Haru’s never been able to eat watermelon, not since he was a little kid. It makes his mouth and throat all itchy and even makes it hard to breathe. It helps that he doesn’t like fruit much, anyway, preferring meat and rice and sweets, so all in all, he’s not usually tempted much.

But apparently he’ll eat fruit for Muti-hyung.

It’s not a big surprise; he’s always been willing to do pretty much anything for Muti-hyung.

The watermelon is ripe and juicy as she feeds it to Haru in sweet cubes, bite by bite. The juice runs down her arm, and she holds it out for Haru to lick up once he’s finished crunching on the cold bites of fruit. He holds eye contact with her, running his tongue up her arm as he laps up the juice.

It’s not long before he feels his throat starting to close up.

He panics, of course he does. That feels scary, after all. Terrifying.

“Do you trust me?” Muti-hyung asks, and of course he does.

She kisses his lips that feel swollen and bee-stung, lapping the dregs of watermelon juice from his mouth. Her kisses feel like cool water, and Haru laps at her tongue like he’s dying of thirst.

“Yeah,” Haru rasps. “More than anything.”

“Good boy,” Wumuti says with heavy-lidded eyes.

A shiver of satisfaction runs down Haru’s spine.

Good boy, good boy.

“I’m itchy,” Haru complains. “My mouth is itchy.”

“Poor baby,” Wumruti says as though she’s not the one who did this to him. “Do you want to stop?”

Haru shakes his head and is rewarded with Wumuti’s smile. He loves making Wumuti smile. It feels like how he imagines drugs feel to other people.

“Then let’s give you something else to focus on, hm?”

Wumuti unzips his pants and takes his cock out. It’s warm and fat, hard from what he’s been doing to Haru, playing naughty games with his pet fox. Haru’s eyes flutter involuntarily when he sees it, and cute. He’s so cute. So darling and innocent and perfect, exactly Wumuti’s type.

It’s terrible, Wumuti thinks, for the universe to have made someone like Haru and then to have put him directly in Wumuti’s path for Wumuti to do terrible things to.

She only has to apply a little pressure to Haru’s shoulders in order to guide him down. Haru basically gets on his knees on his own.

Wumuti puts a cushion under them and rubs her fingers through Haru’s hair, ruffling the thick strands between them. It’s so soft now that Haru’s started using the conditioner that Wumuti put in the shower for him. He smells delicious when Wumuti bends down to bury her nose in his scalp and sniff.

Haru makes a warm chirruping sound at the affection, and Wumuti can’t help pinching his cheek.

“I love you,” she says.

“I love you, too,” he parrots back.

Wumuti turns back to the little glass dish of cut fruit and picks up another cube of watermelon. Haru’s eyes follow it with apprehension, and Wumuti’s dick throbs knowing that Haru would eat it if she gave it to him.

He doesn’t like that his throat is starting to itch, but he still would.

The power he lets her have over him curls her toes.

She rubs the melon over her dick, shivering a little at the cold, smearing the juice all over it to make it sweet before giving it to her baby.

When she’s finished, she tosses the watermelon back into the bowl, no longer having a use for it.

She holds out her cock like an offering.

“Open,” she tells Haru.

Haru inches forward on his knees and drops his mouth open and sticks his tongue out, looking up at Wumuti with the most trusting eyes.

“Fuck,” she hisses under her breath.

Terrible, the worst thing in the world. He’s all hers, and she’s never letting him go.

She sets her cock down on his tongue like an offering, rubbing it over his tongue to let him taste her.

Haru whines and licks at her, his tongue curling around her shaft, clumsily trying to lick her everywhere at once. The kittenish strokes of his tongue aren’t enough to do more than tickle, but she throbs at the visual, the view from up here.

He’s so eager that Wumuti has to grab him by the hair to pull him back, and he fucking whines, trying to lunge forward for more. But she only pulls him back enough to properly feed her cock into his mouth.

He feels so good. Haru is so good at this.

Wumuti groans as he closes his lips around her and sucks.

“Does it taste good, baby?” she asks, keeping her fingers gripped in the back of his hair.

He rumbles around her cock, eyes slitting shut as he nods. Wumuti thumbs Haru’s lower lip, stretched tight and full around her. His lips look like they do when he’s just gotten back from a filler appointment, like they do when they’ve been kissing for hours, plump and red and swollen.

She rubs her thumb over it, mesmerized, making the irritated flesh sting.

“Can you breathe?”

Haru’s exhale wheezes a little, but he nods.

Wumuti is so gentle as she fucks his mouth. She pushes her cock all the way in by slow degrees. It has to be said that she isn’t small. She exhales a sharp breath as she feels her head rubbing up against the back of Haru’s throat, hot and wet and tight.

It feels softer and puffier than usual, almost as if Haru was a girl and Wumuti was using her—

Wumuti goes a little further, pressing herself in until Haru’s nose is pressed to short-trimmed hairs at the base of her pubic bone, exhaling sharply at the pleasure of being all the way inside him. She holds him in place for a few seconds longer when he starts to gag, his eyes watering and throat fluttering around her stiff cock while he tries to fight his body’s urge to push her out.

“Good boy,” she croons as she lets him go, pulling back far enough to let him drag in a few raspy breaths before she slides in again.

She finds a slow, lazy pace, fucking his throat slowly, telling him what a good boy he is, how good he’s being for her.

“You’re gonna make me cum, baby,” she chokes out.

Haru starts to get lightheaded from the combination of being slowly choked by Muti-hyung’s cock and the creeping allergic reaction making him itch and burn. She pulls back just enough to let Haru have little sips of air before pushing back in again.

She starts speeding up as she gets close, fucking Haru’s face in earnest now, too fast for him to keep up, and all he can do is go limp and lax and let her use his mouth.

He gets his hand down the front of his pants, too uncoordinated to bother taking his cock out. Instead, he just presses it to his crotch and humps his own palm.

He’s so close, everything is getting blurry, and he and Wumuti cum at the exact same time, their orgasms blurring together as one bright and colorful thing in Haru’s fuzzy mind.

Then, there’s a sharp pinch in his thigh.

Wumuti tosses the autoinjector away, rubbing Haru’s back and peering into his eyes.

“Breathe for me baby. Are you okay?”

Haru sucks in a deep breath. His heart is pounding, and he nods. He can breathe much better now, but his heart is going too fast, and it doesn’t feel good. He leans forward, tired, and rests his head on Wumuti’s shoulder. It’s the perfect height for him.

“Mama,” he murmurs.

Wumuti stiffens for a fraction of a second and then holds him closer, stroking her fingers over his back in soothing patterns.

Haru’s pants are all wet, and he’ll have to clean himself up soon, before it gets uncomfortable. For now, though, he feels totally boneless and isn’t sure he can move.

“That’s right, baby. I’m here. Did you have fun?”

Haru nods again, too tired to pick his head up, so he nods against Wumuti’s neck. She smells good here, and he snuffles at it, nuzzling into her smooth, warm skin.

“It wasn’t too scary?”

Haru thinks about it for a second, then nods again.

Wumuti pulls him away from her a bit so she can look at him. It feels like holding up a weak newborn kitten. “It was scary, but you had fun?”

Haru nods again. He yawns. The burning feeling in his mouth is starting to go away, and he whines wordlessly until Wumuti puts him back against her skin. He burrows in happily as soon as she lets him go.

“I wasn’t really scared,” Haru feels the need to sleepily clarify. “Knew you wouldn’t let anything happen to me.”

Sometimes, Wumuti wonders if Haru puts too much trust in her. She thinks he might, but she also vows to be worthy of it and never let him regret it.

As the effects of the adrenaline fade, Haru feels himself being pulled steadily toward sleep. He wonders if Wumuti started using a new soap. She smells different under her favorite perfume, right in the crook of her neck. Haru sticks his tongue out to lick it a bit and comes away with the taste of watermelon.