Fate

Tokiya: "And now, shut up and let me shag you in the bathroom."
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“Fuck.”

At the sound of his voice, Fuuko lifted her head the next morning and looked at Tokiya standing in her kitchen, with her sprawled on her back on top of her small breakfast table. She blinked a couple of times to focus her eyesight, which had momentarily gone blurred after another one of his mind-numbing pounding. She felt his grip on both her spread out legs tighten, and he pulled out of her with a worried look on his adorable face. She raised her eyebrows. “Excuse me?”

“I said fuck.”

Fuuko weakly heaved herself up and he let go of her glistening legs. She slowly rolled off the table, wobbling a bit as she reached the floor with weak knees. She smiled at Tokiya and whispered in a raspy voice, “Well, that is what we’re doing, right?”

Tokiya blinked weirdly at her, as if he couldn’t believe what she was saying. “No, what I meant was…damn.”

She slithered her way towards him and slid her hands up and down his torso, leaning in close to give him sensuous licks on his chest. “What’s wrong, sexy…”

“Protection,” Tokiya said roughly, making Fuuko go stiff. “We haven’t been using any.”

Fuuko went numb and stopped what she was doing, while Tokiya stared into space. It took a while before he gently peeled her off him and she looked around at her messy apartment…at the mess they’d both made just last night. He’d driven her home with both their minds set on making love on her bed, and even then they couldn’t hold themselves back from each other. All the way to her apartment, she’d played with his lap and had pleasured his staff, and when his hand wasn’t on the wheel, she’d grab it and shove his fingers inside her wetness. His car would definitely need some serious cleaning.

The moment he’d parked outside her curb, they’d gone up to her room, not taking their hands off each other. They’d even almost lost control inside the elevator, and when Fuuko had finally shut the door to her apartment behind her, Tokiya had wasted no time in screwing her right by the door. The heavy jingling had caused her neighbor to give the door a loud bang, and they hungrily stripped each other’s clothes off and had left them strewn across the apartment, moving the heat to her room. Fuuko had pushed him down her bed and needless to say, it had squeaked pretty much the entire night.

She’d woken up naked the next morning on top of a similarly naked Tokiya, him still inside of her, asleep. She’d gone to her kitchen to fix them breakfast, but she never even got to preparing the plates, because minutes later, Tokiya had followed and she’d let him hammer her on her table.

And now, after the countless times they’d shagged each other, the issue of protection just came up. Why hadn’t they even thought of it before all this?

She cleared her throat and forced a smile onto her lips as she looked up at Tokiya, whose brows were furrowing in anxiety at her. A part of her felt a tinge of hurt at his expression, at the thought that he was afraid of impregnating her. Hadn’t he told her by his car last night that he wanted their thing to mean something? Hadn’t he meant that this wouldn’t be just wild animal sex to satisfy their urges? Hadn’t he admitted that his feelings for her had changed?

Had he said all those things just to get her to hunger for him even more, or was he simply just not ready to have a baby?

Convincing herself that it was probably the latter, she beamed up at him. “Don’t worry, Mi-chan…I…I’m not really ovulating yet, anyway.”

He cocked his eyebrows at her in doubt. “Are you sure…?”

No, I’m not, “Yes, I am,” she lied, grinning. “Now, if you’d just continue what you’d started…” She leaned towards him again and tiptoed to lick at his ear. She watched as his eyes slowly began to droop down at the pleasure of what she was doing, but then he cleared his throat and stepped away from her, glancing up at the kitchen clock.

“I should be getting to work,” he muttered, and it suddenly struck her that she was late for work as well. She bit her lip as he hurriedly left the kitchen, and she heard him rustling about all over her apartment, looking for his clothes scattered everywhere. She looked up at the time and cursed the fact that she was already two hours late for work. Why did Tokiya have to be so damn irresistible?

Minutes later, he reappeared in the kitchen wearing his disheveled clothes, his hand running through his long locks in a fluster. He looked awkwardly at her, and she at him, and Fuuko realized just how awful the dreaded “morning after” can be.

Finally, after a few more minutes of uncomfortable silence, Tokiya walked towards her and kissed her forehead. “See you after work,” he said to her, and with that, he left her apartment. Just like that.

Fuuko sighed heavily, letting his words sink in. “See you after work?” She wondered whether she should be offended or grateful. Not even an expression of affection or a sweet remark; just “see you after work”. Then again, she ought to be thankful he hadn’t just said, “see you.” At least she knew he was definitely going to call her and meet up with her again.

She shook her head and took a towel from the cupboard, deciding to call in sick and just revel in the afterglow of having had sex with the Mikagami Tokiya. What would the old gang say if they found out, and how would the two of them keep this up? Would they keep it up? Would Tokiya keep seeing her after having obtained what he wanted from her? Would he be willing, if in case she did get pregnant, to drop everything and leave his life just for her?

Why did she have a feeling that she already knew the answer?

Her heart sinking, she wiped her breakfast table clean of their cum, when she heard three short knocks on her apartment door. Frowning, she left the towel on the table and made her way to the door. Why would anyone be—

“Tokiya?” she exclaimed, her mouth gaping as she stared at the dangerous look in his eyes. “What are—“

She closed her eyes and moaned as he hungrily kissed her, the two of them stumbling inside. She pushed the door shut behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck, already growing wet again. Tokiya licked his way down her collar bone and she began shedding his clothes.

She groaned when he bit into her neck, and when she’d rendered him topless she panted out, “I thought you said—“

“Can’t wait that long,” he growled and carried her into his arms, leading her into her own shower. She giggled in excitement at his intentions, and at the memory of her wet dream, where Tokiya had said the exact same thing to her before shagging her in the bathroom. As he laid her down on the tub, she grinned at him. “Call in sick?”

He looked mischievously at her. “Hell yes.”


***
“Is this your idea of a joke?”

Fuuko licked her lips seductively and gave him a sly smile. “Does it feel like one?”

Tokiya gave a sudden jerk in his seat and Fuuko giggled at the adorable expression on his face. He was gritting his teeth and was giving her a livid “wait until I get you” look, and Fuuko felt more aroused than ever. “Fuu—oh god,” he bit his lip in a silent moan the moment Fuuko pushed her bare foot deeper into his clothed crotch, wiggling her toes underneath the dining table and grinning at Tokiya seated across from her. The fancy atmosphere of the high-class restaurant made her uncomfortable; she wasn’t used to high maintenance places like this. She was itching to get out of her cocktail dress, and she wanted nothing more than to have the man giving her a meaningful glare across the table to do the honors. She’d been teasing him under the table ever since they arrived, and it pleased her to see the arousal on Tokiya’s face.

She cocked a sexy eyebrow at him and continued to work her magic, until she could feel his throbbing length ready to pop. Tokiya swallowed heavily and the fire in his turquoise eyes burned hotter than ever. “Someone’s going to be severely punished later tonight,” he hissed at her, just in time as his clients came back from the restroom to rejoin them at the table.

“It’s been lovely, Attorney Mikagami, and we would have liked to stay for perhaps a shot of wine or two, but my wife says we ought to be heading home to check up on our son,” the bearded man smiled warmly at Tokiya, and Fuuko watched in amusement as Tokiya’s face quickly changed expressions. “Shiela can’t keep her eyes off Junior for more than an hour.”

Tokiya chuckled politely and Fuuko bit her lip to keep herself from laughing at the way he was behaving. “It’s not a problem, Mr. Williams. We can discuss your proposals perhaps at a more convenient time.”

“Thank you very much,” the wild-eyed woman beside Mr. Williams smiled as well, batting her long mascara-filled lashes. “We’ll be in touch.” She extended her hand to Tokiya, who stood up and shook it, along with Mr. Williams’.

“I’ll see you to your car,” Tokiya offered, but Mrs. Williams shook her head and giggled in a very girly manner. “Oh, no need to do that, dear. We’ll be alright on our own. You’re really quite a gentleman, darling,” she added, her eyes twinkling at Tokiya’s smile. “Why don’t you come over some time for a martini, maybe two…?” She asked coyly, letting her suggestive tone dangle and her hand rest casually on Tokiya’s chest.

Mr. Williams cleared his throat and gestured at Fuuko, who had risen as well. “You should really stay and enjoy the lovely Ms. Kirisawa’s company,” he said meaningfully to Tokiya, making Mrs. Williams blush.

“Good night, Mr. and Mrs. Williams,” Fuuko said, bowing to the two of them as they walked away. The moment they left the restaurant, she turned to look at Tokiya, and almost burst out laughing.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He cocked his eyebrow at her, and she started laughing then.

“’You’re really quite a gentleman, darling,’” she batted her eyelashes, imitating Mrs. Williams’ voice. “You’re lucky Mr. Williams is a patient man, Mi-chan. That woman has been coming on to you the whole night! And you, you sly devil,” she grinned, “since when were you ever in a pleasant disposition? That’s so not like you, dah-ling,” she giggled naughtily.

“She’s a client, for goodness’ sake. And a high-paying one at that,” Tokiya rolled his eyes at her.

Fuuko shook her head. “Asking you oh-so-subtly to come over like that…for a martini or two? How classic. And in front of her husband, too!”

Tokiya smirked. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous as hell.”

The cocky look on Fuuko’s face faded. “Wh-what? I am so not—“

“You know you want me all to yourself, Fuuko. You’ve been fucking seducing me the whole night, and you want nothing more than to moan and get all sweaty underneath me tonight.” He walked over to her side of the table, Fuuko stunned and blushing like crazy at his words. He grabbed her arm roughly. “And now,” he grinned evilly at her, “shut up and let me shag you in the bathroom.”


***
“That’s not possible.”

“I’m telling you,” Fuuko shrugged cockily, leaning back against the sink of the women’s bathroom in The Clam the next day. “If you don’t want to believe me, it’s your call.”

“But that’s not possible,” Yanagi repeated. “I mean, someone must’ve reported the two of you, right?”

“I bet anyone who heard or saw us got too horny that they just decided to watch instead,” Fuuko grinned widely. “It was a free live show.”

Yanagi giggled. “I’m soooo happy for you. I mean, after all this time…He finally came through. I can still remember the shock I felt the day you told me what happened between you two a year ago. And now…”

“I know,” Fuuko sighed, her eyes glazing over. “And he’s still so sexy it hurts. I just love how frail I am with him…and how masculine yet gentle he is every time he takes me…and the positions! Oh god the positions he places me in…yesterday he had me pinned against the restroom stall door, my breasts squished against it as he took me from behind…harder and harder…faster and faster…and all I could do was arch my head and scream at the top of my lungs because god, he was just so incredibly big and hard inside my tightness and every thrust sent me to heaven. Out of the corner of my eye I could see people coming in and leaving right away, terrified and horny at the same time. I knew everyone could hear my moans and cries of his name; I knew they were all sticking their ears to the restroom door, jacking off on their own. Somehow the idea of putting on a hell of a show for everyone turned me on even more. And as if he was reading my mind, he turned me to one side, grabbed my leg and lifted it onto his shoulder, hammering me like a wild animal. I swear; I couldn’t even feel myself in this world anymore. I came like a broken dam and I can’t even begin to describe the pleasure I felt…plus my pussy was out there in the open for everyone to see thanks to him lifting my leg up, and I could’ve sworn I flushed out all the juices I had in me. I was so effing exhausted, but I wanted him to keep pounding me…over and over again…I didn’t want him to stop…”

Yanagi took a moment to shake herself away from her own sexual fantasy, as Fuuko regained the color in her eyes and the clouded visions of ecstasy faded away. Her chest was heaving, and her nipples were protruding like deadly weapons. Yanagi grinned. “Slut.”

They both chuckled their way out of the restroom and returned to their table. “It won’t be long now. Just stay put and I’ll meet him when he arrives,” Fuuko said slyly.

“Of course,” Yanagi smiled. “I’ll just be here, waiting to call your bluff.”

Fuuko laughed heartily. “I’m not bluffing! But say what you want. This is the reason I brought you here anyway—to prove my point. Oh my god, he’s here,” her eyes widened and she straightened her clothes, standing up. “Watch and behold.”

Yanagi gave her a thumbs-up signal as she walked away from their table, hurrying to greet Tokiya by the door to the food chain. Yanagi watched as Tokiya smiled unusually wide when he spotted Fuuko, and she almost squealed when she saw him bend down to give Fuuko a luscious kiss. Fuuko wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened their kiss, then she whispered something in his ear that made him do something Yanagi couldn’t believe—both his hands reached down and squeezed Fuuko’s ass, making her giggle. Tokiya then titled Fuuko’s face and started licking her neck, and the people around them started ogling them in wonder and disgust at how they were getting it on right by the entrance. Fuuko turned her face towards where Yanagi was sitting, still letting Tokiya devour her neck. She gave Yanagi a “what did I tell you” wink, before she pulled away gently and said something to Tokiya that made him laugh. Laugh, for goodness’ sake. Yanagi shook her head in amazement, watching as he took Fuuko’s hand in his and led her out of the door, giving her a sweet kiss on the forehead.

And as they disappeared around the corner, Yanagi wasted no time in flipping her phone open to call Recca.