She’s been flirting with Marty Scurll all afternoon— there’s some kind of language barrier between them, because her English isn’t the best and neither is his Japanese. In fact, his Japanese is limited to ‘hi’, ‘how are you’, and ‘I like birds’, which she doesn’t understand but doesn’t question (he tells her later that it was the first phrase he was taught).

But she knows she’s in for it. Evil has been staring at her— glaring at her— during it all, and there’s an unspoken conversation they have over catering later; her punishment? It’s not going to be pretty.

She can’t help herself, though… Marty is a very attractive man and Takahashi, who she’s the closest with from LIJ, enjoys the man’s company when they’re not wrestling each other.

“Mai, come. We’re going.”

Evil demands her like a pet. A dark flush colours her cheeks and she obeys him without question, smiles bashfully at Marty and Hiromu because she knows they’ll finish their conversation about English villains later. Marty gives Hiromu a questioning glance, but the Japanese wrestler just raises his shoulder. This is normal, the movement says, this is Evil.

There’s a moment between their silent ride home where Evil rests his hand on her bare thigh. He squeezes, hard, and Mai digs her nails into her palm to stop from yelling. But the action isn’t what scares her. It’s the silence.

“Evil…”

“Shut up.”

A yelp falls from her mouth when he drags her into the apartment by her hair, tosses her into their room so harshly that she lands on her hands and knees. The door slams shut and Mai watches as Evil rips off his button down, soft muscles tensing with the movement and showing a strength she doesn’t have any chance of fending off.

“Was your plan to flirt with him until I couldn’t take it?” Evil asks, and he rips the belt from his jeans before slamming it into the floor like a whip. Her entire body recoils away from the sound in fear. “Was your plan to fuck him while I wasn’t looking?”

“No, no, Evil, please— we were just talking—“

“Don’t lie to me, Mai!” Yells Evil, and he blames the belt down on the floor again, this time closer to her, and this time much, much harder. “Tell me! What did you expect to happen when we got home? That I’d just roll over and not react?”

Tears start to well in her eyes. “Evil, stop— please, you’re scaring me—“

“Goddamn right, you should be scared of me!” Evil yells at her. He throws the belt against the ground and then his mouth is down by her ear, knees and arms caging her beneath him. “Who’s in control?”

Mai’s breath stutters, and she has to coach herself to say, “…you.”

“That’s right; I’m in control. Not you. You flirt when I tell you to. You look at another man only when I tell you to. You breathe when I tell you to. Do I make myself fucking clear?”

She’s nodding before she can do anything else, and then he’s dragging her up onto the bed, pushing her stomach down onto it before ripping up her dress. Her panties are pale pink and do little to conceal how her body is reacting to his dominance.

“Look at you, you filthy little slut; you’re so fucking wet. I’ve not touched you and you’re already begging me.”

Blue and purple hair fall into the line of her vision as he leans over the length of her body. His hard length grinds into her ass and Mai whimpers, bites her lip. She’s torn halfway between feeling ashamed and dirty.

Evil lets his teeth graze the top of her ear. “You’re not going to come until I tell you to, okay? You’re going to take it until I decide I’ve had enough. Nod your head if you understand.”

She nods her head.

Evil pulls her panties down her thighs and without any prep, he pushes into her until there’s nothing left. Mai moans loudly at the feeling and tries to adjust but has no chance— the pace Evil sets as he pounds into her almost shifts the bed out of its spot. Every thrust he bottoms out, every thrust she cries in the shock of it.

“Who do you belong to?” He yells, slapping her ass, and Mai yells in shock and pain and pleasure and she’s starting to lose track of what she’s feeling and where she’s feeling it.

“I can’t— I can’t—“

“Who do you belong to?!”

“You! I belong to you!”

His hands fall to her hips to bring her back into his thrusts, and the movements are so harsh that she’s screaming, begging him to let her finish— and as soon as he gives her permission, her own fingers find the bundle of nerves at the base of her spine. She screams with her release. Her body shakes almost violently and she doesn’t even feel Evil pull out, but then he’s flipping her over and pumping his cock and she knows what to do. Evil comes into her mouth, hot liquid spilling over her tongue. He’s swearing, hairs raising over his skin.