Sayuri reached for her phone to check the time and felt guilt settle in the pit of her stomach. As soon as she turned it on, she saw three missed calls from Dabi. Of course, she knew about the first call. She had turned the phone off afterwards because Chisaki gave her a disapproving glare and she knew it was unprofessional.
"I'm sorry, Eri-chan. I need to head home." She saw tears fill the girl's eyes and it felt like her heart was being squeezed. Sayuri walked over to her side of the table and gave Eri a hug. "It's okay. I'll be back," she assured her. Turning her gaze to Chisaki, she tilted her head a bit. "Chisaki-san, you do want to continue with her tutoring…?"
He was still standing behind Sayuri's chair, one gloved hand gripping the back of it tightly. The muscles in the side of his neck tensed for a moment before he released the chair and strode over to their side of the table. "Of course. It's for Eri's benefit. We both want what's best for Eri, don't we?"
"Of course." She felt goose bumps rising on her skin beneath her sweater and Sayuri nervously ran her fingers along a stray lock of her pale hair. Why do I feel so anxious? Something about him doesn't seem…safe. I don't know what it is, though. Every time he tried to touch me, it was like alarm bells went off telling me to avoid him. And when he touched my shoulder, it sent a chill down my spine.
Her eyes shifted back to Eri, who was struggling to try to let her hair down so she could return Sayuri's hair tie. "Oh. Let me help you, Eri-chan." She moved behind the girl and carefully removed the hair tie, running her fingers through Eri's pale, wavy hair afterwards. "Chisaki-san, what days would you like for me to come?"
Something in her gut told her that she needed to come back, even if he unsettled her. Chisaki Kai was intimidating, unsettling, without doing anything obviously malicious. She had no proof that he was hurting Eri in any way, but something told her that she needed to keep a connection with the little girl. Perhaps it was a maternal instinct, but she already felt protective of her.
The man's sharp golden eyes fixed on her lilac ones as they lifted from Eri. He tugged at the edges of his gloves, pulling them up higher. "I think she'd benefit the most if you came three times a week. Don't you agree? She has a lot to learn."
"I could…probably fit that in. Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday?" She subconsciously moved to stand on Eri's left, putting herself between the child and her father.
"That sounds fine." He took a few steps closer and planted a gloved hand on the table beside her, leaning down toward the young woman. "Why don't you stay for dinner? I'm sure Eri would like it if you stayed for longer. Wouldn't you, Eri?"
"Dinner…?" Eri timidly reached up, taking Sayuri's sleeve and meeting her gaze when she looked down at the little girl. "Can you stay…for dinner?"
"I'd like to…I really would. But I have someone waiting for me at home. My boyfriend probably wants to know what's taking so long, so I really do need to head home now. I'm sorry, Eri-chan." She saw tears fill the girl's crimson eyes and she tried to offer a smile. "It's okay, though! I'll be back in two days and I'll bring something special."
When Sayuri turned back to Chisaki, she saw that his eyes had narrowed. Tapping gloved fingertips against the table's surface, he raised an eyebrow. "I'd forgotten. You have someone waiting for you at home. I'm sorry to keep you here longer than we'd planned. But, you know, controlling guys like that are toxic. They're parasites. A disease."
She was unable to take a step back so she did her best to put on a confident smile and bid him farewell. Thankfully, he moved back and she was soon leaving the building. Her heart was racing from the unsettling encounter and she knew her face was tinted pink as it dawned on her.
This would not be the first time it happened, of course. It was actually not uncommon for the single fathers of some of the students to become interested in one of the female teachers. Though it was usually her coworkers that pulled their interest. Oblivious Sayuri shook her head as she came to the conclusion that Chisaki kept trying to get close for that sort of reason.
Sayuri attempted to call Dabi on her way home, but there was no answer. Her heart dropped and she stared down at her phone screen as she walked down the sidewalk. He's mad at me. I should've told him where I was going, but I was afraid he'd want to go with me.
Worry started to make her stomach twist into knots and she quickened her pace. She feared walking into the apartment and finding that he had taken his things and left. As she neared her building, tears were starting to form at the corners of her eyes. If he's gone…I can't make him come back. I don't want him to leave, though! What am I going to do if he left and he won't answer-?
A hand caught her wrist as she reached for the doorknob and Sayuri felt warm breath against the side of her neck. She stared at the hand holding her wrist as their thumb rubbed against her pulse point. Fair skin on the fingers and dark purplish scarring on the rest, held together with staples. "D-Dabi-?!"
"Took you long enough." His teeth nipped at her left ear and Sayuri jolted. His left arm slipped around her waist, fingers sliding beneath her belt and tugging. "You made me wait…and you ignored my calls. That's pretty rude."
"I'm sorry. I should've come home sooner, but I lost track of time and…"
"You lost track of time with her, right? Your friend Fuyumi." There was a slight edge to his voice as his fingers drew along her belt to the buckle. "What's with the tears, Sayuri?"
She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she felt him press against the back of her hips, his fingers toying with her buckle until it came open. "I-I tried to call you and when you didn't answer…I thought you were mad at me. I thought you might've left." Sayuri could feel his staples scraping over the side of her ear, his warm breath fanning over her skin and sending a pleasant shiver through her. She could feel warmth settling in her lower half and she pressed her legs closer together.
"I said I was going to keep you," he argued, his voice almost a growl. "I'm not letting you get away that easily. You're mine." His left hand unbuttoned her pants and slipped beneath the pale fabric, his fingertips meeting the soft fabric of her panties. "Are you going to unlock the door or do you want me to do this out here? I wouldn't mind slamming you against the door and doing you here, but you'd be scared, wouldn't you?"
Sayuri unlocked the apartment door and soon found herself being lifted. She clung to Dabi with her arms around his neck, letting him grab her bags from the ground and carry her inside. The door was locked, bags left near it, clothes discarded in a trail that led to her room. Not for the first time, she glanced briefly at the poster over her bed and felt a rush of shame before Dabi pulled her back to what was happening.
Her back hit the bed and she found him braced over her, heated fingertips trailing over the scar at her collarbone and slowly making their way down her body. She felt her breathing turn uneven, the warmth at her core growing to an absolute need. As he traced his fingers downwards, he latched his lips onto her collarbone beside her scar that matched his. Dabi's other hand moved to the left side of her chest as his left hand skimmed over her stomach, past her hips, and to her core.
His knee was planted firmly between hers and it made it that much easier for his hand to slip between her legs. The man's fingers traced over her lower lips for a moment as he smirked against her collarbone. He lifted his head and stared at Sayuri; sprawled under him with her pale hair spread across the pillow and her hands reaching forward to run through his hair.
"You know, I'd almost think you did it to tease me." His middle finger slid in and he saw her eyelids flutter. Her breathing hitched and her face was quickly going red. He moved it in and out at a lazy pace; not enough to bring her anywhere near the edge, but enough to make her want more. "You've got to be a masochist."
"What…?" She bit her lip, feeling him push a second finger in and then continue at the same agonizing pace.
"You keep going back to her, even after she let you get hurt. And you keep teasing me. That's got to be what this was about today, right? You went out with her, spent hours with her, ignored my calls. You wanted to really get me worked up so I'd punish you, right? Tease."
Sayuri's hips subconsciously rolled upwards, trying to get more from him. She tensed, feeling his other hand knead her chest. A thumb rubbed the peak of her breast and she released a sharp moan that made her immediately cover her mouth with a hand. It was all too embarrassing; the way his words sent waves of heat directly to her core, how his attempts to make her embarrassed just made it more intense.
She felt his fingers move apart, stretching her muscles, and she whimpered behind her hand. The wet sound of it was making it so much more difficult to not give in and agree. Am I…like that? Why does hearing him talk this way make me feel more…turned on? Sayuri's other hand tangled in his dark hair and she lightly sank her nails into his scalp, earning a groan from him.
"Look at me." When she obeyed, Dabi greeted her with a smug grin. "You like this, don't you? I wonder if you could fit two more." He saw her shake her head and he snickered. "I've got a better idea anyway…but maybe later."
Sayuri found his fingers leaving her and had no time to wonder what he had planned next. Dabi moved her onto her hands and knees before he moved behind her. The warmth of his member against her core was the only warning before he slid all the way in. His hips met her rear and he wrapped an arm around her waist so her back was against his chest.
He kept them in this position for a while as he moved his hips, pushing into her at a slow, steady rhythm. His free hand went to the left side of her chest and he gradually pulled her up. "Put your arms around my neck," he growled beside her ear.
She obeyed, but kept her head down to hide her blush. Her eyes were closed as she focused on the feeling of him enter her over and over, pushing her very slowly toward her edge. Sayuri's eyes snapped open wide when she felt the hand that had been on her hip slide down between her legs. A fingertip pressed at the sensitive area above where he was connected to her and it sent shocks of pleasure through her body.
"I'm your only one, right?"
"What…? I mean, y-yeah."
"So I'm the only one that's giving this to you." There was definite smugness in his voice as he said this. His pace started to quicken, his thrust becoming erratic. "You know what I wanted to do?"
Sayuri bit her lip and slid her hands up to his hair, tangling in his dark locks. It forced a growl of pleasure from him and he started to go harder. Her pulse was racing, breathing uneven. There was tension building in her core, tightening gradually as he continued to push into her warmth.
He leaned down to her ear, licking along the top of the curve. Dabi bit down, harder than before, while at the same time trailing his left hand up to her neck. "I was gonna call you and tell you all of the stuff I had planned, while you were with your friend." He applied more pressure against that sensitive spot above where he was sheathed in her. "I have…so much I wanna do to you tonight."
The tension was nearing its peak from the combination of his touch, the way his hips drove into the back of hers, and the man's words. Her release came and it was intense. Her muscles tightened around him and her lips parted to let a moan escape. He went faster once he knew her edge came, the fingertips quickening their pace as they rubbed. He teased Sayuri, coaxing her toward another release, which had her seeing white when it came.
She was limp, tired, but he held her against his chest and continued until she had recovered. He waited until she was starting to get close again before slowing his pace. "Tell me how much you like it," he ordered.
Sayuri shivered as she felt the tip of his tongue flick at the curve of her ear. "I…I like it a lot," she muttered, embarrassed.
"You can do better. Tell me…what a masochist you are, Sayuri."
"Ngh…" She felt her face turning bright red and she was glad that she was facing away from him. "I-I'm a masochist." Her voice was just above a whisper as she said this, still embarrassed.
"You can do better," he persisted. "Tell me…how this makes you feel. You got so excited from me saying I'd punish you. You really get off on teasing me, huh?"
She lowered her head and bit her lip, hard. Thinking about it and feeling ashamed that this was actually really exciting her. "I…I like teasing you. And I like it when you punish me like this. It…feels amazing! Please…please do it some more!"
"You're…such a tease." He quickened his pace again and his hold on her tightened as he felt himself nearing the edge. He had been stopping himself, wanting to prolong this, but hearing her say that was just too much. His hips pounded into hers and he smirked at the sounds that escaped her.
When Sayuri felt him pulse in her, she tensed and felt heat flood her core. He collapsed onto his side on the bed, still holding her against him. I can't tell him where I really went today. I don't think he'd take it well.
"As soon as I'm ready, we're going again." Dabi ran his fingers through her pale hair and snickered. "If I have my way…you'll be too sore for work tomorrow."
