#bnharem

A debt for a debt. That’s what he told you as he came home smiling with a big check in his wallet. No one in your family knew where he got the money, but he seemed confident enough that he’d be able to pay it back.

A month went by and one day, three scary men knocked on your apartment door. They said they were there to “collect”.

You were terrified. You thought they were there to rob you, to take the money you had been saving in a rainy-day fund. But no, they came to collect you. Now, it’s been four months and you’re still stuck doing odd jobs for them--grocery and coffee runs as well as spending reports and other money related things you are less than qualified to do.

You hate your job. You hate having to put up with the unorthodox hours and the unsavory jobs and the complaints about your work ethic and the having to do it over again because you didn’t do it right the first time. You want out. If you weren’t positive that if you left they would be able to hunt you down, you would have fled the country by now.

But your father’s debt still hasn’t been paid.

“Look,” you pleaded. “I can come in tomorrow and work double my usual time. Please, Kirishima-san, I just need the day to rest.”

“Not a chance. You’re coming in today and that’s final. If you don’t, well, then maybe we need to take an extra payment from your parents.”

Before you could even process what he just said, he hung up the phone.

Another payment from your parents. You couldn’t possibly let them take any more from your family. With a new threat looming over your head, you mustered up enough strength to push off of your futon and get dressed for the clients’ dinner.

By the time it was 7:00 in the evening, you had taken a large swig of cold medicine and were ready to spend the night serving these criminals.

Outside of the restaurant, two bodyguards were stationed at the front door and one at the back entrance. All three of them were dressed in black from head to toe. You, on the other hand, were tasked with serving your boss’s clients, so your outfit differed from theirs.

You were dressed in attire suited for waiting tables. Black slacks stretch across your legs and your pristine shirt was smoothed against your body. A tight black vest clung to your chest and pressed against your boobs, squishing them together. If it weren’t for the fever, chills, and headache, you would look like you belonged with this crowd of criminals.

You flashed your ID to the guard at the back door and he nodded you in. Your eyes had to adjust to the fluorescent kitchen lighting, but once they did you saw how busy everyone was. It truly was one of the most important nights for your boss, so you understood why you were needed. Still, this night would truly take the most out of you.

“Oi, (L/n),” one of your boss’s associates called for you. “Take these to table four. I’ve been covering your ass for the last twenty minutes.”

“Of course, Kaminari-san.” You bowed your head and skirted over to the table where two well-dressed men spoke with one another in a hushed tone. You placed their meals in front of them and bowed your head.

“Wait,” one of them called as you began to walk away. “I asked for a Jasmine tea. This is Sencha.”

“Yeah,” the other one piped up. “And I asked for a Sencha tea and this is Jasmine.”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to yell into the abyss and slap those men across the face. But of course all you did was bow in apology and take the cups back. Kirishima’s words to you over the phone rang loud and clear in your mind.

“Anything they need, you get it for them. These are important people the boss works with and we can’t have idiots like you messing this up for us.”

The men smirked at you and as you turned around to grab their “correct orders,” the man who ordered the Jasmine tea leaned over to leave a hard, painful smack across your ass.

You froze but didn’t say anything and walked away.

It was still early in the night but you had run yourself thin. You needed to sit down or to at least take a sip of water, but there was no room for breaks as you bounced from table to table getting the people what they wanted. You had even left the venue a couple times to retrieve items like the proper creamer one client required in their coffee.

Your throat was so sore and dry and it was aching for a break. Your entire body was aching for a break. But as you saw someone sitting at one of the tables raise her hand to wave you over, you had to put all of your aches aside to tend to her needs.

“Good evening, ma’am.” You bowed your head. “How may I assist you?”

A small smile was on her dark red painted lips. She seemed to be searching for something as she eyed you up and down. “Do you happen to know when Bakugou-san will be joining us?”

Bakugou-san… Were you supposed to know who that is? You had never heard the name before, although you knew your boss had many ties throughout the district. It could be one of them.

“I’m not sure,” you answered honestly. “I could ask my supervisors if they happen to know.”

She waited a moment. She seemed to be searching for something in your expression. “That’s all right. You may go back to work now.”

You bowed and thanked her.

Bakugou-san.

The name did sound familiar, but you’re not sure where you could have heard it. It wasn’t until you were deep in thought, trying to recall where you had heard the name, that you could feel something pushing up against your throat. Oh god. Your stomach was churning.

You ran to the bathroom, pushing someone out of the way to get there. You’d probably hear an earful from Kirishima for pushing a guest, but you needed to find a toilet before--

Oh no.

You barely made it into the stall before emptying the contents of your stomach onto the white tiles of the bathroom floor. Your legs collapsed from under you and you kneeled in your vomit as you coughed up your stomach lining into the porcelain bowl.

Tears fell from your eyes as you struggled to breathe while hacking everything you had into the toilet. The black eyeliner you threw on before leaving the house had smudged into raccoon eyes around your lashes.

You rested your cheek against the toilet, ignoring all of the germs that were most likely crawling up your skin and into your pores. The toilet seat felt cool against your burning cheek and watering eyes. You thought you could die happily here, kneeling on the bathroom tiles in a pile of your slowly cooling vomit.

“Aren’t we supposed to be working here?”

Your eyes shot open, and in trying to stand up you slipped. Your ass landed in the smeared vomit. You winced and let out a drawn out, “fuuuck.”

It took you a moment before opening your eyes again and looking up at the man in front of you. And boy did your eyes widen. He was clearly a guest at the clients’ dinner. His blonde hair was slicked back and the bulge of his muscles under his crisp black button down didn’t go unnoticed by you. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his forearms and as he crossed his arms over his chest, his sleeves began to tighten.

“Who the hell are you and why are you puking on the floor?”

It took you a second to find your voice. “I’m, um...” you trailed off. “(L/n), sir.” You cleared your throat. “I am a worker for the person hosting this dinner.” You tried to stand up and bow, but he put a hand up to stop you.

“You work for them.” It was a statement not a question, but you nodded anyway. “Why? What do you owe?”

You’re not sure why he was asking, but his intimidating glare compelled you to answer his every question. “My dad owes them money,” you admitted. “And he wasn’t able to pay them back.”

“Who do you mean by them?”

You weren’t sure how to answer. You didn’t even know what these people did. For all you knew they were drug mules or assassins. You never wanted to know what they did when you were roped in. After all, the less you knew meant you could have more of a normal life. “The boss,” you finally answered. Who the boss was, you weren’t sure. You answered to Kirishima but he didn’t have much power aside from ordering around you and every other person unfortunate enough to be roped into working for them.

The man in front of you scoffed. “Get up.”

You scrambled to your feet, ignoring the wave of nausea that hit you. The man led you out of the bathroom, and as you walked behind him, people who passed the two of you stopped and stared. Oh no, it had to be from the vomit stains on your leg and down your shirt. You probably stank to high hell and your eyes wouldn’t stop watering from your fever.

The man stopped and you had to keep from bumping into him. “There’s an extra work shirt in the closet,” he said. “There should also be some slacks in there. Leave your dirty clothes in a pile and I’ll have someone collect them.”

His voice was demanding and it took you a moment to register what he said. It wasn’t until he snapped in your face that you moved.

“We don’t have all day, princess.”

You flinched and nodded before scurrying into the closet and flicking the light on. Inside the closet was the restaurant’s sad excuse for a boiler room. The low humming from the machinery brought you back into the present as you searched for the change of clothes you were promised.

There was a crisp white shirt folded on one of the shelves as well as a few different slacks in varying sizes. The shirt was a size too small, so you had to leave the first couple buttons popped open. Before leaving the closet, you tried to think about who the man was and why he was helping you. Was it possible that he wanted something in return?

When you emerged from the closet, he looked you up and down. You were too tired, however, to notice his lingering glare on your chest and the way the button down squeezed your breasts closer together.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, looking down at your shoes. You’re not sure why you were too scared to look into his vermillion eyes, but the way he called you princess earlier as he snapped at you had definitely made you tremble in your core, and you swore that if you looked up to meet his eyes, your fever would only go higher and higher.

“Why the hell’d you come here if you were sick anyway? Are you trying to poison everyone in the damn building?” His words were like little bullets that shot at every one of your doubts of coming in tonight.

You thought back to why you had come in the first place. You were huddled up in your futon that morning when Kirishima called. You begged to stay home, right? But you couldn’t. You squinted hard as you tried to remember why you weren’t allowed to rest. “I was threatened,” you thought out loud. It wasn’t directed towards the man but he nodded in any case.

“(L/n) was it, right?”

You finally managed to look up at him with bleary eyes. “Yeah, um...” You couldn’t seem to remember what his name was. Wait, he hadn’t told you. He had just led you around and given you new clothes, but he never properly introduced himself.

“Bakugou Katsuki,” he said as if he could read your mind. His lips turned up into a smirk. “But call me Katsuki.”

“Katsuki,” you mumbled. “Bakugou Katsuki.” You had heard that name before, but where. “Bakugou,” you mumbled again as if you were trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together. “Bakugou-san.”

He quirked an eyebrow up at you.

“Oh!” It hit you like a ton of bricks and as soon as you shot up, you had to recoil because of the ache in the back of your neck. “There’s a woman looking for you, Bakugou-san, er, Katuki,” you bowed.

He just chuckled. “There’s a lot of people looking for me tonight. Who was it?”

That’s a good question. You squinted as if you were looking deep into your memories to remember who it was who asked for him. “She was a woman,” you remembered. “With long dark hair and dark red lips.”

Katsuki nodded. “I see the Yaoyorozus are here.”

The Yaoyorozus. You weren’t sure what that could mean but you didn’t feel like questioning it, so you nodded instead.

Katsuki was looking down at you. His arms were crossed over his chest but a smirk that had been playing across his face all night wouldn’t seem to go away. “Feeling better?”

You didn’t feel better. Although you felt cleaner in the new clothes, there was still a throbbing in your head that wasn’t going away and the overhead lights made your eyes water. But the way that Katsuki looked at you like he was expecting you to say yes just drew you in.

He could tell that the way you nodded a yes in response to his question was a lie, and his face fell before pushing a hand up to your forehead, checking your temperature. “Have you taken anything today?”

You had to think back to earlier that day when you brought the bottle of cold medicine up to your lips, not even reading the recommended dose before downing what you could and leaving your home. “Yeah, um, I took some medicine.”

The grin that had been spread across Katsuki’s face returned. “Well I guess we’ll have to get you some more.”

He grabbed your wrist and led you through the halls and over to the bar. You didn’t pay attention to where you were going. The world seemed to be going too fast for you to keep up. What you were able to notice was that everyone’s eyes were on you as you gently swayed back and forth, trying to settle yourself down. As you were in your own head, you couldn’t start to picture what everyone else saw when they looked at you. You with your raccoon eyes due to streaky makeup that you couldn’t stop rubbing.

“Here.” Katsuki shoved a glass in your face. “Not necessarily traditional medicine but it’ll get the job done.”

You looked up at the whiskey glass in his hand. The ‘medicine’ was a deep brown color which swirled around as he handed it to you. Your fingers brushed against his thick ones as you took the glass. You lifted it up to your nose and took a deep breath in, gagging at the smell. “Um, I don’t think I should.” You had been warned about mixing alcohol with drugs and the dangers that came with it, but no one had ever told you not to mix drinks with cold medicine. Still, that couldn’t be right, right?

“Come on, it’s good for you,” he egged you on. “Besides, it’ll get that nasty taste out of your mouth.”

You had never tried whiskey before. You were used to lighter drinks, something bubbly with a shot of vodka or two in it. But this was almost too much. You lifted the glass up to your lips and tilted it back. Your lips stung as they made contact with the drink, but you didn’t want to seem weak to Katsuki. He’d taken care of you so far and seemed pleasant enough, albeit intimidating.

As you tipped it back further and took more of the drink into your mouth, Katsuki pushed his hand against the bottom of the glass so you couldn’t tear it away, making sure you would drink every last drop. It stung going down and the cubes pressing against your lip were colder than you expected. You gagged as a couple loose tears rolled down your face from the drink’s burning sensation. You bet you looked even more of a mess now.

“Good girl,” Katsuki said with a low demeanor. With his thumb, he wiped away a drop of whiskey that rolled down your chin.

“And this’ll make me feel better?” You didn’t think you were supposed to drink when you were sick, but you were far too tired to even think about what was wrong and what was right. If he said that it’d make you feel better, then that had to be a good thing. You’re sure of it.

“Sure will.” He placed a firm, calloused hand on your head and stroked down your hair. You nuzzled into his warmth.

It was such a nice sensation that it almost made you forget that you were supposed to be working. That there were people waiting on you to bring them their food and fetch their creamer, people who were ready to slap your ass and laugh as soon as you turned away.

“I have a,” you started, not really sure where that sentence was going. “I have to go back to work.”

As you began walking away, Katsuki stopped you, pulling you back over so your face was practically pressed up against his chest. “No you don’t. You’re sick, remember?”

Right, as if you hadn’t forgotten. But he was right. You were sick and your medicine hadn’t kicked in yet. You couldn’t risk spreading your germs and getting anyone else sick.

You watched the dinner guests from afar. You leaned in to hear conversations about hitmen and other rivaling mobs around town. Some were about money laundering and clients that needed to be taken out, whatever that meant.

At one point, someone asked to pull Katsuki aside and talk alone, but instead he just pulled you closer.

“The hell do you want, Yoarashi?”

Yoarashi was a big guy, bigger than Katsuki, but it was clear even to you that he was intimidated by the blonde in front of him.

“You owe me for what I let you borrow last month.”

“I don’t owe you shit.”

To you, they sounded like they were underwater and you weren’t sure what they were discussing, but you were curious to learn more.

“Come on, Bakugou. Work with me here.”

“I’m a busy man, Yoarashi. Now get out of my face before I have my men take care of you.”

Something about the raw power and the threatening tone behind Katsuki’s voice made you excited. You wanted to melt into his words, but you weren’t sure why.

“Busy man?” Yoarashi scoffed. “Come on, Bakugou. You’ve barely been seen all night. Where have you been, fucking this little lackey of yours?”

He didn’t mean you, did he? Before you could even comprehend what he just insinuated, Katsuki turned you around and pressed your face up against his chest. You could feel yourself growing even hotter as you were pushed into one of his pectorals. One of his hands cupped the back of your head. Was he protecting you?

“Listen here,” you heard him say. “Don’t contact us ever again unless you want to end up like your first boss did. I can make your life a living hell and I will, got that?”

“Don’t think I don’t have other contacts, all right? You aren’t the only one in this town with resources, Bakugou.”

You felt something jab into the other side of Katsuki’s chest. Did Yoarashi hit him? A few seconds went by before you heard the snapping of fingers and two men came over to drag Yoarashi away.

Katsuki released the hold he had on you, and you watched as the tall man struggled out of his hold. “You aren’t gonna tell anyone what you saw here tonight, right princess?”

You shook your head. You weren’t sure what exactly you felt when you saw that man being dragged away. You were scared, of course; scared for your own life and of the raw power that Katsuki seemed to hold. But on top of fear there was something else. There was a tingle between your thighs that wouldn’t seem to go away, and there was also a sense of excitement. Out of all the people here, this man was paying attention to you. You were far from Mafia material, but he clearly saw something in you and you wanted more of his gaze lingering on you.

Your mind felt hazy with Katsuki and you wanted even more. You didn’t know what to do when you felt him smooth his hand down your back. You didn’t know what to do when his usual smirk turned into something much more dangerous. And you didn’t know what to do when he leaned over and pressed his lips against your own.

His lips felt heavenly as they explored you. They were soft and welcoming despite his cold and dangerous exterior. His tongue probed its way into your mouth. He tasted like whiskey and something else which you assumed was just him. He bit your lip and it felt like he smiled when you let out a moan.

When he released, you felt as if the whole world was spinning with Katsuki. You wobbled around a bit and he chuckled. You tried asking if you could sit down, but the words refused to come out. The last thing you remember is seeing the world go black, the sound of the clients’ dinner fading out of earshot, and two strong arms carrying you away from reality.

You were in pain by the time you woke up. Your body, especially your head, ached tremendously and you wished the sun would stop shining so bright through your window. But wait, the window in your bedroom at your apartment faced another building. The sun never shined too bright in the morning when you were at home.

Slowly, you peaked your head out from under the covers and looked around. You weren’t in your bedroom, but you were in a bedroom. The bed you had been asleep in was enormous, but aside from that there was not much else furniture in the room or even any pictures to signify who the room could belong to.

It wasn’t until you sat up that you realized just how exposed you were under the covers. You couldn’t find your clothing anywhere. What were you even wearing last night? Where were you last night?

You remembered being sick and being called into work by Kirishima. You were stressed. You were nauseous. There was a beautiful woman who asked for someone in particular but you were too sick to remember what their name was, right?

And then you raced to the bathroom and met--

A groan from beside you shook you out of your thoughts, and as soon as you saw the person lying in bed next to you, all of your memories came flooding back.

“Morning, baby girl,” Katsuki said.

You didn’t know what to say. Your mouth hung open and you felt lightheaded.

Katsuki was shirtless under the covers and you were too scared to ask if he had anything on covering his lower half. “You put on quite the show last night.”

Last night. Where you met him. What did you do last night? “I...” You didn’t know what to say, and that made Katsuki let out a booming laugh.

“Come on, you remember at least a little of it don’t you?”

You shook your head. Then you shook your head again. You couldn’t stop shaking your head.

Katsuki put a hand on your shoulder and you stopped. He had a shit eating grin spread across his face that you wanted to both punch and kiss at the same time. “First throwing up at my party and then getting blackout drunk in front of all my guests.”

“What?” You could barely remember anything. What did he mean ‘his party’? The clients’ dinner was run by…

Your eyes widened as you realized just who you had found yourself naked in bed with. Who had found you puking on the bathroom floor. Who that stunningly gorgeous woman was asking for earlier.

You clamped a hand over your mouth and Katsuki let out another chuckle. “You really were the life of the party.” He grabbed your wrist and dragged you over to his side of the bed, and you let him. He dragged his hand up and down your exposed body and roughly cupped your sex. “I had a blast toying around with you last night, but now I want you to be able to remember what it feels like when I bury my cock inside of you, sweetheart.”

You hated the way he was grabbing you and the way he forced your legs to open up for him, but what you hated more than any of that was the way his words made your inner thighs ache and how they instinctively parted just for him.

you had almost just made it when he quickly dropped you back onto your feet, your hands flailing to catch ahold of his shoulders before you fell. he didn’t need to tell you to stay close. you two knew how to work together in even the worst of situations, a well-oiled machine after years of saving each other's lives and tonight was no different.

“i’ll be fine. let’s just kick some ass and get out of here,” you reassured before spinning around and planting your feet, your back pressed against his as you watched seven assailants circle you with hungry, predatory eyes. 

Shouto made the first move, sending a sheet of ice towards the weakest looking link, trapping him effectively before he even had a chance to register what was going on. the other six looked on with weary curiosity before they all charged at once.

you immediately took hold of the ice that Shouto left behind, liquifying it to whip one assailant against a wall, knocking him out cold and drenching him in freezing water. unfortunately, it seemed as if the other five actually knew how to work together as a team, moving in close so that you were at the disadvantage. 

while Shouto attempted to keep most of them from moving in by using both his fire and ice, you began picking them off. the first one to slip past had little control over his quirk. he sent strange objects flying towards you but you were able to trap them in your water, hearing a satisfying thud as you whipped one back towards his head. he dropped to the ground, dead weight to his teammates now, and you turned around to find that Shouto had trapped another goon in his ice. 

just three more to go.

the next one came at you so fast you didn’t have time to use your quirk. instead, as charged you with unbridled rage, you dodged, sending your fist straight up into his gut, hearing him choke and splutter behind you. his own fist came back to whip you across the head, sending shooting pain up your skull, but you just turned around to grab his shoulder with your right hand, spinning him towards you and sending your left fist flying into his face. your knee came to his stomach once more and with a thud, you headbutted him, watching as he reeled back, clutching his head. you then used the water that had gathered on the ground to slam him against the wall.

when you were able to catch your breath, you looked up to see Shouto, exhausted but alive as the last two assailants laid on the ground beneath his feet. your relief was cut short, however, when an eighth person slipped out from the shadows, striding quickly up to your lover. he quickly sent a burst of ice towards the final villain but it crumbled midair, shattered pieces scattering the ground. the man was upon Shouto before either of you could even comprehend and with one quick grasp, the villain had the battered Todoroki shrieking in pain, clutching his head and falling to the ground, blood pouring from his nose.

your own blood was pounding as you rushed the villain, not giving a second thought to what would happen to you. all you saw was the one man you loved more than anything in this world dying and you would do anything to save him. the assailant dropped Todoroki’s head and rushed towards you, dodging your fist and water whip with practiced ease, grabbing onto your head.

suddenly, you could understand why your partner was screaming so loudly. the pain was unbearable, like hot white lava coursing through your veins. immediately, you began choking on your own blood, coughing it up and trying to breathe in between spurts. you wanted to give up, to do anything to get rid of this pain that was tearing you from the inside but then you saw Shouto, crawling towards you with determination in his face, refusing to give up because he couldn’t lose you, not yet, not ever.

with his tear streaked cheeks in your vision, you managed to calm your brain enough to retaliate. you didn’t want to do this, didn’t like killing, but you would for him, would do anything to keep him alive, even at the cost of your humanity. with one shaky yet undaunted hand, you clasped the criminal’s arm, squeezing tightly. you could feel the blood pulsing underneath his skin, could feel how the veins connected throughout his body, and with your own head threatening to burst, you screamed, rupturing the blood vessels and veins in his head, his neck, anywhere you could think of. you didn’t care how he died, you just wanted to be safe, for Shouto to be safe, to selfishly live another day at the cost of someone else.

when the villain dropped to his knees, his hand released from your head and you could instantly breathe again. blood still trickled from your nose, ears and mouth but you could begin regaining some semblance of normalcy again. a warm hand grabbed your own and you flinched, relaxing once you realized Shouto had managed to stumble his way towards you. tears began spilling out of your eyes before you could stop yourself, hugging onto your lover like your life depended on it, which, in this moment, it almost did.

“i thought i lost you,” you sobbed into his chest, clutching onto him tight, breathing in his sweet scent mixed with ash and blood. “i thought you were going to die. i didn’t care what needed to be done, i had to save you, i had to make sure you were okay.”

“i was the one who should’ve protected you. i should’ve been more aware, alert, ready to attack. they shouldn’t have been able to lay a hand on you but they did and i’m so sorry,” Shouto whispered into your hair, rocking you back and forth in a vain attempt to soothe you.

your hand reached out to shakily touch his face, tracing his scar like you always did when admiring him, brushing away dirt and barely dry blood. you had truly thought that you were both going to die and that there was nothing that could be done. in that moment, nothing mattered to you except showing Shouto how much you loved him and how he alone gave you the strength to fight. 

“merry fucking christmas to us,” you laughed bitterly before pressing your lips to his forehead. “i know this is not how we were planning on spending our christmas eve but i don’t want our plans to get ruined just because of what happened tonight.”

with a confused and dazed look on his face, you brought your lips to his, tongue slipping in to gently massage his gums, tasting the blood in your mouth mixing with his. maybe it was the adrenaline from the fight, maybe it was the desperation to show him how much you loved him, maybe it was the simple fact that your boyfriend was so pretty, but you couldn’t help but want to fuck him senseless. 

your hands came to rest on his chest, pushing him down against the cold ground, peppering his face with kisses, down to his neck, resting on his pulse point. you felt his throat bob, felt the blood rushing through his veins, felt how hard he got underneath you. the loss of blood mixed with adrenaline left you feeling like you were going to pass out from ecstasy and things hadn’t even started. with one last nip to his neck, you worked your way down his body, pinching anywhere you could reach, taking little time to admire his body as you practically ripped his pants off.

“what are you-?” he questioned, immediately hissing as your warm mouth met the tip of his cock. 

“i can’t live another second without you,” you answered honestly, eyes trained on his face as you began licking stripes up his shaft.

Shouto didn’t know what to think or do but his own mind was hazy from the blood loss and intensity of the situation. you two had almost just died, lost everything you worked towards in mere seconds, all because of his inability to protect you. that thought had him nearly crying in anger but he held it back, relishing in the feeling of you here, safe, with him. he vowed to do better, starting now.

your mouth had only been working on his cock for a couple minutes before his hand tangled itself into your hair, pulling you from him. you whined, confused and hurt, wanting to show him how much you loved him before looking into his eyes and realizing what was happening. there was so much guilt, so much anger, so much desire that you didn’t think you could look for another second. 

he surged upon you with a jolt, his other hand finding purchase on your back as he began to feverishly kiss you, pulling you impossibly close to him, teeth gnashing. you were on your back in seconds, his hungry lips never leaving your body. he licked the sweat and blood that pooled down your neck, loving the way you tasted, like there was no sweeter nectar than you. he had to show you how sorry he was and how dedicated he could be, how attentive he would be, how he would never let himself live this down. you felt his frustration in every nip to your skin, every bruise he left on your body, every pinch and grasp of his hands. he was ruthless, relentless, mixing blood with saliva, coating you in dirt, soaking you to the bone. 

your pants were shoved down your legs harshly, scraping against the cold ground. you shivered at the feeling of it but gasped when his spit landed on your pussy. the contrast had your back arching, a rough palm coming down on your abdomen to hold you in place. he parted your folds with cold fingers, rubbing the warm spit into your hole, fingers squelching as it mixed with your arousal and blood. he spit on his own cock, not wanting to waste another second not being inside of you. he needed to be with you, be as close to you as possible, remind you how much he loved you and how he would be there for you, just like you wanted to do to him.

his cock stretched you to the brim as it always did, but he slipped in with ease, the mix of liquids allowing him to thrust into you mercilessly. you weren’t sure what came over him or yourself even but all you knew in that moment was that you needed to be with him to the fullest extent possible. 

his pace was rough, hips snapping into your own, your legs wrapped tight around him, pulling him as close as possible, lips melding together, breathing in each other's breath, hands tangled in each other's bodies. there was no rhyme or reason, no soft nothings whispered in ears, tender looks or soft kisses. this was to simply prove that you were both alive, both here on this earth, both there for one another in every way possible. 

your legs shook, vision blurred, breath quick and labored as you approached your orgasm. Shouto was chasing his own, obsessed by your whines and moans, the solid feeling of you underneath him. he didn’t care about anything except this moment, the here and now. he would never take another moment with you for granted. 

with one last rough snap of his hips, his fingers roughly rubbing your clit, you came with a cry. your gummy walls sucking him in allowed him to finish only seconds after you, his own moans finally ringing out as the adrenaline reached its peak. he collapsed on you, eyes fluttering closed and breaths shallow and you passed out right after him, letting your vision get hazy until your mind went black. 

it could’ve been minutes or years before you two woke back up but the dark sky told you that you weren’t asleep for long. Shouto had already slipped out of you, clumsily pulling his pants back up before helping you, wincing as he saw all the damage to your body: some his, some the villains. 

“i love you,” was all he said, pressing a kiss to your still throbbing temple before you two began shuffling out of the mess. 

it took all of ten minutes to find a rescue squad and by the looks on their faces, you two were in bad shape. they attempted to help you but you two refused to part sides, not wanting to be away from each other for even a moment. the intensity of it all was wearing out and in its wake left exhaustion and pain but even as you two stumbled and struggled to get back to the medical staff, you never stopped holding onto each other. it was only when you could finally sit down and get looked at that you stepped away, fingers lingering on one another before you separated.

“hey Sho?” you called out before he left, his eyes turning to you, a tilt of his head showing that he was listening. “Merry Christmas,” you said with a cheesy salute, turning around to head to the medical tent.

“You need to take a break.”

Your boyfriend’s words broke through your thoughts as you glared at the computer. For the past three days you had been working nonstop on a paper for your literature class, and he could see that your brain was turning to mush.

“But baby, this is due soon and I need to finish it or I could fail.” You whined at him.

Kirishima smiled at you before saving your work, closing the laptop and moving it away from you.

“Alright princess, that paper isn’t due for another three days and you’re working yourself to death to get it done earlier. So take a break and come lay on the couch with me and just relax, okay?” His sharp tooth smile pulled your own onto your face as you stood up from the table.

“Fine, but only for an hour or so and then I’m finishing this.”

One hour turned into two as he had somehow persuaded you into watching your favorite movie, and by the end of it your e/c eyes were drooping. You were currently laying with your back against his shirtless chest and your head was even with his as the two of you laid against the couch pillows. A yawn clawed its way out of your mouth as the end credits began rolling.

“Is my princess tired?” Kirishima’s voice rang out, slowly dragging you out of your sleepy stupor. He pressed a warm kiss against your pulse point and warmth began to pool in between your legs. You shifted slightly, trying to dull the beginning ache there and your boyfriend noticed immediately. He did it again.

“Yes baby, I’m tired.” You breathed out. He slowly dragged his hand up the side of your body before using it to turn your face further to give him better access to your neck. You felt his sharp teeth prick your neck before his tongue ran over it. His other hand trailed down your body and began to play with the hem of your pants.

“Are you too tired to do this?” he asked. His mouth continued its assault on your neck as his hand began slipping under your pants and underwear. You let out a whimper as his fingers came into contact with your sex, slowly moving up and down to gather the juices that were now flowing freely.

“Never. I’m never too tired to do this with you.” You panted. 

You felt him chuckle against your neck before slowly pushing a thick finger into your aching cunt. You whined softly as his expert fingers quickly found the pulsing and spongy spot inside of you and played with it. Arching your back, you pushed your lower half against his hand as you felt him push in a second finger before pushing his thumb against your clit. He quickly rubbed tight circles against it. You quickly felt your climax approaching, as it had been days since the two of you had had any intimate contact due to all of your energy being focused on the paper due. As you tried to ride his hand your lower back pushed against his rock hard length and he groaned.

“Princess if you keep doing that I won’t be able to stick to my plan of making you feel good and then us going to bed.” He growled lowly. 

You whimpered at the husk of his voice and felt your climax grow closer at his words. Feeling a third finger push against your entrance had your orgasm crashing over you like a wave, and you felt your release spray against the seat of the couch. Kirishima’s fingers slowly worked you through the rest of your orgasm before you slumped back against his chest, exhaustion laying over you like a warm blanket. 

Your eyelids began to close slowly as you felt Kirishima press a kiss against your temple.

“I love you sweet girl, get some rest. I’ll wake you in a while okay?” He asked softly.

It wasn’t the first time you wondered how Toya had gotten into the Gryffindor house, sometimes you saw the darker parts. They didn’t bother you, but it was the side that left a few people uncomfortable. It was alright though it was part of his charm, that bad boy vibe that had many flocking to him, but he wouldn’t be swayed.

He was bound to your friend Lexi and what they shared made you wish for that too with Shouto. You had watched their marks in visible places change as they got closer, no longer was it the original pale blue color along their skin, but they were now a deep vibrant red, that sparkled in the sun. Not every soul mate shared such a strong bond, but you hoped that you would. It was always wonderous to watch the tattoos of the other’s Patronus move along their skin, rippling as though a true animal and alive. Meeting as their hands touched or his arm would travel along her shoulder and draw her close. 

Soul marks were powerful, the stronger the bond, the stronger their protection against the dark, dangerous magic that lived in our world. Love was powerful indeed. 

Toya was one of your best friends despite the age difference between you, and he was also one of the few who had picked up on your bond with his little brother, before anyone else. The guy was always making little comments that left you flustered and embarrassed and Shouto annoyed at being left in the dark. 

Being friends with the various siblings of the Todoroki family was definitely eventful, but it left very little private sometimes. Like what happened last year with the youngest Shouto Todoroki who had been your friend ever since you had first met during a winter event at the Ministry of Magic when you had been six years old.

He was the youngest spoiled rotten, but a caring and kind boy who loved his family. You were close to them and thus it left you able to see much of what their father tried to hide from the wizarding world. The downward spiral of their mother Rei Todoroki’s mental health after the attack she suffered at the hands of someone found to be linked to the Dark One. Whose dark magic drove her further and further away from her family and her husband. Whatever he had done had destroyed their connection, their bonds, and thus it sent her into a downward spiral.

Her absence came with horrible heavy weight that was left on the rest of the family. To lose your mother, the love of your life…when she was alive, but filled with hatred against those she loved with all her heart. How did one survive that? 

The truth was they didn’t. It ate away at the very foundation of the Todoroki  family and it nearly destroyed them all.

It wasn’t hard to see the signs of the family spiral during their mothers episodes and as the years passed you saw Toya’s rebelliousness get worse, his own cry for help at his fathers pressures he couldn’t live up to. The weight rested so heavily on his shoulders as Rei’s health diminished. It was no surprise when he did his best to escape and stayed out with his friends, withdrawing from his family and his responsibilities he felt he couldn’t live up too.

Fuyumi stepped in to fill the gap her mothers absence left, struggling to keep the family together and hold onto the hope that things would get better with time. Natsuo got angry and the fighting with his father Enji got worse and worse. It was the only way they could communicate at the moment was with anger, but. he didn’t leave his family to pick up the pieces, no he stayed to help Fuyumi and keep an eye on Shoto, as he struggled to convince Touya to stay.

Shoto withdrew into himself, tightening down his emotions and shutting them in a box. He didn’t want to be a problem and thus he kept his head down, and kept mostly to himself, distancing himself from his family and the world.

You’d been lucky he’d opened up to you like he had during that, it hadn’t been easy, but you didn’t abandon them. You did what you could and it was something they appreciated. You were there, you listened…and you stayed.

“I’m glad I missed that,” you told him with a soft sigh as you let your attention drift for another moment down to your parchment, before you raised a brow at the dyed black haired young man’s book that he was covering with his arms, his blue eyes mirthful as though he had something you most certainly were going to want.

Your scowl at the book, and at him as he slowly raises each finger letting you see the title on the spine as his black painted fingernails no longer hide it from view. It was The curse of the starlit night. You needed that book for your report! You’d scoured the library twice looking for it! “I’ve been looking for that!” You exclaimed a little too loudly causing others to shoot you both looks of contempt and the other to only widened his grin as he felt a touch along the base of his neck before a body pressed against his back. 

“You should really keep your voice down Y/N, this is a library you know,” The new voice is feminine and one you know all too well. 

“I usually do,” you can’t help the defensive note in your voice as though all your good library behavior would excuse this one. “That’s not what happened last week,” Touya teased, pressing his feet back against the floor and letting his weight fall back more fully against the young woman behind him.

“Will you shut up?!” You can’t help but hiss in a low tone.

“How long are you going to hide it from him? It’s been nearly a year you should just tell him,” The comment that came from Alexis had you frowning, your fingers curling atop your unfinished essay. It was clear the two of them had been talking amongst themselves about your love life…or well lack thereof but still!

As long as I have to keep things from breaking apart.

Your gaze slid to the young woman with curly long hair that fell over her shoulders and for a moment you were in awe over the way the ends of her hair were pastel pink, and then after a few moments changed to another color. Your gaze went to her arms that were encircled around Touya’s neck, and watched the black panther prowl along her exposed arms. 

This only worked because Touya was sitting down, their height difference was almost comical, but it was cute and jealousy slithered in your heart as you watched the lioness sit on the back of Touya’s hand in all its vermillion glory as his fingers curled along one of her wrists and his thumb stroked along her skin. The movement unconscious. “Hey babe,” he greeted as he tilted his head toward you as Lexi rested her chin atop of head and he didn’t mind in the slightest. She didn’t answer him, but her arms tightened in her own form of reply to his hello. Her gaze drifted back to you.

You leaned back in your seat and crossed your arms over your chest feeling defensive, and envious of what they had. Lexi had been exactly what Touya needed to fix the connections with his family and find his way back home. “It just hasn’t been the right time…” your excuse sounds lame even to your own ears as you remember the night that changed your relationship with Shouto Todoroki, into an almost unattainable dream.

You and Shouto had been ice skating on the frozen lake last year. Something that really shouldn’t have been happening at all, but you couldn’t sleep so you’d snuck out to sit at the edge of the frozen lake looking up at the stars. You’d never expected him to join you that evening. For his fingers to carefully link with yours in the still freezing night. 

It was just to keep your fingers warm you had tried to tell yourself, but that hadn’t stopped your heart from beating loudly in your chest. Even at the memory as you felt your cheeks heat in remembrance.

“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?” His voice was low and he’d leaned into you letting his larger body invade your space as his words tickled your ear. You shivered at the sensation, something else you explained away with the temperature. It was freezing and neither one of you should be out here.

You buried your face into your knees and held on tighter to him needing some sort of crutch to reality. You had gotten the news just after dinner when Professor Mcgonagall asked to speak with you. The letter in her hand, open and crumpled slightly from where she had held it a little too tightly.

“Miss L/N…” her words were gentle and her eyes assessing everything about you as you stood before her, unable to bring yourself to sit down when she’d suggested it. 

“Your parents sent a letter about your acceptance into…”

“I don’t want to go!” Your outburst is what causes her to cast you a reproachful look, as your eyes narrow at your Head of House. It wasn’t her fault, none of this was her fault. The only ones to blame were your parents and it was only because of your father’s transfer to the North American branch, he’d gotten that promotion, he‘d always wanted…they were just trying to ensure the best education for you. “I didn’t ask to be transferred from Hogwarts! Don’t I get a choice in it, in any of this?!” 

The thought of having to leave your friends filtered through your mind and you took a breath to try and steady yourself from the anger and other emotions that wish to hurt you. You didn’t want to leave…you liked it here. Hogwarts was your home.

“You’re still a minor my dear, your parents only —“

“I’ll be seventeen at the end of the term. I’ll be eighteen next year. I just —“

“My  dear you really need to talk this over with your parents…surely they will understand.”

Her words weren’t meant to defeat you, but it felt like she was siding with them, wasn’t she supposed to be on your side. Didn’t she want you here? 

I-I“ your words falter as your voice weaves and cracks under the emotion, your eyes filled with tears as you take a deep breath and then another to try and calm down as a tear trails down your cheek. “D-don’t w-want to leave,” you hate the hitch in your words but you can’t do anything about it, not now. You can’t hide how you feel.

Your fingers slide across your cheek to take away the evidence but she’s already up in a flurry of her robes and curling her arms around you as she gently rubs your back, she was very much a motherly figure when you weren’t at home and you appreciated that, now more than ever. “I like it here…” you whisper as her kindness only makes your tears travel faster along your cheeks.

“I’ll speak with Albus…” she murmured softly as she held you a little tighter, not catching her own slip of the tongue.

That meeting was what led you to your current escape and was probably the only reason you were able to be out here without any punishment awaiting.

As his shoulder pressed against your own a little harder and his fingers tightened on your own. But he didn’t press you to talk, instead he waited for you to make the first move. He knew that you would tell him eventually or you would avoid the subject all together and that sort of dictated how things would go and told him something about whatever was going on. 

“Have you been ice skating yet?” You ask him, your cold lips close to his ear and it caused his own heart to race and his ears to burn with color, but thankfully he was able to keep you unaware of what you did to him. You allowed him to hide how he felt. He didn’t want to ruin your friendship, you were too important to risk. 

Shoto covered your lips with his other hand. He watched the way your eyes widened. “How long have you been out here?” He questioned, as he did his own mental calculations and the possibility made his concern only grow as he watched you shiver even with the heavy winter cloak around you. His mismatched eyes narrowed and he could feel the way you grinned against his hands and saw the way your cheeks heated with color. He felt your lips move and your muffled voice against his hand. “Maybe an hour,” you tell him as your gazes lock over his hand as his warmth seeps into you.

He couldn’t explain the feeling that had settled when dinner had ended and you had been escorted to Professor Mcgonagall's  office. He’d glanced toward the hall before he’d waited for you. He didn’t press you to tell him what was wrong, instead you two had gone back to the Gryffindor common area in complete silence. He knew you had been crying, your red rimmed eyes and tightly pressed lips as you held your head high and walked back. 

You’d slipped away from him up to the girls dorm before he could try and figure out how to ask you what happened. You would tell him with time, but that didn’t make seeing you in distress any easier. You were his  best friend and as you slipped through his grasp tonight, as he let you walk away from him. He wondered if his silence, if his refusal to press you was somehow worse as he’d done nothing. 

Toya would have taken you aside and demanded answers and yet he had given you what no one else would have: space and time to come to terms with whatever was bothering. It was an understanding you appreciated, but was it needed? Should he have done something different? It was a struggle to feel like he made the right choice, when it felt like he wasn’t doing enough.

He hadn’t stayed with the rest of the house and their nightly activities, instead he’d retired early too. Wanting space to think about everything as he tried to figure out what he should do for you.

He hadn’t been able to sleep tossing and turning as he debated with himself on what he should do about you. Should he confront you and demand to know what had upset you or was it best to wait it out? He hated the powerlessness that settled over him, as his worry only continued to grow as the night wore on. 

He rolled over toward his dresser drawer and began to search the contents inside. It wasn’t long before he pulled out a small folded up piece of blank parchment that didn’t appear to be anything special at all. 

The marauder's map was special, something he’d received just this year from Touya, who had said he didn’t need it and instead gifted it to him after explaining how to use it. Shouto took out his wand and tapped it against the blank pages. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” The parchment bleed into life showing his current location and the vast expanse of Hogwarts and as he let his finger travel over the names he could see, one caught his eye on the ground out by the lake and as he focused on the name, his frown only deepened as he moved quietly about his room, dressing quickly and throwing his cloak on as he slipped down the stairs, his shoes in hand and his wand in his pocket, the map in his other hand as he slipped from the Gryffindor tower and out onto the grounds after only having to avoid a few of the Professors like Snape and Filch and his cat Mrs. Norris.

His scarf tied around his neck and the other down his back as he crunched through the heavy snow in his winter boots and found you so easily. The map tucked safely in his pocket, but still active. You knew about the map and he’d shown you how to use it, together you two had been on more than one night of exploring the castle. 

It was how he’d gotten to this current situation with you and the frigid winter weather. His hand laced with yours when he’d first sat down and now, now here he was with you. Your words of being out here for over an hour had him removing his scarf and settling it around your neck, his fingers carefully moving your hair out of the way. His fingers brushed the back of your neck causing you to shiver and your cheeks to flush brighter. “You shouldn’t be out here by yourself,” he told you firmly as he tucked the end of the scarf into itself before he stood, his fingers tightening on your still laced fingers.

“C’mon,” he told you as he tugged you to your sneaker covered feet. Instead of heading toward the castle as you had expected, he ventured with you out on the lake. 

You were both talented in your own right, so creating magical skates on the bottom of your shoes for a witch and wizard were all too easy and thus it was where you two had far too much fun under the moonlit sky. 

You both were two close together, your foot snagged his skate and you both went down. His arms twisted around you and his body slammed hard into the ice with you on top of him. Your fingers had snared his robe and it ripped on the way down, exposing his upper arm to you and as you stare at the small light blue animal of his soul mark, it’s sleeping eyes open and it’s head turns toward you as though seeing you for the first time. 

He was your soul mate, your other half. 

“It is you,” he whispered the words softly drawing you gaze back to him. He shouldn’t have closed the distance between you, as his cold fingers touched your cheek and traveled along the base of your neck. You shouldn’t have inched ever closer to him. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” his soft admission makes your eyes water. No one had ever made you feel more wanted than in this moment. “Nothing is stopping you,” you whisper softly, your cheeks flushed with color and your body so strangely warm even the cold can’t touch you as your lips meet for the first time. 

This was home, as your fingers brushed through his hair, something you had always wanted to do, but held back. Not wanting to chance ruining your friendship, besides he wasn’t one who liked physical touch. You’d seen how he was with others and you had gone out of your way to respect his boundaries.

You begin to pull back your hand from his hair but his hand on your wrist stops you. “Don’t, with you it’s ok,” his voice is soft and you can see his breath in the space between you. You smile softly, your cheeks on fire, but you sit back and let your fingers travel through his hair again. He leans into your touch and for a moment he lets himself relish in your contact, the touch reminds him of what his mother used to do. 

You press your nose to his, as he scrunches his own at the coldness of yours and your laughter is soft and low as you begin to stand. “We should head inside,” you words left your lips and your hand stretches out for him to help him up. 

You both had just found your feet, when something heavy slams into the ice covering the lake's deep waters. You both jump, twisting toward the bank to see how far it is to safety. As his fingers tighten on yours as he pulls his wand from his pocket, ready to defend you.

You hand curls around your wand in your opposite hand, something you absently noticed was that your dominant hands were opposite allowing you both to link hands without issue. It was just another small sign of how you were made for each other.

A horrifying sound of a gunshot had you both freezing in mid motion, your eyes finding the others as the first crack in the lake’s frozen surface appeared before it spiderwebbed outward and you were slammed into by a spell that send you off your feet into the snow bank, no longer in danger on the middle of the lake. 

He’d used the precious seconds to cast a spell to send you to safety, at least there you would surely be safe. You tried to raise your head, to roll over and get back to your feet as you felt the world blacken around the edges. You screamed his name and as you took another slow step, you felt another spell hit you and your eyes grew heavy as you watched Shouto disappear into the dark, icy depths of the lake. 

You woke in the infirmary hours later, the sleeping spell no longer affecting you. Your eyes fluttered open for a moment, the low lights making you squeeze them shut with a soft sound of pain as you raised your arm to try and cover your eyes. It was in that brief moment of not fully conscious, that it took a few moments for your memories to circle back, to come back into focus and when you did, you shot up in bed, not registering you were in the infirmary at Hogwarts. Your ribs ached,  not yet fully healed. Your eyes filled with tears as you struggled to look beyond them. 

A strangled cry left your lips, a cross between a sob and a wail as you tried to climb out of bed, the muttered words of “No,no, no.” On loop as your feet touched the ground you almost face planted, as your legs folded under you. 

Strong arms encircled your waist, keeping you from falling. “Careful Princess…it’s ok. He’s ok. Take a breath for me.” Touya’s face swam into view, his blue eyes concerned, but he didn’t look angry, he wasn’t mad at you. You took a shaky breath, your fingers limply curling against his shirt, a side effect of being hit with two spells at once and maybe your concussion too. 

“W-what?” You tried for more, but it was too hard and it didn’t matter because he caught on to what you wanted and he carefully and slowly explained what had happened.

How Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Mcgonagall, and Professor  Lupin had shown up and saved Shoto from the frozen depths of the lake. What had caused the ice to crack at it was still under Investigation, and the lake and the surrounding area was off limits to all students.

You felt guilty for not being able to do anything during the attack. What sort of witch were you supposed to be? How could you possibly stand on equal footing next to him? When you had been nothing but a burden during the incident at the lake. He could have died…he would have died if it hadn’t been for the teachers and the headmaster.

There was a horrible mistake, you couldn’t possibly be his soul mate. A trick of the light, your own fantasies playing in your head. It was what caused you after the others had left you two alone in the infirmary to place your wand against the side of his head. You needed him to forget the night happened at all or at least where he wouldn’t remember that you’d seen his mark.

“Such a spell on a student is dangerous you know,” the low toned voice from a chair beside the bed had you raising your eyes to the Headmaster. He hadn’t been there before.

“Is his knowledge of that night so bad?” He pressed as he leaned back in the chair, his eyes watching your tear filled face. 

“I couldn’t do anything!”

“While that may be true, you were never given the chance to try. Shouto chose to use his magic to save you. Love is not something we can ever fully understand, but it will cause many to make the ultimate sacrifices for those they love.”

He let those words sink as he saw your eyes dart down to his sleeping form and your wand lower. As your thumb brushed along the bandage around his head.

“Is that what you want?”

You were quiet as you considered what he said and you couldn’t deny his words as you slowly let your fingers clasp one of his own. His hand was limp and not nearly as warm as it usually was. Instead of answering him you were quiet as he rose to leave.

His worn hand found your shoulder as he passes by you. “I know you’ll make the right choice Y/N.” You listened to his footsteps as he headed for the door. “Oh one more thing, I spoke with your parents, we see no reason why exceptions can’t be made for your last year at Hogwarts.” He sounded far too chipper with that news and it shouldn’t have brought a small water laugh to your lips as you laid your head down next to the love of your life as you laced your fingers a little tighter with his own as the greatest wizard of all time left you two alone.

It was a few more days before Shouto woke up and the night wasn’t something he could recall. He got the short version from you, but you didn’t bring up everything that happened. How could you? He didn’t remember and it felt hollow to bring up with your parents' move. You didn’t see him much during summer break. 

You received his letters though as he told you about what was happening at the Todoroki Estate and how Alexis had met the rest of the family and had even met Rei after she’d been making progress and the doctors were able to slowly restore her connections with her loved ones. 

It was during that summer that you distanced yourself from him, punishing yourself and in turn him. 

“Y/N, earth to Y/N,” You were brought back by Lexi’s voice and the snap of her fingers in front of your face.

You leaned back in your seat and frowned at her and Touya, who had pulled her in his lap and she was sitting with him, her elbows on the table and his own caging her in. The gesture was ever so possessive, but she didn’t mind his over protectiveness. 

“We’ve been over this, he doesn’t remember…I don’t want to make things harder for him.”

You didn’t miss Toya’s pensive look as he tapped his finger on the table before sliding the book across the table toward you. “Does he now?” He muttered more to himself than to either of you. 

“Well, we’ll leave you to it Princess,” he told you as the two of them shared a look before Lexi rose to her feet and Toya curled his arm around her back and drew her into his side as they left the library. 

You sighed and rubbed your eyes as you steepled your hands together staring at the book Toya had found for you. It was a few more minutes before you dragged it closer and opened the cover to find a small paper note inside with neat, flourished writing that told you the book hadn’t come from him at all. 

His gestures, even as you kept your distance this year, he respected your boundaries…even as it internally destroyed you both. But you could suffer through it. It was what you had been doing for months.

While you had seen his mark to know the other was your soul mate, Shouto didn’t. It was something you were still struggling with on how to address it with him. You had feelings for him before finding out last year, but you had wanted him to return your feelings, not feel obligated because of a soul mate mark. You also had your doubts…but you hadn’t wanted to share your mark with him, you felt guilty and you haven't forgiven yourself for what happened last year. 

The mark that had become the bane of your existence and caused an ache in your heart you weren’t sure how to alleviate. So instead you ignored it and threw yourself into your school year. Just like you did now, flipping past the note and skimming the table of contents of The curse of the starlit night. It was best if you just focused on your school work.

“Don’t make me do your dirty work, I’m not your little bitch!” Toya growled as he walked past Shouto in the hall outside the library. Shouto stumbled past as his older brother slammed against his shoulder. “Shouldn’t you be nicer to him?” Lexi asked him as they walked away. 

They got too far away for him to hear his response, but it didn’t matter and really he didn’t need to as Shouto covered one side of his face with a frown as he slipped through the lingering crowd and looked toward the clock on the wall. He settled against the windowsill and made the choice to wait for you.

 Things hadn’t gotten any easier since the new school year. After the accident in December on the lake. His relationship with you became strained, you acted normal, but you had put up a wall with him, not letting him get too close anymore. The ease of your relationship was crumbling before his eyes and he hadn’t been sure how to fix it.

Instead he had buried his feelings for you and resigned himself to whatever semi level of acquaintances you wanted this to be. He refused to lose you, but he hadn’t been sure how to fight for you. Not when he felt there was so much about the accident you weren’t telling him. Your guilt was eating you alive and you were the only one being so hard on yourself. You were his best friend…his only friend he could open to and as you withdrew from it, it nearly killed him. 

Your depression wasn’t nearly as hidden so you wanted it to be. He knew the signs and unlike the times before where he could help you, you wouldn’t let him as the school year ended and Summer had begun. 

His mother had been making progress toward a full recovery after she’d been attacked by a Dark mage nearly eight years ago. His father had been very secretive about her treatment, he didn’t want to give his children false hope, but he prayed it worked. He hoped with all his heart that the love of his life could return to them as the person she was.

He’d overheard his father in his study as the summer had begun, as he discussed in hushed tones how she was doing. The first month he left on his own nearly three times a week, and the next week it increased to where by the end of the first month he was gone every day for about an hour or two. Eventually, the other children went to see her. Fumi, first and then Natsu. Touya had been hesitant to go, but it was Alexis who finally convinced him to go, but he wouldn’t face their mother without his other half by his side. His own way of showing her that he was alright. 

Shoto had been the last to see her, and he spent hours with her, telling her about all the years she had missed. She wanted to know about his life and what she had missed. She also wasn’t against the gentle teasing as she heard how close the two of you were. She expressed interest in wanting to meet you again. 

A mother could always tell when her child was upset, so it was far too easy for him to spill your troubles to her and his own. If he couldn’t talk to you, he could talk with the other person in this world who would never judge him, only give him the unconditional love he deserved. 

“She’s hurting just as much as you are baby,” Rei murmured as her knuckles tenderly brushed his cheek. “No relationship is easy and it’s those that are worth fighting for. Don’t give up on her, whether she’s your soul mate or not doesn’t matter, she’s important to you.”

It was those words that kept him grounded and helped him get through the summer and into this school year. 

He hadn’t meant to doze off waiting for you, but the hours passed and there was only so long that he could stare at the door and watch those who left. It was well into dinner and you still hadn’t made an appearance, he worried that he’d missed you.

With a frown he slipped from his spot and as his fingers found the door handle, he looked down to see you as the door opener from the inside. Your eyes widened as they clashed with his own. “What are you doing here?” You asked him, peering around him to notice the halls were empty, everyone was at the dining hall. 

“Waiting for you,” his honest answer, shouldn’t make your heart beat in such a cadence. You step into the hall leaning your back against the Library door, no one would be here till dinner was over. “What can I do for you?” You wonder averting your gaze to the other end of the hallway. 

“Take a walk with me?” He asked softly, he held out his hand for you to take. “I want to show you something, I promise it won’t take long.”

He can see the indecision in your eyes, but carefully you lay your palm in his own and try to ignore the way your heart flutters as his hold tightens and he takes you through the halls of Hogwarts and out on the grounds, it takes a moment for you to realize his destination is the lake. It’s upon that, when you begin to dig your heels in. “What are you doing?!” You try to pull your hand from his own, hating the higher edge to your voice. 

His hold only tightened on your own as he tugged you closer to him. Your hands catching against his chest as he’d let go of your hand, as he can feel the way your body trembles against his own being so close to the place you had been avoiding ever since that night. “Stop avoiding me, stop shutting me out Y/N,” he whispered against your ear as he caged you in with his arms around your back. 

“I’m not—“ you start the lie dying on your lips as you squeeze your eyes shut. The silence between you two allows him to press forward. “What happened that night?” He asked his eyes, staring into your own.

You avert your gaze. “Why do you want to know so badly?”

“Why?” His tone has changed and there is a bitter edge to that single word. “I can’t remember, and whatever happened the night has been eating you alive!” He’d stepped back away to try and give you some space, he was so angry with you, at the situation — with everything. 

“This was a mistake,” he muttered as he passed you, his tone colder than what he’d ever been with you as he headed back toward the castle.

Tears travel down your cheeks, your breath is coming too fast too unevenly as he walks away from you. 

“You almost died…you could have died and I couldn’t protect you!” Your words bubble up and spill out at his retreating back as you face him, watching how his body had stilled at your words. 

“How am I supposed to feel it was my fault we were even out there that night! It was all my fault!”

You don’t remember when he came back, you don’t remember hearing him as his thumbs tenderly brushes away your tears. “Baby, it was never your fault, what happened wasn’t your fault,” His hands cupping your cheeks, his forehead pressing against yours as your arms curl around him.

“I should have never asked to go ice skating, I should have never hid that we’re —“ you caught yourself and felt your teeth sink into your lower lip.

“Soul mates?” Shouto asked softly, his voice mingling with your own. You frowned up at him. “Touya has a big mouth when he’s drunk,” he told you gently, coaxing you to continue to talk with him.

As you slowly went over the night he couldn’t remember, you told him about Professor Mcgonagall calling you to her office and about your parents move, how it might affect your acceptance into Hogwarts for this year. You went over how you’d seen his mark, on his shoulder and how it had been sleeping, but it’s eyes had opened and looked right at you. The first sign of a soul mate was when the creature would awaken from its slumber. You also mentioned the kiss. 

His thumb brushed over your lower lip. “We’ll have to do that again, it’s a shame I don’t remember it,” he muttered gently, his words causing your cheeks to heat with color as you continued with the rest of the story. How something had slammed into the ice, how he’d saved you and eventually to the infirmary, your run with Touya and then Dumbledore at your bedside. 

You had both sat in silence for a few moments as he took in everything he had learned. His lips pressed against your temple as his fingers tightened on your own, as he leaned toward you.

“Show me your mark and I’ll prove I’m your other half,” he whispered, watching the gears twist and turn as you debated with yourself. 

As though to prove how serious he was, he pulled down the collar of his shirt exposing the small house cat, little more than a kitten as it arched on its hind legs and swatted its right paw along his skin to see you. It’s fur was fluffed out and poofy as it moved its mouth to meow up at you.

You felt a flutter of warmth along your shoulder blade, a searing heat where your mark lay dormant along your upper back. “Show me,” he pressed, his nose brushing against yours. “Please,” he murmurs as his fingers brush against your cheek. He’d never been an affectionate person, but with you, with you he craved your touch more than he ever thought possible.

“Fine,” you mutter as you give him your back, pulling your hair over your shoulder to expose the back of your neck. With a slow breath out you tell him where your mark is. He brushes his fingers across the base of your neck making you shiver, before he carefully tugs down the collar of your sweater exposing the sleeping black spotted snow leopard for him to view.

You don’t know what he saw, because whenever you saw it, it was sleeping soundly, but you feel his fingers brush along your back. The zing of heat where he touches as you feel the shift of your soul mark and the sound of a heavy purr.

Shoto can only stare into eyes that mirror his own as the large cat lifts his head upon waking to stare at the human heart that had created him in the first place, his magic breathing life into him, tethering him to the woman who was his other half. 

Pieces of the night long forgotten flutter in his mind, as what was missing was restored. He curls his arms around you from behind his forehead on your shoulder. Overwhelmed with emotion as he is reminded of what he felt, how afraid for your life he had been. “I would save you a thousand times over,” he whispers against your ear. 

His words cause you to turn, your eyes meeting his own as you brush your fingers along his cheek. “We fight together,” you whisper your nose nearly brushing his. “Always,” he promises before he tilts his head and claims your mouth in a kiss, not that different from the one nearly a year ago in your first Midnight Confession. 

“And you?” Y/n asked, opening the fridge and staring into it blankly.

“I’ve found that if you bury yourself under two pillows and a thick blanket, it’s not as disruptive.”

There was a loud thud from behind the wall separating their apartment’s kitchen from the neighbor’s, followed by a loud moan.

“Again? This early?” Y/n grumbled, closing the fridge. “I’m heading out for breakfast. Want anything?”

“No thank you, Y/n,” Tokoyami said politely. “I managed to eat before they woke up so aroused. Thank you for the offer, though.”

“Unfair,” Y/n grumbled. “…Do you think the boyfriend moved in, or does he just keep staying over to fuck her hard?”

“Must you be so vulgar this early in the day?”

Y/n walked over to a cabinet and opened it, grabbing a plastic cup. She walked up to the wall and set the cup against it, setting her ear against the cup. She shushed her roommate before he could say anything.

“…They accidentally turned on the tap,” she whispered. She set the plastic cup down on the kitchen counter and banged on the wall. “Stop wasting the water!”

The neighbors didn’t answer, and the water on the other side of the wall didn’t stop.

“I don’t think they can hear you,” Tokoyami said calmly, his voice almost drowned out by another moan. Y/n put the cup against the wall again to listen in. Tokoyami sighed exasperatedly. “Why on earth are you doing that?”

“She doesn’t sound like she’s having fun,” Y/n said, putting the cup away. “It sounds really forced.”

“If she isn’t enjoying it, why has she been letting him have his way with her all week?” Tokoyami asked, slowly getting invested in the situation. There was a loud clatter from the neighbor’s apartment and the moaning began moving.

Y/n followed the sound, walking along the wall. The two apartments were mirrored, so Y/n assumed they were headed to the living room. That suspicion was confirmed with the sound of someone being thrown down on a couch.

Y/n leaned over her own couch to press her ear against the wall.

“That sounded painful,” she said quietly, turning her attention to Tokoyami as he followed her into the room. “Wow. I didn’t think you cared about this.”

“I don’t,” Tokoyami said, clearly lying. He was listening as closely as Y/n.

The neighbor moaned (very forcefully again) her partner’s name and Y/n’s eyes widened.

“That’s not her boyfriend’s name!” She hissed, trying not to laugh.

Tokoyami set his cup of coffee down on the coffee table in front of the couch, watching as Y/n stepped up onto the couch and began bouncing lightly. It was old, and the springs were creaky, and Tokoyami realized the sound was nearly identical to the ones that had been coming from the neighbors all week.

He was absolutely shell-shocked when Y/n moaned incredibly pornographically, setting her hand against the wall to stabilize herself on the couch. She was grinning like there was no tomorrow, clearly enjoying bothering the neighbors and getting back at them for her lack of sleep. Tokoyami sighed to himself before getting down on his knees and gripping the underside of the couch tightly, rocking it towards the wall in sync with Y/n’s continued bouncing. She moaned again, loudly, almost freezing Tokoyami in his tracks.

He turned his attention back to the couch, grunting naturally every now and then from the force of rocking it. Y/n looked down at him, in a loose shirt and dark sweatpants, feathers still a bit ruffled from having just woken up. From her spot above him, she could almost see down his shirt, so she turned her focus to her fake moaning, ignoring the heat rushing to her face.

“Oh, Naoki, harder!” She moaned, biting back her laughter. Tokoyami looked up at her, astonished at her dedication to this revenge. He noticed he could see up her shorts and looked away quickly, rocking the couch against the wall harder.

“Yes, Kimi, just like that!” Tokoyami added, groaning as he almost lost his grip on the couch.

Y/n looked down at him again, surprised he’d joined in. It was odd enough for him to take interest in giving the neighbors a taste of their own medicine, but to think he’d actually join in on Y/n’s vengeful nonsense was a fun surprise.

Both of them were breathing heavily by now, and their own little game was drowning out the neighbors. In fact, they weren’t doing it out of spite anymore; The atmosphere had changed, and they were merely having fun.

Tokoyami looked up at Y/n, suddenly seeing her as something other than a close friend he shared an apartment with.

They’d been friends a long time, both attending the same elementary school, middle school, both getting into the same class at the same highschool under the same conditions. There was so much history between the two, shared secrets that they could trust each other with. Her crush on that one boy in middle school, that girl he’d dated for almost three months even though he wasn’t interested, that time he came home from a party drunk out of his mind and she’d taken care of him.

They’d always shared everything with each other. When something went wrong, they came to each other. If something big happened, they came to each other. Some new secret was breaking the surface, finally something they hadn’t come together about.

Testing the waters, Tokoyami set a hand on Y/n’s ankle, slowly gliding his hand up her leg. She swallowed thickly, a quiet, breathy moan falling from her lips.

It was real this time, and Tokoyami suddenly understood the difference. The neighbor never had sounded this genuine. Y/n was right, the girl next door didn’t enjoy her constant sex.

But that means Y/n’s enjoying this, doesn’t it… I haven’t even done anything, though.

Y/n stared down at Tokoyami, anxiously awaiting his next move. She watched him, taking in everything, as his fingers slipped up under her shorts, stopping just at the edge of her underwear.

“Fumi…”

What am I doing?

“Y/n-”

He stopped talking as Y/n moved his hand for a moment, shimmying out of her shorts and dropping her panties before putting his hand back on her thigh. Tokoyami just stared in shock at the clothing now pooled around her ankles on the couch.

“Just once, can we be like the neighbors?” She whispered. Tokoyami looked up at Y/n, taking in her timid-yet-desperate expression. Despite having known her so well for so long, he’d never seen her look at anything or anyone with eyes so full of… Even his gothic poetry brain couldn’t find the right words.

Whether he wasn’t equipped to understand her expression or was simply too dumbfounded to think straight, he couldn’t tell.

“God, yes,” Tokoyami murmured. His vision was almost fuzzy as Y/n smiled, only focused in on her.

Y/n kicked her shorts and panties to the side of the couch and clambered to sit, her legs spread with Tokoyami between them.

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she looked at him. Since when did he look so alluring? He’d always simply looked like a fair boy with a bird’s head, but he was suddenly so beautiful, radiating heat and passion.

The air was thick with tension and anticipation, enough to cut with a knife.

Tokoyami set a hand on both of Y/n’s ankles, running them up her legs again. She was watching carefully, her eyes never leaving his.

Her breath caught in her chest as his fingers ghosted over her inner thighs, and she let out an airy laugh as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the couch. He spread her legs further, settling on his knees as he ran his hands along her thighs again.

He was careful when he finally touched her, watching her expression carefully to gauge his movements. There was a stutter in her breath as he spread her open with two fingers, running his thumb over the dripping flesh, not quite prepared to penetrate.

“You’re so soft,” he mumbled, staring.

She wouldn’t be his first, but he wouldn’t call himself ‘experienced’. He’d had several partners in his life, but even his longest relationship hadn’t lasted a year. Y/n had had a few boyfriends too, but they never lasted long, and Tokoyami wasn’t sure she’d ever gone as far as him.

“Is that good?”

“Yes.”

Tokoyami finally pushed a finger past Y/n’s defenses, soft, velvety walls fluttering around him tightly. He was absolutely enthralled by the whimpery moan that slipped from her lips, and he curled his finger hoping for more. He looked up to see that her head had fallen forward, her eyes closed tightly as her lips parted, already panting. Her hands were clenched in desperate fists, unable to hold onto much of the taught couch fabric.

“Y/n, are you a virgin?” Tokoyami asked, nudging a second finger lightly against her. She shook her head, whining as he pushed a second finger in. “…Are you sure? I don’t want to break you.”

“I’m sure, Fumikage,” Y/n said, nodding. “Just… It didn’t feel like this.”

“Is this better, then?” Tokoyami asked, scissoring his fingers inside her warmth. Y/n nodded enthusiastically, breathing heavily as Tokoyami felt her tighten around his fingers. He reached up with his free hand and gently cupped her face, watching as she leaned into his touch with a soft smile. “Faster? Slower?”

“Mm-mm, just like that,” she said contently, moaning softly as Tokoyami’s fingers curled inside of her.

Y/n’s fingernails scratched at the couch, unable to grab the cushions, and she decided to busy her hands with taking off her shirt instead. Tokoyami had to stop himself from looking up and staring at her cleavage and merely focused on his hands. Ever so lightly, he grazed his free thumb over Y/n’s clit, feeling a shudder run through her whole body.

“…More?” He asked. Y/n simply slumped back onto the couch, letting her head fall back and letting out a shaky breath.

Slowly, Tokoyami stood, keeping his fingers inside of his lovely housemate as he leaned over her on the couch. They both kept strong eye contact with each other as he pressed his forehead against hers, his beak resting just centimeters from her mouth as his feathers tickled her skin.

Y/n reached up and gently ran a finger along the underside of Tokoyami’s beak, pulling it ever so much closer to place a light kiss on the top shell.

“I wish I could kiss you,” she whispered, her words followed by a long whine as Tokoyami’s fingers curled up against a particularly pleasurable spot inside her. “Right there, Fumi!”

“Where, here?” He teased, pushing his fingers up against her soft walls again. He scissored his fingers again before taking the time to make Y/n writhe on the couch beneath him. “Here? Is this the spot that makes you feel good? Right here?”

“Yes!” Y/n cried out, clutching at Tokoyami’s loose shirt as her legs started trembling. She moaned loudly as she came, curling up into a ball under Tokoyami, pressing her thighs together and pulling her legs up to rest her feet on the couch.

Tokoyami took his fingers out of her quickly, not wanting to overstimulate her just yet. He stood up straight, looking down at Y/n, curled into herself and shaking just a little as she recovered from her first orgasm of the day.

“Was that too much?” He asked softly.

Y/n replied by pouncing on him, pushing him down to sit on the coffee table. Neither of them minded his long-abandoned cold coffee as the mug fell onto the floor, staining the carpet.

“My turn, right?” Y/n asked, hurriedly pulling his swollen cock from his boxers and sweatpants, not caring to take them off first. She looked up at him with wide, almost innocent eyes. “Can I?”

“God, yes. Please.”

Y/n spat in her hand before wrapping her fingers around the base of his dick, slowly jerking him while watching his expression intently.

I’ve never sucked dick before, what am I doing? I’m not gonna be good at it, what if he doesn’t like it?

Tentatively, she ran her tongue across the tip, gathering pre-cum into her mouth. She swallowed, scrunching up her nose as she did.

“I didn’t think it’d be tangy,” she said, going back in for a second strong lick before attempting to take him down her throat.

Tokoyami grabbed her by the hair, softly, keeping her from trying to deepthroat him.

“You haven’t done this before,” he noted, giving her a scrutinizing look. She shook her head nervously.

“No, but-”

Tokoyami interrupted her by pushing two fingers into her mouth. They tasted faintly sweet, and Y/n realized they were the same two that had already been inside her.

“Don’t push yourself,” Tokoyami said gently, slowly pumping his fingers back and forth in Y/n’s mouth, pushing a little deeper each time, testing to see how much she could take before gagging. He was pleasantly surprised to find that she could take his fingers pretty deep. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, letting Y/n catch her breath as he watched a string of saliva dissipate between his fingers and her lips. “Another time, Y/n. I’ll let you practice on me.”

“Another…? We’re going to do this again?” Y/n asked, pleasantly surprised.

“I mean, I hope so,” Tokoyami said, suddenly regretting his words. She had said ‘just this once’, after all. “Fuck, I hope so.”

“…Fumi, you never cuss,” Y/n said slowly.

“Perhaps, but right now I don’t care about a filter,” he said. Tokoyami grabbed Y/n’s hand and pulled her to her feet, tugging her close and holding her by the waist. “So forgive my language when I say I need to fuck you so bad right now.”

Y/n’s face started burning and her eyes stopped focusing for just a moment, sending a dizzy rush through her head.

“Okay,” she said awkwardly.

“That’s alright with you?”

Y/n nodded, leaning in to rest her head on Tokoyami’s chest.

“Yes,” she said, more confidence in her voice. “…Please take good care of me, Fumi.”

“Always, my love.”

===

It was another day at work, meaning another day where Hari had to deal with you. He let out a sigh and fixed his tie while he was waiting on his coffee, it was needed since it was going to be a long day.

Hari liked his job, it didn’t put too much stress on him although he often found himself not doing his work. He didn’t really care about it even if it wasn’t much, he was getting paid after all and no one really noticed. He got scolded for not doing his work when people noticed though, he would quickly fix his posture and go back to doing his work most of the time.

Yet when you scold him he didn’t do his work, he just shrugs and isn’t phased. He would roll his eyes at you. He would listen to the others though, especially to this guy named Kai who was ranked lower than you. 

Kai came into the company a few months after you. He was a very serious guy when it came to his job, he didn’t interact much with people, he didn’t seem to be wanting too and just did his work. The male was a clean freak and perfectionist too somehow. One day when you brought papers to his office he was cleaning his desk and made sure certain things were in the same place he took them from. It was kinda silly to you but everyone had their own interests am I right?

When Kai would call Hari out on it, Hari would quickly go back to his work while apologizing for not doing his work and that annoyed you, why him and not you? There was nothing wrong with being lower ranked, you respected everyone at work and you wished you got the same respect back, especially from a certain someone. 

Hari couldn’t stand you for some reason, even though you were the CEO, it was like you were the boss around here from all the trust the actual boss had in you. You somehow always pissed him off with everything you did or well, that’s what he made you think.

You were walking up to the coffee machine, sighing a bit when you saw him there and shaking it off. “Hello, good morning Hari.” You told him in a gentle tone, trying to be nice regardless since that was one of the things you always tried to do as CEO. You always tried to be nice to everyone, even if they weren’t nice back.

All he did was shrug a bit and grab his coffee, not giving you an answer back and turning around to walk away. “Good morning, both of you.” A familiar voice said. “Good morning sir.” Hari answered, making you raise your eyebrow and get slightly irritated. 

“Good morning Kai, good luck at work to the both of you today.” You told them, faking your smile and walking off with your coffee. Hari never and I repeat never, failed to ruin your mood in the morning, it was like it was his daily goal to do.

For some reason, since Kai started working here Hari had an attitude with you and decided to listen to him only and not to you, even when you climbed up higher ranks. You didn’t know what you did wrong or why he could be reacting this way, still you knew that you always had been nice to him and that his attitude was pissing you off.

It wasn’t like you ordered them around too much, you were just letting them do the basics so why was he like that and listened to Kai but not you? Kai wasn’t even that much higher than him, probably just like the tiniest bit higher yet he chose to respect him like he was a boss. 

Now nothing was wrong with respecting people higher than you, even if they were higher by the smallest bit. You just wished he respected you as well because the attitude was getting annoying, all you did was respect him and this was the thanks you got? Fucking bullshit.

You made your way to your office, saying hi to everyone on the way and giving them warm smiles, regarding the fact that you were irritated. You sat down at your desk and opened your laptop, taking a sip off your coffee and humming in satisfaction. Your morning might have been bothersome still your coffee was good and that’s all that mattered. 

A knock on your door was heard and you sighed. “Come in.” You answered, only to be met with your secretary walking in. “Good morning ma’am, I’ve got your upcoming schedule and it’s going to be a busy week, I apologize in advance.” She told you and you just nodded. “Carry on.” You sighed and she started reading it out, explaining your whole planning.

“Well nice isn’t it? Thank you for letting me know.” You told her, groaning a bit afterwards. “No need to thank me ma’am, I’m just doing my job.” She answered, bowing respectfully and leaving your office.

The week sure was packed and it had two meetings you weren’t looking forward to. There were two meetings with Hari and knowing him, his attitude would be there too. 

One was with Kai as well, so that sure was gonna be interesting. It wasn’t like you had anything against Kai, it was just the way you wished you got that respect from Hari as well, not even knowing why you wanted it so bad.

A few days had passed, they went pretty quick and before you knew it, it was time for the first meeting of the week with him. You weren’t looking forward to it knowing he would have his attitude again, most likely getting on your nerves with it. 

You just shook your thoughts off and made your way to where the meeting would take place, walking in to notice that everyone was there already. “Good morning everyone, thank you for being here. Let’s start the meeting when everyone's ready.” You started, bowing respectfully and then sitting down. “Yes ma’am.” You heard them say and everyone got ready.

The meeting ended after an hour and to your surprise, everything went well. Everything went a little too well that it left you wondering if something bad would happen soon. 

Hari made 0 remarks or rude faces at you, he was nice the whole time but that also could be because Kai was there, couldn’t it?

“Thank you everyone, you’re dismissed.” You finished, closing off the presentation and packing your stuff. “Hari, don’t forget we have a meeting tomorrow.” You told him before walking out, only for him to sigh and roll his eyes, getting on your nerves again. Who would’ve thought he would go back to that attitude that quickly yet then again, it was Hari after all.

It was Friday, meaning that the meeting you weren’t looking forward too was today. It was a meeting with the boss so you were nervous. You couldn’t afford to make mistakes or you might lose your job. The fact that the meeting was with Hari just made it worse, you never know what he could pull to annoy you.

The time went by pretty quickly and you were in the meeting room, waiting on Hari with your boss and a few others. The meeting was supposed to start at least 10 minutes ago and he was nowhere to be seen. 

“Excuse me sir, I’ll go and check up on him.” You mumbled, bowing respectfully and making your way over to Hari’s office.

You didn’t even bother to knock and barged in, not expecting to be met with this. Hari froze in his movements and smirked when he noticed it was you, continuing his pace with no shame as a low groan left his lips. You shook your head and took a deep breath, not believing what you saw.

This man was jerking off behind his desk.

“We have a meeting, you’re late.” You told him and he didn’t stop his movements. “Yeah sure sure miss I know everything-fuck.” He groaned and you rolled your eyes. “You’re fucking disgusting, you have no shame now do you?” You snapped, scolding him for his actions and being late.

While you did that, you didn’t fail to notice the way he was eyeing you up and down with a smirk. It wasn’t the first time he looked at you like that, you caught him staring several times, especially when you were mad but he would just laugh it off and you’d scold him about it. Thinking about that now, he probably got off to it.

“Meeting room, 5 minutes.” You sighed, walking out of his office, wishing you could unsee that but also somehow feeling your cheeks heat up. You couldn't help but to think he kind of looked hot like that. It didn’t matter though, he still was an asshole at the end of the day.

Everything went downhill from the second he walked into the meeting room. He started doing his presentation, having all the information wrong and messing up several times, getting everyone in that room irritated and clearly fucking up this whole thing.

The boss was annoyed because Hari just wasted a lot of time and managed to mess up even if he came later. “I’m so sorry sir, it won’t happen again.” You apologized, taking all the responsibility. “My time was wasted on a presentation like this, don’t let it happen again.” Your boss answered and you nodded quickly, watching him leave.

“Well I’m gone too-” Hari told you, getting up and walking towards the door. All you did was roll your eyes and pack your stuff, knowing that he didn’t even care about all of the problems he caused, he was just like that.

He walked out, thinking he’d get a reaction from you or even better, he kinda was hoping for one just so he could get back at you but you didn’t say anything, you knew better than to waste your time on him yet you would go and talk with him in a second.

It was a weird feeling, why would you tell yourself you wouldn’t waste your time on him yet confronted him with his bullshit every single time? It could be because you told yourself that it was your job but was it really just your job or was it something else you weren’t aware of just yet?

You sighed out loud once you were finally alone, taking a bit for yourself to calm down before you would go and confront Hari. Sometimes you’d take a deep breath to calm down, other times it would be you thinking off things that made you happy, anything to not lose your shit while talking to him. You didn’t want him to get on your nerves so easily but here you were, being mad because of someone like him.

You took one last deep breath and headed towards his office, being ready to scold him. Once again, you didn’t bother to knock and just made your way to his disk, dropping all the papers on it and crossing your arms while glaring at him.

“Oh if it’s not y/n-” He started, making you roll your eyes. “What the actual fuck was that meeting?” You asked, cutting him off.

“I just did my job.” He shrugged, getting nervous because you looked seriously for once. “Yeah sure you did and we both almost lost our jobs, not that I could care about you but you better fix your fucking attitude.” You snapped.

“Well well- calm down, you’re not my boss y/n.” He laughed, leaning over his desk and closer to you. You glared at him and pulled him closer by the tie.

“Well know your fucking place Mr. Kurono.” You told him, pushing him back in his chair and leaving him shocked about the fact you would do something like that. He couldn’t help but think that action was hot, even if he was getting scolded, it went straight to his dick.

“Don’t let it happen again.” You told him, turning around and walking out, only to be met with a hard smack on your ass, making you jump up a bit.

“What was that for?” You asked, making him laugh and shake his head. “I saw the way you got all flustered earlier.” He answered, referring to what happened before the meeting while you just rolled your eyes.

“For starters, keep your filthy hands off me.” You snapped, pushing him back in his chair, glaring down at him. It was clear to say that the sexual tension between the both of you was high, you just wanted to play a little game.

“Now what happened to you being nice huh?” He teased, leaning back in his chair and once again eyeing you up and down. “Why should I be nice to you when you don’t give me it back.” You answered, bending down over his desk a bit, giving him a nice view of your chest.

“You know, let’s drop this idiotic game, we both know that we want each other so fucking bad-“ Hari confessed, taking a pause. “And my hard on isn’t gonna help itself.” He continued as you made your way over to him, slowly sitting down on his lap.

“You’re funny if you think you can order me around Kurono.” You told him, ghosting your finger along his jawline and making him look up at you. “Well if it isn’t the CEO acting all high and mighty.” He tested you, only getting off to the way you took control.

“Better watch that mouth of yours if you’re planning on getting something.” You mumbled, your faces being inches away. “Make me.” He smirked and that was all it took for you to press your lips against his.

Kurono didn’t hesitate to kiss back and deepen the kiss as he held your waist. The male had been waiting for this in all honesty. 

Yeah sure, he was being a little bitch towards you the whole thing but little did you know he always had the thought of you putting him in his place, thinking it would be extremely hot and here he was.

You smirked a bit and pulled back after a while, a string of saliva connecting the both of you while you rubbed him through his jeans, only earning small whimpers when he’s trying his best to hold them back.

“Fuck just-“ He groaned, already being needy for you from the smallest touch. “Just what?” You asked, acting all innocent as you squeezed his cock through his jeans, being met with a loud moan.

“Take it out already-“ He begged, looking into your eyes desperately and only making your smirk grow bigger. “Maybe if you’d ask nicely, forgetting manners now are we?” You asked and he shook his head no.

“Please I’ll do anything mistress.” He whined, not knowing why he called you that, it just felt great to him at that moment. You were taken back by that nickname in all honesty yet you weren’t complaining at all.

“Hmm anything?” You asked and he nodded quickly, just wanting to get off before anyone walked in. “So fucking desperate.” You smirked, pulling his jeans and boxers down just enough so his length could be freed from the tightness of his jeans.

Kurono gasped when he felt the cold air hit his length, looking at you to do anything. “Be nice to me from now on and you’ll get it.” You told him and without hesitation he nodded. “I only acted that way to get your attention.” He confessed, only making you laugh as you started pumping his length in your hands.

“So pathetic and all of that to get off?” You asked and he nodded, not even caring how you would think of him after this. “Good thing I’m a nice person then am I right?” You teased him, pulling up your skirt a bit and slipping his length between your thighs.

“Be a good boy and get yourself off with my thighs.” You told him and he looked at you, being slightly flustered. “T Thank you mistress.” He mumbled, looking away from you as he started humping your thighs desperately, trying to hold back any sounds coming from his mouth, making two mistakes already.

“Eyes up here.” You snapped, grabbing his face harshly and making him look at you. “And we wouldn’t want those pretty sounds going to waste now would we?” You asked, rubbing your thumb over his lips and pushing them in his mouth, spitting in it afterwards and smirking when he let out a small whimper.

“Mistress I wanna feel you, please-“ He begged and you shook your head, moving closer to him so your clothed heat was moving against his length. “That’s the most you’re getting, better be grateful for it.” You told him and he nodded.

“I just want m more-“ He whined and you sighed. “I wouldn’t want your filthiness rubbing over on me, maybe if you keep being a good boy you’ll get it sooner or later.” You explained, hinting to other times.

All Kurono did was nod and fuck your thighs desperately, letting out all the pretty sounds since you already heard him. The way you were kissing his neck wasn’t helping with holding them back either.

You would be lying if the way he was rubbing against you wasn’t leaving an effect on you, he was so big and desperately humping your thighs that you couldn’t help but to let out some whimpers.

“F Fuck not right there-“ Kurono whined once you found his sensitive spot, only making you smirk a bit snd leave hickeys all over this neck. Everyone had the right to know that he got put in his place after all.

“Shhh, just do your job and enjoy yourself.” You mumbled against his skin, feeling his cock twitch between your thighs.

“I I’m so close-“ He whimpered not much after, digging his fingers into your sides and continuing his movements. “Then cum for me like a good boy.” You whispered into his ear, placing another kiss on his sensitive spot, earning a groan from him while he released all over your thighs and skirt.

“Look at you making a mess of my skirt-“ You sighed, glaring at him as you helped him ride his high out. “You wouldn’t mind if I made a mess of your desk now would you?” You asked, getting up and pulling him up with you by his tie.

“No I wouldn’t m mistress-“ He answered, his legs kinda wobbly as he stood up. “You didn’t have much choice to begin with.” You told him, bending him over his desk a bit so he could lean against it.

You pressed your chest against his back and slowly started to stroke his length again, looking at his desk and smirking a bit. “Well get to work.” You mumbled against his skin and his eyes went wide.

Get to work? When he was like this? Desperately trying to get off and someone could walk in anytime? Yet the way you were ordering him around and the fact that someone could see him like this went straight to his cock, only turning him on more.

“Hmm you’re loving this aren’t you? Just how desperate are you?” You asked, continuing your movements only to be met with his moans as he leaned on his desk.

The male was sensitive and if you were gonna keep talking to him like that, he wouldn’t last long at all, not that he minded though.

Both of you were so carried away that you didn’t notice someone walking into the room. That someone was Kai and he froze in his movements, looking at the two of you in shock.

Kai coughed a bit to catch your attention, making Kurono look up quickly while a smirk grew on your face. Kurono was cursing in his mind since he was so close and it got ruined now, or well that’s what he thought.

“You’re gonna cum aren’t you?” You whispered into his ear, only continuing your movements and picking up your pace. “Y Yes mistress-“ He mumbled under a breath as you shook your head in disappointment, looking at Kai with a smirk.

“I didn’t hear that, be louder for me baby-“ You told him and he nodded quickly, feeling like he was dying for embarrassment but someone being turned on at the same time.

“Yes mistress!” He answered, moaning loudly after, not holding them back anymore since Kai saw everything already anyways. “Hmm then go ahead and cum for me like a good boy.” You whispered into his ear and he nodded, biting his lip and closing his eyes while letting out loud moans.

It didn’t take much for him to come undone and he released all over your hands and his desk with one more loud groan, shaking a bit from your touch.

“Look at you all shaking from the slightest things, how pathetic are you?” You asked him, glaring at Kai who had been staring the whole time with papers in his hands as you sucked your fingers clean.

“Keep staring like that and you’re next.” You smirked, making him look away quickly while Hari felt some kind of jealousy sting through his body.

Needless to say, this wasn’t the last time you and Hari did this. The male kept getting on your nerves just to get put in his place by you.

“Hey,” you greeted your fellow coworkers as you made your way into the locker room. The club was about to close up for the night and you were more than ready to flop onto your bed at home and sleep until your next shift. “Have any of you seen Mina?”

The other girls looked around at one another. No one seemed to have an answer for her whereabouts.

“Oh!” Nejire popped up. “I think I saw her talking to some guy in her office. Yeah, yeah. Some big guy wearing a business suit.”

Tsu frowned. “I wonder what that could be about.”

You nodded, a sudden feeling of anxiety washing over you. You really hoped she wasn’t being bought out or something. If she wasn’t the one running the club anymore, or worse, if the club was demolished, you would be surely out of a job.

A knock on the locker room door made you swallow your thoughts. “Is (Y/n) in here?” Mina’s voice rang through the room.

“I’m here,” you piped.

She looked scared, and a bit pale. You don’t think you’ve ever seen her look fearful before, even when dealing with rough customers who refuse to leave the building. “Could you come with me for a sec?”

“Sure.” The anxiety you were feeling was bubbling back in your stomach. “Just let me get dressed.”

“Actually,” her voice was shaking. “If you could come here now that would be better.”

You paused, then nodded and followed her to her office. On the way there, she squeezed your hand, slipping something inside.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “Please, please forgive me for doing this.”

“Mina, what’s going on?” You were worried. Never in the time that you knew her had she ever been so apologetic.

At her office door, you looked at what she slipped into your hand. A small pink bottle of pepper spray stared back at you. What could she have done that you would need this?

She opened her office door and on the other side, like Nejire said there would be, was a big, beefy businessman clad in a suit that was probably worth more than your rent.

“Mina,” you whispered to your best friend. “What is going on?”

The man turned around and you shrunk at his intimidating appearance. You felt the need to cross your arms and cover up your exposed skin of which there was a lot of. “Hello,” the man bellowed with such a low timber. “You must be (Y/n).”

How did he know your name? What did Mina tell him? Who is this man?

You meekly nodded your head and clutched onto the pepper spray until your knuckles couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Forgive me for not introducing myself first.” He extended a hand. “My name is Enji Todoroki and I am the ceo of Todoroki Enterprises.”

You gulped. What the hell did Mina get herself into? You croaked out an “oh” before extending your hand and shaking his. “That’s nice.” You didn’t really know what to say. Was he considering buying the building from Mina? You looked at her and she shrunk back at your gaze.

“Ashido,” he said with a stern demeanor. “If you would please.”

She nodded and squeezed your shoulder one last time. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered in your ear one last time before leaving the room.

And then there was silence. You took a moment to breathe and look around Mina’s office, find something to calm your nerves with. Her office was usually like a little safe haven for you and the other dancers. She deemed a corner of the room the “zen area” where she set up cushions and a kettle and tea boxes. You stared at the fuzzy pink cushion you were so used to sitting on. You were sure your butt had made an imprint.

“Please, take a seat,” Enji Todoroki said, gesturing to the other side of Mina’s desk, away from the cushion that brought you so much comfort.

You frowned at his tone of voice, as if he had been there many times before and as if he owned the damn office himself. At least there was a nice fuzzy blanket on that side of the desk which you could use to cover yourself.

“I can tell that my presence is intimidating you,” he said. “But please, allow me to make my offer before jumping to any conclusions.”

Why was he making an offer to you? What did he want from you?

“As I am sure you are aware, Todoroki Enterprises is a million dollar company run by me and my other associates.”

You nodded. You were not aware of that but you were afraid of what would happen if you asked too many questions.

“And once I retire, the company will fall on the shoulders of my eldest son, Touya.” Enji Todoroki sighed and rubbed his eyes and the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “At the moment, he is being rather difficult.”

You nodded. You weren’t sure what was going on, why he was telling you this, but hearing about this rich ceo’s family drama did spark a bit of interest in you.

“He is not doing what I ask of him. He spends all day sleeping in and wasting my money and he refuses to take any part in working for the company.”

That sounded like typical teenage behavior to you. You weren’t sure why this man was being so pessimistic about it, or why he was even telling you in the first place. Surely it’s just a phase he would grow out of. “I’m sorry,” you started, feeling incredibly out of place with the conversation. “I’m not really sure why you’re telling me this information.”

Enji Todoroki let out another sigh. It wasn’t so much that he was fed up with your inability to understand, but really he seemed reluctant to be there talking to you in the first place. “I believe that if he were to have some, well, motivation, he may actually perform his tasks as a part of the company and as future head.”

“Motivation?” What on earth did he mean by that?

“I watched you and your co-workers perform tonight, and from watching your movements paired with his type, you seem like you would be best suited for the job.”

Your face flushed. He couldn’t be suggesting that, could he?

“(L/n), I would like to hire you to have intercourse with my son.”

Your eyes widened. He wanted what? There was no way, no way you could do that. “I’m sorry,” you said with staggered breath. “I don’t think I’m comfortable having sex with a teenager.” You smiled and nodded, thinking that would be the end of it.

“A teenager? My son is twenty-six years old.”

You paused for a moment before letting out an incredibly articulate, “uhhhhh, what?”

“My son is a fully grown adult, older than you in fact. So if your concerns lie within the legality of this exchange I can assure you that he is not a minor.” Enji Todoroki’s booming voice had just shattered your resolve.

Still, he couldn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to. All you had to do was tell him no and it would have been fine.

But you didn’t get a chance to. Before you could even think of what to say next, Enji Todoroki spoke up yet again. “I presume you are wondering what kind of compensation you will be receiving in return.”

You stayed silent.

“Your boss tells me that you are saving up to attend university and intend on furthering your education. I can only admire that kind of work ethic.”

Why? What could he possibly do with that information to make his offer worthwhile? It dawned on you then that that is why Mina was acting so weird, apologizing constantly as she led you to her office. She must not have been able to find a way out of this for you. Either that or the deal was too good to speak on your behalf of. But what could it even be?

“If you are willing to spend a night with my son and get him to take more responsibility in the company, Todoroki Enterprises will pay for your full college tuition at any institution you decide to attend.”

Your jaw fell onto the floor. This had to be a prank, right? Was he seriously offering to pay your full tuition for you?

“So, do we have a deal?” Enji Todoroki leaned forward against the desk and folded his hands together, large hands that could probably hurt you if you decided to say no.

“This is...” you trailed off. You didn’t know what to say or how to respond to an offer like that. He must be pretty desperate for his son to work in order to pay for your tuition in full.

His son.

Oh.

If you took up this offer, then you would have to… “What if I say no?” you asked.

He cleared his throat. “While I would tell you that saying no to this offer would not be in your best interest,” he started. “I cannot force you to say yes or do anything you are uncomfortable with.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. This was an impossible decision. You didn’t know his son, what he looked like or if he would even want to have sex with you. “It would only be for one night, right?”

Enji Todoroki nodded and let out a sort of grunt out of confirmation.

The thought of being with someone you didn’t know was scary. But at the same time, you would never get an opportunity like this again. Taking a deep breath in and keeping your dream school in mind, you nodded. “I’ll do it.”

“You made the right choice.” He stood up and you followed suit, assuming he’d have you shake his hand and schedule a time and place. “If you’d follow me, the car is waiting out front.”

“Wait, you mean right now?” No, you needed more time to prepare, to figure things out and to take it all in.

“Unless you have something important to attend to, which I doubt you do since you just finished your shift at work, then yes right now.” His eyes, which you hadn’t realized were such a remarkable shade of blue, bore deep into you. “I don’t like to be kept waiting, and neither does my son.”

“Right,” you flinched. “Um, if I could just grab my stuff and get dressed–”

“There will be no need. I already asked your boss to gather your things. We will provide a covering for you so there is no need to get dressed.” The authoritative tone to his voice made you feel so small, like there would be no way for you to even say no against his gaze. “Now if you’ll please follow me.”

You nodded and followed him out of the office and past the locker room where Mina and the other girls watched as you walked away. You barely had any time to watch them or wish them a good night before Enji Todoroki’s bellowing voice spoke up again.

“Our car is waiting out front. In the meantime, you can cover yourself with this.”

Another stranger, someone you presume works for Todoroki Enterprises, handed you a long, tan trench coat. You swiftly threw it over your shoulders and fastened the tie tight against your stomach. He also presented the boots that you wore to work that morning. Mina must have given them your things.

“If you’ll follow me this way,” the stranger said.

He led you outside where you could see the sun begin to poke its way up from beyond the horizon. You hadn’t realized how early in the morning it was. Would Enji Todoroki’s son even be awake at this point?

You were ushered into the backseat of a sleek black Tesla. You had never been in a car that nice before. It made the whole ordeal more harrowing and unreal. “Is Todoroki-san not coming with us?” you asked.

“He’ll be in the car right in front of us. Don’t worry, ma’am.” You usher closed the door and entered the driver’s side of the vehicle. He was a smooth driver, which helped with the nervous bubbles in your stomach that refused to calm down.

Free college, you had to remind yourself. This really was an incredible offer. You hadn’t even let it sink in until you were alone in the backseat of the Tesla, only accompanied by your usher and the light classical music that played on the radio. You would be able to go to any school you wanted to, free of charge. You couldn’t help the giddy smile that played its way onto your lips. This felt like a dream you were scared to wake up from.

“We’re here,” your usher said. Looking out your window, you saw that he had pulled up in front of a tall building reaching more stories than you could count. He opened the door for you and you stepped out into the cool, early morning breeze.

Enji Todoroki had also stepped out of his vehicle and gestured for you to follow him. The wind tickled your legs and you hugged the trench coat tight against your figure. He led you into the lavish building where one of the receptionists handed you a small paper cup of coffee. You were then brought to the elevators where you, Enji Todoroki, and your usher brought you up to one of the tops floors.

The elevator ride felt like it lasted forever. Your hands gripped the coffee cup and shaky lips sipped the beverage as Enji Todoroki talked your ear off. You knew that the receptionist gave you the drink because she figured you would be tired, but you were sure that your nerves would keep you awake regardless of the caffeine.

“I called my son in for an early meeting so he should be here.”

You nodded at the man’s words. This was really happening.

“And if he refuses to show up then we will provide a room for your lodging until he arrives.”

So you would be camping out here until the deed was done. A thought popped into your head, one that hadn’t even come to mind when you were given the offer. “What if he doesn’t want to have sex with me?” you asked.

Enji Todoroki paused. He didn’t really know what to say. “Knowing my son, he will.” As if that was supposed to give you any reassurance. “But on the off chance that he doesn’t, we will still compensate you for your time here.”

But no free college. The thought lingered in your mind. Of course you were doing this for the perks. You wanted to be able to make the most out of your young adulthood and part of that meant furthering your education. But you were still scared shitless by the bright fluorescent lights of the building as the grand elevator doors opened up on your destination.

“Wait outside the door,” Enji Todoroki directed at your usher, and you assumed you were supposed to wait with him. He led you through the halls and stopped at a door that's placard read “Touya Todoroki.”

You leaned against the wall and downed the rest of your coffee.

“I can take your empty cup for you, ma’am,” your usher said with a bright smile.

You smiled back and shaky hands dropped the empty paper cup in his own. You needed to stop shaking so much, but you didn’t think you could if you tried.

You could hear Enji Todoroki’s authoritative voice from outside the door and another one, you presumed him son. He sounded bratty, from what you picked up on their conversation. The more you picked up on it, the more nauseous you felt. “Is there a–”

“Bathroom?” your usher finished for you. “Right around the corner. But I would make it quick.”

At least he had a friendly smile that put you at ease. If this person you were supposed to sleep with was anything like him then maybe you wouldn’t mind it, but you had a feeling that was not going to be the case.

You stumbled into the bathroom and untied the trenchcoat, letting it fall to your ankles. You pulled your panties down and sat on the toilet, relieving your bladder. Your legs trembled. Not even you placing your hands over your thighs could stop them. A chill ran up your spine. How long had you been in there? No, you just sat down. Not much time had passed. But you should get back quickly. Enji Todoroki and his son, Touya, would be waiting.

By the time you got back to your usher, they were still arguing in Touya’s room? Office? You weren’t sure whether or not it was a bed or a desk behind the closed door.

“You’re just in time,” your usher said. “Any minute now.”

He had probably been working for Todoroki Enterprises, Enji Todoroki specifically, for a long time, because as soon as he said that, his boss’s booming voice called for him.

“Yamamoto,” he said, “bring her in.”

Your usher, Yamamoto, opened the door to Touya’s office and you tentatively stepped in. The office was spacious. A cluttered desk sat center in the room. On the other side there was a small couch facing a flat screen TV, although you couldn’t see the screen from where you stood.

And then, there was Touya. A young man with dyed black hair and white roots springing up from the center of his head looked your way. He was quite attractive. He had a much more lean figure compared to his father. He wore a tight fitting black dress shirt that accentuated his muscles, but what really set him apart from anyone you had ever seen was his face. Beautiful teal eyes, much like his fathers, stared back at you. The piercings in his nose and over his lips reflected the light from overhead. He would have to be one of the most attractive men you’ve ever seen.

“What is this,” he asked. “Another marriage arrangement?”

“No,” Enji, you think you know him well enough by now to start referring to him by just his first name, sighed. “This is not a marriage arrangement. After all, you threw aside the last twelve options I’ve given you.” He seemed to mumble the last part. He cleared his throat and spoke again. “I have hired her to take care of any of your...needs, and in return I expect you to finally pick up your slack and take part in this company.”

Touya scoffed. “So what is she then? A hooker?”

You felt incredibly out of place, and you averted your eyes to the dark hardwood floors you were standing on. “I’m not a hooker,” you mumbled.

“What was that, sweetheart? I couldn’t really hear you.” Touya snickered as you flinched at the nickname.

“Touya, I expect you to treat her with dignity and respect while you two are enacting in your...activities.” Enji turned to Yamamoto and nodded. “With that settled, I will leave you two alone.”

He and Yamamoto walked out the door and left. That was it? He wasn’t going to assure your safety any more than that? You were left alone in a strange room with this man you didn’t know who you were supposed to fuck. And you were completely and utterly defenseless.

You wish you still had that pepper spray Mina handed you. You’re pretty sure you left it on her desk when you had your initial chat with Enji. If only you had thought ahead enough to remember to bring it with you.

“So what’s your name, doll?” Touya, who was now on the couch, asked. His cheek rested on his fist and a lazy expression was splayed across his face.

“(Y/n),” you said, turning to look at him.

“That your first name?”

You nodded.

He chuckled. “So, what did my old man pay you to do this for me? A hundred k? Two hundred?”

“Free college tuition.”

His eyes widened. “Wow. He must really want me to start taking part in this company.” Leaning back. He patted his lap. “Why don’t you come over and take a seat, sweetheart.”

You didn’t want to comply, but your legs moved on their own as they walked towards him. Your butt found its place sitting on his lap and you pretended not to notice his semi erect cock pushing into your cheeks.

“Aren’t you a little obedient one,” he teased. One of his hands rubbed down your exposed thigh and up your trench coat. He thumbed over the collar of the coat. “So are you gonna take this off for me, or do I have to be the one to take it off you?”

You shuddered and he chuckled at how nervous he made you. Touya emanated so much warmth but even under the trench coat you had never felt so cold.

“Lemme guess, this is your first time whoring yourself out?” He grinned like the fucking cheshire cat as you squeezed your eyes shut out of embarrassment. “Nothing to be ashamed of,” he said with a cocky grin. His thumbs trailed up to the tie on your coat and his fingers pulled it open. “And I gotta admit.” He pulled the sides of the coat off and let it fall off of your shoulders onto the couch. “My dad has got my type pegged down to the nail.”

You were now fully exposed to the man in front of you. Your black bra accentuated your bosom and if it weren’t for the end of the trench coat you were still sitting on, you would have been able to feel the rough material of Touya’s slacks rutting against your ass.

He leaned down to lick a long stripe against the skin peeking out of your bra. “Although I wouldn’t have pegged you as someone who is this compliant.” His hands traveled further up until his fingers were wrapped around your panties, tugging at the elastic keeping them up. He moved up to pepper kisses up your neck, and you let out a sharp gasp when he bit your ear lobe.

“Sorry,” you mumbled when he stopped to let out a laugh.

He moved you off his lap so you were sitting next to him. “You’re not used to this. I get it.”

And you let out a sigh of relief at hearing those words. He was less scary then you thought he’d be. His kisses were gentle up until he bit you and the way he stroked his fingers up and down your exposed skin was comforting in a way.

But just as soon as you began to relax, his eyes narrowed with an evil tint. His hand reached down to unbuckle his pants. “So let's start with you getting on your knees to suck at my cock, shall we?”

Your body was frozen. His demeanor changed in an instant. You didn’t know what to do.

“Come on, doll. I don’t like asking twice.” Now, his hand was making its way up and down his dick. It was bigger than any you had seen before, not that you had seen many to compare it to to begin with.

You stood up from the couch and made your way in front of him, bracing your hands on his thighs as you lowered yourself down.

“That’s it. Now why don’t you pick it up and give it a few good strokes.” He guided your hand towards his dick and stroked it with your soft palm. It took a few strokes before you managed to get a hold of the rhythm. “That’s it. Now why don’t you give the tip a little kiss, hmm?”

Give it a kiss? You didn’t know how to put your feelings in words. His dick was impressive in length and width. There was a series of piercings lining the underside and the thought of them inside of you made you squirm. You leaned your head down and gave the tip a kiss.

Touya smirked. “That’s a good girl. Now open your mouth, sweetheart.”

You parted your lips slightly only to have him grip your hair and shove your head down against his length. You gagged and tears sprung out of your reddening eyes as you tried to push up for your release.

“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t you want that free tuition? If you want it, you gotta earn it.”

Gripping onto his shaft with one free hand, you hollowed your cheeks and tightened the shape of your mouth.

As he hesitantly loosened his grip on the back of your head, you realized what kind of person he was. He liked to be in control at all times, he’s the kind of person to take what he wants, and you knew that the act of him giving you gentle kisses not even five minutes earlier was just a facade.

Running your tongue up his pierced dick wasn’t as horrid as you thought it would be. You almost smiled at the sharp inhale he took when you swirled your tongue around the tip and lowered yourself onto him fully, using one of your hands to grip his balls and the other to keep your balance against him.

Breathe through your nose, you had to remind yourself.

The soft grunts that Touya made and the way he squeezed your ass may have gone over your head. Especially when he snuck his fingers under your panties and began to prod at your little asshole with his middle finger.

It took you by surprise, and you almost clamped your teeth around his cock out of shock.

“Easy easy,” he said, lifting your head off of his member. He took a moment to stare at your ruined face. Drool and slobber spilled down your chin and your makeup, which had been slowly rubbing off throughout the night, was completely gone as your tears had dragged it across your cheeks. “Look at you, you fucking whore.”

He’s right. You were a whore, selling your body for free education. What was wrong with you? And what was wrong with him getting off on this?

You wanted to speak up, but he beat you to it. “Why don’t you bend over the couch, sweetheart. I’ll show you what guys like me do to little whores like you.”

You hated how you could feel a rush of pleasure between your thighs at his words. Nevertheless, you obediently made your way over to the arm of the couch as he stood up, and you leaned over it so your ass was in the air and stomach was pressed flat against the cushy material.

Touya ran his hands over the fabric of your panties before ripping them off, tearing them to shreds. “Don’t worry about it, doll. I’ll buy you a new pair.”

He fucking better. Lace briefs are expensive for how little skin they cover. But your thoughts on the prices of various pieces of lingerie were pushed out of your mind when you felt something wet prodding at your exposed cunny. His tongue pushed past your folds and lips sucked around your clit.

Your hips pushed into the side of the couch and he snickered at how much he was affecting you. He slipped his thumb into your hole and you squeezed around the digit. “You’re so tight. I’d have expected you to be a bit more worn out.” The pads of his fingered rubbed quick little circles into your clit as his tongue dragged up to flicker against your bumhole, which fluttered against his touch. “Never had anything up here before?”

You shook your head vigorously against the couch and squirmed around as he ate out your ass with the full intent to make you cum. His fingers picked up the pace and if you didn’t have the couch to support you, you were sure you’d collapse into a heap onto the floor. You were edging closer to your orgasm, so close, so damn close, and then he pulled away.

Touya removed his thumb from inside your hole and sucked it clean. He laughed as you mumbled something about being close to cumming, but you shut up when you heard him tossing his shirt aside and dragging his pants further down his thighs. “I gotta say, after every shitty thing my dad has done to me, I gotta thank him. This is the best present he’s ever gotten me after all.”

You didn’t have time to think about what he just said as he lined his dick up between your cheeks and slid it up and down, gathering up his saliva and bits of your vaginal juices. He wasn’t planning on shoving his whole dick up your ass, was he? You didn’t think you’d be able to take that without any lube, or at least without anything other than spit.

It was almost as if he was so in tune with your body that he could hear your thoughts. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t stick anything too big up there for now.”

For now? What did that mean?

He lined up his tip with your entrance and carefully pushed his way in. He thought to himself that he’d always remember the way you cried out in pain and pleasure as he snapped his hips forward once the tip was snuggly in place.

The way his piercing rubbed against your insides caused your toes to curl. Chills ran up your back and Touya rubbed a large palm over your spine to ease some of the pain.

He was raw and merciless as he pushed your head down into the couch cushions and thrusted into you at an alarming rate. You barely had time to catch your breath as he pushed balls deep inside of you.

Touya inched one of his fingers inside your tight little back hole to the first knuckle, and curled the digit up and down as you squeezed around him. He continued to push further and further in until you let out a sob of pleasure and the pace of his thrusts quickened.

Your body felt so hot yet so cold as you were pushed back and forth against the couch. It wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm build up again, but this time Touya didn’t stop. He wormed his finger around and continued thrusting into you until he felt you squeeze against him and your fluids gush out around him.

You laid limp against the couch as he pulled his finger out of your back hole and gripped both of your hips, continuing to thrust at a hard and fast pace until he came inside of you.

There was a moment of eire silence between the two of you as he settled down and pulled his cock out. You could hear him shuffling over to the other end of the room and typing something on his phone. “Yamamoto should be up with a towel to clean you up soon.”

You let out a groan of acknowledgement and sat up. Your body was still shaky, but not with nerves. You felt as though you had been thoroughly recked.

Touya couldn’t help but laugh at how pathetic you looked. “Was it worth the free college, babe?” he chided.

“Yeah,” you smiled to yourself. “Yeah it was.”

His smirk grew wider and a more devious glint in his eyes appeared. “Good. Now next time, let’s see if we can get something a little bigger in that back hole of yours.”

Your smile dropped and you could feel any contents in your belly churning around. “Next time?”

“What,” his eyes lowered in amusement. “You didn’t think this was a one time thing, did you? If you want that free college then you gotta earn it, doll.” He made big strides over to where you sat on the couch and gripped your chin, making sure you were staring into his bright teal and devious eyes as he spoke. “That was the best fuck I’ve had in weeks. I’m not planning on throwing you away any time soon, sweetheart.”