mrs fushiguro

Chunky, chocolate-coloured platforms hit the pavement as you step out of the back of the taxi you know has definitely overcharged you. You roll your eyes as you read the metre. The driver watches you intensely as you circle around the car, leaning into his window as you pull out your purse.

“This is daylight robbery you know, love.” you chastise him, fluttering your lashes in hopes of getting some kind of discount. He makes no attempt to hide the way he leers at you, looking your body up and down before he meets your eyes once more.

“You can pay me back another way, if you’re short on cash.” he smiles, a missing front tooth presents itself confidently, as if he has a chance. It fades, instantly, when you can’t help but scoff at his lewd proposal.

“Dream on,” you scowl. You hand him the taxi fare you owe and huff realising the only thing left in your purse is one fake eyelash and a single penny. “The least you can do is get my suitcase out the back.” you command him.

He quickly clears his throat as you back away from the door to allow him some room to do as you’ve asked. You check your phone to find the address pinned in your family group chat, looking up again to see if you can home in on the right house. Your eyes stop on number seven with a smile.

There’s a ton of boxes outside and the door is wide open.

You should have figured.

The taxi driver brings your case to you, eager to get rid of it. There is clear distaste in his eyes, the leopard print pattern evidently ruining his image. You stare at him with a smile, however, pointing to your new home.

“It’s that one there, thanks.” you tell him, saying nothing else until he drags your case along. You roll your eyes again when his back is to you, following after him slowly.

You wiggle your fingers at him, a feeble attempt of saying goodbye as he hastens to his car. He’s desperate to leave, though you can’t possibly imagine why. Your eyes scan over the village slowly as you assess your new home. There are a few things that catch your eye, but nothing particularly exciting.

There’s a market in the centre of the village, some food and clothes stalls you’re sure will grow tiresome after a couple of days of living here. The sound of your family’s raised voices catches your ear and you suppose you ought to go and finally show yourself.

Though your eyes light up at the sight of a sign that you hadn’t spotted earlier. It’s neon, you can tell despite it being switched off in the daylight. The Attic. You hadn’t expected such a quaint, suburban village to be home to a nightclub.

Maybe there will be more to do here than you thought.

You step back on your heel to retreat indoors, but before you can fully turn away, the door to the lofted nightclub swings open. Your eyes squint as you watch a man lean over the balcony, a cigarette in one hand and his phone in the other. You can’t tell if he looks angry or defeated.

Even from this distance, the colour of his emerald eyes staring down at you is blinding. You try to hide your smile with a pout as he takes a drag from his cigarette, his gaze intensifying as his lungs blacken through an elongated intake. A plume of smoke leaves his nostrils as he smirks down at you.

And that is your cue to leave.

The handsome stranger soon leaves your mind when you enter the chaos that is your new family home. Boxes are stacked high, some full and some empty and littered around the front room. You toss your handbag down onto the couch, sitting down to put on the TV until someone realises you’re here.

You kick your feet up onto the coffee table, folding your arms across your chest as you channel surf. Nothing catches your eye, and you can’t hear any of it anyway. Not with the rowdy commotion echoing from room to room.

You consider sneaking out, waiting until it’s all said and done before you get roped into it, too. It’s tempting, too tempting. The TV cuts to black and you quickly pick up your handbag before strutting towards the front door.

“Aw here she is, only five hours late.” your elder sister yells, her deep, disapproving voice hitting everyone’s ear in an instant.

You take a slow inhale as your eyes roll back, bending down to pick up one of the boxes on the ground. Your sister watches as you spin around, a fake glossy smile on your lips despite her eyes staring daggers at you.

“Where do you want this?” you ask, voice giddy as you practically catwalk from the entrance to stand beside her.

“Is that Baby home?” you hear a familiar, loving voice ask. Your nana smiles as she enters the front room, she holds her hands over her heart as she looks at you. “You’re such a good girl.” she tells you, looking at the box in your hands.

The box you’re fairly certain is empty.

“Where were ya?” your sister asks. “We waited ages for you this morning. Bet a taxi cost a fortune as well. Were you at a lad’s house?”

“Give it a rest, Sabrina.” you roll your eyes. She huffs, big hoop earrings swinging as you see her gearing up to yell at you. She stops short, though, your nana intervening before she can get started. “Where’s my room, nana?” you ask.

“You’ve got the smallest one.” Sabrina tells you.

“I better not have!”

“Maybe if you showed up on—”

“Enough!” your nana shouts, snapping you both out of it to focus on her instead. You’ve never heard your nana get really angry before. She never swears, never calls anyone names. But living under one roof like this is bound to test her patience. “Your brother’s moving all your boxes into your room, love.”

You kiss her cheek before sauntering down the hall. Your mum looks at you happily when you check inside each room and end up finding her inside of hers. She points you in the right direction, and you find your room at the very end of the long hallway.

Your brother’s face lights up when he sees you, rushing over to give you a tight, rib-crushing hug. He shows you how he organised all of the boxes for you to unpack, clearly proud of himself for going to so much effort for you. You look around, impressed with the size but not with the fact you’ve got lots of work to do.

“Do you like it?” Danny asks, you nod, pinching his cheek teasingly.

“Can’t be arsed to do the bedding, though.” you laugh.

“I’ll do it if you make me something to eat.” he tells you. “I’m starving.”

“Alright.” you shake his hand, agreeing to the terms. You don’t suppose he’s expecting a five-star meal, you’re sure a sandwich or a bowl of cereal will suffice. He goes to pick up a new pack of bedding, you definitely didn’t buy it. And you can’t recall your mum telling you that she was buying you some.

“Nana got it.” he tells you, deducing instantly what you’re thinking about it. “Must be nice to be her favourite.”

“Did she not get anyone else’s?” you ask.

“No,” he smiles. “Baby.” he says your nickname with a little malice behind his words, but you know him well enough to know he’s kidding. You’re his favourite sibling, after all. He’s yours, too. He watches you leave as you go to make something for him to eat.

Sabrina rolls her eyes at you as you enter the kitchen. You can tell what she’s thinking without her saying a word. You never cook. She always says you’d start a fire pouring milk on cereal.

She’s wrong, though.

That hasn’t happened… yet.

Your younger sister says hello to you as she carries numerous hangers full of clothes from one room to another. Her disgustingly gaudy wardrobe is instantly recognizable, you’d hoped they would have been lost in the move, so you’d have an excuse to overhaul her wardrobe.

You rummage through the cupboards until you find a bowl. It takes just as long to figure out which drawers contain the cutlery. Before you even bother trying to hunt down whichever cereal Danny prefers, you open the fridge. Your brows knit together in confusion as you see how empty it is.

Completely empty.

“Where’s the milk?” you ask.

“Got none, got a food shop coming later.” Sabrina tells you. You groan, shutting the fridge before walking over to her. “What?”

“Danny’s hungry.”

“Well, you’ll have to get a few bits from the shop, then.” she informs you. Your eyes widen in horror, and it’s too late to cover it up before she laughs at you, unimpressed as always. “There’s one when you turn right out of here, go on princess.”

“I’ve got no money.” you tell her.

She rolls her eyes so hard they turn white, strutting from the dining room to the kitchen to grab her own handbag and pull out her purse. She holds out a £20 note, almost placing it in your hand before pulling it back. Her stare is as stern as her words as she warns you. Warning you to only get something small for your brother to eat and she wants the change back.

You take it, agreeing, heading out with your knock-off designer handbag in tow. The fresh air hits you, your skin breaking out in goosebumps as you look both ways. You smile when you see the shop, at least thankful for how close it is. Maybe this is one plus from moving here from the city.

You’ve never been short of male attention since you grew a pair of tits and learnt how to do makeup. You were the first girl in your year to get boobs and the others hated you for it. The boys, however…

It’s been years since then. You’re twenty-four and things still haven’t changed. You can’t even walk to the fucking shop to buy some milk without being ogled. Sabrina’s voice blares in your mind, though. You know what she’d say.

‘It’s your own fault for dressing like a slag.’

She hasn’t even actually said it, but you’ve managed to make yourself angry with her. You know her too well. She calls you a slag any chance she gets, rarely having anything actually nice to say about you. The woman behind the counter eyes you up as you bring a 3 litre bottle of milk and 1kg box of cereal to the counter.

You walk away to find something to treat yourself too for your hard effort.

You grab a bottle of red wine and a gossip magazine, placing them down next to the other things. How you’re going to sneak these into your room, you have no idea, but you don’t regret it. You feel a twinge of guilt as the cashier reads out the total, but not enough to put them back.

She puts them in two separate bags for you, and her expression seems to soften from earlier when you say goodbye with a kind, warm smile. You exit the store, spotting your nana on her mobility scooter about to head back inside.

“Nana!” you shout, walking as quickly as you can in your heels to where she is.

“I’ll be the only one without—” a young voice speaks before cutting off abruptly.

“Ah!” you shout as a smaller figure bumps into you in your hurry. “Hey, watch where you’re— Oh.” you look down and see a young boy, a few years younger than Danny looking up at you.

“Careful, sweetheart.” a man behind him speaks, though you aren’t quite sure if he’s talking to you or the boy. You pause for a beat too long when you realise who he is. It’s the man from the balcony, earlier.

“Sorry, babe. Give me a minute, alright?” you smile at the boy before rushing over to your nana. You hope they wait for you so that you can apologise properly. Your nana beams as you approach, her smile only becoming wider as she notices what you haven’t.

You’ve been followed.

“If you sneak these inside, I’ll split the wine wi’h ya.” you tell her. Your nana’s eyes narrow, but she takes the bag from you and puts it in the basket of her scooter. She puts her own shopping back on top of it, winking at you before she rotates to go inside.

“You are a bad influence, Baby.” she smiles before disappearing.

“’s that your name?” you turn around in surprise at the sound of the deep, yet soothing voice. “’Baby?’” he asks.

“To some, yeah.” you smile. “Sorry little fella, wasn’t looking where I was going.” you look down at the young boy who you can tell is his son. He’s his carbon copy, they’ll be twins when he grows up, you’re sure.

“S’okay…” he says, shyly.

You smile, turning to head inside. You’re stopped, once again, by that hypnotic, low baritone.

“Did you know this place was a restaurant before you moved in?” he asks you. You turn around, looking at your new home again and nodding in understanding. You didn’t, but looking at it now, it makes sense.

You hadn’t expected small talk. The stare he was giving you from the balcony is wholly different to the one he’s giving you now. Is he nervous? The emerald eyes piercing you from the balcony earlier were the eyes of a predator. Maybe he’s thrown off because his son is with him.

He’s probably married.

Your eyes flit down to his left hand to see if you can see a ring or a tan line. But he’s a step ahead of you, it seems, when you realise his hand is in his pocket.

“Dad,” the boy speaks. He looks fed up, like he’s ready to go home and kick off his shoes after a long day at school. “If you’re going to ask her out, can you just do it and stop embarrassing me?”

It makes you laugh. There’s such a grumpy look on his face. Your brother used to be the same, but you loved him anyway. So moody and grouchy and tired of everyone around him. But never you, he was always a ray of sunshine when his favourite sister was around. You thought it would wear off when he got a little older, though. But he’s sixteen now and he still adores you.

After how much shit Sabrina talks when you aren’t around, though, you can’t figure out why.

“Are you not married?” you ask, boldly. He shakes his head.

“I was.” he says. It’s enough without saying much at all, so you decide not to pry. “Thank you for embarrassing me, Megumi.”

You smile at Megumi again, amused by him and his pouty little face. His dad is sweet with him, too. You feel your heart swell as you watch him ruffle his son’s hair. He moves his head to the side, desperate to get away from his dad’s attempt to mess up his hair.

“So you’re Megumi,” you start, eyes moving to look elsewhere. “What’s his daddy called?” you ask him.

He chuckles, a shallow laugh leaving his lungs as he listens to you. “Toji.” he says, simply. “And you’re ‘Baby’.”

“No,” you shake your head. “Only people I like call me Baby. Maybe I’ll tell you my name if you ask me on that date.” you tell him, and he smirks again.

“Alright.” he nods. “Are you free Wednesday night? I’ll take you to dinner.”

“… Dad.”

Toji shushes his son as he watches you eagerly, attempting to decipher your expression as you think. A feeling of anxiety rushes through him as he watches you pull a face he can only assume is disgust. He’s never felt so nervous before, but he doesn’t know why. He’s completely off his game, his son being present is definitely hindering his capabilities to charm you.

You pull out your phone, quickly opening the calendar app to check the date on Wednesday. Megumi rolls his eyes at his father’s silencing. You look at his son, and then back to him.

“Wednesday? Are you sure?” you ask.

“Of course.” he nods, practically puffing his chest out to show his confidence.

You smile widely, looking down at Megumi in amusement as the young boy shakes his head. And then, you nod too, agreeing to a date on Wednesday. He releases a heavy exhale, definitely a sigh of relief. Though there’s still a cocky smile on his face, satisfied that he got to look cool in front of his son.

“Have you got a pen?” you ask them both. Megumi shucks off his backpack and fishes out a pencil case to hand you a pen. You take the receipt from your shopping bag and write your phone number on it effortlessly. Toji holds out his hand to take it, but you give it to Megumi instead. “Whatever you were asking your dad for before I bumped into you, don’t give him this ‘til you get it, alright?” you giggle as Megumi shoves it deep into his bag.

He nods, happily, putting everything away and then putting his backpack on excitedly.

“You’re gonna be trouble, aren’t ya?” Toji asks, and you nod.

“I’m not cheap, either.” you warn him.

“There you are! How long does it take to go to the bloody shop?” Sabrina yells at you. You hold your eyes shut as embarrassment courses through you, getting shouted at like she’s your mother is definitely doing damage to your own cool exterior. She audibly groans when she sees what you’re doing, shouting louder to draw you away. “You’ve been here five minutes and you’re already getting chatted up, unbelievable. Danny is starving so you’ll have to stop being a slag for five minutes.”

“Sorry,” you apologise to Toji and his son before turning to follow Sabrina indoors. “See you Wednesday. You’re so romantic.” you wink, leaving them alone as you shut the door behind you.

Toji chuckles when he can hear your sister screaming at you for buying a 3 litre bottle of milk and the biggest box of cereal you could find. He puts his arm around Megumi’s shoulders just as she starts to shout at you about the fact you don’t even have the receipt.

“Dad.” Megumi speaks up again for the first time since he was shushed.

“Yeah, kid?” he looks down at his son as they walk in tandem.

“You know it’s Valentine’s Day on Wednesday, don’t you?”

Toji stops in his tracks while Megumi carries on walking. He looks back at your house and then at his son, who has now turned to face him with yet another of his unimpressed expressions.

He pulls out his phone, and it reminds him of when you did the very same thing. You even asked him if he was sure about the day. How could he be so stupid? And of course, as always, his son is absolutely right.

It all makes sense, now.

He’s so romantic.

“Fuck.”

It’s tomorrow.

Tomorrow you’re going on your date with Toji. You wonder how long it took him to realise that it’s Valentine’s Day. Thinking about it still makes you laugh. His little boy tried to warn him, the look on his face keeps making the apples of your cheeks swell.

Your nana has noticed the constant smile on your face, too. She’s been holding your wine hostage until you got a moment to yourselves. If there’s something about your nana, it’s that she loves to gossip. And she wants to know all the details on what’s got you so giddy.

“Where’s ‘Brina?” you ask, stepping out into the garden with a blanket around your shoulders.

The February air has a nasty bite in it. It hasn’t stopped you from wearing skimpy clothes, of course, but it’s hard to ignore when you’re sitting in the back garden for the sake of it. Your nana is all bundled up, too, though she gestures for you to throw a match in the firepit.

And you do, without hesitation.

You’d do anything for her.

“Work. Your mum is at work. Saphire and Danny are at the youth centre. Did you bring the wine glasses?” she asks. You hold them up with a cheeky smile, and she claps happily. “Good girl, now, spill.”

“Give me the wine, first.” you tell her. She hands it over and you twist off the lid with some struggle. But soon enough, you’re filling the two glasses with as much of the cherry-coloured liquid as they can hold.

You’ve been checking your phone non-stop since you gave your number away to Megumi. He must still be haggling with his dad. You wonder what he’d wanted in the first place. A new game or something, maybe.

You told him you aren’t cheap.

You thought it would be a good incentive to get his son what he wanted.

“He was so handsome. Looks closer to my age than yours, though. Should’ve give him my number instead.” your nana tells you as she reaches for her glass. You laugh but shake your head. “How old’s he, love?”

“Dunno, definitely closer to my age though, sorry nana.” you giggle. “I know nowt about him, I’ll find out tomorrow. He’s fit though, I know that much.”

“You sure he’s not married? He’s got a little boy, you might end up his step-mum.” she teases you, but you scoff at that.

“It’s one date, nana.” you roll your eyes.

You hadn’t really thought that far ahead. And why would you? Because it really is just one date. It’s just a bit of fun, and on Valentine’s Day at that. You’d expected to spend it alone, maybe doing something with your family, but you’ve actually bagged yourself a date.

You’re not meeting up with him to discuss marriage or adopting his son.

“I’ve got nowt to wear and I’m skint.” you tell her.

“Here,” she fishes her purse out of her basket and hands you £40. “Have a look at that market in the village, I’m sure there’s something nice. Saph said it’s a thrift shop.”

“I’d rather go into the city, nana. Not trusting Saph’s fashion sense.”

“You, Baby, are a gorgeous girl. You could make a bin bag look like vintage designer. Don’t waste money on a taxi into town, just have a look tomorrow.” she finishes her wine and shakes her glass, demanding a top up.

Just as you screw off the lid, you hear the doorbell ring. You both look at each other, suspicious as to who or what would be waiting for you at the door. Your eyes widen and a curious pout forms on your face as you walk back inside with your fist wrapped around the neck of the bottle you’re holding.

Your nana isn’t far behind, either.

You open the door slowly, peeping through the crack before you open it fully. Your heart is racing when you see Megumi outside, alone, an assortment of gifts in his hands.

“Hi Megumi! What are you doing here?” you smile.

“My dad wanted me to bring you this stuff.” he tells you, handing you a comically large stuffed bear and an expensive looking shopping bag. “’n he wants to know if you’ll be able to meet him at the bar tomorrow because he might be late.”

“Um, yeah, that’s fine. Tell him thank you for the presents.” you tell him as you take them from him. “Tell ‘im I’ll be there at 8ish. Wait where is he? Do you need someone to walk you home?”

“I’m twelve, not two.” he rolls his eyes. “He’s just up there anyway. Bye.”

You shut the door as you watch him walk up the stairs to The Attic nightclub, making sure he gets inside safely before looking through the shopping bag. You sit the giant bear down beside you on the couch before sitting down yourself.

“What a gent.” your nana comments. She starts looking through the bag while you read the card you retrieved from inside.

Was gonna give you these tomorrow, but didn’t think you’d wanna carry the bear around on our date. Happy Valentine’s, Baby. —Toji

“Baby, look at this.” your nana tells you, handing you a jewellery box.

You open it to see a necklace with your nickname inside. It looks expensive. It looks real. What kind of a man is Toji, anyway? This couldn’t have been easy to get his hands on in just a few days. A custom-made gold necklace for a woman he just met days earlier. You can’t believe what you’re looking at, it’s probably worth more than everything you own combined. More than your house. And he got it for you before you’ve even been on a date with him.

He's the type of man who can get his hands on something like this.

“What does he do, Baby?” she asks you, and you shrug.

“I was wondering that myself…” you mutter, pulling the bag closer to yourself to see a heart shaped box full of chocolates as well as a single red rose. Your favourites. “Liking him more and more by the minute, though.” you smirk.

In the end, you didn’t end up getting anything new to wear. Sapphire surprisingly picked out a dress from your wardrobe that you’d forgotten all about. Maybe her fashion sense isn’t God awful when she’s looking at someone else’s clothes.

Sabrina had been surprisingly quiet while you were getting ready. You’d expected her to give you an earful about being a slag again and not to stay out too late. But no, not a word. You snuck out before she could change her mind, though, only saying goodbye to your nana as you left.

Instantly, you were lost. You’d been so preoccupied with unpacking and doing housework under the command of your sister that you’d barely been out to get a feel for the place. The village is small, but it’s dark. You haven’t been to the bar you’d agreed to meet at, yet, so you had no idea where you were going.

You were embarrassed by how many times you had to stop and ask for directions on your way there. Though through your investigation you discovered that everyone refers to the bar as The Cats Tail, not that you knew why until you got there.

You hadn’t expected to find a lake in the middle of the village with docking leading in different directions. Your heels make the wood creak with each step you take as you decide where to go. There’s a pub in one direction, and a fairly large boat docked in the other. He’d said it was a bar, but maybe Toji actually meant to invite you to the pub. You turn to walk away, but stop when you see water begin to slosh around the boat as someone boards it. There are plants in the water that catch your eye.

Cattails.

You head towards the opposite side of the boat. And it’s only then that you see the bright party lights and loud music that you’d assumed were coming from the pub.

A few heads turn when you walk inside, but you pay them no mind. Instead, you look around for an empty table or at least a chair to sit in. You yelp as you feel a hand hold the small of your back.

“Did you just get here?” Toji asks, checking his watch. “I’ve been worried you’ve been waiting ages for me.”

“Got lost, didn’t I?” you smile. You look around and notice a visible change in the atmosphere, now. A few people getting up to move or sit on the decking outside. Toji seizes the opportunity to lead you to a table that has opened up. “What were you doing?” you wonder.

“Just work stuff.” he smiles, looking around casually.

You hadn’t noticed the dark diamond shaped scar stabbing through his lips until now. Your eyes almost flicker shut, but you smile instead before he turns around to signal one of the barmaids over.

“Dunno what makes you think you’re so special that you can’t get up and order like everyone else, love.” her voice has you looking up instantly. The fucking familiar and callous tone makes your skin chill. “What are you doing here?”

“Sabrina, are you joking? No wonder you haven’t been having a go at me all night, I didn’t know you were at work!” you raise your voice. “I didn’t know this is where you worked, either.”

“Yeah, well not all of us are getting gold necklaces handed out, are we?” she sighs, looking at your date with a suspicious glare. “You’re old enough to be her dad. What do you want wi’h her?”

“Can we just go somewhere else? She’s always rude like this, sorry. I didn’t—”

“Whatever you want, darlin’.” he nods in agreement. He smiles at your sister while she continues staring daggers at him. You don’t notice his smile fade to a look more sinister as you walk out from under your table and towards the exit. “I think I’d have been around ten if I was her dad, by the way. ‘m not that much older. Goodnight, Sabrina.”

He just laughs as you walk to the next destination; your repeated apologies are adorable. It’s not like it’s your fault your sister is a raging bitch. You both know that. But still, you’re embarrassed and you’re sorry. It isn’t exactly the best start to a date to have your sister show up and be rude.

You find yourself back where you started.

Your house.

You sigh, a little upset, that he seems to want to cut the date short. But instead of walking to your door, he leads you in the opposite direction. You’re climbing the stairs up to The Attic.

You haven’t been yet, but you’ve been excited to look inside. Every single penny you got when you lived in the city was saved up to waste at your favourite nightclub. Not that you ever made your own money, not with your mum subsidising your entire existence, much to your sister’s chagrin. But, still, getting away with the lifestyle that you’ve lived for so long is pretty impressive.

The lighting when you enter is almost blinding. Neon pink and red lights flood the interior, and you can only assume the colour choice is intentional. The music is pounding, and you can’t help but take it all in. It’s cosy, but perfect. You hadn’t imagined a place like this being in the centre of such a quaint village.

Your eyebrows scrunch up again when you notice everyone’s demeanour change as you look around. Especially the staff. Toji tucks your hair behind your ears, and talks over the music.

“What do you want to drink?” he asks.

“Don’t mind, nothing cheap.” you remind him.

He winks, leaning over the bar. “Champagne on ice, we’ll be over there.” Toji yells above the bass, pointing over to the VIP section of the club. His palm splays across the small of your back as he guides you there. “You look beautiful, by the way. I’m glad you liked the necklace.” he tells you.

You notice yourself fiddling with it around your neck when he mentions it. So you stop, smiling to affirm his claim. You’re not given a chance to say much as a man brings over a bucket of champagne and two flutes over for you.

Toji holds out his hand to the barman, and you’re a little taken aback when he hands him a large kitchen knife. Toji’s features narrow as he holds the bottle of champagne in his other hand. You watch him, carefully, as he skilfully uses the knife to pop the cork from the bottle. He nods at the barman who takes the knife away and leaves you alone again.

You carry on observing him as he pours two glasses out for each of you.

“Why’s everyone so scared of you?” you ask, crossing one leg over the other as he hands you your drink.

Your eyes don’t leave him for a second as he gets comfortable, his legs spread wide and his elbows rest on the back of the couch his body is resting into. A lazy smirk plays on his face, dark scar pulling deliciously as he suppresses the urge to chuckle.

“It’s respect, not fear.” he tells you, sniffing a little before he takes a swig of his drink. “Your sister isn’t scared of me. You’re not scared of me. Are ya, darlin’?”

“Why do they respect you? What do you do?” you smirk, ignoring his question completely. Your eyes move to his free hand, his finger rapidly drawing a circle up towards the ceiling as he takes another drink.

“I’m their boss, sweetheart. This is mine.” he informs you. “I own the garage behind the pub, too. And a few other places but—”

“You’re rich, then.” you smirk. “Good to know.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Means I’m never paying for a date if you ask me out again.” you smile, and he laughs. “Why didn’t you text me, though? Did you not get Megumi what he wanted?”

“He’s a nightmare. He wanted a new game all of his friends have got. Wasn’t gonna get him it, but I did straight away so I could get your number. But he’s still not given me it, been trying to extort me for more stuff. So, you’ll have to give it to me tonight.” he shakes his head, disappointed in himself for getting hustled by a twelve-year-old.

“See how tonight goes, yeah?” you wink. “If the little man isn’t giving you it…”

“You’re both ganging up on me? Unbelievable.” he tuts, but snickers thinking about how happy Megumi looked with all of the power you gave him with just a phone number. “Really, though. Did you like your presents?”

“Oh, yeah. You really are romantic. Planning our first date on Valentine’s Day of all days and getting me presents. I didn’t get anything for you, by the way. I was half expecting you to cancel.”

“Pfft, me? You said it yourself, had it all planned out. Thought you’d think it was romantic if I invited you out tonight, knew exactly what I was doing.” he lies, seamlessly. But it’s so charming, you can’t help but giggle. You pout, shaking your head in disapproval before laughing again. “No, don’t believe me?”

“Not at all.” you grin. “This necklace, though. It’s gorgeous, thank you.”

“The pleasure’s mine. Suits you, Baby.” he bites his lower lip when he finishes speaking, leaning forward in his seat. “You still haven’t told me your real name. Does that mean you’ll let me call you Baby? Do you like me, princess?”

You shuffle in your seat, changing which leg is crossed over which as you think about what you want to say next. He leans back into his seat yet again, and your breath hitches as he curls his finger at you, beckoning you closer to him.

You’re obedient.

You walk closer to him, and he looks up at you with so much attentiveness in his eyes. There’s a shallow grunt in his throat as his legs widen, your eyes rake over his large frame and you know what he wants. But you won’t give it to him, not right away.

He licks his lips as you sit down beside him, angling his body to look at you head on. You lean in close to him, nose almost touching and lips grazing as you tease him. He growls when he tries to kiss you and you pull away too quickly for him. All you can do is smile, gleefully, angling your lips to whisper your birth name into his ear.

“Hm… that is a beautiful name. But I think I prefer Baby.” he smiles. “How’d you get the nickname?” he wonders, and it’s genuine. There’s no flirtation in his voice and his eyes appear concentrated.

“It was my nana’s favourite auntie’s name, ‘n apparently I’m her double. I’m my nana’s favourite grandkid, too.” you explain.

“Bet you’re a lot of people’s favourite,” he smirks. “Will you let me call you Baby, whenever I want?”

You toy with the thin gold chain around your neck, nodding gratefully as you show off the name attached to it. “If you’ve got more like this up your sleeve, you can call me whatever you want.”

His eyes light up at that, his head tilting slightly as his eyes drift from your glossy lips to your necklace. You feel your breathing get deeper as he brushes your hair softly, pushing it so that it falls delicately behind your back. You don’t say a word as he teases you, his index finger gently tracing across your collarbone and towards your jawline. He smirks at the little hiccup you emit as his thumb toys with that fat of your lower lip.

“You are a goddess among mortals, Baby.” he tells you, the words almost drowned by the volume of the pulsing bass. You hadn’t realised how close he is to you, now. His scarred lips almost touching yours as he worships you through words. Your eyes are barely open as he begins to tease you how you had teased him moments prior. “You really know you’re worth, don’t ya? You’re worth more than every penny scraped together on this fucking planet.”

“Toji,” you speak, though it’s barely there. He lifts you with ease across his lap until you’re straddling him, rough hands rest so carefully in the curve of your hips, your dress riding up as his legs slowly spread. “M-My dress.” you panic, looking behind you to see if anyone is paying attention.

“It’s pretty,” he comments, his eyes that had been so fixated on yours drop to your thighs. He can’t help the way his breathing turns primal as he watches the material begin to bunch up. “I’d tear this off with my fuckin’ teeth, if you let me.” he explains, looking up at you again with the eyes of a predator.

“I’d make you get me a new one.” you smile.

“I’d buy you a hundred fucking dresses,” he continues. His gentle touch becomes greedy as his fingers find the globes of your ass and squeeze without care. You don’t even know when you’d began to roll your hips, you only realise as his jaw slowly falls open and his stare becomes heavy. “I know girls like you. But you’re so different, I can tell. You’re entitled to the fucking world and I wanna give it to ya.”

“Girls like me? What am I like, Toji?” you wonder, your movements slow as you prepare to be offended without any real right to be. He’s probably right, after all.

He bounces his legs until you fall forward, your lips ghost each other’s and you melt in his hold as you feel his teeth begin to tug at your jutting lower pout.

“You like money but you don’t wanna earn it,” he chuckles. “You like power but you don’t wanna work for it.”

“Yeah,” you smile, unable to disagree as you feel his bulge rut against your clothed cunt.

You succumb to your basic instincts as you slot your lips against his. Your public display is no doubt catching the attention of the other patrons, but you don’t care to be considerate anymore. You moan as his tongue finds yours and licks invasively. The bottom of your dress is almost around your waist, but you pull away before everyone can see your ass or the racy black thong you’d opted to wear. You keen as you see your lips connected by a string of spit, but it breaks as he helps pull your dress back in place to preserve what’s left of your modesty.

“I wasn’t put on this planet to work hard, Toji,” you start. “I’m here to be gorgeous and find a man to do it for me.” you explain. He laughs loudly, at that, cupping your face to kiss you again. It’s softer, though, almost leaving you more breathless than the first.

“You are gorgeous, Baby, you ain’t wrong about that.” he affirms. “I wanna take you out again. I want to spoil you and treat you like a man never has before. Because I can give you exactly what you’re looking for.”

You smile, leaning in to kiss him again. Keeping control of yourself is a gargantuan task, he’s riled you up enough to want to jump him right here in front of everyone. But you manage to stop yourself from getting arrested for indecent exposure as you come back down to earth.

He is exactly what you’ve wanted your whole life.

A rich man to take care of you. A man to work hard and pay the bills while you do what you want whenever you want forever. It’s a dream. It’s got to be a dream. You’ve just met, it’s your first date. You’re sure he’s just telling you what you want to hear to get you into bed.

It’s a poisoned apple, so perfect and shiny. So red and juicy. You think it might just be worth the risk of a tragic ending.

“What’s the catch, Toji?” you wonder.

“None.” he assures you, though you still aren’t convinced. “I like you, Baby. Very much. I like that attitude of yours… I love how beautiful you are… Those lips of yours have got me achin’ over here.” he smirks.

“I don’t trust ya.” you admit, unable to contain your laughter. “Think it’s your eyes, very villainous. Same with this,” you tell him, gently caressing his scar with your thumb. “There’s just somethin’ not right about you. Practically proposin’ to me over here.”

He chuckles again but shakes his head. “Awe you’d be a perfect little wife f’me…” he says dreamily, his thumbs rubbing circles into your rear as he talks. “I’m just sayin’, I’d love to keep taking you out. I want to get to know you more. But ‘m just lettin’ you know that I can provide the life you want. Want it to be real though. If you aren’t feelin’ me or I’m not feelin’ you, we can just be friends. Yeah?”

“Oh you’re not feelin’ me now?” you ask, your voice playful and laced with laughter as he continues to tease and tickle your skin.

“I’m sure about you, but wouldn’t hurt to get to know you more. Especially for Megumi’s sake.” he reminds you. How could you forget that’s he’s a certified dilf? “That’s what dating’s for. The moment I set eyes on you, I knew I wanted to fuck. The dates are to find out if we’re gonna do anything other than that.”

“You just assumed we were gonna fuck tonight? ‘Cause you bought me some presents and said I’m gorgeous?”

“No, we could have just had some drinks and talked all night and I’d walk you home. But instead, you’re dry humping my hard-on and I can feel how wet you are.” he tells you, his voice and his stare are so serious it almost scares you. Not enough to stop, though. Not enough to push him away as he pulls you closer so that he can whisper in your ear. “So what I think is gonna happen, is that we’re gonna go to my office and fuck each other stupid over my desk. We can right now, or we can have a few drinks and keep talkin’ first.”

“I—”

“Mmm, you can come back to my place after we’re done so we can fuck again in the morning, or I can walk you home and we can plan our next date.” he continues, the confidence he’s exuding makes your heart race.

The depth of his voice has you soaking your panties more than you had thought possible, you can barely hear yourself think as you digest everything he’s said. But you can’t stop waiting with bated breath to hear what he’ll say next. It’s hypnotising, it’s addicting. Hearing that low, deep, drawl tell you exactly how he thinks the night will play out.

“Or maybe I’m wrong. Would you rather just sit and talk all night? I’ll be a perfect gentleman and get you home safe.” he smirks. “If I’ve offended you though, Baby… let me know. I’d be happy to walk you home and pretend none of this ever happened.”

“… Office. Now.” you tell him. He smirks and lifts you up as he stands, setting you down beside him. It dawns on you again how much taller he is than you, you’d been taller than him this whole time, you’d forgotten what a titan of a man he is. “Bring the bottle, too. I’ll stop at yours tonight if you can actually make me cum.” you tell him, picking up your glass as you sashay away from him in search of the office.

He picks up the bottle of champagne as well as his own glass before pulling a member of his staff to warn him that he is not to be disturbed for the rest of the evening.

His muscular presence is unmistakable as he catches up to you, eager to show you the way to his office. He’s right, you love the power that comes along with him. His large frame and the way everyone genuinely respects, and maybe even fears him, makes you giddy. You feel safe and secure by his side, and there’s nothing you’ve ever wanted more.

The office space is lavish, yet dark. The only light is bleeding in from the neon painting the dance floor as it bleeds in between the blinds. You look around despite seeing very little, your attention only breaking at the sound of the door locking.

“Still gonna fuck me here?” you ask, tapping your press on nails against the hardwood desk. He nods, closing the distance between you both without breaking eye contacting.

You gasp as he knocks everything from the desk, papers fly and objects clatter before you’re seamlessly lifted onto the desk. His lips attach to your skin in a frenzy of kisses as he places himself between your thighs, you hook your legs onto his hips as you allow yourself to truly sink into the pleasure of being with him.

He takes a firm grasp of your jaw as he makes out with you messily, tongues tangle and entwine all while you hum into his mouth. You panic and grab at the edge of the desk as he pulls you away from it, forcing you to stand up once again. Your knees almost knock together as he whispers in your ear.

“Turn around.”

You’re given barely enough room to breathe but manage to do as he asks. His lips find the nape of your neck before pearly white teeth meet the zipper of your dress. You can hardly believe what you’re seeing as he drops to his knees and yanks at the black material clinging to your body for dear life. You help him, though, more eager than ever to see what he’s capable of.

“Bend over for me.” he orders, spanking you for good measure.

Deft fingers hook into the waistband of your panties and pull down slowly. You shudder as the cold air hits your sodden flesh, all the while you’re none the wiser to his beguiled expression as he admires your most intimate skin.

He massages your ass as he spreads you open, moaning unashamedly as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. He’s mesmerised by the way your pretty pearl throbs with desperation, a desire to be played with.

“Fuck!” you gasp, feeling him bury his face between your folds from behind and go to town on your cunt. The way he’s slurps and devours your slippery slick makes you flush with heat. It’s humiliating but you’re too stimulated to feel it. He’s no better, leaking in his underwear like he hasn’t gotten laid in a lifetime.

You manage to reach behind you and lace your fingers through his hair as he wraps his lips around your clit, suckling like his life depends on it. Your legs are ready to give way when he licks along your slit to find your hole, tongue fucking you passionately before he replaces the sensation with two fingers.

“Ah! G-God, Toji! T-There! Right there!” you all but scream as he digs deeper and deeper to find the squishy spot buried in your cunt.

Without halting, he forces you to lift a leg on the desk to help him discover an entirely new angle. The combination of his tongue and fingers has you building up to fast approaching peak. Skin wrapped around your knuckles turns taut as you grip for dear life onto the lip of the desk, eyes cross each other as you begin your free fall into pleasure.

His deliverance doesn’t cease as he aims to wring the life out of your high and help you experience every ounce of heaven you can attain through him. You moan boisterously, screaming his name like a mantra and more thankful than ever that your ecstasy is muted in comparison to the music.

“Oh my God.” you breathe, starting to come down from the high. You feel him softly kiss your clit before littering your ass in kisses, rising slowly to angle your face backward enough to kiss you sloppily. “No one’s ever made me cum that hard before.” you confess, earning yourself another kiss from him.

His slick coated fingers find their way into your mouth and you accept it gratefully, humming around his digits as he undoes his belt and zipper with one hand. There’s a low rumble lingering in his breathing, hard breaths exposing a primal growl as he finally frees himself.

“And I’m not even done with you yet.” he explains.

He smears his dripping cockhead across your skin, the heavy mushroom tip immediately gives you a sense of foreboding as you wonder how he will possibly fit that inside of your tiny cunt.

“Already made you cum, so you’re staying the night at mine. Right?” he asks, slowly prodding at your entrance. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth so that you can answer, but his eyes fixate on the way your pussy is both trying to suck him in and keep him at bay. “I wanna cum inside, sweetheart. Are ya gonna let daddy fill you up?”

You find yourself nodding without really hearing him. And with that, he pushes inside of you with patience and care. It’s a beautiful sight to see how your pussy splits open to accommodate him, it’s almost enough to make him blow his load.

“You’re shakin’, darlin’.” he tells you, smoothing over your skin as he tries to soothe you. “Have you never been fucked properly, hm? Or is daddy’s cock too big for ya?”

“B-Both.” you admit, his low chuckle makes you clench around him like he belongs inside of you. You’ll never get fucked like this again, you’re sure of it. You just moved here, how did you get so lucky?

“Don’t usually fuck with older guys, huh?”

“S-Sometimes,” you respond. He yanks your body upright so that your back is flush against his chest. You tilt your head away from him so that he can kiss your neck, your fingertips rest uselessly on the desk as you try to keep yourself stable. “H-Harder. Daddy harder.” you request.

He fucks into you relentlessly, spurred on by the sounds of gorgeous moans falling from between your lips. You’re clenching around him again like a vice, he’s sure you’re close yet again. And he’s eager to feel how hard you’ll choke his cock when you finish around him.

He lifts your leg up, holding it in his hooked arm as he rails you mercilessly. You’re louder, now, encouraging him to fuck you harder and harder. Deeper and fucking deeper. It’s brutal. You don’t think your heart has ever beat so fast and you sure as shit haven’t been pounded like this in your entire life.

“Your cunt is so wet. Kitty’s fuckin’ purring for me.” he tells you, the heat of embarrassment surges through you once more. You think you might actually pass out if something doesn’t give. But instead of slowing down, he’s only spurred on to toy with you more.

He quickly swipes three fingers over your swollen clit. Your head lolls back onto his shoulder as you succumb to the pleasure pulsing through you yet again.

“Want you to make a mess for me, Baby.” he tells you, his voice beginning to break and waver as he climbs a mountain of his own bliss. “Want you to let go and cum with me, I’m gonna breed this little pussy and make you cum all over me. Go on, princess. Cum.”

You don’t even know what he’s talking about until you’re overcome with an urge to piss.

“T-Toji!” you panic. You want to tell him to stop as you look down, not wanting to pee all over your dress before you leave. But instead, you’re enraptured by the sight of your stomach. “Fuck, Toji, I s-see you.” you tell him.

He rests his chin in the crook of your neck, enthralled by the vision of his cock making your stomach bulge.

“Would you look at that? No wonder you’re gonna squirt for me. C’mon, Baby. Show me how a good girl cums for daddy,” he presses down on your stomach as he finishes speaking, and it’s enough to make you unravel.

The urge to pee subsides as your cunt begins to gush clear liquid like a waterfall. You had no idea you were capable of squirting or that it was even real. You’d always figured it was just a porn thing.

But here you are, doing it without even trying with him.

Because of him.

“Ohhhh there she is,” he coos, rubbing his fingers over your clit again to ride out your orgasm and make an even bigger mess than you were already. “Pretty pussy, daddy’s pretty pussy.” he groans, fucking you harder to get himself off.

He squeezes every inch of your body, using you like a fucktoy in a bid to chase his own high. “’m cummin’ fuck.” he grunts, thrusts becoming stronger as he fucks his cum deep into your womb. You both pant as he collapses forwards on top of you, your body sandwiched between his and the desk.

And still, he continues to rut his hips deeply into you, making sure every last drop is milked into your gorgeous cunt.

His new addiction.

He kisses your skin sweetly in contrast to the brutal fucking you’ve just received. You can’t help but look at him with love in your eyes, though, thankful that you’ve ever gotten to experience how truly incredible sex could be.

You want him again.

You want him bad.

You want him forever.

He moves away from you, stumbling backwards as he pulls his trousers back up, buckling his belt and fastening his zipper. He smirks as he watches you struggle to stand upright, not wanting his cum to dribble down your legs as you find your panties and put your dress back on.

You turn around slowly, watching as he gets closer to you and sits you down on the desk.

“Wanna see,” he tells you, forcing your legs apart until your pussy opens. He keeps you on the edge of the desk so he can watch his cum ooze out and drip down on the floor.

There’s so much, thick, copious amounts of cream that are bound to have gotten you pregnant if you weren’t on birth control. It’s potent and warm and felt like an injection of love when you felt it pumping inside of you. And now it’s slipping away, becoming a stain on the floor of his office.

As less trickles out of you, he finds your dress and helps you into it.

“You’re not getting’ these back.” he smirks as he twirls your panties on his finger before pocketing them. “Daddy’s little keepsake, yeah?”

You bite your lip and nod, standing back on the ground and avoiding the splotches of cum decorating the floor and the paperwork he’d discarded earlier. You reach up to cup his face with one hand, kissing him passionately before pulling away.

“Then you better buy me some more.” you whisper.

“Whatever you want.” he winks. “We’re doing that again when you come over, but let’s finish the champagne first.”

You can definitely think of worse ways to spend Valentine's Day.

© 2024 rinhaler

"say it again, baby."

"i...i-i'm your good puppy, 'm a good girl," you slur around his thick fingers. tears are pouring down your hot cheeks as you sit on enjin's lap with your back against his chest, clothes discarded somewhere on the floor.

the room swirls around you, so dizzy and drunk from the pleasure assaulting your senses. his fingers slide in and out from your cunt, ilicting wet, sloppy noises as he literally scoops slick from your pussy to rub mean circles into your clit.

you feel the need to squirm away, but your body feels so heavy, like you know if you move, you'll get scolded, and...for some reason, the thought makes you whine, hips trying to grind into his hand.

"that's my girl, taking it just like she needs to," enjin coos into your ear, teasingly nipping at it tjust o watch how it flinches away. they're so sensitive, just blowing against it makes you violently squeeze down on his fingers. "pretty puppy just needed her jin to show her how cute she is, yeah?"

you can barely form words, moaning around the digits in your mouth that keep running over your teeth. he's uncaring about the drool that drips down his wrist as he traces over your sharp canines again, the same ones that got you in this position.

he hums, dipping his other fingers back inside your pussy just to hear that relieved moan. "never call yourself bad again, baby, that shit broke my heart. seein' you all sad, all puppy eyes, and, god, the way your ears got all sad and droopy...don't do that to me baby, makes a man weak."

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, trailing his wet hand down your chest to the soft pudge of your tummy before meanly pressing down right above your pussy.

"i don't want a sad puppy, okay? i want a happy, dumb lil' pup...just like this."

his fingers immediately speed up, curling up to hit that spot that makes you wail his name and dig your hands into him forearms. mm, even your nails feel a bit sharper, the press of them against his skin making him his and grind up into you.

"j-jin, enjin, j-jinnn," is all you can get out, eyes wide as you watch him pop in a third finger, stretching you out to the point your eyes roll back. "o-ohmygodd, mmhhfuck!"

"don't cum, don't cum yet," he pleads into your ear, panting as he works his fingers in and out of you and letting out a deep groan when he sees your creaming on him, a nice frothy ring of it accumulating at the base of his fingers.

but you aren't listening, too empty brained to focus on that. all you can think of in your poor, dumb little brain is 'cum, he's making you feel good, gotta cum, show him 'm good, show him that he makes me feel good/'

"mm-mm, baby, don't," is the warning you get when you try to touch your clit, hands shaking as they creep down lower. "you wanna be a good girl for me, riiiight?"

the nod you give him is aggressive, he can't help but chuckle at little. you're so honest, you aren't as bratty as you usually are. whatever that freaky little scientist injected you with turned you into the cutest little submissive pile of mush for him and he was loving it.

"then let me work, puppy, 'm gonna make you squirt for me, okay? think you can do that? oh, who am i kidding..."

a firm slap to your cunt has you gasping, eyes squeezing shut from holding back your orgasm, before a strangled noise escaped your throat when his fingers pop right back in and get to that same speed that was driving you mad.

"of course you can, you're my good girl."

that has you squeezing him tight, eyes rolling back at the thought. you've done it before, but hearing him say it always makes that heat in your stomach grow hotter. he's such a perv.

but he's been going on for so long, holding back feels like torture...until something starts to spread all throughout your body. a warm that feels like it's burning you, feeling it in the tips of your fingers, and reaching your head.

"aww, theeere she is..."

enjin can feel how you trembling against him, body tensing in his lap as that unbearable pleasure starts to wash over you, your breaking point not too far away. the hazy away look in your eye, the way your mouth hangs open in uncontrollable moans...you look so, so pretty.

but then you start get squirmy and he can already tell you're going to try and run from it, his hand pressing harder on your tummy to keep you still so you can't do anything but take it. after all, he knows just what you need and he's going to give it to you.

"c-cum, 'm gonna cum, jin, too much, c-can't—!"

"shh, yes you can baby, c'mon, don't fight it, give it to me."

you're curling forward as you sob, begging him to wait, to give you a second, but then the hand on your stomach moves to your throat and pulls you back against him, giving a squeeze and his deep voice is practically growling in your ear.

"don't you wanna be good for me? cum, baby, soak my fucking fingers like a good little puppy."

that's all it takes. his little praise, the mean press of his fingers, it's all too much and you explode. you arch against him, practically screaming out his name as you cum, and you cum hard. his fingers are practically forced out of you as you squirt, a wet spray of your fluids shooting out and soaking his hand.

without hesitation, he's working at your clit, swiping it side to side to prolong your orgasm. you look so cute, so fucking adorable like this, trembling against him as you just chant his name over and over again.

"shit, look at you—that's it, keep cumming, baby, daddy's got ya."

tears are pouring down your face as you hiccup, another thick gush pouring out of you and all over his hand and sweatpants, soaking him entirely. you don't realize that you're babbling his name over and over again, chanting 'love you's and 'thank you's over and over again before finally letting out a huff and going limp in his lap.

it's fuzzy, everything feels light and floaty. you can barely process the soft kisses being presses against your face, little murmurs of...something in your ear. whatever it is, your subconscious likes it, because you can feel your tail wagging behind you. he must have turned you around in his lap while you were out of it to hold you to his chest...the realization makes you feel even floatier.

once you finally come up, you can hear it better, enjin's voice no longer sounding like it was underwater.

"such a good girl for me."

"my pretty pup's got some teeth on her."

"see? you're not bad at all, just needed some praise."

"if you would've waited, i would've told you i liked when you bit me."

a little grumble as you hide your face in his chest lets him know your back with him, his hand gently rubbing up and down the skin of your back.

"hi, baby."

"mmpph..."

enjin can't help but chuckle at that. still shy, it seems. he understands, continuing his soothing movements and tracing your spine.

"you feeling alright," he asks, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head. he has to "lost you for a second there baby. i didn't do too much, right?"

it takes a moment for you to learn how to speak again, but you just nod. "no, 'm okay. felt good...t-thank you." you let yourself collect your thoughts, still a bit fuzzy brained from that overwhelming orgasm. your still throbbing, and you can't tell if that means you want more or not.

a moment goes by and it's quiet as he continues to...to...

you immediately sit up, face turned into absolute embarrassment and horror as your brain clicks into place what he's doing.

"are you petting me?!"

he just responds with a big grin before trailing his hand down your back. "maybe i am. wanna see something i learned while i was?" he doesn't even let you respond, your mouth opening before he rubs his fingers around the skin where the base of the tail is and you let out the cutest little whine, arching your back to get more pressure before you catch yourself.

"now ain't that cute?"

"e-enjinnn!"

you try to scramble out of his lap, shrieking about what a pervert he is, how mean he is for teasing, but he just cackles, standing up to turn and toss you onto the bed. "yeah, yeah i know, i'm mean, i'm the worse, but..."

he climbs on the bed after you, savoring the way your ears perk up in alert. in a quick motion, his shirt is off, grinning at your eyes immediately snapping to his hypnotic, tattooed skin. you can't stop the whimper that forces its way out of your throat when he crawls over top of you, a hand palming himself through his sweats that you desperately wish he would take off sooner.

“it’s my granny’s birthday this weekend,” you drawl, looping your finger around a lock of his hair. you hold it straight underneath your nose like a moustache just so you can see his eyes quirk in amusement.

“i thought your grandparents were dead?” he asks, robust yet tender like the flames he uses to reheat your cold teas.

you let go of his hair, slapping his arm lightly.

“my blood grandparents, yes. i’m talking about my granny! she’s looked after everybody since we were babies. i’ve never known life without her.”

zuko hums, listening and unmoving.

“how old is she turning?”

“one hundred and eighteen. impressive, right?”

zuko pouts at you out of habit. just because you’re so close and he’s right there. you meet his lips in a wet smack, stretching your leg to rest over his lower stomach.

“you want me to come to her birthday i’m assuming?” he cocks his head slightly, picking an eyelash off your cheek.

that bluntness, the obvious statement now held between you both, makes you horribly shy. instead of his eyes, you’re looking at his nose. grumbling to yourself.

having a relationship with the fire lord, whilst you were a earthbender (one of the best, might you add!) from one of the smallest tribes wasn’t the easiest. for one, you knew the fire council wasn’t the most supportive with wanting fire royalty to stay firebenders, your dates would occasionally come with an entourage of help and your schedules often proved difficult to line up.

though you and zuko made it work, which lead you to the next stage. introducing him to your tribe.

“everyone’s inviting their boyfriends. a few have some from different tribes and kingdoms!” you draw your finger along his hard chest making incoherent shapes, missing out the clear fact that none of them are royalty, however. it’s a slow whisper, “i want you to be there too.”

your hand is snatched from his chest, curled into a fist and your knuckles are pressed against his lips. the eye contact alone gets your stomach swirling with lust. your leg hitches higher on his chest.

“i’ll be there. for sure.”

your smile could light up the night sky. could rule the tide and guide boats home. zuko finds it difficult to say no to you, especially when all your wants and asks are pretty much within his means. besides getting you a flying bison. he still hasn’t broken the news that it’s not likely you can have one since neither of you are airbenders. anyway.

but to you, as much as you love the luxuries his life can provide, you don’t see him as the royal fire lord. you treat him casually, like his friends do and at this earth tribe party, his only title will be yours. it’s times when you try to demand him to return back to bed in the morning that will always drive him crazy. these aren’t dynamics that are supposed to work, but they do.

“okay,” you roll your lips in, then out before flinging your whole body onto him in an embrace. it’s easy. how his arms circle around your smaller frame, your face tucking into his neck to place a kiss and how his gravely chuckle jumps out of him.

“okay, okay,” he squeezes your asscheek playfully, “what does your granny like? i can go down to the market and get her a few things.”

“you don’t need to get a gift, zu. i’m making her a bracelet that can be from the both of us.”

zuko’s grin doesn’t let up. the idea that even though he is your boyfriend, he will turn up empty handed and name your gift as his? 

“sweet, but i’m not doing that. heavens forbid.”

you roll your eyes but lay your lips over his in a kiss which only turns into him pushing you onto your back into his bed and opening your legs so he can slot between them.

on the day of your granny’s birthday, you meet zuko without his entourage outside of your home.

“hello baby.”

you pause for half a second before resuming your pace. that doesn’t last long until you’re jogging up to meet zuko, just to look at him closer and faster.

“hi! you look adorable,” you coo and he doesn’t swat away your fluttering hand. he lets you cup his cheek, your eyes gazing all the way down his body.

he’s still in fire nation robes, but civilian ones. he stands before you, in your kingdom, sans a crown or any golden jewellery, his armour off. just burgundy trousers, black boots, a classic grey long sleeve undershirt and a maroon tunic on top. you know the fire insignia will be sewn on the inside of the sleeves if you had a look. the gold thread on the collar and ends of his undershirt are the only signs of wealth and quality. aside from that, he appears to just be your firebending boyfriend, going to an elder’s birthday.

zuko’s got his hair all up in a bun, one he’s embarrassed to have attempted numerous times to get perfect, so you looking at him with gooey eyes causes him to puff out his chest in pride. he lets a few hairs frame his face and like always, you tuck the side that covers his scarred eye behind his ear. the one thing that will always make it difficult to not mistake him for being the fire lord.

you’re too engrossed in his appearance to notice the wooden box he’s holding, about the width of his chest and four inches outwards.

“you look beautiful,” he hums, bending down to meet your face, “kiss me hello, princess.”

“thank you, kind sir,” you play, slinking your arms around his neck as he adjusts to hold the box on one hip.

outside your quiet apartment, zuko slips his tongue into your mouth, pulling you to him with a bare hand on the sliver of skin exposed from your sage bandeau and loose brown linen trousers. he grunts into the kiss, feeling the rumble of his large body with your hand on his chest.

“i’m so nervous for this,” he whispers against your lips, pulling you back in by sucking your tongue. you don’t have to reply before you’re practically moaning into his mouth, careful not to mess up his bun with the desperate need to rake your fingers over his scalp.

you manage to pull away, slightly breathless, “no, you don’t have to be! i’ve told everyone i’m bringing someone.”

he drops his head to your shoulder with a sigh, “but do they know it’s me?”

you smile, just a tiny one, “they’ve never met you.”

he growls into your neck, “you know what i’m asking.”

“do they know you’re the great and powerful fire lord?” he pokes your side and you yelp in a giggle, “two of my friends know of you. but nobody knows you but me.”

zuko lifts his head.

“nobody knows zuko, my zuko.”

he exhales, rubs his hand down his face.

“if i love you, so will everyone else,” you comfort, taking his hand in yours to start walking to the party, “now what’s in the box?”

the only people that mention zuko being the fire lord are a group of your little cousins who run circles around him, pulling at his maroon garments to get his attention.

there’s three of them— all missing teeth, holding stones to practice earthbending and full of questions for your boyfriend.

“are you the fire lord? you look like him!”

“no. he doesn’t have the crown.”

“but he’s only got one eyebrow,” your cousin points to their own eyebrows, “see, we have two.”

“is it true you know the avatar?”

“can i see some fire tricks? i can show you my earthbending!” complete with your cousin throwing her rocks in the air and them all plopping onto the ground with a clonk.

“zuko can talk to you all later about firebending. now where’s great granny?” 

amongst all the balloons, banners and food, you follow the little fingers to the back where there is a stone stool, covered in forest coloured cushions and orange flowers. your granny is seated right in the middle, surrounded the older members of the tribe and all your agemates.

zuko smiles at the kids, lays his palm out in front of him to show off a quick small burst of fire. they all release a chorus of wows. “i’ll show you later if my lady here lets me.”

you roll your eyes, grabbing his heated palm as the kids squeal, “c’mon!”

zuko’s grip gets tighter when you near your family. all in multiple different shades of mossy green to honey yellows with the earth insignia at the sleeves. 

“happy birthday granny!” you squeal, letting go of zuko to kiss your granny’s wrinkled yet soft cheek and hold her calloused hands. “are you enjoying your day?”

“my dear, i’m happy to see you’ve made it,” she squeezes your fingertips, crinkled eyes squinting up at you. there’s screams of kids in the background, the teens playing further back and your siblings chatting at one of the tables. but in the presence of your granny, your world stills, listening to every word she says.

“of course!” then you gesture zuko to come forward. he does cautiously, bowing lightly to your granny, the woman who’s taken part in raising you your whole life. “this is zuko,” then you giggle girlishly, “i think he’s the love of my life.”

you tell zuko this often, without the i think at the beginning. wrapped in his arms in bed, sugar dusted confessions beneath the sheets or when you take walks along the ocean at midnight. a few times it’s slipped out when he served you plates of food in front of his friends and every single time, he ends up with cheeks as red as his clothes.

“is it now? let me see this boy.”

zuko takes that as his turn to talk, hoping the sweat along his brow isn’t reflecting in the sun, “hello granny. it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

the smile your granny had for you falls, eyeing down the man you brought with you. you watch as she runs her eyes over his clothing, the golden stitching of his undershirt, his new freshly ironed robes. then his eye, the raised reddened skin around it.

“is this the fire lord?” she asks you and zuko’s wide pupils bounce to yours.

“that’s just his day job—,”

“do you love my child?” she presses, her attention back on zuko. 

even you can’t judge where she’s going with this, your posture straightening as you await zuko’s answer, like there’s a possibility he will deny you in front of everyone you love.

it seems to be the easiest question of the day as zuko, still holding his gift, nods. “of course, with my whole heart. the easiest thing i’ve ever done.”

“awe,” you whisper and zuko grabs your hand with an ease unlike before.

one of your (rather annoying) aunties butt in, arms folded, seizing up the fire lord. “yn is one of our most beautiful women.”

“yn’s beauty is the least interesting thing about her.”

it’s as if the whole tribe goes silent, not quite understanding what zuko means. though here you see the qualities of the fire lord rise to the surface with the speed of a wildfire. 

he stands tall, straight, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.

your granny squints with questioning, while your aunties gather with furrowed brows.

“yn is strong, kind and an intellectual. strong with her bending, strong in her willpower, strong to handle everything life throws at her and still stays by me day after day. the kindest human i’ve ever met. i’ve never seen her think about herself first and she’s shown me love in a way i’ve missed my whole life.” he kisses your palm, “checks for my wounds, offers to manage my accounts. then the smartest smartest person. proves me wrong daily, knows the most random facts and could rule a kingdom if she wanted. though she’d never admit it.”

you swat his arm at that, shyly looking to the ground, “stop zu!”

he laughs, his amber eyes are the softest they’ve ever been. he looks nothing like the fire lord who sits on his throne with the layers of robes and heavy golden jewellery. here he looks like a local boy from another nation, convincing his family he’s made for you.

“but also yes, yn is beautiful. i knew from the day i saw her that i’d love her.”

there’s a range of emotions on the members of your tribe. some with watery eyes, others with gleeful smiles. a few in awe, at the fire lord so effortlessly baring his soul for you in front of everyone who loves you.

“hm,” your granny huffs but you don’t miss the crescent moon smiles in her eyes, “you’d look good in green. yn you must have a shawl you can give him. a scarf?”

a peace offering. you chuckle, nodding unable to take your eyes off zuko, “yes i can, if he wants?”

earth nation robes reminds zuko of a specific period of his youth. he did look good in them. “sure. a shade that goes with the red.”

“also, i got this as a gift for you,” zuko bows when he hands the box to your granny, lightly settling it on her lap. 

your granny loves a gift, a fact you didn’t mention to zuko because you knew it would only stress him out more. “oh! you didn’t have to, my boy.”

zuko glances over at you, in shock already. my boy? you shrug playfully.

“delicacies from my kingdom.”

the wooden chest is opened to find cheeses, fruits and chocolate over green fabric. some foods you’ve yet to even try. you point to a chocolate in the corner, white chocolate stripes over a block of milk chocolate. 

“that one looks tasty!”

but you’re forgotten as your granny takes zuko’s hand with a greedy smile, you’re wondering if your boyfriend is about to get poached. “what a thoughtful gift. i will be trying these all.”

“everyone loves you here,” you whisper to him as you drunkenly sway to the music your family members play in the distance. “almost as much as i do.”

after practically sharing zuko with every mother, father, auntie, uncle, cousin and your granny who even told your boyfriend to pull up a chair after dinner to talk, finally they’ve given him back to you.

all in one green and red piece. 

he’s only had a few drinks, nothing close to how many you’ve thrown back but with your tribe, you’ve always been able to relax. for zuko, it’s the first time he’s ever seen you so… yourself in public.

you’re not overthinking every comment you make. your laughs are booming, not covering your mouth. you also inhale all the food on the tables, swearing it’s better than anything he’s ever tasted because your tribe made it.

you’ve danced with every family member, dragged him away from your cousins when he had to answer his twentieth question about the avatar but just as you get him, your teen cousins ask him to spar. this time you fold your arms in front of zuko, protecting him from their weedy selves, “he’s here for granny and me! not to fight you!”

“sorry, have to listen to the misses here.” he pipes up.

so in zuko’s arms, away from your tribe, you appreciate the reprieve they give. 

“how about i give up being the fire lord and just become your husband here?” he chuckles, kissing your forehead as he sways you to the music. zuko’s hands appropriately stay on your hips, despite the desperate want to grope you just a little.

you stare at him with wet round eyes, bottom lip jutted out, “don’t tempt me and you better not be proposing to me here.”

you’re pretty with the candle lights surrounding you, braided hair dancing to the opposite way of your hips. there’s even a daffodil tucked into a braid by an auntie earlier. the more you’ve drunk, zuko’s been on watch that your skirt is still facing the correct way and your bandeau isn’t revealing too much cleavage that you’d usually allow. every clothing adjustment attempt zuko’s made has been met with a deviant smirk from you.

you’re about to kiss him, yank his hair out of his bun and have his gorgeous locks flow all around his face. instead you have to throw up a wall of dirt when a little cousin comes zooming to your feet. “go back to auntie! zuko’s mine now.”

there’s a loud whine when the kid spins around, pottering back off.

“i’m not proposing to you now. you’ll know when i’m proposing to you.” he hums, kissing your cheek, pulling you tight to his chest. he inhales your hair like he always does, peppermint and wafts of orange. 

“okay. not now though, i’m not ready yet,” you tell him firmly and zuko’s smile stays put. he nods in understanding. “i loved your little speech earlier.”

his cheeks beam a berry red, looking away from your piercing gaze. you look like you want to eat him in one gulp whilst simultaneously take your time with him. 

“just wanted everyone to know i am serious about you and you know, despite my title and priorities… you’re important to me.” his lashes flutter over to you at the end. the grip on your hips tighten, pulling you in to feel his hardening length against your stomach. your next inhale is sharp.

“d-don’t. my family is here.” you warn, but you still snuggle against him, wrapping your arms around his neck and rubbing your nose against his, “you can’t be adorable and…” he brushes his lips along your jaw. you clench your eyes shut. “zu… we can’t. later.”

“i know, i know,” and you hear the lust heavy and thick in his voice. he lays one kiss behind your ear, “i love you more today than i did yesterday.”

you want to tug his hair, have him expose that throat so you can mark it up. “i love you too, so much more. you were so sweet with everyone, made me want to cry. take you home for myself.”

you shiver at the brush of cold air as the sky darkens, the lights surrounding you getting brighter to manage. zuko is quick, shrugging off the shawl you gave him earlier to wrap around your shoulders and lightly heating his hands to hug you back into him.

“i was on my best behaviour, wasn’t i?” he grins, stunning as always. your stomach can’t help but heat.

you nod, chewing down on your lip, “one more hour, we pack up the food and we go, okay?”

“it’s up to you, baby. whenever you want.”

“i’m rewarding you when we get back.” your tone ends on a sensual tilt, one that has all the blood in zuko’s body rushing south.

“you’ll be on my face then,” he mumbles and you can’t reply because aunties are rushing over to you, dragging you back into the crowd to sing songs and listen to stories.

your arm snakes across his waist, yanking him closer so that your tits are squished just under his shoulderblades. your fingers dip below his shirt to push the waistband below his balls. he shudders as you wrap them around his cock, hot and heavy.

"you're pathetic," you whisper into his ear. "i can't believe you asked me to come here this late at night just because you couldn't cum. don't you have any shame?"

he whines at your words. he doesn't have any shame, not since you ruined sex with anyone else for him. he needs you, only you, and you both know it.

"sorry, mommy," he blubbers, the first tears beginning to pool at his lashline. "i'm sorry, i just had to. i can't cum without you, mommy. i need you to cum."

"i know, i know." you leisurely stroke your hand along his shaft, the pre-cum leaking from his tip slicking up your palm. "it's not your fault you're such a slut. you just can't help it, can you?"

the sound of chattering fades into earshot as a group of people walks past the alley you're tucked into. the orange glow of the nearby streetlight illuminates just enough so that of they looked in your direction, they'd be able to see dabi hunched over with a hand on his cock. the thought sends a thrill of electricity through your veins.

dabis head rolls back onto your shoulder as your other hand trails up his chest to squeeze his neck.

"ah, mommy," he gasps. "that feels so good, ah, please don't stop."

the hand on his cock moves faster and faster as he bucks his hips up into your grip, desperate for his orgasm. you suddenly halt your movements and he whimpers, carelessly fucking into your fist to chase the stimulation that's quickly slipping away.

"you filthy whore," you say through gritted teeth. "can't you tell that there's people right there? if you're not quiet, they'll hear you. they'll hear dabi, the big, bad villain, begging to cum like a bitch in heat."

the thought of being caught seems to send him into more of a frenzy, choked whines pouring from his lips as he thrusts more fervently into your hand. despite you closing off his windpipe in an effort to keep him quiet, he just can't seem to stay silent.

"god, mommy, yes," he rasps. "i want 'em, want 'em all to see how good you make me feel."

"really?" your hand starts picking up the pace again, languidly stroking from base to tip and back again. "you don't care at all if someone sees you like this?"

"god, no," he wails, chest rising and falling as he pants. "don't care, mommy, i mean it. i jus' wanna cum, don't care about anything else, just wanna cum, just want you to make me cum, please!"

"what a filthy fuckin' slut," you snicker. "you're disgusting."

he moans loud, and you're barely able to cut off the sound by digging you fingers into the tender flesh of his neck.

"mommy, 'm close—"

"—shut the fuck up," you hiss. "you're being so fucking loud."

you shoot a glance over to the street, a devilish smile curling your lips. "fuck, i think they saw—"

dabi howls as he suddenly cums all over your hand, blue flames bursting from his palms and charring the brick they're resting against. the white liquid glides down your knuckles and his thighs, the small sounds of it dripping onto the ground joining the chorus of his shaky inhales of oxygen.

you thread your fingers through his hair and pull his head so that his face is right before your cum-covered hand.

"lick."

he easily complies with the order, tongue lolling out of his mouth to lap up at his release. his lips close around each of your fingers, and he hums, a dazed look in his eyes, as he cleans you up.

"didn't know you could cum so quickly just from thinking someone saw you," you quip. "man, you're fucked up."

"shut up," he growls, typical attitude starting to leak back into his body. "by the way, this is the last time this is happening."

you cackle. "didn't you say that two days ago?"

"i—"

"don't bother, dabi. we both know you'll be begging for more in a few days, tops."

you begin to walk away, leaving him alone in the alley. you tilt you head to look at him over your shoulder.

"and just remember that mommy's always a call away."

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It drove you insane with desire. And if that wasn’t bad enough for you, Satoru’s best friend, who also happened to be a succubus and your other roommate—Suguru, decided that the white-haired succubus accidentally outing himself was his cue to start courting you. 

You didn’t even know that succubi courted. You supposed there was always a first for everything. 

Suguru was far from being openly vulgar like Satoru was, but just as indicative of his wants. And that happened to be you. With long black hair, dark wings and a sharp, swift tail of the same colour, he was eerily gorgeous. He took his sweet time courting you, laying blooming red peonies all over your bed that worked as aphrodisiacs, spending his weekends making you wine-flavoured chocolates in the shape of hearts, hoping to get you drunk and all to himself. You would also constantly find missing pieces of clothing from the underwear section of your wardrobe, the distinctive mouth-watering scent of an aroused succubus left behind in their stead. 

Satoru and Suguru were beautiful in a way that most things were—poisonous and addictive. You had told yourself that you wouldn’t get swayed by their honeyed façade and fall into their trap. You had told yourself, but. . . 

The last thing you expected to wake up to was a wet, searing mouth on your hard cock. 

You groaned, shuddering as mind-numbing pleasure wracked through your body in overwhelming waves, reaching out blindly to hold onto something before it consumed you—fingers digging into the sheets so hard you heard it rip. You couldn’t explain why or how it felt so good, the pleasure almost other-worldly—the sensation of an incredibly soft tongue licking up your length, dragging a trail of heat and drool on sensitive skin. The air smelt sweet, like roses and cherries, the sharp sting of arousal zipping up your spine as you took a deep whiff. 

“D-does it feel good, master?” a voice panted, whined, “am I doing good for you?” 

You looked down to find two teary, dilated blue eyes staring up at you, and two you knew very well. “Satoru,” you managed, fighting down a shiver as his hot breaths smothered your shaft with unbearable warmth. Everything felt fuzzy and smelt too sweet, like someone had sprayed intoxicating perfume in your bedroom a thousand times over. “What the hell are you doing here?” 

He gripped your cock tighter with a pout, like he was worried that you would take away his favourite toy. “I just… I just thought I could make you f-feel better. Some de-stressing after a hard day, y’know?” He sighed, rubbing his cheek against your spit-soaked length, raised tail quivering behind him, shyly curling forward to show off the heart-shaped end of it. 

You couldn’t help but look. Satoru was dressed in a satin white shrug shirt that fully exposed his plump chest while allowing his wings to stretch out prettily, and you followed the tempting curves of his toned torso down to where his womb tattoo was pulsing and glowing red, as though showing off that he was eager to be bred. He was wearing the sluttiest, tiniest pair of lingerie underwear that barely covered his ass, the cute bulge of his cock visible from the front, his weeping cockhead poking out, strapped to his stomach. His outfit gave you the perfect glimpse of his soft milky thighs, before the rest was obscured by cream lace stockings that hugged his legs perfectly, leaving you wanting more. 

Sweet Lord. If this wasn’t heaven, you couldn’t even begin to imagine what heaven would be like. 

The succubus trembled under your scrutinizing, squeezing his thighs together as though he wanted to hide the evidence of his arousal. “A-are you done looking?” he mumbled, glancing at you through his lashes. “Can I continue? Please, I’ve been so good and you know it.” You could’ve sworn you saw his pupils dilate even more when his gaze returned to your erect cock, a line of drool running down his chin as his throat bobbed, as though he were imagining what it would feel like to swallow your cum. 

“Hold on,” you breathed, carding your hand through his soft hair to gently stop him from getting closer to your crotch. “Does Suguru know about this?” 

Satoru’s eyes flickered up to meet yours, his pout fading into something more. . . wary. “No,” he said, quietly. “He doesn’t.” 

“I’d thought so. Suguru wouldn’t—” 

“Stop talking about Suguru,” he whined, like he was actually hurt over this. “Suguru’s not about to suck your cock.” 

You frowned. And what gave him the right to sneak into your room and do blasphemous things to your body while you were sleeping, then? You tightened your grip on his hair, just enough to make him let out a low, pitiful whimper. “And you’re going to be the one to do it, then, Satoru?” 

His eyes widened like a guilty child. 

“I’m impressed,” you scorned, “You actually think you deserve it.” 

Satoru bit his lip, as though he was turned on by your sudden change in behaviour. “I… Master, please. I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I’ve been asking for it for ages, I just couldn’t wait anymore—I needed you so bad. Please let me make it up to you. Please, please,” he stammered, hands grasping your knees and thighs in almost desperation while looking up at you with a forlorn expression. 

You looked at him, steering your expression into something like a leer. 

“You want to make it up to me? Is that so?” You pretended to think, scratching your nails lightly against his scalp, and he moaned softly, leaning into your touch. “Fine. Get on the bed.” 

The succubus clambered onto the bed clumsily, settling on all fours as he looked at you over his shoulder with a deep flush, tail quivering with arousal. “L-like this?” 

“Yeah, that’s perfect,” you muttered, hands coming to rest on each of his asscheeks, kneading the flesh softly. Satoru whined, back pressing into an arch as he pushed his rump towards you, eager to please. “So, tell me, Satoru. I’m curious. What makes. . . a good slut?” 

“S-someone who listens to orders,” he replied, obediently. 

“That’s correct.” You whistled, hooking two fingers over the waistband of his underwear, slowly sliding it down to his knees until you completely exposed his leaking cock and hole, the latter clenching and dripping with… slick, like a pussy would. You went back to playing with his ass, ignoring it for the time being. “And does a good slut ever talk back to their master?” 

“No,” he whimpered. 

“What about,” you began, stroking his sensitive inner thighs, “taking what they want without permission?” 

“No,” he repeated, biting back a whine as a slow sense of dread filled him. “That’s what… that’s what n-naughty sluts do.” The words sounded strangely obscene in his mouth, and he flushed, ears turning red. 

“Very good,” you praised. “Last question, Satoru. You’ve answered every question perfectly so far—this one will be easy.” You flashed him a vicious smile, taking great pleasure in his ordeal. “Do you think naughty sluts deserve to be punished?” 

The succubus shivered in both fear and anticipation, swallowing harshly. “Y-yes,” he whispered. “They do.” 

Satoru didn’t even have time to beg for mercy because your hand fell hard on his ass, the force of it sending a loud smack echoing across the room, making him jerk forward with a pleasured cry. 

The pain was electric, and so was the pleasure, a white-hot burn curling in his lower stomach as his cock gave a violent lurch—Satoru doesn’t think he has ever felt pleasure this good before in all his years of being a sex demon. You were a hard hitter too. The skin on his ass stung pleasantly, and he moaned out loud at the thought of you slapping his ass again and again until your handprint was burnt into his flesh, wanting more already. 

“You really are a slut,” you whispered, almost in awe. 

“Please,” he whined. He would take anything you were going to give him—praise or punishment. He was yours. 

You gently massaged the bruised area on his ass, leaning down to give it a tender kiss. “Turn around for me, baby.” You opted for a softer tone, trying to coax him into letting you see his face after the harsh treatment. You couldn’t believe you ever thought that he was the danger here. Things were turning out in the most perfect way, you would believe it was a dream if not for how solid Satoru felt under your touch. 

Satoru parted his lips, as though he wanted to argue—but quickly remembered your words. The pain was good, incredibly good, but it was also fleeting. If this was his first and last chance with you, then he would make the pleasure last. 

He flipped over on his back, removing his underwear and quietly spreading his shaky legs for you. His cock gave a weak twitch as your gaze swept across his body with interest, letting a low whine. 

“Good boy, Satoru,” you muttered, eyes zeroing in on the heart-shaped swirls of his pulsing womb tattoo. Admittedly, you had looked it up on the internet and found out all sorts of things about succubi, terms that ranged from ‘breeding’ and ‘fertility’ to ‘cum-addiction’, and you couldn’t wait to experiment them on him. “Gonna open you up now.” 

You rubbed your fingers against his soft and wet entrance, slathering them in his slick, before starting to push two in, just to be mean. The succubus was already panting, mindlessly arching his back and pushing against your fingers. “Hah… Master… please, more…” 

“More what? Tell me what you want, Satoru.” 

Satoru let out a lewd cry as you rubbed at his sensitive walls, hips jerking. “P-Please!” he squeaked. “Want your cum… inside my womb.” 

You could feel a sadistic smile pulling at your lips. So this was his true objective. To be bred like a cockslut—no, an animal. An animal bound by divine instruction to reproduce again and again and again, brainlessly offering up its holes to be filled with semen until its belly swells with the early stages of pregnancy. Perhaps the rumours about succubi on the internet were true, after all. 

You weren’t going to give him what he wanted so easily, though. You weren’t that nice—he hasn’t earned it yet. 

“Greedy,” you settled for a simple comment, leer morphing into something more innocent. You made sure to crook your fingers at a certain angle while pumping them in and out of his drooling hole, searching for the spot that made his toes curl and back arch, a filthy wail forcing his lips to part. “You sure you can handle that, baby?” 

“Y-yeah,” Satoru moaned, “Breed me… please. Wanna carry master’s children.” 

His womb tattoo glowed brighter, scorching hot underneath your touch. Satoru looked fucked out already and the night was still young, lidded eyes unfocused and glassy while he continued to grind down against your fingers, as though searching for something wider, thicker, deeper. 

“Slut,” you snarled, and the word was barely fitting for how the succubus was acting. You pulled your fingers out, the emptiness making him ache. He gave a loud whine, his hips giving a desperate buck into the empty air, neglected cock red and hard, smearing pre-cum all over his womb tattoo. 

“‘m your good slut,” he babbled, slurred for how drunk and stupid he sounded. You were sure anyone standing outside your bedroom would hear him with how loud he was being. 

His mouth felt empty, you decided. A little too empty. You hooked a thumb into the stretchy side of his mouth before rubbing your fingers on his bottom lip, and he gave a soft keen, parting his lips for you to slide them inside, before lightly sucking on them—tasting his own juices. 

“If you keep this up,” you warned, “Suguru will hear. You don’t want him hearing me making you scream, do you, Satoru? Or are you more of a pervert than I thought?” 

“No,” he said, muffled by your fingers stuffing his mouth full, tears dribbling down his cheeks. 

“Good sluts don’t talk with their mouth full,” you reminded him, gently brushing away his tears. 

He shook his head quickly, whining. Satoru didn’t like to share, and you knew that. You were his bond, his human. You didn’t need another succubus. Right? 

You bit down a smile at his blatant jealousy, pretending not to notice the presence right outside your room, the rustle of fabric unmistakable—barely covered by Satoru’s loud whimpers. It was a little too early to reveal it, with how both of them were enjoying themselves. You would indulge them a little longer. 

You coated your fingers with his spit generously before pulling them out, a string of drool connecting the two, before reaching down and unceremoniously plugging them back into his needy hole. Satoru yelped, trying to snap his thighs shut at the sudden intrusion, and you took the opportunity to guide them to wrap around your waist. He flushed, stammering out an apology, but you wouldn’t miss this chance to tease him. 

“Look at you, Satoru.” You continued to scissor him, occasionally pulling out to slather your cock with his sweet-smelling slick. “I haven’t even put it in yet, and here you are, drooling like we’ve been at it all night. Messy cockslut.” 

“Your cockslut,” he whimpered, and it sharpened into a keen when you slowly drove forward to dip the head of your cock in his hole. It clenched around you greedily, and it felt incredible even with only the tip in, soft and wet and hungry, warmth oozing into you, making you burn with desire. What was even more incredible was the fact that Satoru was crying, tears spilling over red, flushed cheeks as he struggled to stay still for you, wanting to please, wanting forgiveness. “Hnngh… master…” 

He was right. Satoru was your cockslut. 

You leaned down to caress his wet cheek, the action only causing your cock to nudge deeper inside, the warm tightness nearly sending you into overdrive—making you moan. You had never been inside a hole this heavenly before. The snug stretch around your girth was insane, and if that wasn’t enough, his hole kept on fluttering and clenching around you, making delicious sensations bleed into you. 

So the myths were true, after all—succubi were demons crafted for the sake of providing pleasure. 

Your vision was growing hazy with lust, the heat in your belly growing. The pleasure was almost too much—but you held on. You would drain him before he drained you. 

Grabbing him by the thick of his hips, you buried yourself to the hilt in one go, and Satoru let out a wrecked cry, fingers bunching up the sheets at the sudden stimulation. His womb tattoo sizzled and pulsed obscenely, and you reached down to gently press your palm against it, making him whimper loudly. 

You didn’t know if you would be able to hold it in for much longer—with how the poor thing was squirming on your cock, sweet slick coating your cock with every thrust in and drive out, the carnal smell of it all making your appetite grow tenfold, making you want to strip him of all dignity and devour. 

“Satoru,” you murmured, thrusting forward, and he answered with a keening wail of your name. “It seems like… we have a rather eager spectator. Should we invite him inside?” 

“Wh-what…” Satoru said dumbly, whines interrupting his words as his eyes struggled to focus. “Spectator…?” 

“Yeah.” You grinned as he realised who you were talking about, stiffening and shaking his head with a cry. He wanted to have you all to himself for a little longer… you haven’t even cum inside him yet. This wasn’t fair. “Let’s see if he’s just as much of a cock-hungry slut as you are, mm?” 

You turned your head to the door. “Suguru. Come in.” 

The door hesitantly creaked open, and Suguru stepped inside. Immediately, the sweetness of aroused succubi intensified in the room, a clash between Satoru’s sugary scent and Suguru’s honeyed one making you dizzy with want. 

“Master,” Suguru swallowed, a red flush on his cheeks. He was dressed in a revealing dark purple night-robe, a ravishing complement to the long, black hair that cascaded down his shoulders. He looked at the two of you calmly, but you didn’t fail to notice the shine between his thighs, giving away how bothered he really was. “How long have you known?” 

“Quite a while. Get on the bed and prepare yourself,” you ordered, turning back to the other succubus who was currently grinding himself senseless on your cock, little whines and pleas plucked out with each desperate roll of his hips. “I’ll deal with you after I’m done with Satoru.” 

Suguru listened obediently, laying down on the bed on his back, night robe gracefully falling open to reveal his purple womb tattoo, already throbbing and glowing with heat and need. He reached down between his parted thighs, rubbing and pleasuring his hole while watching the two of you, soaking the mattress with how much slick he was producing. 

You turned back to Satoru, the sight of his red, crying face sending a jolt of heat straight into your abdomen. “What?” You grinned, gripping his waist and starting to thrust into his tight heat again. “I did warn you.” 

“S-so mean,” he sobbed, arching his back at the pleasure. He was whimpering again, warm walls hugging your length firmly every time you drove in, and you could tell he was getting close again, had been close before you had so cruelly stopped to indulge someone else. Satoru turned his head to look at the other succubus, their simultaneous pants and whines serving to make each other even more aroused, Satoru’s slick drenching your cock while Suguru’s messily dribbled all over his hand, obscene squelching noises like heavenly music to your ears. 

“Gonna cum,” you announced, and both of them answered you with needy, high-pitched whines, Suguru fingering himself to your thrusts while Satoru laid there, moaning and sobbing, reduced to nothing but a pliable body made to take and take and take. 

The latter blinked up at you with glossy eyes, tears dotting on his lashes and crying out lewdly while you continued to pound into him like a rabid animal. Satoru loved it, how rough and careless you were treating him, your gentle hands telling a different story as they caressed his face, the contrast of pain and pleasure making him shiver. No one had been able to satisfy him like this before. You were perfect for him. 

“Please… your cum…” he pleaded, laying a hand on his pulsating womb tattoo, begging for you to fulfil his only purpose in life—to be filled and bred like the dumb slut he was. “I w-want it inside…” 

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, his warm hole sucking you deeper in with every flutter, every clench, showering you in waves of stimulation to the point where it teetered between pleasure and pain. Just when stars began to float across your vision in hazy swirls, a sign that you were close to orgasm, you pulled out hastily, ignoring Satoru’s desperate, keening sob, yanking Suguru towards you by the hips before roughly plunging your cock into his needy hole. 

The startled moan that you pulled out from the other succubus was enough to drive you to the peak of your arousal, and you thrust a few more times before spilling into warm wetness with a loud, guttural groan. 

When you came to be, there were two kinds of noises rebounding in the room—Satoru’s cries and Suguru’s whines. 

“Master!” Satoru sobbed, bucking his hips into empty air as tears messily dripped down his face. 

“M-master,” Suguru whimpered, drooling and panting, stuffed so full of cum and cock he could barely speak. 

You moaned as you drew out from Suguru’s heat, watching as cum dribbled out from his puffy hole and onto the soaked mattress—and he let out a soft, needy whine, plugging two fingers inside himself to stop anything more from leaking out, as though to replace the fullness that he had felt before. You watched as he lay there shivering weakly, glowing womb tattoo tainted with streaks of white, and you realised that he had come just from you releasing inside him. 

You swallowed, feeling your cock fill out again. Suguru really was a good slut. Perfect, even. 

“Master…!” Satoru cried out again, gaze lingering on you and Suguru with an expression that could only be described as heartbroken, and you would feel sorry for him, if not for you catching sight of the softening cock resting against his heaving abdomen. The perverted thing had orgasmed from watching you cum inside someone else. If that wasn’t a sight. 

“I never promised you anything, Satoru.” You looked down at the mess you had created, smiling innocently. “Plus, Suguru’s a far better slut than you are, don’t you think? After all, he waited patiently for his turn to be bred, unlike you.” You slumped down onto the bed with a heavy sigh, turning to Suguru and patting your lap. “Sit on my cock, baby.” 

Suguru rubbed at his eyes, compliantly trudging over and straddling your waist, the length of your cock rubbing lewdly between his cheeks. He bit his lip, raising his hips until the tip of it nudged against his sore hole, the growing stretch more pleasurable than anything. Your cum turned out to be the perfect lubricant, and the intrusion was met with little resistance, allowing him to slowly sink down with a hungry whine. 

“F-feels so goood,” he slurred, his eyes rolling back as you bottomed out, making the both of you moan. He mindlessly rubbed at his stomach, right above his womb, where you had gifted him a baby. 

“See?” You looked at Satoru lazily, the poor thing watching in a mixture of arousal and frustration. “Suguru’s been so good for me. What have you done?” 

Satoru wanted to cry again at your demeaning tone. This was too much. You were being so mean to him, when he was trying his best to atone for his wrongdoings! He didn’t deserve this treatment, not one bit. If Suguru gets a baby, then he should get one, too. 

“I’m s-sorry,” he snivelled weakly. “Please, master… I promise I won’t ever misbehave again. I’ll be a good slut… I’ll do anything you want.” 

You smiled. “Anything I want?” 

He nodded, desperate. 

“Sit on my face and I’ll think about it.” 

Satoru wanted to protest, yank Suguru off your cock and ride it himself until you spurted heavy into his womb, showing you that he could please you just as much as the other succubus did, maybe even more. You were his, and naturally, your pleasure belonged to him as well. Suguru might be his best friend, but that didn’t mean Satoru liked to share his toys with him. But. . . if this was his last shot at gaining your forgiveness, then he would do whatever it takes to please you, even if it meant suppressing his needs for the time being. 

He scrambled over to where you were lying, carefully placing one knee on each side of your face, trembling with effort as he slowly lowered himself onto your face. He let out a soft, whiny keen as his position pressed his hole directly against your parted lips, and he struggled not to rut against your face—holding himself back from chasing after the addictive pleasure. 

You gently lifted him by the hips to breathe, before pressing a light kiss to the twitching hole. Licking around Satoru’s swollen rim in an attempt to loosen him up, you rolled your hips up into the welcoming warmth of the other succubus, jolting out an erotic moan. 

“You can start riding me, Suguru,” you muttered, closing your eyes and letting out a drawn-out moan as he gave a filthy clench around your length at the mention of his name. “Don’t hold back.” 

“Yes, master,” Suguru whined, rolling his hips against yours in smooth, circular motions, and you could feel the slick leaking out from his hole, smothering your length with the abundance of it, sweet and sleek and thick. The succubus rode you like he was made to do it, his cock slapping against his womb tattoo messily with every bounce, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure—letting out a stream of whimpers and pleas while his hole fluttered around you tirelessly, trying to get you to cum inside him a second time. 

You returned to your task at hand—giving a broad lick over Satoru’s dripping hole to gather some of his slick on your tongue, making him sob out a whine. It was sweet and intoxicating, addictive flavour melting in your mouth like sugar, and you couldn’t get enough—shoving your entire tongue into him before eating him out in earnest. 

And sweet lord, did he taste good. He was squeezing around you deliciously, releasing so much slick that it dripped all over your chin and down the column of your throat, making a mess. It drove you crazy. Before you knew it, you were making animalistic noises against his swollen entrance as you made love to it with your tongue, the vibrations making him croon with pleasure. And by now, you were sure that succubi slick had aphrodisiac effects, because with every mouthful that you swallowed, you found it harder and harder to control yourself, wanting to just give in to your arousal and take. 

“Please,” Satoru was sobbing loudly, feeling wet and loose and dirty, thighs trembling with little restraint as you lifted him up and down your tongue with ease, reaching so deep one would think you were trying to plunder his soul. “Gonna… gonna cum already…” 

“M-me too,” Suguru chimed in with a moan, hips growing wearier with every lift, his impending orgasm making him weak, the fullness of cock giving him the illusion of heaviness, and he held his belly as though he were pregnant already. 

You continued to pleasure the both of them the best you could, tongue curling inside Satoru with precision to press against his sweet spot until he was shaking and whimpering with overstimulation—while rolling your hips up to meet Suguru’s, feeling him needily clench around you every time you rammed up just right. 

You could feel yourself getting closer as well, the noises that your two obscene lovers were making serving to turn you on even more. Combined with the sinful pressure of Satoru’s sopping hole clenching around your tongue and the searing tightness of Suguru jumping on your cock, this was practically heaven. 

Reaching over to grip Suguru’s hips, you thrust up repeatedly into his tight warmth, leaving the other to ride your tongue on his own. You groaned your pleasure into Satoru’s hole, and the succubus answered with a keening cry of “Master!”, grinding down against your face with wild abandon. Both of their womb tattoos were glowing brighter than ever, screaming at you to breed them, take them, devour them—and you did just that. 

You rammed your hips up with a muffled shout, gripping Suguru’s waist so tightly you were sure it would leave dark bruises for days to come—unloading everything into his womb for the second time tonight—your seed, your love, your legacy. Suguru cried out loudly at the feeling of your cum filling him up, shuddering as his cock squirted all over the three of you—his stomach, your chest, Satoru’s back—while Satoru clenched around your tongue so tightly as his orgasm crashed over him like a hurricane, cumming all over your face and the mattress with a hoarse scream. 

You gasped for breath the moment Satoru slid off your face and collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, black spots swirling heavily in your vision—the aftermath of the most intense orgasm you’ve had in your entire life. Succubi—no, your succubi really were something. 

Suguru was too tired to even protest as your softening cock slid out from his sheath, dragging out a trail of slick and cum. Yawning, he shifted to lay on the bed on his stomach, mumbling “Thank you, master,” before his eyes drooped shut in exhaustion. You watched him fondly, reaching out to card a hand through his silky hair, before a soft, almost petulant whine caught your attention. 

Satoru was glaring at the other succubus with jealousy. Sure, he had gotten a mind-blowing orgasm out of it, but he wanted you filling him up until he felt bloated with your cum, wanted to be bred. 

You let out an amused laugh. “You want my cum that bad?” 

He nodded his head frantically. 

“Well, then…” You turned to where Suguru had fallen asleep, cum trickling out of his asshole and sliding down his perineum steadily. You guess it would be somewhat of a waste to just leave him be. “Since Suguru took your share for the night. . . there you go. Have a taste.” 

Satoru’s face was slightly pale when you turned back to look at him, a sick grin stretching at your lips. He didn’t question you, however, quietly crawling over until he was kneeling between Suguru’s legs. His heart was pounding, your words earlier that night replaying in his head again and again like mantra—a good slut listens to orders. 

Making eye contact with you, he poked his tongue out, slowly leaning down before giving the excess cum a tentative lick. . . and swallowed. 

You were sure those were hearts exploding in his eyes.