Like many stories, this one also began with a passionate night. It was one of the darkest nights of the year, with no stars to keep the moon company, while the giant glowing orb hid behind clouds.
Light drizzle fell on earth, almost fitting the young man's mood, though "man" was stretching it; he was a teenager in his late teens at best despite the fact he looked years older. It likely had to do with the glass of whiskey he tightly gripped in his hand. His eyes were downcast, wearing a distant expression as if lost in memories. They were reddened and slightly swollen, a clear sign of recent tears.
He was slightly unkempt, which only added to his appeal. The slight stubble he had, made him look older, his long black hair caught in an updo with tufts of hair escaping and his wrinkled all-black suit was slightly wet from the day's storm.
The door was slammed open and a beguiling woman entered the old and battered establishment. Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders, matching the intensity of her amethyst eyes. Much like the young man she too seemed to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. As she walked to the bar, she attracted the hungry stares of men, filled with lust and the empty promises of a fun night. She reached the bar stool beside the young man, took her seat, and dropped her coat unceremoniously on the stool next to her.
"Whiskey on the rocks," she ordered, her melodic voice seeming to echo in the quiet bar.
"Rough day?" the young man found himself saying without his consent.
She arched an eyebrow, her amethyst eyes dancing with a subtle hint of amusement. "You could say that," she replied, her gaze carefully assessing him. 'He looks younger than I expected,' she thought, intrigued by the enigma in front of her.
Usually, she wouldn't entertain failed attempts at flirting, but tonight she found herself in need of a distraction, and the fact that the man was appealing didn't hurt. She glanced at his almost empty glass and noticed his white-knuckled grip. "I'm guessing you're on the same boat?"
He leaned back slightly, a small smirk playing on the corners of his lips. "You could say that," he retorted, matching her response with a hint of mystery in his voice.
She leaned forward, mischief shimmering in her eyes. "Ah, a man of mystery, I see. Well, I do love unraveling secrets," she replied, her voice laced with a teasing undertone.
He tilted his head slightly, a playful smile spreading across his face. "Careful now, unraveling secrets can be a dangerous game," he warned, his tone filled with a mix of caution and allure.
She raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Oh, but danger has always been my middle name," she countered, a flicker of confidence in her voice.
He leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a seductive murmur. "Is that so? Then, tell me, what other secrets do you hide beneath that captivating gaze?" he asked, his eyes locked onto hers.
She leaned back, a coy smile gracing her lips. "Ah, now that would be telling, wouldn't it? Some secrets are meant to be discovered, inch by tantalizing inch," she replied, her words carrying a subtle invitation.
He chuckled, his gaze lingering on her lips for a moment before meeting her eyes once again. "Well, then, I suppose I'll have to embark on a journey of discovery," he said, his voice filled with a mix of intrigue and desire.
There was an undeniable spark between them, a silent invitation to continue their playful banter. They engaged in a dance of subtle flirtation, their words carrying double meanings, leaving room for interpretation. Each sentence held an underlying current of attraction, yet they masked it with a sense of intrigue and veiled intentions.
Despite the heaviness in both their hearts, they found themselves unable to hold back from their flirty banter. Both of them were in need to forget their pain, a temporary reprieve from the troubles that haunted them.
She ran a finger along the rim of her glass, her gaze lingering on his face. "So, what's your story?" she asked, her tone soft yet laden with curiosity.
He leaned forward, meeting her gaze with a mix of confidence and vulnerability. "Ah, my story is a tapestry of secrets waiting to be unraveled," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of mystery and humor.
She chuckled lightly, leaning in closer. "Well, I do love a good mystery," she murmured, her words carrying a subtle invitation.
His eyes darkened, briefly touched by a veil of sadness, before returning to their flirtatious twinkle. But a moment was all it took for the woman to realize the meaning behind those obsidian eyes; eyes that promised an untold story of pain and loss. "Maybe it would be for the best if the mystery remained just that; a mystery".
The woman could tell that the young man right in front of her was seeking solace in the bliss of an exciting night, she could relate to that. "Perhaps you're right... or perhaps I was trying to solve the wrong mystery," she told him still retaining that flirtatious twinkle in her eyes, making sure to convey through her expression that she wasn't dismissing him.
The man's smirk grew, and his stare turned hungry as he looked the woman over. "Oh?? And what is the right mystery to solve?" he said in a low voice, making the woman close the distance even more so she could hear him.
"What's under those clothes of yours?" she whispered in his ear, her breath warm against his skin, causing desire to surge through him, already feeling his pants tighten.
The man's eyes gleamed with a mix of intrigue and desire as he absorbed her whispered words. His body already reacting to her warm breath as his brain was playing catch up. His gaze locked onto hers, a playful challenge lurking within his expression.
"Oh, my dear, that's a mystery you'll have to earn the right to unravel," he replied, his voice low and husky, laden with promises. His fingers lightly grazed her arm, sending shivers down her spine as he leaned in closer.
Without breaking eye contact, he trailed a finger along the edge of her neckline, leaving a tantalizing path against her skin. The air crackled with anticipation as their flirtatious exchange escalated into a seductive dance.
The woman's breath hitched, her pulse quickening at his touch. A mischievous smile danced upon her lips as she met his gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of confidence and desire.
"Is that so?" she purred, her voice a silky whisper. "Well, let me assure you, I have a few secrets of my own waiting to be revealed, with every lingering touch."
With a swift movement, she lightly brushed her fingers along his thigh, teasingly tracing the outline of his growing desire. She used her other hand and reached at her chest swiftly pulling out a small hotel card "What do you say? Would you like to try and solve this mystery?" She told him as she was showcasing her room card, hunger all but obvious in her eyes.
The man's eyes widened with excitement as he took in her bold proposition. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips, and he leaned in closer, his voice laced with a hint of mischief.
"Only a crazy man would deny that offer," he replied, a playful spark in his eyes. The anticipation hung thick in the air as he reached out, taking the hotel card from her hand.
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The door at the hotel room was once more slammed open. Their lust had long taken over while on the elevator when the young man had boxed the woman, her back on the elevator's wall and his strong body squeezing her in a pleasant way. He had taken the initiative and closed the last few inches between them, locking his lips with her soft ones. She immediately kissed him back hungrily, earning a groan from him as a bolt of pleasure shocked his member.
Their kisses quickly took a more frantic turn, moaning when their tongues clashed. She gasped when the unnamed and mysterious man, emboldened by her enthusiasm, placed his hand on her breast. His thumb teased her nipple, slowly circling it and rubbing across the pebbled peaks, pinching gently when she mewled.
Quickly the elevator let a ding as they reached the woman's floor, she jumped and folded her legs around his waist, and the man instinctively caught her, deepening their kisses even more. He carried her to the room and all the while she kissed him all over. As they entered she drooped down, throwing off her high heels, her coat, and bag, the man followed suit, taking off his shoes and blazer, he only had time for that much as the woman was all over him with the same hypnotic hunger.
Well, the woman reflected as the man once again started teasing her nipples, he certainly seemed to know how to please a woman there…now she couldn't help but wonder how those fingers would feel further down, stroking her and teasing her.
She gasped and broke the kiss. She hadn't expected the young man to be such a teaser, She wasn't sure what he was doing, but whatever it was, it was definitely working! But it was also driving her crazy! She was done playing games
"I want you," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. Her fingertips traced a tantalizing path down his chest, igniting a fire within him. The man's breathing grew heavy, his own longing mirroring hers, as he surrendered to the electricity in the air.
"Do you want me?" she teased, her lips curling into a seductive smile. Her touch ventured further, venturing below his belt, eliciting a mixture of anticipation and pleasure. A desperate groan escaped his lips, a testament to the intensity of his desire.
Her laughter danced in the air, a mischievous sound that revealed her delight in his response. "It sure feels like you do," she taunted playfully, savoring the shared moment of undeniable attraction.
"Fuck, yes," the man breathed headily under her teasing ministrations. She began kissing him again with renowned passion while her fingers dug underneath his black shirt, lifting it up. He helpfully raised his arms and she tugged it off him, carelessly tossing it to the floor. She leaned in and began planting kisses on his newly exposed skin, relishing in his breathless sighs. She nipped at him, before running her tongue along his skin. When she carefully suckled on his neck, he let out a loud groan of pleasure, gripping her hips tightly, his fingers digging in. When she raised her head, he was still breathing heavily.
'You like that, huh?' she thought.
"Tell me, what exactly am I getting myself into?" She seductively whispered to him.
At this point, the man's brain had all but stopped working. He could barely register his reply.
"I suppose you will have to wait and see"
"I don't think I can anymore" She leaned in and pressed her lips to his. He felt her breath tickle his lips as she spoke. "Please, take mercy on me"
The effects were instant.
Within moments, the alluring woman found herself being firmly pinned against the wall, exclaiming with muffled excitement when he pressed against her and their lips met with renewed fervor. Empowered, his hands began to roam her upper body and when she let out a soft moan, he smirked with pride. Reaching for her dress he pulled it off of her, surprising her with his sneakiness. She hadn't even realized when he unzipped it.
He continued placing kisses on her neck, sucking her skin and leaving small love bites in his wake, while one of his hands was exploring her breast and the other worked hard trying to release them from their binding. His kisses traveled along her shoulder as he pulled down her bra, slowly, too slowly, he lowered his head further, drawing his lips down and across her chest. Earning a gasp as another intense flash of arousal pulsed almost painfully deep within the woman, yearning.
The man continue teasing her as he placed a hand on the same breast his lips were idolizing and his fingers were gripping and squeezing it. He began to rub his thumb around the hard peak, of her other breast before sucking that one as well while his other hand kept a firm grip on the previous one. He could hear her mewling and breathing heavily as he swirled his tongue around her nipple while his hand began caressing her teasingly. "Oh, fuck," she murmured. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, the aching need for pleasure and satisfaction was almost painful.
Her hands flew to his breeches. "Enough teasing" she begfully whispered. "Take them off." She palmed his length through his open trousers.
She assisted him in lowering them, sinking to her knees as she pulled them down to his ankles. The man placed a shaking hand atop her shoulder, to steady himself.
He took in a sharp breath as her fingers began to tug at his undergarments, brushing the sensitive flesh of his thigh.
Once he was free of his clothed prison, the woman smirked at him wickedly once more, wrapping her fingers around his decidedly pleasing, throbbing length. She parted her lips and licked them suggestively. Then without a warning, she took all of him, or at least as much of him as she could handle, in her mouth. Letting out a muffled moan as she began bobbing her head up and down his cock, running her tongue teasingly along his shaft.
He let out a low, deep moan as she began to tease the head of his cock with her tongue, sliding it around in tortuous circles. She parted her lips and took his tip into her mouth, her tongue continuing its sweet assault. When she began to slide her lips slowly down his shaft again, taking him deeper into her mouth, a pulse of intense pleasure burst through her. His hand on her shoulder tightened and she found herself trembling with excitement, a small fire started pulsing from her womanhood. Her desire already turning into a desperate need.
Apparently, she wasn't the only one suffering from that painful and raw need, because after a few moments, despite the man's profound enjoyment, he placed a hand on her head, holding her still.
She released him from her mouth and looked up at him questioningly.
"I don't want the night to end just yet," The man told her.
She raised herself to her feet. "We wouldn't want that now, would we?" she said with a smirk. His reply was his strong hands gripping her hips as she wrapped her arms around him, pressing their bodies together. "No need to worry about gentleness, I prefer it rough" she whispered sensuously.
He hummed in amusement. "Good"
He suddenly spun them around and pushed her back towards the bed, claiming her lips in a frantic kiss. She let out a cry of excitement as she found herself flat on her back, legs splayed with him atop her, pressing her into the mattress. She opened her legs more, cradling his hips between her thighs, trying to already welcome him.
She gasped as he slid easily into her then, finally filling the aching gap between her thighs.
He pushed in deeper, relishing the feel of her pinned beneath him, the sensation of her warm, thick wetness surrounding his cock. He took a moment to catch his breath before he slid out and thrust back in again with more force. The woman moaned below him, making his already throbbing cock positively beg for more.
He started to find his own rhythm as he sank into her again and again, and with each thrust, he drew a melodic gasp or moan from the most gorgeous woman he had met in his entire life, given he was only seventeen and soon to be eighteen, but still, the woman beneath him was easily the most seductive he had ever met, and he was friends with Midnight.
After a moment, he slipped slowly back out of her before suddenly thrusting sharply back deep inside her. She moaned even louder in surprise…and elation. He grinned. "Do you like that?" he muttered mischievously.
"Yes," she said in a strained whisper. She took hold of his chin and drew his face down to hers. He pressed his lips roughly to hers as he buried himself back inside her, all reservations gone. He began to thrust more quickly, as the woman was moaning and writhing beneath him in pleasure. He thrust roughly back into her, making sure to sink himself in deep, and making sure to do the same thing
Again
And again
And again
And again.
"Oh, fuck!" She gasped with a strained voice as his movements reached their peak, pounding into her. She was close, so close… Eventually, she cried out as she came, quivering with pleasure. The man himself groaned and cursed as he was shuddering atop her as he spent himself inside her.
They reveled in the euphoria, riding the peaks of pleasure for as long as they could, but soon, the spellbinding ecstasy began to wane. Their racing hearts gradually slowed, and they found themselves descending from the intoxicating heights, their breaths heavy and labored.
Slowly coming back to full awareness, almost absent-mindedly he rolled off her, relaxing on his back just beside her. Trying to calm their frantic breaths and regain full functions once again. Or at least as much as they could, the young man had more than one drink, now that he was coming down he was becoming aware of the massive headache coming his way.
"Not bad, kid," The woman remarked after a moment, still breathing heavily.
He could only nod silently beside her, not even registering her quip about his age.
Soon, too soon for his liking, his phone rang. As fun as tonight was it had to come to an end, as real life was knocking -figuratively and literally- at his door, or...well reality.
The school might have given them a few days off to mourn but his fucking parents were still incapable of functioning without him, he might sound like an ungrateful brat but his parents were alcoholics. He learned from a young age to stay clear when they were intoxicated, for his own safety, though it hadn't helped much.
He rolled off of the bed and started redressing, 'time to go back' he thought.
"As fun as this was, I have to go" he told the amazing woman at the bed.
"Too bad I was hoping for a second round" She quipped
"Trust me I want nothing more but..." he trailed off.
"When reality calls; you answer," She said helpfully.
He nodded and silently he put himself together, bidding her goodbye he disappeared into the hotel's dark hallways traveling the dark roads of Musutafu as the sun began to rise and paint the world to its orange and red hues.
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After a night filled with intense passion and a temporary escape from their troubles, the sun began to rise, casting its soft glow over the city. The woman awakened in a disheveled state, her mind still lingering on the moments shared with the young man. But as the morning light seeped through the curtains, her momentary respite came crashing down.
With a heavy heart, she reached for her phone and checked her messages, only to be met with the devastating reminder of her father's death.
Her father, a prominent and respected businessman, had succumbed to his battle with cancer during the night. The weight of grief settled upon her, intertwining with the lingering traces of desire and pleasure from the previous night.
While the world outside continued its usual hustle and bustle, she knew her life was about to change drastically. With her father's passing, the responsibility of the company fell upon her shoulders. The woman, still grappling with the emotions coursing through her, found herself thrust into a position of power and authority that she had never anticipated so soon.
Taking a deep breath, she rose from the bed and slowly made her way to the shower, allowing the water to wash away the remnants of the night before. The steam enveloped her, providing a brief respite from the weight of her new responsibilities. But as the droplets cascaded down her body, a determination stirred within her.
She made her way to the train station, her mind traveling at different speeds down memory lane. In times of happiness spent with her father and brothers, brothers that money and power turned them into strangers. Her twin brother becoming so corrupted with money and power that barely talked to her anymore, believing he should be the one to lead the company -she didn't doubt his capabilities what she doubted were his intentions, she had seen the shady people he had made contact with- as for her little brother, he spends their parents' money on women and possibly men, partying and drinking, their mother had to bail him out of prison multiple times not to mention the times he had to go to rehab.
She knew that her father planned to make her the CEO of the company. Suddenly, it felt too real. At barely twenty-four, was she truly ready to lead the company? The Fukumoto Industries is a global multi-million business that makes quirk support items, for heroes and civilians alike. They also specialized in quirk research, and the science behind quirks has barely scratched the surface, despite the fact that quirks appeared almost 200 years ago, as a science, it's still new and holds many mysteries.
It was a business built in blood, tears, and sweat, her father's blood, her father's tears, and sweat. Would she be able to live up to his expectations? But then again, what was the alternative? More dealings with the Mafia and villains? Earning more money by descending into darkness and risking the loss of everything her father built due to her brother's power-hungry march? or losing the business because of her immature brother with drinking problems and the inability to grow up?
A fire lit up inside her, she would make her father proud. If her brothers were blind to the company's needs then she would have to fill the ginormous shoes left behind by her father. She would have to become the support pillar of both the company and her mother.
The next day the paper's headlines were «Fukumoto Asami takes the ranes on the multi-million company, will she be able to lead the company forward or will she be holding it back?»
Dressed in a sharp business suit, Asami entered the grandiose building that housed her father's empire. The employees buzzed with a mix of grief and uncertainty, their eyes turning to her as she walked through the halls. The woman, now the chairman and CEO, carried herself with a newfound confidence, a resolve to honor her father's legacy and steer the company forward.
She settled into her father's opulent office, the room filled with mementos of his success and reminders of the man he once was. With each passing moment, her determination solidified. She would be the one to lead the company into the future, to navigate the intricate world of business and make her own mark.
However, deep down, she knew that the road ahead would be challenging. The weight of expectations, the complexities of running a multinational corporation, and the loss of her father loomed over her like dark clouds on the horizon. Yet, in the midst of it all, she couldn't help but recall the passion and connection she had shared with the young man, a temporary escape from the harsh reality that now confronted her. Suddenly her head started spinning and a spell of dizziness came over her, her breakfast threatening to come up.
She swallowed hard and fought back her sudden, uncomfortable sickness. It was her first day, and she had to be strong. A dizzy spell meant nothing.
As she sat behind her father's desk, her gaze shifted to a family portrait resting on a nearby shelf. Her father's proud smile reminded her of his unwavering belief in her abilities. She drew strength from his memory, vowing to honor his legacy and prove herself capable of leading the company with the same determination he had shown throughout his life.
With another deep and steadying breath, she picked up her phone and began making calls, rallying her team, and setting plans into motion. The journey ahead would be arduous, and there would be obstacles to overcome, but she was ready to face them head-on.
Almost two months later, she discovered that she would become a mother. Though she had considered abortion, she couldn't go through with it. She carried the child of a stranger, of a young man -possibly a teenager- and the only thing Asami could think of was the baby she would get to hold in her arms, the care and love she would give and receive. Her mother as surprised as she was at her daughter's carelessness she couldn't ask her to give the life she carried and so obviously started caring about. She remembered when her husband came and whisked her away from her home country, the Fukumoto matriarch was a young Korean woman at the time. Chae-Yeong met her beloved husband Daiki when he had just started doing business with Korea, at the time she was nothing but a coffee server, everything changed when she received his order. Lost in the shared passion she gave up on her life in Korea and moved to Japan, but much like her daughter, the first time she felt unconditional love was when she found out she was pregnant. The love a mother carries for their child is almost always unconditional.
Six months later Asami was holding her premature son in her arms, he was a bit early but otherwise, he was in perfect condition, he had baby black soft hair and his eyes even now was a carbon copy of his father's. An intoxicating obsidian, reminiscent of his father's pools of darkness, that she could still vividly recall after all these months.
It was the first time she felt so much love for one person.
Her mother stood beside her, cooing at her grandson.
"Nice to finally meet you Kurayami" she whispered to him.