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✧ Yandere Dr. Kenzo Tenma x Reader

I'm just bouncing between fandoms like a mf, aren't I? Kenzo's just such a lovely guy. I can't imagine him doing something rough, but rather softly refusing boundaries out of his own delusions. Basically Kenzo is overly attached to his patient and manages to convince himself you love him back despite you being under for the elapsed time spent between you both-

TW: Somnophilia, nonconsensual kissing, abuse of power, delusional thoughts

You wouldn’t mind a small kiss, would you? 

He wouldn’t violate you. Well, it wasn’t his intention to. He just wanted you to feel special in the same fuzzy way you made him. 

It was so hard to tell this time. Tenma was always good with picking up how you wanted his touch by the twitch of your fingers; he’d made it a priority to lie in bed with you at the shift of your hips to one side of the bed. You were a big cuddle bug from what he’d gathered. He wondered how much you’d want the feeling of his body against yours once you woke up…

A tinge of pink dusted his cheeks remembering how you’d almost got the both of you caught one night. 

After a long procedure, he only wanted to hold you to recuperate his energy for the next round of patients. During it, he’d gotten so caught up in plying your soft sides and dipping his lips between your neck and shoulder that he almost didn’t catch the sound of footsteps approaching your room. If he wasn’t so respected he likely wouldn’t go unscathed from the incident. 

He shook his head. Now wasn’t the time to be reliving the past when he was blessed with you in the present.

Your sleeping figure kneaded its brows into a look of tension. Again, your lips parted with the turn of your head into the feathered pillow beneath you. The one he bought not too long ago when he noticed you’d been tossing and turning at night.

Tenma swallowed thickly at the sight. That little suggestion that you wanted his love deeper. He wasn’t sure if he should go through with it.

Sure, he’s given you goodnight and good morning kisses on the cheek before. And he’s held you by the waist, and once on a very bad night kneaded your chest in his palms when he was drunk and horny. Of course, he apologized the next day— but besides that accident, never had he gone further.

No one else could care for you as he did. It wasn’t self importance, but a fact. He couldn’t trust his coworkers alone with such sleeping beauty. When you came in for your head injury family had only checked in once or twice before leaving you by your lonesome. It was such a sad sight looking at your nightstand void of any ‘get well soon’ balloons or surprise treats for when you awoke. Such a lonely sight that he promised the both of you he’d fix.

Yeah, who else could give you this kiss but him? Surely no significant other. Just Tenma. 

Only Tenma.

“I shouldn’t make you wait, darling.” He crooned with a warm smile. His dark eyes flicked to the locked door, then back to you. He lifted from his chair with a slight tremble to his legs before leaning to your bedside above you. 

The bed groaned under the weight of his full body placing either of his hands beside your head. 

You looked pretty like this. So so pretty. He could feel the blood rushing to his ears and nose at the eventual site of you awake and wanting in his bed. Tenma leaned in low enough to feel your breath on his lips. 

A shiver ran down his spine.

“Everything I do is for you, [name].” 

His lips met with yours, and it was heaven. No wonder you wanted this so badly. He couldn’t bring himself to pull away even when he puffed hot fans of air against you because he refused to break contact. And the soft pad of your tongue against his own fleshy muscle was enough to reduce him to whimpering into your mouth with great desperation.

He wanted you more, wanted to feel you deeper, wanted to kiss you into a mindless stupor. 

But even with the tent in his pants and the burning thoughts in his mind, he knew too much time had passed. A nurse would come knocking soon to interrupt your intimacy.

But that’s okay. 

He gave one last kiss to your cheek before sliding off and adjusting himself back to the doctor Eisler needed. He stepped to the door, looking back to wave at you with a smile. And like every other time, he continued out the door.

After all, he’ll come back to visit you. And there was so much more he knew you wanted to do with him on his return.

ur tenma fic was SOOOO GOOD i need a continuation plz maybe when the reader wakes up to tenma trying to kiss the reader ?? or tenma accidentally falling asleep beside the reader ??

✧ Yandere!Kenzo x Reader

I’m so excited- first request! Thank you very much anon 💜 I hope you don’t mind me going with the kissing route, also sorry about the lack of dialogue from reader, I felt like it’d be weird since they just got out of a coma. Enjoy!

TW: Nonconsensual kissing, somnophilia, delusional thinking

Your eyes, they were beyond hypnotic. Beautiful streams of color poured into the centered deepness of your iris’. Now that Tenma thought about it, he hadn’t seen you with your eyes open aside from photos in your records. You were so ethereal as you were, he could only ever imagine an artist capturing you as such. Photos never could do the same justice as paintings, could they?

If only you didn’t look so worried. He would’ve been over the moon that you’d woken up to him and not to anyone else.

Tonight was supposed to be like every other. Return to your room during his break, have some alone time to rehash his day, and read to you.

It just so happened you were needier this week. He’d been busy with the influx of patients in the ward; it was only natural that you’d get upset over being left alone for days at a time when he usually showered you in attention any minute he got. He would never make you shoulder the blame. He too felt the yearning for your breath against his neck during the times he'd rest with you against his chest.

Tenma finally got the chance to make up for all the lost time tonight. —And he may have gotten carried away in kissing you with the intensity of a week's worth of his passion that was bubbling inside him. Your warm cheeks were cupped firm with either of his hands. Completely still, you laid beside him as he gently bit at your lip and desperately peppered kisses from your cheek to your neck. Your face glimmered from the moonlight highlighting particular spots his tongue graced.

Tenma only pulled away to catch his breath. If he hadn’t, he would have never frozen in place at the sight of you, wide-eyed and just a few centimeters away from his face.

For a moment in time, you both paused to just stare at each other in total silence.

Only when the bed groaned from you shifting side to side did Tenma back away to give you space. You sat propped on your shoulders with a strange stinging feeling to your lower lip. Your face felt like it was on fire. And your head- god your head felt like it was swimming with water. The whole time you adjusted your eyes were trained on him.

For once, he was wordless. He greeted everyone recovering under his care if they woke to him. It’s just… this was so much different. This was like he’d broken the spell cast upon his sleeping beauty.

“Are you okay, [Name]? I’m very sorry if I startled you.” He offered a kind smile to calm you down.

You nodded in a vague way that was obvious you weren’t all there quite yet. Your eyes ran down his frame, then took in the surrounding room of blurry white walls and unfocused outlines of beeping equipment. Hospital. You were probably in a hospital. And judging by that coat, this giddy man was your doctor. Looking back at Tenma made you feel strange. He looked concerned. But less for himself and more for you with eyes that pleaded for you to say something. Wasn’t it wrong for this to be happening? Did he not have his mouth on yours earlier?

A force pulling you in flush by the neck against Tenma interrupted your thoughts. The hand moved from your neck to carefully pet your head. Whatever was feeding into your veins through the IV was making you melt at the contact. Suddenly you didn’t have any more questions. All you wanted was for Tenma to keep going.

His smile returned.

“See, you’re okay, darling. Everything’s gonna be okay.” A small squeak huffed out of you at the sudden embrace from your doctor. From how close he held you, you could see a twinkling in the corner of his eyes. The twinkle piling enough to stream down his face in modest, happy tears.

“We’re going to be so happy together. And-” He couldn’t hold back the breathy laughs of pure joy, “when you fully recover, we can get to know each other so much better, [Name]!”

You did nothing but bob your head along with his proclamations of love accompanied by his gentle petting hands. You tucked your chin into his shoulder, drifting in and out of bleary vision, unaware of just what you were agreeing to.