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The sun is high in the sky and streaming in through Mimi’s bedroom window by the time their bleary eyes blink open. Tuesday mornings are always hard. Honestly you’d think Mondays would be worse considering Mimi’s weekend partying habits. There’s nothing like that weekend whiplash back into the work week. But no. Tuesdays are worse. Much, much worse.
Tuesday are Mimi’s sore days from going just that extra bit too hard on leg day at the gym in an attempt to rid themself of the alcohol and who knows what else that continues to wreak havoc on their system after their weekend shenanigans. Getting their bleary ass back at work on Monday is no walk in the park either.
Speaking of work…
“Fuck!” Mimi curses, glancing at the time. They’re dangerously close to being late for the second day of their new job.
Frantically, Mimi grabs their keys and does the fastest once over of their less-than-perfect appearance in the mirror before bolting out the door.
All Mimi can think about is not getting fired. Because getting fired on their second fucking day would be a new all-time low, even for them. This job is important. They can’t fuck it up.
Their best friend Emile had helped them score the interview about a week ago for Vamp Tech, one of the top technology manufacturing companies in the country. And, in all honesty, Mimi thought they had bombed it.
Everything had been going according to plan that day. Emile had quizzed them on the answers for every possible interview question the night before. Which, after a while, just turned into encouraging screaming fueled by way too many Red Bulls and donut holes.
But it was all worth it. Mimi walked into the foyer of Vamp Tech HQ with pep in their step and a confidence boost the size of God. They should’ve also thanked said God for the post-chest day confidence they were sporting, and the full country style breakfast they’d shoved down their throat 30 minutes prior.
When Mimi reached the 15th floor of the HQ building, a peppy, overly zealous aye-aye secretary named Elena introduced herself, and told Mimi to have a seat. Not more than 10 minutes later, Elena gave Mimi the go-ahead to enter her boss’s office.
As the large oak door swung open, Mimi felt more prepared than a first-division football player ready to jog onto the field, or a rockstar about to run on stage to greet millions of adoring fans. Their heart was racing, but they were ready. Nothing could’ve derailed them from nailing that interview.
Except for, it seems, the 6’7” beefcake made of protein and big dick energy that greeted them as soon as the door swung open. Said beefcake was a vampire bat, and if Mimi had spent more than two seconds Googling Vamp Tech’s personnel, they would’ve realized that this sinful piece of man meat swathed in the most expensive suit, dress shoes, and Rolex Mimi had ever seen in real life, was the fucking CEO of the company.
There was no time to gather their bearings nor linger on their obscene size difference before the man was reaching out to shake their hand.
“I’m Vladislav Balaur, CEO of Vamp Tech, but please just call me Vlad.”
Mimi felt their skin prickle and the blood underneath pump hot and thick through their veins from Vlad’s deep, gravelly voice hitting their ears. His massive paw swallowed their own in the hand shake. His pointer finger didn’t completely wrap around Mimi’s hand with the others, and instead teased over the pulse point in their wrist. They hoped Vlad didn’t notice that their once steady heartbeat was accelerating at the contact.
Another super-fucking-awesome physical reaction to who Mimi will later describe to Emile as “the hottest person I’ve ever seen in real life,” was the saliva slowly pooling in their mouth as Vlad’s scent filled their nostrils. It was heady and silky, with notes of warm coffee, expensive leather, and what had to be top-of-the-line cologne. It made Mimi dizzy, and for the first time in their adult life, they felt their knees turn to jello.
The faint sound of a chuckle broke Mimi out of their stupor, and they realized the man was talking to them.
“And you are?”
Still a little fuzzy, Mimi answered.
“I’m yours.”
Vlad’s eyes widened, and Mimi realized what they just said.
“I mean, I’m Mimi, my name’s Mimi Kitsu, I-“ they continued to sputter, worried that they’d just completely ruined their chance at being hired. But Vlad just chucked again, and Mimi could see faint crow’s feet form beside his eyes. This gorgeous hunk of a man was genuinely amused by them, and holy fuck I need to get in his pants .
Confident Mimi(™) returned full force and acted out of pure instinct as they next spoke.
“But I could be yours. Just say the word, handsome,” they added before squeezing Vlad’s hand and giving him their best fuck me eyes.
Vlad’s face remained relatively impassive, and Mimi would’ve deflated instantly if it weren’t for the way the man’s pupils dilated in response to their words, accompanied by what was most definitely a rough, involuntary squeeze back. The hungry look that washed over Vlad’s face then was undeniable.
Fuuuck.
Clearing his throat, Vlad spoke again, stern and far too formal now, considering what that just happened.
“I think we’ve had enough of an introduction, please have a seat.”
Mimi smirked, excited about getting under his skin, and desperate to do it again.
The interview went decently well after that and Mimi was able to maintain a cordial professionalism that would’ve made their father proud.
But of course, days later and still waiting to hear back from them, Mimi started to get second thoughts about how well they had done.
Finally, on Saturday morning, the fifth day after the interview, Mimi got a call from Elena informing them that they had gotten the job, and Mr. Balaur expected them to start on Monday.
Thus, back to the present, and Mimi is running through the busy streets of New York to make it to the second day of their new job on time. Thankfully, their modest studio apartment that costs way more than it should is fairly close to the office building.
Shaking themself out of their thoughts, Mimi books it around the last corner and slows to a brisk walk as they enter Vamp Tech HQ. It’s their second official day on the job, but since yesterday was filled with Emile showing them around the office and getting them acquainted with everyone, today is Mimi’s first day of actual work.
As the elevator dings and a hoard of people crowd on, Mimi hears Emile’s voice asking them to hold the door.
“Hey you,” Emile says, poking Mimi’s arm once he’s successfully on the elevator and smushed up against Mimi’s side.
“Sup,” Mimi grins back.
When they finally reach the 13th floor and start making their way to their combined cubicles, Emile speaks again.
“You ready to join corporate hell?”
“Oh boy, am I,” Mimi chides, elbowing Emile softly. “Nothing like a big kid job to make you feel like ripping your tail fur out.”
“Aww, c’mon at least you look good in business slacks and a button up,” Emile quips, poking Mimi in the stomach. “I look like I’m going to church.”
“I mean, with an ass like yours I would start believing in God too.”
“Oh my fucking god literally SHUT. UP.”
Mimi snickers as Emile shoves them into their chair to start the work day.
~
At high noon Mimi’s stomach is begging for sustenance. Specifically coffee. Or food. Or both.
“Yo,” they say, rolling back in their chair to bump into Emile’s, “you hungry?”
“Yeah, but I can’t join you for lunch today.”
Before Mimi can give Emile an inquisitive look, he continues.
“Radu’s coming down to pick me up for lunch in half an hour so I wanna save my appetite. We’re going to Chez Paul,” he says with a flirty grin.
Mimi gapes.
“Chez Paul?! Isn’t that that new five star place on 53rd? With the imported shit from like Sicily or something?”
“Yup,” Emile replies smugly, popping the “p.”
“You lucky bastard,” Mimi smirks, “I knew Radu was like a head something-or-other here, but I didn’t know he made casual-lunch-at-a-five-star-restaurant kind of money.”
“What can I say,” Emile quips, “some of us were just born to be spoiled.”
Mimi laughs at their friend’s antics and stands up, stretching.
“Whatever you weirdo, I’m gonna go get more caffeine,” they say, and make their way to the break room.
When Mimi gets there and successfully starts up the coffee pot, they let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, there’s still plenty of coffee left.
While the pot is heating up, Mimi inspects the mug cabinet. After scrounging around for a good ten seconds they pick one hidden in the back, with little bats all over it. A bit on the nose, Mimi chuffs.
As the coffee heats, its delicious aroma fills the room. Mimi closes their eyes, tips their head back, and inhales the rich scent of caffeinated goodness, slow and deep.
On the exhale, Mimi tries to release the tightness in their shoulders and neck.
“Busy day?” comes a soft, low voice from the room’s entrance.
Mimi whips around, startled to see Vlad leaning against the doorframe.
“Jesus, don’t scare people who are next to hot coffee. That’s like rule number one of not being a dick.”
…
Shit. Maybe DON’T call your hot new boss a dick on your second day of work?! Mimi’s brain panics.
Vlad chuckles though, easing Mimi’s anxiety a bit, before murmuring an unapologetic “Sorry,” and heading for the mug cabinet.
“Mhm, sure you are.” Mimi mutters under their breath, before realizing how weird this whole interaction is in the first place.
“Wait,” they start, “if you don’t mind me asking sir, why are you getting coffee on thirteen? I thought your office was on fifteen…”
Vlad’s soft smile fades but he shows no other signs of being affected.
“The coffee maker on fifteen is broken,” he replies, sliding past Mimi to grab a mug.
His giant body towers over their’s and radiates so much heat that they’re surprised he hasn’t caught on fire.
Vlad digs around for a moment, seemingly irritated by the selection, before letting out a huff and grabbing a random mug from the front.
“Looking for this?” Mimi smirks, taking a sip of their coffee, eyes peering at Vlad over the rim.
“No,” Vlad dismisses (more like grumbles) after a moment, before pouring coffee into his own mug. Mimi can tell he‘s lying.
Wanting to tease the man a bit more, Mimi slides up closer to Vlad and rests their hip on the counter before initiating their investigation.
“Hold up,” they begin, “if the coffee maker on fifteen is broken, why didn’t you just go to the break room on fourteen?”
It’s faint, but Vlad’s ears grow rosy, and Mimi’s smirk blooms into a genuine smile, eyes lighting up at the confirmation of their theory. Mimi continues.
“I mean, the only answer I can possibly think of as to why you would come down to thirteen instead of fourteen is if you wanted something a little bit… sweeter than coffee, perhaps.”
Feeling bold due to Vlad’s unmistakable blush, Mimi grabs a particular snack from the snack bin, and slides in close to their boss, chest and groin pressing against his right arm and thigh. Then Mimi goes in for the kill and presses the snack into Vlad’s broad chest.
“Something extra sweet like, oh I don’t know, a cream pie … for example.”
Suddenly Mimi hears a crack. They look down at Vlad’s hands and holy shit.
Vlad’s mug has a giant crack in it now that definitely wasn’t there before, made obvious by the coffee slowly seeping out the side.
Time slows to a standstill, and with all the brawny motion of a bear, Vlad sets down his ruined coffee, turns to Mimi, and crowds into their space. Their back digs into the countertop as Vlad leans over them and slides his hand over theirs in mid-air, taking the oatmeal creme pie from them.
He sets it down on the counter before looming over Mimi. Then he leans down (substantially) to whisper directly into their ear.
“Oh yeah? And where would I find that?” Vlad asks, feeling a shiver wrack through Mimi’s body where his lips touch their fur.
“How about the kind I could make down here?” Vlad says, slipping his hand down to graze low on Mimi’s stomach and sweeping his large fingers across their navel.
Holy fucking shit.
Mimi lets out a gasp and reaches out instinctively to grasp at Vlad’s biceps. Their body thrums hot with anticipation, their heart beating wildly in their chest. There’s nowhere to run, hell they can barely move . Mimi balls their hands into the fabric of Vlad’s silky button up, refusing to submit. Refusing to be reduced to prey .
They open their mouth to reply but all that comes out is a strangled “Ahh!”
Vlad continues, merciless.
“If you have time to ask irritating questions, then perhaps you should use it to finish up your report.”
In an instant, Vlad is pulling away with a satisfied smirk, taking his massive body with him and leaving Mimi dumbfounded and breathless in the break room with a raging hard-on.
For the first time in 20 plus years, Mimi is speechless. How is this happening? How is this REAL???
After a cool 4 minutes and 23 seconds, Mimi grabs their coffee and heads back to their cubicle.
When they get there, Emile is finalizing his last couple reports, likely wanting to leave early for lunch to maximize his time with Radu.
Mimi watches him type out the last few sentences, then wastes no time pulling Emile’s chair away from his desk and spinning him around to face them.
Emile lets out a startled yelp, before realizing it’s just Mimi, and gives them a half-hearted glare in return.
“You’re lucky I just finished and am going out to lunch today. Otherwise you would be in a world of hurt right now for being a goddamn menace.”
“Great, cool. Listen, you're literally not going to believe what just happened to me,” Mimi whispers, exasperated, placing their hands on his armrests and leaning into Emile’s space.
Crossing his arms lightly and leaning back with a soft inquisitive look, Emilie humors them.
“Um, okay. What happened?”
Mimi quickly glances above the cubicle to make sure no one is around to eavesdrop before spilling.
“Vlad is into me,” they whisper, “so into me in fact, that he purposely got coffee on this floor instead of his own.”
“Hold on,” Emile interrupts, “like, Vlad ‘our boss?’ The guy that owns the company we work for? The guy that’s our boss that we never see because he’s the literal CEO of Vamp Tech? That Vlad?!”
Emile’s rambling and gets that signature tightness in his brow that means he’s invested.
“Yeah,” Mimi continues, “ that Vlad.”
“Holy fucking shi-“ Emile gasps, but Mimi cuts him off.
“Aaaand that’s not even the craziest part,” Mimi smirks, giddy.
Emile’s eyes widen before he whispers, “what’s the craziest part?”
“He did this ,” Mimi grins, and reaches down to tease Emile’s navel, just the way Vlad had done to them.
Emile shivers hard, and his jaw drops in shock.
“Oh. my. God.” he gapes, “you’ve gotta fuck him.”
Mimi’s smile grows and they bite their bottom lip softly to stop it from breaking off their face.
“Oh, I plan on it,” they grin, with sparkly eyes that some would describe as crazy, but Mimi would just describe as ambitious.
“I’m gonna climb that man like a fucking tree.”
~
The next day Mimi is officially late for work. Their alarm clock broke, which is apparently an actual thing that can happen, and not just something made-up in stupid, shitty movies about New York City.
Despite oversleeping, they only wind up being about five minutes late to work.
By the time they make it to their cubicle, Emile is already going steady.
Mimi’s out of breath from the run and they can feel the sweat droplets soaking into the collar of their button up. Worst of all, they haven’t had coffee yet.
A morning without caffeine is not the kind of morning Mimi wants to have, and likely will not produce the kind of Mimi that should be unleashed onto the world. So coffee is a must.
Once they set their bag and folders down, they start up their computer and turn to poke Emile good morning.
The mumble they receive in return makes Mimi pout, and they throw their arms around their friend’s body and rest their head on his.
“Sorry Mimi,” he says, “I’m just slammed this morning. Production is on my ass about making edits to the official design markups, and they need them by this afternoon. And I would’ve gotten them done earlier if I hadn’t been running around for the past two days fixing things for fucking Sue in the marketing department.”
“Hey, no stress, I get it,” they soothe, massaging Emile’s tense shoulders. “Anything I can do to help?”
Emile gives them a look that screams “thank you, I owe you,” and hands them a stack of design sheets to modify.
Mimi has no choice but to get to work. As much as they might end up regretting it, coffee can wait. Helping friends comes first.
~
By noon Mimi is leaning back in their chair and letting out a sigh of satisfaction. They watch Emile gather all their finished papers and scurry off to the elevator.
I do not wish to be him, they muse, and stand to make their way to the break room. The headache that they’ve ignored for the past hour and a half is finally doing them in now that their brain is no longer occupied by the immediate task of work.
It’s coffee time, dammit.
The break room is blessedly empty, but for some reason Mimi feels a weird pang of disappointment in their chest.
Rolling their eyes at their own dumb hormones, Mimi grabs a random mug from the cupboard and starts the coffee pot.
Not five minutes go by before a familiar burly figure crowds the doorway.
“Well, well, well, back for more, are we?” Mimi teases.
Vlad ignores their remark, which Mimi is quickly learning is gonna be the norm, and opts for the refrigerator instead of the mug cabinet this time.
“Just grabbing something to eat. It is lunch time after all, if you even eat that sort of thing,” Vlad says, eyeing Mimi’s smaller frame and grabbing the rawest roast beef sandwich Mimi has ever seen from the top shelf.
Mimi huffs and retorts, “trust me, I eat.”
A poorly concealed smirk spreads across Vlad’s face as he shuts the refrigerator door.
“Hmm,” he muses, playfully, sizing them up and down before finally landing his gaze on theirs, “I couldn’t tell.”
The scoff Mimi lets out is involuntary, and they stride up to get in Vlad’s big, stupidly handsome face, employer-employee hierarchy be damned.
“I’ll have you know that I could out-eat you any day of the week.”
Vlad raises an eyebrow.
“I highly doubt that… shortcake,” he says, and boops Mimi on the fucking nose.
What the fuck just happened?
Mimi is stunned into immobility and silence at once, all comebacks leaving their brain.
In the meantime, Vlad glides past them to reach for a mug. He pours himself a cup of coffee and leans his weight against the countertop, waiting for Mimi to process what just happened with a self-satisfied gleam in his ruby eyes.
At the sight of Vlad’s first sip of coffee Mimi spurs back into action.
Realizing Vlad is drinking his coffee black, a gag rises to their throat, and they have little time to filter their next words.
“What kind of sick bastard takes their coffee black?”
Vlad’s eyes continue to gleam, but they take on an edge in response to the crude language.
“Like your usual is any better? Frankly, I’m surprised you can even fit any coffee into that cup full of cream and sugar.”
“You-“ Mimi starts, getting cut off when Vlad continues.
“You’d better be careful,” he says, eyeing Mimi’s waist and thighs, “wouldn’t want to stunt your growth.”
Mimi balks as Vlad delivers the final blow, meeting their gaze.
“any more, anyway.”
Mimi’s blood boils with thinly veiled rage and adrenaline. They should be unironically furious at the insinuation, but somehow the overwhelming physical reaction they seem to be experiencing isn’t anger. It’s lust .
“Actually,” Mimi quips, now taking slow calculated steps towards Vlad, “you should know that milk is said to aid your growth by strengthening your bones.”
Their target’s gaze remains firmly on theirs, and Mimi surges on.
“So, considering your lack of dairy consumption, I just can't help but worry about yours.”
Mimi is so close to the larger man now, and they lift their chin to maintain the heated stare. At this proximity, Mimi can feel Vlad’s hot breath tickle their eyelashes.
“My what?” Vlad asks, dark and low, jaw muscles clenching.
“Your bones.” Mimi replies nonchalantly, bringing their hand up to graze Vlad’s navel the same way he had done to them only one day prior.
Mimi trails their fingertips down Vlad’s lower abs, stopping just above his belt buckle, which is slung sinfully low on his prominent hip bones.
“They must be so… weak ,” they finish, softly biting their bottom lip and peering up through heavy lashes at the object of their very obvious desires.
Vlad’s pupils dilate, and Mimi hears him set his mug down before they feel both of Vlad’s very large hands lift their shirt and encircle the bare skin of their waist.
Mimi’s heart jumps and a pool of slick drools into their underwear at the feeling of those strong, capable palms cupping their sides, followed by two cruel thumbs that begin to rub slow circles into the soft flesh of their sensitive stomach.
Leaning down to nuzzle Mimi’s cheek, deceptively sweet, Vlad snarls his next words low and filthy into their ear.
“I would be careful about going around calling your boss weak, if I were you. You might not like the punishment that follows.”
Mimi feels another glob of precum ooze out of their hot hole, and their hands come up to ball tight on Vlad’s chest.
“Y-yeah?” Mimi pants heavily into Vlad’s neck, “what kind of punishment?”
“Let’s just say it’s not for the weak, shortcake.”
Vlad squeezes Mimi’s waist tight, and neither of them move a single muscle for a good seven seconds, just breathing each other’s scent and waiting for the other to break the tension.
Finally, a pair of voices coming from the hallway does. Vlad steps away from them at once, looking no less disheveled and flushed as Mimi. He promptly straightens his tie, and clears his throat before speaking.
“Back to work, newbie,” he orders. Then he’s gone.
As they walk back to their desk, Mimi pretends like the blush on their cheeks is from the warmth of the coffee they barely drank, and not from being the horniest they’ve ever been in their entire fucking life.
~
The rest of the day is somewhat uneventful in comparison. Mimi works until Emile comes back from his meeting, catches up with him briefly, then gets right back to work. The hours go by slowly at first but the end of the day comes faster than they anticipated.
With all their work done for the day, Mimi shuts down their computer, packs up their bag, and says goodbye to Emile before making their way to the elevator. They’re on their phone when the elevator reaches the thirteenth floor with a ding. Not bothering to look up, they get on and push “L” for “Lobby,” noting that the only other bottom pushed is “P” for “Parking Garage.”
This obviously means there’s another person on the elevator, but Mimi is too busy to turn around, snickering to themself and typing out a reply to Emile, who just messaged them a stupid meme about being abandoned.
“Something funny?” a deep voice asks, nonchalantly.
Mimi feels a familiar warmth rush down to their groin almost immediately.
Great, now it’s Pavlovian, they note.
Looking up to see the source of their suffering (desire), they muster up a reply.
“Just a meme my friend sent.”
“Hmm,” Vlad hums in acknowledgement, otherwise looking unamused.
A few seconds of silence go by and Mimi’s brain reminds them of their little scene from the break room earlier. Vlad ambushing them in the break room is kind of becoming their thing. If Mimi’s ever gonna get the chance to pull one over on Vlad it’s right now.
Glancing down at the meme on their phone, they decide then and there to fuck with him.
“Bet you’re too old to know what those are though, huh big guy?”
Bingo.
Mimi watches Vlad’s face shift instantly, nostrils flaring and a mean furrow appearing in his brow.
“Funny,” he deadpans.
“I try,” Mimi smirks and watches Vlad’s expression shift from irritated to pensive to resigned in all of five seconds. Finally feeling some amount of pride in having flustered him, Mimi turns back to their phone under the guise of finishing their reply.
Fortunately for Mimi’s stupid heart, Vlad isn’t one to give in easily.
Mimi feels Vlad’s breath on their neck before they realize what’s happening. His chest presses in close behind Mimi, making them shiver.
Before they can think of something to say, Vlad runs his fingers up the back of their neck and into the soft fur at the base of Mimi’s head. When he speaks, it’s feather soft in Mimi’s ear.
“Seems like all that mouth’s good for is bad puns and silly jabs,” he starts, sending chills up Mimi’s spine. “Since it’s so insatiable, why don’t I give you something useful to do with it instead?”
A wave of heat erupts under Mimi’s skin and goosebumps bubble up on their arms.
“I- I’m,” Mimi pants, as Vlad’s fingers scratch their scalp, making their brain feel gooey.
“Just as I thought.” Vlad teases, “not so mouthy anymore are you? This is just what you need, isn’t it? Someone to touch you just right and tell you what to do? Someone to punish you?”
“Mmmnn!” Mimi whines low, eyelids closing and head tipping back into Vlad’s chest just as the elevator dings, signaling their arrival at the Lobby floor.
Vlad steps back, releasing Mimi with a small push into the foyer.
“Get home safe,” he says gruffly, and the elevator doors close.
~
The next day Mimi marches up to Elena’s desk with a fruit basket in hand and a plan in mind.
Make. Vlad. Pay.
It won’t be an easy task, and with the way things are mapped out in their head, Mimi likely won’t receive confirmation of their success. But a plan’s a plan and Mimi is determined to see it through.
“Hi Elena, you’re looking cute today, as always,” they flirt, flashing a charming smile.
“Oh my gosh, hi Mimi! It’s so good to see you, I never get to see you, but here you are and-“
“Elena, I have to ask, you wouldn’t happen to like fruit would you?
Elena gasps “Are you kidding?! I love fruit, it's like my favorite food group! Just this morning I had two cartons of strawberries, two cartons of blueberries, a watermelon, three-“
“Well, that’s good. Because I’ve been dying trying to find someone to take this fruit basket off my hands.” Mimi sets the basket on Elena’s desk. “Would you like it?”
“Mimi!!! Are you serious?! Yes, of course I’ll take it, this is like the best day ever! Omg are those kiwis, I love kiwi-“
“Great!” Mimi interrupts, “So sorry to cut this chat somewhat short, but I wanted to check with you on something work-related as well.”
“Omg, no, it’s fine! What’s up?” Elena asks, already peeling one of the bananas from the basket.
“Well, the thing is that Vla- Mr. Balaur asked me to follow up with him on some design outlines tonight after work. Normally, he would insist on setting something up during the work day, of course, but with how tightly he’s booked today I suggested we meet for dinner to discuss the designs as soon as possible.”
“I see, that makes sense,” Elena nods, eyes wide, mouth chewing.
“The only problem is, I have no quick way of contacting Mr. Balaur after work. I know we’re not supposed to use our work emails outside of the office, and I have to pick some things up right after I’m off for the day, so I can’t wait around for him either.”
“Yes, I can see why that’d be a problem…” Elena trails off, brow furrowed. “Oh! I know! Why don’t I just give you Mr. Balaur’s personal cell phone number?”
“Oh wow, that would be such a huge help, Elena. Are you sure? I couldn’t ask you to do me such a huge favor like that out of the blue.”
“Nonsense, it’s no problem at all!” Elena exclaims, jotting down the number on a sticky note and handing it to Mimi.
“Thank you so much, Elena. I owe you one!” Mimi calls, waving and walking backwards towards the elevators, sticky note in hand.
“Anytime Mimi!” she grins, waving back enthusiastically, banana peel flopping in the wind.
~
Later that night Mimi is pacing a hole into their bedroom floor.
“But what do I even say? It’s not like I can just text him and be like, ‘Hey boss, so I was just wondering, when you said you were gonna punish me, did you mean verbally or physically?” Like?!?!”
Emile’s airy chuckle comes through the phone clear as day.
“Chill out Mimi, you just need to send him something he can’t ignore.”
“Like what?” Mimi pouts.
“Liiiiiike~ this.”
Mimi glances at the FaceTime screen for the first time in 5 minutes and gets an eyeful of Emile’s plump, bat pajama-clad ass in a floor length mirror. Their face heats up against their better judgment.
“Jesus, Emile. Radu is one lucky man.”
“And he knows it.” Emile grins. “Anyway, all I’m saying is send Vlad something he won’t be able to resist.”
“Yeah, yeah, I hear you. But how do I know what kind of… stuff he’s even into? For all I know he might not be into what I’m working with.”
The thought alone makes Mimi’s heart grow heavy.
“If he’s as accepting as Radu is, trust me, he will be,” Emile counters. “Hell, anyone would be into what you’ve got Mimi. You’re fun, sexy, and a pain in the ass sometimes, but that’s just because yours is so nice. You’re just reminding everyone to get on your level.”
“Oh my god, you’re such an idiot,” Mimi laughs.
After a moment, Mimi concedes. “Okay, okay. I’m gonna do it.”
“You got this,” Emile’s smiles.
“Thanks, babe. Now go blow your boyfriend or something, I've got a bat to catch.”
“Byeee~”
“Later.”
Mimi ends the call and lets out a big sigh. If they’re gonna do this, they need a shower first.
~
Freshly showered and smelling like a warm summer's day, Mimi grabs their phone, heads into their dimly lit bedroom, and plops down in front of the floor length bedroom mirror.
They’re dressed in red flannel pajama bottoms and a comfy Junior skating club t-shirt from when they were in the Fur Skate league in highschool. It’s very… comfy looking. But comfy is not exactly what Mimi’s going for.
They opt for getting rid of their top, and pulling their pajama bottoms down below their hip bones, as low as they’ll go without showing anything too explicit. They’re left in their sports bra, showing a lot of skin, and if they turn, their back dimples are visible above the waistline of their pants.
This oughta do it , they smirk, and open up the camera app.
Mimi poses in the same way Emile did over FaceTime, sitting on their knees, butt resting on their heels, looking over their left shoulder. They have to admit, Emile knows what he’s talking about. Their ass looks fantastic like this, and the low waistline of their pants only accentuates their tiny waist and strong back muscles swathed in a functional lilac sports bra.
They take a couple different pics and even manage to capture the small lip bite they were sporting during the photo shoot. The thought of sending any one of these to Vlad makes their heart pound.
Mimi retires to their bed to look them over. In the end they choose the one that best shows off their assets .
They open the messaging app and pull up Vlad’s contact. No messages. Yet.
Mimi sends the chosen photo with the caption, “Ready for my punishment, sir,” and sends it without a second thought.
Silencing their phone immediately and leaving it to charge in their bedroom, Mimi takes a lap around their apartment before eventually deciding to make some dinner.
When they finish, about 45 minutes have passed. Attempting to be nonchalant about checking their phone, Mimi heads into the bedroom, taps on their phone screen to find one (1) new message from Vlad.
Mimi sucks in a breath, unlocks their phone and opens the app as fast as possible.
The photo and matching text that greet them make them drop their phone. The image alone is nothing short of obscene.
The picture is taken from a low angle and Vlad is clearly lying down, in his bed most likely. From what Mimi can tell, Vlad held the phone on his upper thigh and pressed the capture botton using the same hand. That makes the most sense because his other hand is busy lifting his shirt to reveal a plethora of thick, defined abdominal and chest muscles.
His face isn’t in the photo unfortunately, but Mimi hardly minds. They’re too preoccupied staring at the massive bulge taking up a large portion of the bottom of the photo. Vlad is wearing thin, dark gray sweatpants that leave very little to the imagination.
The caption reads, “Get over here and find out.”
Fuck.
Fuuuuuck.
A new message pops up a moment later that says, “Have you eaten dinner yet?”
And now it’s almost too easy. Mimi takes a shuttery breath and wills their horny brain to cooperate for all of 5 for seconds. They type out a response in record time.
“I have, but I wouldn’t say no to a little dessert.”
They follow up with a cute selfie that fails to hide the lust in their eyes.
“Don’t keep me waiting,” Vlad replies, along with his address.
Mimi doesn’t even bother changing out of their pajamas before they’re out the door.
~
It’s well past seven o’clock by the time Mimi pulls into Vlad’s private parking garage. They were hesitant to drive to Vlad’s place initially because parking is always a bitch, but the man had sent them the key code to his private parking garage , and had practically insisted they use it, so they had no choice but to agree.
As they pull into the garage, Mimi’s jaw hits the floor. They drive past a row of at least five or six luxury cars Mimi wouldn’t know the names of if their life depended on it, and their gawking doesn’t let up when they pull into an empty spot at the end of the row and get out of their car.
Vlad lives in the penthouse suite on the top floor of a sleek modern high rise in downtown Manhattan. His private parking garage provides a straight shot there via the private elevator connected to the garage. Casual.
Mimi contemplates the reality of the situation as they ride the glass elevator up to the top floor. Their thinking is cut short however as the elevator climbs higher and higher, and a view of the entire city lit up like Christmas overwhelms their senses.
I could get used to this , they muse, but shake off the thought as quickly as it comes.
The ding of the elevator alerts them of their arrival.
Stepping out of the elevator and into the hall, Mimi can see only one fancy, modern door at the end of a long, simply decorated hallway.
This is it.
They make their way down the hall and knock on the door. A few moments pass before soft, padded footsteps approach from the other side.
When Vlad opens the door Mimi just stands there, gaping.
He’s dressed in nothing but those fucking sweatpants from the photo. His muscles are even bigger in person and Mimi wants to do unspeakable things to them.
“Hi,” they finally say, a little out of breath.
“Hi,” Vlad says, expression giving away nothing again as he stands there looking like the man in every single one of Mimi’s wet dreams.
“Would you like to come in?” he asks, and Mimi remembers that there’s more to this visit than just staring at each other in the doorway.
“Yeah, I’d- that’d be great,” they say, pink cheeked, before stepping past Vlad into the foyer.
Slipping their shoes off, Mimi follows Vlad into the main living area of the apartment. The whole place is expansive and minimal, but the furniture and artistic touches are actually quite homey.
“Would you like something to drink? Tea? Beer? Wine?” Vlad offers.
“Tea would be great actually, thanks,” Mimi replies. Normally, they’d be all over something alcoholic, but this is all so new and unreal that it’s probably better to keep their head on straight.
Plus, if something does happen, Mimi wants to remember everything. They’re in their hot boss’s penthouse about to drink some tea with said boss who they foreplay-texted less than an hour ago. How much better could life possibly get?
As always, Mimi speaks too soon. Just then Vlad’s ever-so-shirtless form returns from the kitchen with two bat mugs brimming with the most delicious smelling tea. He motions for Mimi to join him and makes for the large L-shaped couch in the center of the living room.
“Would you like to watch something?” Vlad offers, casually, but Mimi just stands there, frozen, as if in a dream. It’s finally hitting them how crazy this all is.
They’re actually here right now. They probably shouldn't be questioning this because it really does seem too good to be true but they are. It’s just so… unreal.
Vlad sets the tea down and stands then. He makes his way over to Mimi’s frozen body and takes their hands in his, tangling their fingers loosely as he speaks.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m just… this feels like a dream or something.”
Vlad chuckles before speaking again.
“How so?”
“Well for starters,” Mimi answers, “your apartment is insane, like a mega-rich space age billionaire level insane. Oh, and that elevator was like something out of a k-drama. And not to mention the 50 different exotic cars you own. I mean, I’m assuming you own all of them right? And to top it all off you’re basically like the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in real life and it’s just like ‘is somebody even allowed to have that many muscles’ and-“
Vlad’s low chuckle breaks them out of their flurry, and they stare enchanted once more by the crow’s feet forming at the corners of Vlad’s eyes.
“What?” Mimi asks, puzzled and slightly out of breath.
“I just realized it’s all probably a bit much,” Vlad answers. “I never meant to rush things or overwhelm you.”
“Oh.” Mimi says, a little stunned, but Vlad continues.
“So, is this,” Vlad moves in close then, bringing one hand up to stroke the rough pad of his thumb against Mimi’s soft cheek,“too much for you, shortcake?”
Mimi’s heart goes turbo at the taunt turned pet name, and they find themself shaking their head softly against their better judgment.
Vlad growls, quiet and low, before responding, “That’s good. But I really need to hear you say it, baby.”
“N-no, sir.”
“Good kit.”
A weak moan squeaks out of Mimi’s throat at the praise. Have they always been rocking the authority-praise kink combo or is this new? Surely they would’ve realized something so obvious sooner, but then again nobody they’d ever been with before had made them feel like this.
Hmm…
Either way, it’s not the time to entertain this line of questioning because Vlad’s hands are sliding around Mimi’s thighs and gripping them firmly before he whispers in their ear.
“Jump.”
Mimi’s reflexes kick in at the exact right moment, and in no time they find themselves pressed up against Vlad’s entire torso, suspended in midair. Their hands find his broad, firm shoulders and their eyes find his in a heated stare.
Vlad takes two large, slow steps forward before Mimi’s back meets the cool living room wall.
He doesn’t stop there though. Vlad’s face continues to move forward until his mouth is only two inches away from their own.
Time collapses in on itself, and nothing exists but this vortex of magnetism pulling them closer together. Both of them seem to lean in centimeter by centimeter until their lips graze one another’s.
But before Mimi can properly kiss the man, Vlad brings his hand up to rest lightly over Mimi's sweet throat.
“I need you to be honest with me,” he says, tone serious, yet somehow soft and kind. It’s devastating.
“Is this okay?”
Mimi stares into Vlad’s deep ruby eyes and finds nothing but sincerity and something a little too close to-
“Yes.” Mimi says, and they’ve never meant anything more.
Vlad’s gaze turns sharp then, and he crashes their mouths together.
It’s hot, it’s plush, it’s perfect.
Vlad smells like man sweat and fabric softener and home and it’s driving Mimi insane.
They cling to the bare skin of Vlad’s upper back, and feel every large muscle pulse with something dangerous under their fingertips.
When Vlad’s tongue presses firmly against the seam of Mimi’s lips, they immediately grant him access, falling apart too easily for the man holding them right now.
Vlad’s tongue is mean and insistent, exploring every ridge and bump inside Mimi’s mouth like he’s dying for it. Mimi moans when Vlad’s cruel lips suck on their own sensitive tongue.
When he starts to kiss his way down Mimi’s neck, they dig their nails into his biceps. They hear Vlad hiss sharply before chuckling like a fucking asshole.
Two can play at this game, Mimi smirks, and brings one hand up to scratch the back of Vlad’s head. Then they tilt their own so that their lips press lightly against the shell of Vlad’s ear.
“With all due respect, sir , I thought you were gonna punish me.”
Vlad’s hips, which have been dutifully still up until now, buck up against Mimi’s ass, and the owner of said hips snarls low and vicious into Mimi’s neck.
“Very well,” is all the warning Mimi gets before Vlad is carrying them up the stairs. Mimi flails in his arms, giggling like an idiot.
At the top of the stairs is a hallway with multiple sleek wooden doors. Vlad enters the second one on the right and Mimi quickly identifies it as a rather simplistic master bedroom.
“Finally,” they groan, “thought you were just gonna lecture me all night.”
That earns them a harsh smack on the ass before Vlad drops them onto their feet. Mimi can’t even process the spanking before Vlad is spinning them around and pinning them against the large door.
“You really need to learn to think before you speak.”
Mimi shivers at Vlad’s rich, deep voice hitting their ears like syrup. It’s enough to make their own syrupy fluid drip into the fabric of their boxer briefs.
“Never been very good at that to be honest.” Mimi pants, crushed by the weight of Vlad’s body. “Maybe I need someone to teach me.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” is all the response Mimi gets before Vlad’s hand snakes up between their torso and the door to wrap around their throat. The possessive gesture makes Mimi’s head spin.
At the same time, Vlad’s unoccupied hand presses into the muscles surrounding Mimi’s spine. His fingers linger here and there as they travel down Mimi’s back in euphoric little scratches, making their body go weak in the stronger man’s arms.
When Vlad’s hand reaches their lower back, the scratching turns into slow, heavy rubs. Then he wraps that hand around Mimi’s hip, giving it an affectionate squeeze, before circling it around to the front of their body and splaying his large fingers across their favorite spot low on Mimi's stomach.
Something about this position makes Mimi feel small and extremely vulnerable. Some higher part of their brain is screaming at them that this is dangerous. That they’re about to be killed or eaten by the massive beast that’s currently crushing their body and forcing them to submit.
But a much, much louder part of Mimi’s brain is begging for this. The feeling of being held and worshiped. It makes Mimi feel dizzy. It makes them feel owned .
If Vlad wanted to kill them right now he could. Granting him that kind of power doesn’t scare them, even though it should. Instead it makes them feel drunk and delirious. They could probably cum from this feeling.
Wait. What am I thinking? A huge guy is crushing me against a door, manhandling me like a toy.
But that’s just it. They’re not.
Mimi is completely safe in this man’s embrace and somehow, that knowledge makes everything bad slowly fade away. No more insecurities about this or that. No more painful moments of being misgendered, on purpose or otherwise. No more hurting and feeling worthless.
Only love.
Ah, that’s it. It feels like love.
That thought almost consumes them right then and there, but Vlad’s gruff voice brings them back to the moment.
“Stay with me, kit, we’re just getting started.”
Mimi nods, slack in Vlad’s hold. They cast away their big thoughts and try to focus on what they feel. How Vlad’s making them feel.
“Now,” he starts again, “tell me what you want.”
Mimi ruts their ass back against the bulge that has been poking them insistently in the backside for a good 10 minutes now. Take the hint you big fucking oaf.
“Ah ah ah, words, baby, remember? Use ‘em or I’m not touching you anymore.”
For some reason panic rises in the back of Mimi’s throat at the thought of Vlad’s hands leaving their body. They answer quickly.
“I want you to fuck me. Want you to make me cum until I cry.”
Vlad presses a feather-light kiss to Mimi’s neck besides his fingers.
“I can do that. Thank you, sweetheart. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Vlad pulls Mimi away from the wall then.
“Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”
“Damn, pushy much?” Mimi pouts, feeling strangely tingly about exploring these new kinks. They want to though, God do they want to. Especially (and exclusively) with Vlad.
Mimi does what he says despite whining about it.
When they’re done they lie on their back on the king size bed and proceed to watch as Vlad slips off his gray sweats to reveal a dick the size of what Mimi thought only existed on Bad Dragon.
Vlad is 10.5 inches long, cut, and thicker than a nondescript candy bar. Mimi already ate dinner but they were definitely not kidding when they said they wouldn’t say no to dessert. If Vlad doesn’t hurry up they might even be so inclined as to beg for it.
Thankfully, Vlad sees the metaphorical drool spilling down the side of Mimi’s chin and takes pity on them.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” he scolds.
Mimi has no more snarky comebacks. They all died and went to heaven about 30 seconds ago when they became the most cock starved person on the planet.
Mimi gets up and starts crawling on their hands and knees towards Vlad. They stop when they reach the edge of the bed and stick out their tongue as an offering.
“Look at you,” Vlad murmurs, “so desperate for it.”
He grabs their tongue then and pets it from the back of their throat to the tip.
“Who knew a big cock was all it took to shut you up for once.”
Mimi’s brows furrow at the taunt, but they otherwise remain still.
“Ready, foxy?” Vlad asks.
“Yes, sir.” Mimi answers, and doesn’t get a second more to prepare before Vlad shoves 5 inches of his girth in their mouth.
Mimi’s gag reflex kicks in immediately and so does the soak valve in their pussy apparently.
Vlad hardly gives them a break before he starts moving, and Mimi does their best to relax their jaw and breathe through their nose.
A keening whine breaks free from Mimi’s throat when Vlad grabs a chunk of fur at the back of their head to keep them in place.
“That’s it, baby, I know you can take it.”
Mimi’s eyes roll back into their head and they almost choke on a sob.
Their mind is completely blissed out, and the only thing they can think is “yesyesyesyesYES” as Vlad thrusts in and out of their mouth over and over and over again.
Mimi feels used, and it’s the most arousing thing they’ve ever felt in their life. If this was the farthest they went tonight, Mimi would die a happy fox.
But after several more shallow thrusts, Vlad pulls his cock out of their mouth completely.
Mimi pouts and tries to pull Vlad’s dick back into their mouth, but Vlad smacks their hand away before they can grab it.
“Enough. You were very good for me, kit. How’s about a little treat for all your hard work.”
Mimi’s eyes blink blearily and they give a faint nod, only perking up fully when Vlad speaks next.
“Turn around and shove your ass in the air. I wanna see that cute hole.”
Fucking hell.
Mimi does as asked. Then Vlad places both of his large hands on Mimi's plump ass cheeks and spreads them.
The cold air stings Mimi’s asshole and Vlad just stares . Their hole quivers under the pressure and Mimi buries their heating face into the pillow.
“Just get on with it already, you dick.”
Vlad squeezes their ass hard and bullies his thumb into the center of their sensitive pucker.
“What happened to those manners we talked about, baby?”
“Whatever, I’m sick of you not giving me what I- AHHhn!”
Mimi is cut off when Vlad plunges his thumb past the tight ring of their asshole.
“AhHhh Vlad no, I’m not ready, mMnm!” Mimi groans.
Vlad leans over their body then, completely covering Mimi’s smaller frame with his own. His full, heavy cock hangs slack against MImi’s thigh and the heat of its touch makes Mimi shiver. They tremble again when Vlad’s mouth trails searing hot kisses up the back of their shoulder, over their neck, and finally up to their ear.
“So sweet for me. I told you I’d teach you to think before you speak, didn’t I?”
“And I told y- you to get on with it” Mimi snarks, but their shortness of breath gives away how much Vlad’s body weight crushing them is causing their brain to short circuit.
Vlad’s mean snicker cuts through Mimi’s brain fog enough for them to hear his next words clear as day.
“You like this, don’t you?” he whispers. “You like being pinned. Does it feel good? I bet you like knowing that I could do whatever I want to you right now and there’s nothing you can do about it. Bet it makes you wet, huh baby?”
“HNnng Vlaaaaad, please just do something, please I’m fucking begging you.”
“Mmm, good pet.”
Vlad’s hand that had been occupying the space around Mimi’s ass starts to migrate South, and Mimi feels their cunt clench in anticipation.
It’s not often that they use their front hole for anything sexual, and frankly the idea of using it now makes them a little nervous. But more than that Mimi feels something big and hot swell in their chest at the thought of being completely dominated by this massive man, of being taken care of and fucked so deep their brain goes fuzzy.
Suddenly Mimi feels like they’re in heat. Every sensation is too much and not enough all at once. Their hole feels empty and it’s just so… wrong.
They cant their hips back blindly, searching for the one thing that they want more than anything in the world.
“Looking for something?” Vlad’s baritone voice teases.
“Mmmf,” Mimi grunts, frustrated at the seemingly pointless chase.
Luckily, seconds later two of Vlad’s long fingers trail down from Mimi’s asshole and sink into the slickness seeping out of their pussy.
It’s so wet down there that Vlad has a tough job finding any kind of friction, but it hardly matters as soon as both of his thoroughly coated fingers feel around for Mimi’s entrance.
Once they find it, he stops holding back.
Vlad thrusts both of the thick, long digits into Mimi’s sopping hole, searching for the sweet spot that lies deep within.
Mimi moans loudly when he nudges it, and an intoxicating, twisting feeling knots Mimi’s stomach when they feel Vlad smirk against their shoulder.
His two fingers continue to prod the spot until Mimi begins to see stars. Vlad fucks his fingers into them harder and faster on every thrust, and Mimi lets out a pained cry of happiness when his two fingers turn into three.
Vlad doesn’t relent. He shoves all three large fingers into Mimi’s juicy cunt harder and harder still, abusing their g-spot over and over again without mercy. Their juices drip down endlessly onto the bed, soaking the sheets.
“God, you’re so wet . Can’t believe this is all for me,” Vlad murmurs, entranced.
“It’s- hAH- it’s not , you fucking bastard.”
“Mmm,” Vlad muses, “try telling that to your cunt ,” he whispers, and forces his fingers in deeper, frothing up Mimi’s excessive pre-cum inside their quivering body.
“I’m serious- MMn - it’s not like this is sp- special or anything.” Mimi mewls,” I- aH! I can get dick from anyone , you just always happen to be in the right place at the right time.”
Mimi feels Vlad’s temper flare. Good . Serves him right.
Anticipating Vlad’s jealousy, Mimi prepares for some stupid comeback on the man’s part to try and prove himself. An alpha claiming their territory and all that bullshit.
But it doesn’t come.
Instead Vlad slows down entirely, curling his fingers just so to massage Mimi’s inner walls with a heady sort of possession. It’s not at all the flurry of heated passion Mimi expected to follow their taunt.
It should frustrate them. They should get pissy and tell Vlad to speed up again. But they don’t. Because it doesn’t frustrate Mimi.
It makes them want to sob .
“No, no, nOoo, please Vlad, please go faster,” they cry, “I just wanna cum, you fucking promised me.”
“Hmm, did I promise that? Because I seem to recall you asking me to- oh what was it again? Ah, that’s right. You wanted me to make you cry.”
Tears gush out of Mimi’s eyes then. Big, fat droplets forced out by Vlad’s fingers that torture Mimi’s g-spot.
Mimi is on the brink of climax. As long as Vlad keeps doing that they’re going to cum. Closer. Closer. Closer aaaaand THER-
Vlad pulls out completely.
Shock waves course through Mimi’s body.
So empty, so close, so EMPTY.
Their limbs quiver with the adrenaline of being so close to sweet release, just to have it yanked away from them at the last possible second.
Mimi is really crying now, eyes overflowing from the built up tension that released into something unexpected.
Vlad flips them over and scoops them up in his arms then, and Mimi clings onto his giant, comforting body like a koala bear.
Several moments go by.
Their sobs are dryer now but they continue to shake, and Vlad murmurs sweet nothings into their temple as he rubs their back.
“I’ve got you, Mimi. You’re safe.”
~
Several moments pass before the fog starts to clear and Mimi’s brain comes back to them. When they open their eyes they can make out a free standing coat rack and a masculine bookshelf decorated with small plants and vinyl records across the room.
Mimi feels Vlad’s hand rubbing their back in slow, heavy circles.
It feels good.
Almost as good as Vlad smells. Mimi tries to chase the scent by burying their face in his neck. They make contented nuzzling noises, urging Vlad to keep going.
“Hey,” he finally says, voice calm.
“Hey,” Mimi replies, smiling at the thought of the position they’re in right now.
“How are you feeling?“
“Good,” they answer, honestly. “I’d like to uh- I mean, can we… keep going?”
They pull back to look up at Vlad through thick lashes, hands splayed on his pecs.
They watch hungrily as Vlad’s eyes scan them.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks.
“Yes,” Mimi answers, “more than ready.”
Vlad nods then and lays them back onto the bed.
Mimi’s skin is tingling now, ready for more. They close their eyes and wait, wanting to be surprised by whatever’s coming next.
With their eyes closed, their ears hone in on the sounds around them. They hear the rustling of bed sheets as Vlad’s body leans over theirs to pull open what must be the nightstand drawer. Next, Mimi hears it close before Vlad sits back, rubbing Mimi’s thighs affectionately as he goes.
When Mimi hears the tearing of a packet they assume it must be lube. Maybe Vlad’s going to try to fit more fingers in. The thought sends a thrill down between their legs.
Vlad moves over their body again, bracing himself with one hand on the bed next to their head. He kisses Mimi’s eyelids lightly and blows a raspberry onto Mimi’s neck, making them flail and yelp playfully.
“Ready?” Vlad asks, smiling, after the giggling dies down.
“Mhm,” Mimi answers, contented.
“Look at me, Mimi,” Vlad says then, softly.
Their eyelids flutter open and lock onto Vlad’s. Then he moves.
Expecting to feel Vlad’s fingers return to their hole, Mimi’s jaw drops open in a gasp when the tip of Vlad’s cock touches their opening.
Mimi glances down at their nearly joined bodies and realizes that it wasn’t lube he grabbed, it was a condom.
“Is this okay?” Vlad stills, noticing Mimi’s surprise.
Mimi doesn’t even have words. The man of their dreams is about to make love to them and is still making sure they’re okay. Aroused doesn’t even begin to describe it.
“Yes,” they gasp, shakily, “I’m perfect.”
Vlad kisses their lips lightly once, and the look in his eyes when he pulls back almost brings Mimi to tears. Again.
“Okay,” he says, then pushes inside.
A bigger gasp tears out of Mimi's throat as Vlad's girth stretches their hole. It’s a tight fit.
They should’ve known given the size of Vlad’s everything else that his dick would be proportionate. But then again, it’s one thing to know, and another to feel it opening you up.
“UHnNnnn Vlaaaad,” Mimi moans, hands scrambling for purchase around Vlad’s shoulders.
“I got you, baby, we’ll go nice and slow.”
Oh, fuck that.
Mimi digs their claws into Vlad’s back then.
“No. Give it to me hard or not at all,” they demand.
Vlad growls then, lip curling and fangs elongating.
“Trust me, I’ll give it to you hard. That’s a promise,” he says, and bucks the rest of his cock up into Mimi’s cunt.
They moan loud at the motion, and louder still when Vlad grinds his hips insistently, rutting his cock into their sweet spot with fervor.
Then he’s pulling out and thrusting back in hard.
Mimi’s eyes fall shut as Vlad pulls out and slams back in over and over again, rattling the headboard.
Vlad’s hand comes up and grabs Mimi’s face.
“Keep looking at me, baby. Wanna see your pretty face when you cum on my cock.”
Mimi cries at the words, completely overwhelmed and blissed out.
They cry even harder when Vlad’s thumb moves down to rub Mimi's clit. They’re so pent up and nearing the edge already from everything leading up to this moment. Mimi wishes they could stay like this forever, but they know they’re not gonna last.
“Vlad, Vlad, Vlad, Vlad, I’m gonna cum!” they whine.
“Do it then,” he snarls, latching onto Mimi’s throat in a claiming bite, and Mimi does.
Their body pulses hot and sporadically around Vlad’s cock, squeezing it hard in an attempt to milk it.
Vlad curses through gritted teeth, and kisses Mimi with all the passion of a dying man as he empties his seed into their starving cunt.
It goes into the condom of course, but Mimi’s body doesn’t know that.
They both catch their breath for several long moments as they come down from such a blissful high. Vlad’s body weight feels good on top of their own. Grounding and steady.
When Vlad lifts off of them to pull out, they whine at the loss, but he rubs a comforting hand over their stomach.
“Be right back,” he says, and heads for the en suite bathroom.
Mimi breathes deeply, letting the cool oxygen fill their lungs, and Vlad returns only seconds later with a warm cloth to clean them up.
The gesture is sweeter than Mimi would care to admit.
When he’s done, he discards the cloth in a clothes bin near the closet and sits on the edge of the bed next to Mimi.
“Do you wanna shower first or should I?” Vlad asks.
Mimi plays with Vlad’s fingers then, mischievous glare seeping back into their eyes.
“Do I get an option C?”
A small smile breaks across Vlad’s face, but he reigns it back in.
“And what would that be?” he questions, knowingly.
Mimi busies themself by walking their fingers up Vlad’s strong arm as they pretend to ponder their answer.
“Well, considering I’m too weak to move, how’s about you carry me in and then just don’t get out.”
Vlad raises an inquisitive eyebrow, but ultimately relents to their suggestion with a dramatic eye roll.
“You’re really too much sometimes, you know?” he says, carrying them bridal style into the large bathroom.
“Like the back of my hand, babe,” Mimi grins, and hangs on tight during their journey into the shower.
~
Once they’re all showered, dressed, and ready for bed, Mimi climbs in beside Vlad under the covers and takes stock of their situation once more.
Should they find it weird that they’re about to sleep in the same bed with a guy they just hooked up with? Maybe.
Should they be questioning the fact that they just had the most intense and incredible sexual experience of their life, new kinks and all? Maybe.
Should they be alarmed that their boss, the billionaire CEO of VampTech is the person who made both of those things a reality? Definitely.
But… they’re not. It just feels right somehow. Like the planets aligning once in a millennia.
Mimi snuggles up close to Vlad then, who lays on his back.
“If you weren't a cuddler before, then you’re about to become one,” Mimi warns.
Vlad sighs in vague annoyance but otherwise doesn’t show any indication that he’s opposed.
After a few moments, he pulls Mimi closer by the hip so their body is pressed up snug against his side, then slips that same arm under Mimi’s head for comfort.
Mimi smiles into Vlad’s chest and lets out a contented sigh of their own, before eventually drifting off into sleep.
~
The sun is high in the sky and streaming in through the bedroom window by the time their bleary eyes blink open. Mornings are usually pretty tough for Mimi but at least this morning they aren’t being woken up by the blaring sound of their alarm. Which, now that they think about it, is a little odd.
As they drift into consciousness various things become apparent. For one, this bedroom is very much not their own. Two, there’s an amazing smell wafting into the bedroom right now, and three, Mimi feels like they got hit by a truck.
Honestly, considering their soreness and lack of memory of the previous night’s events, they wouldn’t put it past them.
Mimi stretches and groans for a few minutes and eventually decides to head for wherever that amazing smell is coming from.
They climb down a fancy oak staircase and through a spacious living area till they reach the kitchen.
Memories of the previous night come flooding back as they stare at the ripped, shirtless torso of the man before them, who is currently using his massive arms to flip a beautifully executed omelet.
Mimi spends a few more seconds taking in the view. There are already various other full size plates on the counter stacked high with fresh pancakes, assorted fruits, bacon and pork sausage, and smaller containers with warm syrup, whipped butter, and hot sauce. Though none of the food compares to the sight of Vlad’s shirtless body on display, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and hip bones and navel on full display due to how low Vlad’s boxer briefs are slung down around his hips. It makes Mimi’s metaphorical balls draw up tight with want.
Mimi is starving, in more ways than one, they realize.
A massive growl erupts from Mimi’s stomach then, and Vlad looks up for the first time since they entered the kitchen.
He gives them a lingering, appreciative once over.
“Good morning,” he says, face impassive, but Mimi can tell something is different than usual. His pupils are dilated, like he’s admiring what’s his.
“Morning,” they say, scratching their stomach under their t-shirt, trying to keep things casual as their pulse races under Vlad's appreciative gaze. “You’ve been busy.”
Vlad watches them as Mimi comes around to join him by the stove.
“A man’s gotta eat,” he says, tearing his gaze away from Mimi to plate the large omelet and turn off the stove, “but I know you don’t do that kind of thing.”
“Pfft,” Mimi chuckles, and Vlad raises an eyebrow at them.
“Are you always this fucking cheesy,” they ask, suddenly overcome with giggles, “or did all the blood migrate to your dick overnight?”
Vlad turns to fully face them then, and backs them into the counter, kabedon-style.
“I don’t know,” he replies, leaning down to press soft kisses into the sensitive skin of Mimi’s neck. “Are you always this fucking cute in the morning?”
Mimi’s cheeks pink at the remark, and suddenly Vlad’s lips find theirs in a sweet kiss. Mimi kisses back, desperate for more. Their tongues tangle and caress each other and Mimi feels like rutting up against the man.
In the heat of the kiss, Vlad slips his hands down to grasp Mimi’s ass, and hauls them up to sit on the counter.
Vlad’s hands squeeze their waist, and Mimi moans into his mouth. Vlad uses that opportunity to kiss down the column of their throat. He sucks and nips and bites his way down, and Mimi’s legs squeeze Vlad’s sides when he sinks his teeth particularly hard into Mimi’s tender flesh.
“Needy this morning, aren’t we, shortcake?” Vlad teases, pulling Mimi’s body into his in a tight embrace.
Mimi buries their face in Vlad’s neck to catch their breath. It feels so nice to be held and wanted and cherished like this.
When they pull back, Vlad’s hand comes up to rub their cheek.
“Hungry?” he asks, sans innuendo for once.
“God yes,” Mimi replies.
“I made coffee too if you want some, but I only have sugar, no cream,” Vlad mentions, moving to pour Mimi a cup and grab the sugar.
A large smile blossoms on Mimi's face.
“I think I know where I can get some. Cream, I mean.”
Vlad rolls his eyes but Mimi catches the blush that tints his ears.
“Just shut up and eat your food,” he says, sliding a plate of food to them on the counter.
“Hmm, how bout you make me?” Mimi smirks.
“On second thought, why don’t I just dump all this sugar in the trash…” Vlad says, moving to throw away the bag of sugar.
“Okay, okay, I’m going!” they shout, shoving a forkful of pancake in their mouth.
Vlad lets out a chuckle and spoons some sugar into Mimi’s cup.
The whole interaction is just so… domestic.
It’s perfect really.
Maybe this whole hooking up with the boss thing wasn’t such a bad idea after all.