You wracked your brain to try to think of something he could help you with. You just hadn’t had enough experience to know what the cast was going to impede on. Then it hit you… but how do you say it? “Well…” You started out again, and the way he was so intently looking at you made your heartbeat speed up. “You could… maybe… offer a distraction?”

The Perfect Distraction – A custom Kei Okazaki (Collar x Malice) X Reader commission for Kristin; written by RJ Mercy & edited by Oona Tempest.

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The Perfect Distraction

“Say ‘aaahhh’.” Kei directed as he held the spoon out for you to eat from. Your eyes moved from the spoon to your incredibly loving, caring, concerned boyfriend – a little too concerned as his current behavior was showing.

It wasn’t just that he was spoon feeding you, this was only another example in his recent (over) care for your wellbeing. Before taking it upon himself to feed you, it was that he had to carry you out to the living room from the bedroom. And before that it was dressing you. And before that it was brushing your hair, and your teeth and… the list was long, and it didn’t look like he was going to ease up anytime soon.

“Kei… can we–” before you could finish your thought, he popped the spoon into your mouth.

Thank god he brought takeout.

Kei was wonderful in so many ways, but being able to manage around the house was not one of them. He caught water on fire, somehow. The thought of him actually cooking a good– no, just anything edible was too implausible, and you counted your blessings that he was aware of that.

You finished your surprise spoonful, and aimed for the best frown you could manage, this time not opening your mouth and leaving yourself open. Kei, on the other hand, was already waiting with another scoop of food, looking for all the world like this was the most enjoyable, natural thing in the world.

It wasn’t. It really wasn’t. He had never fed you before, and you knew the reason for it – and everything else – and it was going to need to be addressed before things got out of hand.

“What’s the matter? Not hungry?”

You continued to pout.

“Do you want something else?”

Another question met with silence as you tried to hold onto the unhappy look. It was extraordinarily hard to do with him being so sweet, but you had to. If you didn’t, he was going to make the decisions for you and that’s how you ended up here in the first place.

“Okay. We can eat later.” He set the spoon down and only when his hand moved away from it did you feel safe enough that he wasn’t planning to launch another sneak feeding attack on you.

Kei rose from his chair, and you quickly tried to reach for him to keep him from leaving, so you could properly have ‘that talk’ you wanted. But as you thrust your arm out to grab him, the weight of the new cast on it made it feel bulky and you hadn’t had enough time to adjust to it yet, so you punched the takeout off the table.

You watched in horror as the open container went flying, certain to spill food all over the floor and leave another mess to clean up. But Kei was quick with his reflexes, and somehow he snatched the paper cup out of the air, turning it so the centrifugal force that was carrying the food caused it to land back in the container. It was something out of a wuxia movie.

“Oh wow, that was close.” He said, almost sounding as amazed at himself as you felt at that moment. And while it was amazing, it was also something you could totally see him able to do in nearly any situation. Kei had been part of the special forces for many years, and his ability to handle ridiculous situations like this was one of the many loveable things about him.

Suddenly he was in front of you, the container returned to the table – out of your reach this time. “Are you okay? You didn’t hurt yourself, did you? Let me see.”

There wasn’t even the opportunity to answer any of his questions as he took up your arm with the cast and twisted and turned himself to look at it, rather than moving you.

“Kei!” You yelled, trying to get his attention. His pale purple eyes met yours, a slight look of surprise on his face.

“I’m… fine.” You said, cheeks flushing red. “But we need to talk about… this.” You wiggled your encased arm to indicate the topic.

Kei shoved his hand into his pocket and sat back in the chair. “I’m so, so sorry.”

The guilt was clearly eating at him. Guilt he didn’t need to carry, but with the way he was, he did, especially because it was you he hurt. You suspected that his current actions were a result of the guilt that he was piling onto himself, even though you both knew it was an accident. Accidents happened.

Now, maybe Kei was some sort of superman when it came to being able to prevent you from getting hurt – or food spilling that you literally punched off the table – but that didn’t mean that there wasn’t going to be a time that he couldn’t prevent it. And that time had come the previous day.

He had been teaching you self-defense techniques to ensure you could manage somewhat on your own, if the chance came that you two weren’t together and you found yourself in danger. And while the basics had already been taught to you, such as how to fall and roll without injury, you had a mild moment of panic and forgot what it felt like to fall safely the first time you had moved on to more advanced techniques.

The cast was the result of that single second of panic. You had fallen on your elbow, and the bone had been jostled, breaking your ulna in your forearm. It wasn’t a bad break, but you were going to be set in that hard plaster for a month, and on your dominant hand too.

From that moment, Kei had taken to doting on you like you were incapable of managing anything on your own, including insisting he carry you to the living room. You could walk fine. Your arm didn’t affect your feet. But his overprotectiveness had come out because of this, and it looked like he didn’t trust you to even walk on your own.

A memory from when you had first started dating came back to you, when Kei had confessed that he had a desire to lock you up so he could protect you. It was all starting to make sense now. It had sounded like a joke then, but now…

“I can take care of myself, Kei.” You tried to say gently, placatingly, doing your best to ignore the puppy dog look he was giving you. “… For most things…” You couldn’t help but give him a little. It was so hard to say no to him.

“So, no feeding?” He asked.

“No, no feeding. And I can walk! But…” You wracked your brain to try to think of something he could help you with. You just hadn’t had enough experience to know what the cast was going to impede on. Then it hit you… but how do you say it? “Well…” You started out again, and the way he was so intently looking at you made your heartbeat speed up. “You could… maybe… offer a distraction?”

“A distraction, hmm?” Kei tilted his head in thought, his eyes moving towards the ceiling like he was looking into his own mind.

The seconds dragged on, your heartbeat continued to pound and now your cheeks were growing flushed at the thoughts running through your head that didn’t appear to be running through his. Maybe you weren’t clear enough. Maybe you’d have to actually tell him what you were thinking– maybe he’d make you say it.

He’d play a silly game where he pretends like he doesn’t know the ins and outs of how to heat your body up and make you into a mess. You both knew better, but it was one of the ways he’d gently bully you into saying things that you found difficult. And you’d oblige, because you liked how hot it made him to hear you struggle to say those things.

By the time his eyes returned to you, your cheeks were blazing. The thoughts dancing in your head were far from pure, and he could surely tell. Something in his lilac eyes shimmered a dark shadow that made him look feverish, just like the way you felt.

Kei scooped you up in his arms and for a moment, you almost didn’t want to protest, because you had an idea of where this was headed. But where was the fun in submitting so easily? “I said I can walk!” You cried, despite wrapping your arms around him for stabilization.

“What’s that? You want me to carry you to the bedroom?” He smiled as he completely ignored your protest.

“I didn’t say that…” Another pout landed on your lips.

“But it’s the middle of the day! What could you be planning?”

“A nap.” You said blandly.

Kei set you carefully on the bed. His eyes locked with yours as he crawled onto the firm mattress, nudging a knee between your legs so he could move over you, his voice coming out in a low, sexy murmur, “I’m not tired, though.”

Unable to put weight on your arm, you were forced to lay against the pillows, making it difficult to look defiant with you being so compliant. “Oh? That’s too bad.”

Despite the words you were using, you gave no indication that you were sleepy, or ready for a nap. You tangled the fingers of your uninjured hand into Kei’s shirt, sneaking it up his stomach as you clutched at it and gently pulled.

One of his hands slipped under your shirt, his thumb tucking along the hem and bunching the fabric up as his fingers moved higher on your body. He ghosted his fingers along the underside of your breast, then tucked your shirt under you to keep your stomach uncovered for him. Then he sank towards you and his warm lips touched yours, just like his abdomen to yours – skin to skin, with nothing between you two in those spots.

His mouth moved against your lips, parting just enough to direct you to do the same, and you followed his request. His tongue played along yours, just a brief touch as if greeting– or teasing, you thought to yourself. A thought you enjoyed, and you hummed a small moan in your throat.

A sound like that was the sort of thing Kei loved to hear from you. It was fuel to his desires. He kissed you harder, deeper, more needy. This time he wasn’t teasing and he poured the fire inside him into his kisses, letting the flames lick you in the way he licked you, his tongue caressing and tasting every bit of you.

At some point he had moved both legs between yours, and while you hadn’t noticed it happen, you did notice the way he pushed your thighs apart with his. He rubbed his crotch against yours, stroking his growing erection, and a pressure began to grow in your groin. It wasn’t pleasure, yet, but the promise of what was to come. Your body remembered the way he felt inside you, and you clenched against nothing, arousal instantly sparking to life.

Kei broke his mouth away from yours, kissing your jaw towards your ear. His tongue touched your earlobe first, giving a delicate lick like he was trying to pull it into his mouth, but instead he brought his teeth to drag against the soft skin. “Still interested in napping?” He breathed into your ear, lips brushing against it as he spoke.

“Hnnnhmmaybe.” You wriggled below him, hips shifting from side to side while you tried to nuzzle his hard dick against your clit, finding no relief with so many layers of clothing between the two of you.

He dragged his parted lips along your neck, breathing along the skin. When he found the nape of your neck, he gave a nip, then pressed a kiss to the spot, as if apologizing. “I have something else in mind.”

“I wonder what it could be?” Continuing to swing your hips slowly from side to side, Kei rubbed himself against your mound just as slowly, the two of you grinding against the friction of each other.

Kei’s hand moved down to your hip, his fingers tucking into your pants and underwear where he bunched the waist in his hand like he was ready to rip them off you. “Just say the word.”

You let out a small whine. You knew what he wanted to hear, but he also knew that you were often contrary just to be contrary, and this was him pitting you against yourself. As always, the urge to deny him surged up. You wanted to push him to his limits until he was begging for your permission. But you also wanted him to ravish you, to make you his because you enjoyed when he had the control over you to leave you begging for him.

“Kei…” There was a desperate plea in the way you said his name, but Kei didn’t relent. He continued to grind against you. His hand on your waistband gave a small tug, reminding you he was ready whenever you were. And you were ready! But you had to tell him, and your loving, affectionate, manipulative boyfriend was in control.

“Please…” You begged.

“Please what?” Kei kissed the side of your mouth, watching you squirm.

You pressed your lips and glanced away. “I’m not tired anymore. Please?”

You heard him chuckle – felt him chuckle – the way his breath gusted against your cheek, the way his chest flexed away from you, and the way his groin bounced as he stopped his humping. He pushed himself backwards to oblige. “Good girl.”

It was only a matter of seconds before he had stripped you of your pants and panties, and only a few more for him to slip out of his own pants and underwear. Then he was between your legs again, his hand wrapped around his dick as he rubbed the glans along your slit. His finger brushed between your folds, collecting your wetness and spreading it over his cock’s head, his knuckle nudging your hooded nub with every stroke he gave himself.

Impatience had you rocking towards him, trying to give yourself something more to rub against.

He smirked and took his sweet time, dragging it out until you were on the edge of just giving up out of frustration. Then his dick was pressed against your entrance, and he slowly sank into you. Agonizingly slow. Slow enough that you could feel every inch as you rolled your hips into the mattress and into him to help work his cock inside you.

You huffed in mock annoyance, wanting him to stop toying with you and just dick you deep and hard how you liked it. But he had the upper hand today, and he knew it. He sat there, leaving you writhing beneath him as he gloated silently over you, letting you know who was in charge.

“Kei!” You cried, any more of this and you’d pass into actually being frustrated.

Kei descended on you, covering your mouth with his. He stole whatever protests and pleas you were about to utter, shoving his tongue between your lips as you gasped at the ferocity in his kiss. Your eyes slipped close and as your tongues twirled and danced, his hips pulled from yours and then slammed back into you.

The first groan you let out was completely unintentional, causing you to break the kiss he had forced onto you. His hips rammed into you again, and this time, you caught your breath that he had stolen away. Another rough pound, and he wasn’t toying with you any longer. His rhythm picked up and soon he was pistoning his dick into you. The weight of him slapping against your loins was as comforting as his cock dragging inside your cunt was stimulating.

Whimpers and mewls squeaked out of your throat, small moans that were cut short by the fast pace at which Kei fucked you. He liked those sounds, you knew, and it wasn’t long before he was grunting in response to each tiny noise you let slip. Hearing him was also erotic. Knowing you were the reason for those sounds, and knowing that he was getting off on getting you off, made the whole experience even hotter.

His thrusts slowed, and he pulled out. Without needing prompting, you started to roll over, but stopped halfway on your side, your casted arm was going to prevent you from getting on hands and knees. You let out a sigh, looking at your injury.

“I’m sorry…”

“No, it’s okay!” You tried to sound a little too chipper about the inconvenience. “When you draw attention to it, you’re failing as a distraction.”

Kei lightly chuckled. “Right. Distraction time.”

He hoisted your top leg up, setting your ankle on his shoulder and straddled your bottom leg, then shoved his dick into you. It was rough and surprising, and certainly proved to distract you from your broken bone. It was a new, delicious angle, and the way he rocked into you made you wonder why you didn’t do this more often.

Kei ran his fingers down your extended thigh, towards your exposed sex. Now that he wasn’t covering your pelvic mound – or pounding into you – he had easier access to your clit and took advantage of that. Not only was he thrusting into spots you weren’t used to feeling him, at a pace that was not often one you two worked with, but he also brushed at your clit, flicking it with his thumb, and toying with it like he would your nipple. The angle made it perfect for giving it a soft pinch between the pads of his fingers.

“Ooohh…” You had tried to say something more intelligent, but all that came out was a noise at the new sensations.

Kei responded inside you, his dick throbbing causing your walls to flex and spasm back, and suddenly you let out another cut off moan. Kei gave a grunting groan, and the tension in your groin started to coil and build again. His fingers continued to work your clit. His cock dragged and pushed inside you. And his little grunts filled your ears.

Somehow, this angle made it feel like he was bigger than every other time, and you could feel his climax approaching with the way he got more stiff and seemed to swell. Whenever his dick would flex, you could feel it kick against you, and your body responded by clenching, and winding that coil tighter.

You were nearly there, yourself. Whimpering as you teetered on the edge of orgasm, not knowing what you needed in that moment to send you tipping over the ledge.

“Oh fuck.” Kei suddenly said, ramming into you, instincts telling him to push deeper.

He had never said that before!

Your thoughts scattered as those two words carried you to climax. He hugged your leg, pressing his pelvis to yours despite him already being as deep as he could go. Your insides clenched and squeezed his cock.

“Fuck–ngh.” He stammered, thrusting again. The drag of his dick making your cunt throb.

You dug your fingers into the sheets, just trying to find something to hold onto so you didn’t get carried away completely.

Gasping, you swung your leg down to lay flat on your back and Kei collapsed on top of you. He set his forehead on your shoulder and wrapped you in an embrace as he panted, pulling himself together as much as you were attempting to.

As you snuggled up in Kei’s arms, you had a vague, fleeting realization that you had completely forgotten about your broken bone. But even that thought faded as you drifted off in the arms of your over-protective, loving boyfriend.

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