Sin
Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia.
Warnings: Sex Work, Drug Use, Violence, Angst, Injury, Hurt/Comfort
Pairings: FemOC x Dabi, Shigaraki x Toga, Dabi x Toga, MaleOC x FemOC, MaleOC x Hawks, Hawks x Miruko, Midnight x Mt. Lady, Togata x Hadou, Togata x Amajiki, Amajiki x Hadou, Togata x Amajiki x Hadou, Toga x Deku, MaleOC x Deku, FemOC x Aizawa
Plot: Midnight and Miruko own a nightclub called SIN, where heroes and villains alike gather to spend their leisure time.
Companion Series to Bliss.
(Sin takes place approx. 4 yrs before the events in Bliss.)
All characters have been aged up +9 years.
Eri is currently 16, and a Student at UA.
OCs: Dmitrii (Demeter), Aleksandr (Leksei), and Mikhail.
Ch 02: Undulate
Togata inhaled softly, biting his lip and stroking his cock slowly, his eyes fixed on the two dancers entwined before him. "That's it. Just like that, Diva. You look so pretty riding Sun."
Hadou moaned sweetly at his praise, rocking down against Amajiki's lap, the boy behind her panting lightly with effort. His VIP clients often requested private performances including various attributes of his quirk, but it was rare that he was asked to indulge a client at this level. Then again, he'd do just about anything for Togata. He was Amajiki's favorite client, and he had been coming to SIN to visit Hadou for years. Hadou was happy to play along with anything Togata requested, eager to please, putting on a show with Amajiki almost every weekend for their mutual client. He always tipped them exceptionally well.
"Ah! Sunny, please!" She whined and rocked her hips, Amajiki groaning and panting softly against her ear, the tentacles wrapped around her thighs and arms tightening, each sucker leaving bright red marks against her pale skin. Her breasts bounced as she squirmed against his lap, taking in every inch of his cock as he bucked up into her quickly, feeling her tightening around him, nearing her release. "Yes! Yes! Ah, I'm so close!"
Amajiki looked to Togata, the blonde man groaning softly and teasing his thumb over his slit, spreading precum down his shaft and fucking into his slicked fist, chuckling breathlessly and nodding. "Yeah, Sun. Make her cum. Diva, look at me. You gonna cum for us, baby girl?"
Hadou gasped and nodded eagerly as Amajiki quickened his pace, wet slaps sounding between them along with soft popping noises as his suckers detached and shifted position. His slick, thick tentacles lifted her legs higher, spreading her thighs wide so Togata could see everything, several more tentacles wrapping around her waist and curling around her breasts, squeezing tightly. "Please! Please, Mirio! Let me cum! Let me cum! Ah!"
"Yeah baby girl, fuck you're so pretty." He moaned and bucked roughly into his fist, panting as his other hand grasped the edge of the chair beneath him desperately, his hips jerking as he spilled over his hand. "Cum for me, Diva! Cum for me! Say my name!"
"Mirio! Mirio! Fuck!" She arched back against Amajiki as she came, squeezing rhythmically around him as he groaned softly against her ear, shuddering as he came as well, breathless as he released inside of her. She whined softly at the feeling, giggling softly as Amajiki kissed at her shoulder gently, turning her face to glance back and catch his eyes, his quirk still holding her in place.
"You two are beautiful together." Togata sighed, smiling as he reclined back against his chair, watching them with a satisfied smirk. "Keep holding her just like that, Sun. I want to keep that image for just a while longer. Beautiful."
Amajiki nodded and kissed Hadou's shoulder again, whispering softly, "I'm not holding you too tightly?"
"No, it's good." She whispered back, tilting her head back and kissing his cheek, giggling softly at his blush. "Don't worry, if he asks for another round I can handle it."
Amajiki nodded slowly, flexing his tentacles against her soft skin and listening to the little sounds she made as she squirmed against him, Togata watching them and stroking his cock absently, his eyes half-lidded as he watched.
Shindou glanced between the curtains briefly before turning away again, his eyes drifting across the lounge floor, focusing on the center stage for a few moments before flitting towards the front doors. It was still early, most of the dancers had yet to arrive. Mikhail was leaning against the edge of the bar, chatting back and forth with a couple of patrons before stepping away to mix drinks, a few girls giggling as they watched him, whispering to one another. Shindou glanced away, refocusing on the catwalks and locating Toga wandering through the crowd. She was serving drinks to a small group gathered around a table directly before the catwalks, gesturing to the dancers on stage and waving her hand with a flourish, laughing merrily. Shindou felt a little smile curve against his lips before his eyes drifted to the side door beside the bar, noticing a few more dancers drifting in. The twins had just arrived.
Aleksandr and Dmitrii paused beside the bar to greet their older brother before heading towards the dressing rooms backstage, Shindou watching them with interest. The two newest additions to their dance repertoire were still relatively shy when it came to socializing, though Takami and Toga did what they could to include the twins in routines and introduce them to clients. The dancers looked out for one another. They were all rather close. The environment was easy going and friendly, intimate even. It was interesting to see the twins opening up and beginning to explore their new environment on their own.
A client Shindou recognized as one of Toga's regulars entered the club once the twins were out of sight, the petite blonde glancing up and noticing him immediately, stepping over to him and offering her cheek with an impish smile. He had someone else with him, a younger boy Shindou didn't recognize, his green hair and freckled cheeks standing out amongst the surrounding crowd, his eyes wandering across the spacious lounge in wonder. It must be his first time here.
Shindou glanced over his shoulder as he heard Hadou gasping and moaning, peeking through the curtain once again to check on the dancers within. He chuckled softly, shaking his head, returning his eyes to the main room. The things Amajiki could do with his quirk were almost limitless. It was a wonder the shy, reserved boy didn't have more clients, though with Hadou sharing scenes with him it wouldn't be a surprise if their VIP list started to grow.
The bouncer shifted his weight, recrossing his arms the opposite way and scanning the lounge, watching the patrons at the bar before noticing the freckled boy again. Toga was with him, ordering him a drink, Mikhail nodding and offering a friendly smile before preparing their order, her regular client watching nearby with a sultry smile. He was almost certain Toga would request the VIP lounge next. The tips this particular VIP client left for her on the regular were enough to cover a typical dancer's monthly tips in one night. She had hit the jackpot with that one. Luckily for the other dancers, Toga liked to share.
His eyes caught movement on stage, turning to see the twins stepping out under the spotlight, dancing together in tandem before breaking apart to go to opposite ends of the stage, strutting down the catwalks and greeting the tables before them, the clientele watching them both with awe. They were beautiful together, tanned skin, caramel-blonde curls, vivid blue eyes. Their older brother was beautiful as well, the only notable difference being his emerald green eyes and his impressive height. The twins were identical. When they had first arrived, before Aleksandr had cut his hair, they were impossible to tell apart.
He heard footsteps approaching from behind, reaching for the curtain and pulling it back to allow Togata to step through, the blonde man giving him a little nod and descending the stairs to the ground floor, Shindou glancing back into the VIP lounge and setting his sights on Hadou and Amajiki. They were still entwined together atop the large plush blanket stretched out across the floor, kissing slowly, Hadou panting softly and shivering as Amajiki began carefully withdrawing his quirk. Her skin was covered in various sized sucker marks, the fabric beneath them soaked. Shindou exhaled quietly through his nose and stepped into the lounge to help them clean up. There were other VIP clients to attend to. The night had barely begun.
Dmitrii pushed herself up from the catwalk, flattening her palms against the platform and arching up over the edge, the man before her inhaling softly, his face bright red. The companions surrounding him cheered and patted his shoulders encouragingly, one of them reaching forward and offering several large bills, Dmitrii smiling and nodding while climbing down off of the catwalk, straddling the blushing patron's lap. He was shaking as she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in close and saying against his ear, "Hi there, I'm Demeter. What's your name?"
"Iida." He managed to stammer, the boys surrounding him cheering as Dmitrii started rolling her hips in a slow rhythm, reaching up and carding her fingers through her client's dark hair.
"That's a nice name," She murmured against his ear, feeling him shudder at the sensation of her breath against his skin. "Is that what you want me to call you while I dance for you?"
He swallowed thickly as Dmitrii reached for his hands, guiding them to her waist, pulling back and meeting his eyes, his glasses partially fogged. "T-Tenya." He squeaked, and Dmitrii bit her lip to keep from giggling too much, her hands moving up to carefully remove his glasses, offering the spectacles to the boy sitting to her right before returning her attention to the man before her.
"Tenya. Is it alright if I touch you?" She asked, leaning in a little, feeling his grip on her waist tighten, his fingers twitching against her glittery skin.
"Y-Yes please?" He replied breathlessly, Dmitrii carding her fingers through his hair once more before starting to roll her hips down a bit more purposefully, her other hand guiding Iida's sweaty palm down her thigh, giving him permission to touch. He let out a soft whimper, swallowing thickly, meeting her eyes with a fierce blush. "You're so soft…"
She giggled lightly, leaning in and kissing his cheek, the companions watching them cheering as she whispered against his ear, "You're so sweet. I'm going to turn around now so I can dance for you. You'll let me know if you want to see more?"
"Yes ma'am." He whispered reverently, pulling back his hands a bit so Dmitrii could shift positions, turning in his lap to rest back against him, guiding his trembling hands to her hips once more and matching the rhythm pounding overhead as she started her lapdance.
Aleksandr watched her from the nearby catwalk he was performing on, climbing higher on the pole and locking his legs before arching backwards, looking out across the lounge and spotting Takami near the bar. He was talking with Mikhail, flirting as always, his wings fluffed up a bit as the bartender offered him a drink. The dancer watched him with heavily-lidded eyes, leaning over the counter to whisper something, Mikhail chuckling heartily. Aleksandr allowed himself to slide down the length of the pole before tightening his grip, coming to a stop and hovering in the air while gliding his hands down his body, then twisting to grab the pole and pull himself upright, letting his platform heels touch the floor.
He turned towards the petite blonde dancer who was making her way towards the catwalk, grinning up at him and beckoning him closer with a curl of her fingers, Aleksandr pausing his dancing briefly to listen to her request. His eyes widened a little, pulling back to meet her eyes, Toga nodding and gestured towards the other end of the bar, Aleksandr recognizing her typical VIP client and another boy beside him. He was smaller, shorter and likely younger than the man standing beside him, his dark green hair almost the same color as his eyes. He was watching them intently, a low sultry smirk curling up his lips as he said something over his shoulder, his companion grinning as well and quirking a brow. They must be waiting to see if he would accept their invitation.
"Leksei?" Toga asked again, tilting her head to the side and glancing towards Dmitrii, "I would ask your sister, but she seems rather preoccupied at the moment." She met his eyes again, giving him a little smile. "It's up to you. I know you've never been to the lounge before, but what happens there is entirely dependent on what you're comfortable with. If nothing else, you could keep Dabi company while I put on a show?"
Aleksandr nodded, pushing up from the floor and climbing down from the catwalk, following behind Toga as she wove through the crowd, waving to patrons who glanced her way now and then. She was amazing at social interactions. Aleksandr, not so much. He was quiet when she stopped before her clients, gesturing towards the younger dancer at her side, smiling over at him brightly.
"Demeter is right in the middle of something, but Leksei would be happy to join us if that's something you might be interested in?"
The smaller client hummed softly, tracing the rim of his glass and grinning as he nodded. "Remarkable resemblance, and such pretty eyes. Your sister?" He asked, nodding back towards the stage.
"My twin." Aleksandr replied, his tone friendly as he focused on the client before him, offering a little smile. "I am happy to be of service to you. Shall we take this upstairs?"
"Ooo yes! Wait until you see the VIP lounge, Deku!" Toga reached out for his hand, linking her arm with his and guiding him towards the stairs, Aleksandr following after her. They stepped past Shindou, the lounge beyond the curtain dimly lit and unoccupied, Toga leading Deku towards the table tucked against the far side of the room. She looked up when her other client approached, Dabi stepping past Aleksandr and sliding into the booth opposite of Deku, smiling over at her with a little nod. Toga turned to focus her attention on Deku, and Aleksandr stepped over to Dabi's side, just about to sit down with him when the younger client spoke.
"Actually, now that we are all here," He looked across the table, smiling over at his companion, "I was hoping I might be able to spend a little time with Leksei? I'd like to get better acquainted."
Toga giggled a little, obviously trying to mask her surprise, glancing towards Dabi and Aleksandr, giving the other dancer a questioning look. "Deku, sweetie, Leksei doesn't usually host the lounge. I'm not sure he'd feel comfortable-"
"I understand." Deku replied, meeting Toga's eyes. "All the same, I'd like him to sit with me. Perhaps you could put on a bit of a show for us with Touya?"
Toga was quiet for a moment, glancing towards the other dancer again. Aleksandr hesitated only a moment, then nodded, stepping over to Deku's side and trading places with Toga, slipping into the booth beside him while Toga crawled into Dabi's lap. She leaned up and kissed Dabi's cheek, the older client petting her side and kissing her shoulder, his turquoise eyes glancing across the table to meet deep malachite. "You're sure this is how you want to play things, boss?"
"Oh I'm quite sure." Deku laughed softly, wrapping his arm around Aleksandr's waist and tugging him a little closer, the younger boy shifting onto his lap. "Go on then, let me see how well you can perform together. I'm sure it's quite the sight."
Aleksandr tried to relax back against Deku's chest, the man chuckling softly and nuzzling against the curls at his nape, his lips tracing across the dancer's warm skin. "You've never hosted before? Well that's quite alright. I've never visited this establishment before, so in that regard we are alike, wouldn't you say?"
Aleksandr nodded, glancing over his shoulder and meeting his eyes, holding his gaze for a moment before glancing towards Toga and Dabi. The petite blonde was squirming in his lap, gasping as Dabi loosened the ties at her shoulders and hips, revealing the shimmering glitter across her breasts and kissing at her neck gently. "Touch yourself for me?" He whispered softly, Toga licking her lips and lifting one hand to cup her breast, kneading and teasing at her nipple while her other hand flattened down her stomach, dipping below the table and out of sight, sliding her fingers into her pussy. "Good girl, let Deku hear you."
Deku's hands wandered up Aleksandr's sides, the younger boy shivering and arching back against his chest as his client rolled his hips against his ass, pressing his arousal between his cheeks. "Will you let me touch you a little, doll?" He whispered against his ear, his tongue darting out to tease the shell. "I like to play while I watch."
Aleksandr tensed a little, glancing back over his shoulder, considering his request. "You're rather bold, aren't you?" He asked in a teasing tone, rolling his hips against Deku's lap. "Are you really his boss? Is that why it seems like you're used to getting your way?"
Deku chuckled at that, his eyes gleaming as he took Aleksandr's hips and rocked up against him a bit rougher than before, the dancer gasping softly and blushing, searching his eyes. "I am most certainly his boss, yes." His breath teased at the younger boy's ear, his voice going low enough to hint at a growl. "You're also right, I am used to getting my way." One of his hands wandered across Aleksandr's inner thigh, tracing up towards his cock, the dancer shivering and gasping softly at that first touch. "It seems like you're enjoying the idea of it, pretty little pet. If you ask nicely I may let you suck my cock."
"Ah! Touya!" Toga moaned out sweetly, whining and arching back against Dabi's broad chest as he pressed his cock inside her, holding her gently while she rolled her hips and quickly started bouncing in his lap.
"Or you could take me like that." Deku whispered, tracing over his cock with a bit more pressure, his fingers wrapping around him through the soft fabric of his boyshorts, chuckling softly as Aleksandr twitched against his palm. "Is that what you want? You want me inside you?"
"You couldn't afford me." Aleksandr quipped teasingly, gasping despite himself, Deku palming him through his shorts slowly, kissing his neck and grinding between his pert cheeks.
"Oh I assure you, I can. I can afford anyone in this place." He reached up with his free hand, turning Aleksandr's head to the side, searching his eyes. "Let me fuck you tonight, and I'll take you out tomorrow and let you have whatever shiny new toy you'd like from the lot across the street."
Aleksandr's eyes widened and he couldn't stop the laughter bubbling up in his chest, breaking away from Deku's eyes and leaning over the table, shaking his head and trying to calm down enough to respond. Dabi and Toga had paused their movements, watching the two across from them curiously, Aleksandr wiping at his eyes carefully, trying not to smudge his eyeliner. "You're going to buy me a Ferrari? Seriously? You could at least try to come up with a more believable lie. That's just embarrassing."
Dabi tensed, Toga arching her brow and reaching across the table for Aleksandr's hand, squeezing tightly and shaking her head, glancing towards Deku. Aleksandr frowned, looking back at the man behind him, confused as to why Toga looked suddenly so afraid. The silence was heavy for several long moments before Deku started to chuckle, his laughter growing to something almost maniacal as he wrapped his arms around Aleksandr's waist, tugging him back against his chest again. "You have no idea who I am, do you babydoll? That's cute." He turned Aleksandr's face gently, searching his eyes, a dark gleam in his irises and a dangerous look flashing across his face. "My real name is Midoriya Izuku."
Aleksandr frowned a little, wondering why that name sounded familiar, Toga's grip on his hand tightening for a moment before she said hesitantly, "Deku, sweetie. I'm sorry, I didn't have a chance to explain things before. Leksei and his sister are new here, they haven't encountered very many members of the League prior to tonight."
"The League?" Aleksandr whispered, glancing from Toga to Dabi, then back over his shoulder, the pieces suddenly clicking into place. "You're-"
"The Leader of the League of Villains." Deku finished for him with a little chuckle, his eyes narrowed into slits, green lightning dancing across his fingertips and tingling where he petted across the dancer's bare skin. "That's alright, darling. Don't worry. I'll give you a free pass this time. Just this once." Aleksandr shivered, Deku petting at his hips and kissing at his shoulder before meeting eyes with Dabi, nodding his head. "As you were."
The tension faded from Dabi's shoulders and he returned his attention to Toga, the petite blonde gasping softly and reclining back against his chest, closing her eyes and moaning as he bucked into her, building a steady pace. Aleksandr shivered as Deku kissed his shoulder, biting his lip as the older boy's hand traced over his cock again, palming him gently.
"So?" Deku teased, his other hand slowly wrapping around Aleksandr's throat. "Shall we have some fun?"
Shindou glanced away from the interior of the VIP lounge, looking down at Dmitrii as she approached. She looked to the closed curtains, then to the bouncer again, taking another step closer and leaning in to whisper quietly, "Is my brother with Toga?"
Shindou hummed quietly, replying to Dmitrii's worried expression, "He's alright. I'm keeping an eye on them. You can trust me."
Dmitrii nodded, her curls bouncing on her shoulders, wrapping her arms around herself and looking towards the bar, exhaling softly. "When he's finished, will you tell him to come find me?"
Shindou nodded, giving her a little smile. "Of course."
She returned his smile, stepping back down to the ground floor and making her way over to the bar, Mikhail greeting her and leaning across the counter to kiss her cheek. "How's my best girl? I saw you were having a bit of fun with that bachelor party earlier. Did they tip you well?"
She hummed and pulled a small stack of bills from her bra cup, offering it to Mikhail discreetly, her older brother carefully tucking it away in his back pocket. He turned from her and started mixing her a drink, Dmitrii reclining back against the bar and surveying the crowd, her eyes widening as she saw one of the owners of the club approaching. She had only met her once before, but the woman was simply breathtaking. Dark skin, long flowing white hair, and tall rabbit ears tilting towards whoever she was speaking with, cheery laughter ringing from her throat. When Mikhail returned to her, offering her the cocktail he'd prepared, she leaned in and whispered softly, "That's Usagiyama Rumi, isn't it?"
"Yes, you met her before, remember? She was here with her partner for your debut." He crossed his arms as he rested against the countertop, gesturing towards the dancer at her side. "Takami is Usagiyama's submissive. They do BDSM scenes together. Their performances have been known to draw quite the crowd."
"BDSM?" Dmitrii asked curiously, taking a sip of her midori sour.
Mikhail hummed an affirmative. "She and Kayama run both SIN and their own private studio, and also host BDSM events on the weekends at the kink community dungeon downtown. It's exclusive access to SIN patrons only, though now and then someone from the outside will be invited into the fold." He gestured to the man who came to stand at Usagiyama's side, his long dark hair falling in waves across his shoulders. "That's Aizawa, you'll see a lot of him as well. He's been friends with Usagiyama and Kayama since they were in the hero academy together."
"Heroes…" Dmitrii mused softly, taking another sip of her drink, smiling over at Takami when the winged dancer caught her eye, giving her a bright smile. "I suppose I should be more accustomed to the idea of heroes and villains being amongst us here at the club. This place is neutral ground for both sides. I wonder if I've danced for a hero or villain before…"
Mikhail chuckled softly, shrugging and stepping back from his sister's side. "It's very likely. I believe Toga typically hosts villains, so the VIP clients you entertained before…"
Dmitrii nodded, turning to follow her brother with her eyes as he stepped away, finishing her drink and calling after him cheerily, "I'll stop by again after another dance, Mishka!"
"Alright, Dima. Enjoy!" He waved to her as she set her glass aside and walked towards the stage, smiling and waving at a few girls she passed, startled when a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, turning to see Usagiyama had stopped her.
"My my, look at you all dolled up this evening!" The woman pulled back her hand, perking her tall ears towards the dancer, Dmitrii blushing and smiling up at her shyly.
"It's nice to see you again, Miss Usagiyama." She greeted, glancing over at the man who stepped up to her side. He watched her quietly, Usagiyama grinning over at him before glancing down to Dmitrii once more.
"Demeter darling, this is Aizawa Shouta." She took a money clip from inside her blouse and opened it, thumbing through several bills and offering them to the surprised dancer. "I want you to take him to your dressing room for a private dance, since the VIP lounge is occupied." She glanced towards Aizawa, adding with a little smirk. "He knows to keep his hands to himself, and he will act the perfect gentleman while you two are alone. I promise you." She looked down at Dmitrii, her red eyes reflecting the shimmering stage lights. "Would you consent to entertaining him? For me?"
"Yes ma'am." Dmitrii replied with a shy smile, the woman slipping the folded money into her bra and stepping back to allow the dancer to take Aizawa's hand, tugging him along behind her gently as she stepped around the stage and headed towards the dressing rooms. The hallway was unoccupied, and she slipped into the dressing room she tended to share with Toga, closing the door behind them and turning to face the quiet man watching her. His eyes wandered her body appreciatively, though he made no move to touch her or speak. She stepped towards him with a sweet smile, taking his hands and guiding them to her hips before reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck while pressing her breasts against his chest, searching his eyes.
"What would you like me to call you, sir?" She curled her fingers in his dark hair, the man petting at her soft skin and exhaling softly.
"Sensei." He whispered, and his voice was deeper than Dmitrii had expected, shivering pleasantly and tugging him closer so she could kiss his cheek.
"Is it alright if we sit on the couch?" She asked, Aizawa nodding and making his way over to the plush cushions, sitting down while the dancer hovered over him, her curls falling around his face as she leaned down and kissed him slowly. He didn't touch her until she reached for his hands again, sliding into his lap and kissing him deeper, grinding slowly against his lap until she felt him start to respond. "Sensei…" She whispered, kissing him again, Aizawa inhaling softly and kissing her back gently, tugging her more fully against him as he started rolling his hips. She pulled back for breath, offering her neck as she panted softly, Aizawa kissing at her clavicle and the tops of her breasts, his warm breath heating up her skin pleasantly.
Dmitrii watched him, reaching back with one hand and untying her top, allowing the fabric to loosen around her shoulders and her breasts to bounce free, the money Usagiyama had tucked away falling and scattering against Aizawa's lap, the man chuckling softly and nuzzling between her breasts gently. "Say it again." He whispered, Dmitrii gasping softly as his lips teased across her breast, finding her nipple and tracing circles around her areola with his tongue.
"Sensei…" She moaned softly, rocking against his lap, crying out sweetly as he latched onto her breast and started sucking, arching against his mouth. "Ah Sensei! That feels good…"
He pulled back and kissed at her throat for a brief moment before dipping down and latching onto her other breast, sucking harder than before, Dmitrii crying out again and tightening her grip in his hair, bouncing on his lap and teasing his cock through his dark slacks. She could tell she was already dripping wet, her panties clinging to her pussy lips and cupping his cock perfectly, leaving a damp spot against the dark fabric.
"Sensei! Sensei…" She gasped as he pulled her down for a kiss, hearing the sound of his belt as he unbuckled and then unzipped his slacks, freeing his cock and stroking himself slowly, meeting Dmitrii's eyes.
"Will you suck me, Princess?" He asked gently, Dmitrii blushing but nodding, sliding off of his lap and kneeling between his thighs, her eyes wide as she watched him stroke his cock right before her face. She licked her lips, opening her mouth as she felt his free hand cup the back of her head, guiding his cock between her lips and pulling back his sticky fingers to pet her cheek, groaning as she took him in. "That's my good girl. Suck me, sweetheart. Make me cum."
She moaned around him, flicking her tongue along the underside of his cock and sucking as she began bobbing her head, the fingers tightening in her curls pushing her down further and further against his cock until his glans was steadily bumping the back of her throat. She breathed evenly through her nose, closing her eyes and letting Aizawa set the pace, blushing as she listened to his voice rise, his moans rough and deep, swallowing around him and tasting his precum on her tongue.
"You feel so good, Princess. You like sucking my cock?"
Dmitrii hummed around him, taking him in deeper as he bucked his hips lightly, forcing her throat to relax so she wouldn't accidentally choke. She breathed shakily as he quickened his pace, fucking her face and crying out as he began climbing towards release, her ears turning red listening to all the filth spilling from his lips unhindered. His words alone were enough to cause her pussy to clench down around nothing, aching to be filled. She shifted one of her hands between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit through her soaked panties, whining as he let out a sharp shout and came down her throat in thick bursts, swallowing around him until he released his grip on her hair, panting and relaxing back against the couch. She licked her lips as she met his eyes, Aizawa chuckling softly and wiping his cum from the corner of her mouth, her pink lipstick smeared around the base of his cock.
"You did so good for me, sweetheart." Aizawa praised, tucking himself back into his slacks and adjusting his belt. "Will you come sit with me so I can kiss you?"
Dmitrii bit her lip, giggling softly and climbing up onto the couch beside him, allowing Aizawa to tug her against his chest and kiss her deeply, tasting himself on her tongue. He rubbed down her back and rested his hand at the rise of her ass, his other hand cupping one of her breasts, squeezing gently. He kept her close for a while, playing with her curves and kissing her slowly before he got to his feet, offering her a second stack of bills to accompany the scattered money Usagiyama had offered her before, Dmitrii blushing and taking the tip from his fingers with a soft thank you before watching the man turn to leave. He let himself out of the dressing room, closing the door quietly behind him, Dmitrii letting out a soft sigh and relaxing back against the cushions, her heart fluttering in her chest.
That was the first time she'd ever done something like that with a client. She pressed the money he had given her against her exposed breasts, slipping her fingers into her panties and closing her eyes, moaning sweetly as she fingered her clit quickly, remembering the sensation of his cock down her throat. It didn't take much for her to climax, gasping and crying out as she squirted against her fingers, trembling and panting softly, giggling as she returned her attention to the large bills scattered around her.
She was definitely going to start hosting the VIP lounge full-time.
She wondered if her twin was having a good time as well with his VIP client.
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