fight for you...

You're too loyal to me...

Too brainwashed and drunk on love...

After all, wherever you run off too...

You'll always come running back!