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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      妖怪ウォッチ_|_Yo-Kai_Watch
  Relationship:
      Lord_Enma/Hinozall
  Character:
      Lord_Enma, Hinoshin_|_Hinozall, keita_is_there_too_I_guess
  Additional Tags:
      Sugar_Daddy, thats_it_really_lmao, HAPPY_PSYCHIC_SPECTERS_DAY_EVERYONE
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-29 Words: 2666
****** Allowance ******
by brimst0ne
Summary
     Enma needs a little bit of financial assistance.
Notes
     HOOOO BBOY WHOSE EXCITED FOR PSYCHIC SPECTERS CUZ THIS BITCH
     IS!!!!!!!!!!
     I wanted to write porn of hinoshin for like. Months bc he's like. My
     Second favorite??? Maybe???? I really adore his design and how my fav
     pixiv artists draw him so. Yeah
     Bet y'all didn't miss me, but here I am and I'm Back with a Vengence
     And this is an Extremely Horny fic, once again, I am projecting
     Hardcore onto Enma, but yknow,
     Enjoy!!!!!
"Aren't you going to get the new Yolo Watch game coming out this week?" Keita
excited bursts out, eyes gleaming with glee. Enma blinks.
"Oh, yeah, totally! Im always down to play something with ya, Keita!" He then
rummages through the handbag at his side for his wallet, just to make sure he
had enough for a full price game.
23 dollars and 45 cents was all he had to his name. He was known for being a
big spender, but maybe he shouldn't have sprung on that pair of designer heels
this week. He wasn't allowed to take money out of the royal bank account. 'It's
for emergencies only!' As Nurari put it. That sale at Dressbarn WAS an
emergency, as far as Enma was concerned. But Nurari hid the passcode, username
and everything else related to the account probably in a desert in western
Qatar, or somewhere way far away from here. Enma sighs.
"What's wrong? Don't have enough?" Keita asks, worriedly.
"Nah, I mean, Yeah, but I can take care of this." He shuts his wallet with
confidence, stuffing it back into his bag. He may not have access to his bank
account, but he had access to someone else's.
--
Springdale business tower. Oh how he knew this place way too well, from his
countless visits up to the twelfth floor. He strides in the door confidently,
walking past the rushing businessmen with purpose, so no one ever stopped him,
even though he looked like a young teenager. He enters the open elevator,
Jamming on the button for the twelfth floor with his thumb as he idly checks
Twitter on his phone. One of the businessmen was obviously not like the others,
as he phased through the human ones. One of the workers Enma had interacted
with many times.
"Excuse me, sorry!" He says to the humans who obviously cannot see or hear him.
He manages to slip in the elevator right before it closes, panting as it starts
to lift. He doesn't even notice Enma until he snaps his fingers to remove his
human disguise, the sudden noise making him jump. Enma's eyes change from brown
to gold, and his hair from black to blonde. The worker watches in awe, like
he's unable to move.
"L-Lord Enma! Erm- thank you for your hard work!!" He stutters out, and Enma
gives a sympathetic smile.
"No no, it's alright, you can just call me Enma. I'm not a king out here, at
least." He winks, making the worker stutter even more.
"Ah!! A-Alright Lo- E-Enma. Are you here to see Mr.President?"
"As always. He's on break right now, right?" Enma inquires, just to keep
conversation going. He already knows the answer.
"Y-yes! Indeed he is! I was-was just bringing him his afternoon coffee." He
holds it up as if to prove it. It's a miracle he didn't spill it on his mad
dash into the elevator.
As if on cue, the elevator dings, signifying that it has reached its
destination. The doors open, and a crowd of bustling workers scurry about, some
with giant stacks of paper, others with clipboards, it carried wildliy, but
things seem to come to a halt once everyone notices Enma stepping out of the
elevator. The nervousbusinessman has already rushed ahead, not wanting to keep
his President waiting. Enma practically strutted down the middle of the office,
wearing his trademark smirk as he waved to all the gawking workers. Some
exchanged whispers, others seemed to be holding back excited squeals. Enma was
used to this kind of reaction; but it wasn't his first time here, not by a long
shot. He just seemed to have this Yokai Starpower that was unmatched, even by
the likes of Pinkiepoo or Dandoodle. Especially that guy.
He goes through door after door, making many workers stop dead in their tracks
and stare. The fact that he's wearing less than appropriate shorts and a loose
tank top didn't help. He forgot he was wearing it, honestly. It's still hot at
the end of September, but he was used to the heat, living in Waiharii. Oh, and
his jingling bracelets and earrings probably attracted even More attention.
Finally, he reaches his destination "PRESIDENT HINO" is etched in a gold plate
above a regal looking door. Enma doesn't even bother to knock, just opening it
kind of slowly, making sure he wasn't in some sort of important meeting. Before
he could see inside, that nervous business man came barging out, even more in a
rush than before. It nearly knocks Enma on his ass, but thankfully he regains
his balance. The guy didn't even notice him. Readjusting himself, he beings to
open the door again, this time with no intteruptions.
And there he was. The so-called 'Hinoshin' or just 'Hino' to people like Enma.
He was typing pretty furiously on his computer, obviously gripped by something.
He loved to create, he lived for it, and Enma couldn't help but stare. That
passion he emitted was like catnip to Enma, the exact opposite from his prickly
chairman Nurari. He craved affection, and the older man just simply couldn't
deliver. So Enma searched elsewhere.
Somewhere along the way he found the man before him. It was at one of their
royal masquerades, which Enma absolutely loved; minus the part where Nurari
helicoptered over every single interaction he made with someone. But Hino
particularly caught his eye. Something about his strong voice and personality,
and yes, his raw passion. Also, it didn't help that he was really REALLY hot.
And an older dude. Pretty much every criteria for Enma to lose sleep over him.
He managed to slip out of his chairmans grasp if only for an hour or so, and
just talked to him. It was dazzling, like something out of a cheesy hallmark
original. Something about him was captivating, yet dark. Like he wanted to sit
on his lap while he threatened some corporate rival. It was a very specific
feeling, but Enma latched onto it. He gave him his business card, and
immediately after the party he plugged it into Yo-Maps to find him, just so he
could possibly get a taste of what he so longed for.
And after a few months of this, now he's here. He did get a taste, in fact, a
full course. Now he was, for lack of a better word, his sugar baby. Enma would
go into Full Slut mode for him, and he'd get to dip into Hino's ridiculously
deep pockets. It was practically a win-win. He never asked for money in the
first place, though.
"Here." Hino shoves a wad of bills in Enma's handbag as he gets dressed.
"Huh? What for?" Enma asks, pulling on his shirt. Hino seems to almost
be...Flustered? This was new.
"Erm. I guess I'm into it?" He averts his gaze, making Enma's drift to his bag.
"Oh. Alright, I'm cool with that." Enma shrugs, grabbing his bracelets off the
floor and returning them to his wrists.
It was a bit confusing at first, but Enma got used to the constant income;
spending it on nice clothes, makeup, video games... Now not only did he adore
the certain type of affection he gave him, he also liked the cash that came
with it.
Hino finally noticed someone else was in the room, trying to play it cool.
"Ah. Good afternoon, my dear king. Come to the first bank of Hino again?" He
smugly quips, shutting his laptop. Enma smirks at his comment, they had about
the same sense of humor, so they bounced off each other naturally.
"Pfft. You know I come here mostly for your dick. Don't act like I'm some cheap
hoe." He quips back, making Hino laugh, putting his 3DS, papers, and various
other things in his drawers.
"You DEFINITELY aren't cheap, daiousama." He shoots again, leaning back in his
chair. Enma sticks his tongue out.
"YOURE the one who decides how much you give, idiot."
Hino chuckles, and makes a beckoning motion with one of his many hands. Enma's
heart skips a beat. He approaches coming up to his desk. He gently places his
handbag down in front of it.
A hand reaches out, and takes Enma's chin. His breath hitches, as Hino draws
closer. He's hovering inches away from Enma's face as this point.
"I missed those beautiful eyes." He says somewhat sentimentally. Enma smirks
nervously.
"Creep."
Hino smirks back. "Can't argue with that."
He then leans in closer, having their lips connect. At first it's almost
chaste, but then quickly heats up at Enma leans to meet Hino halfway over his
desk. Enma's half hard-on squeezes against the desk, making him flinch at the
contact. They break away, Enma already panting. He was all talk, honestly. He
melts once a hot guy kisses him.
"C'mere," Hino half mumbles, half whispers. Enma almost immediatly obeys,
hopping up onto the desk, now sitting directly in front of him, legs dangling
off.
Hino licks his lips, making Enma's heart jolt. One pair of arms easily lifts
Enma up, and onto his lap, straddling him. He could immediately feel Hino's
dick, and it was rock hard. A bit of anxiety stirred, but that always happened
whenever he was manhandled like this. He gulps it down, adjusting his position
on his lap.
Hino seemed to carefully observe every little movement Enma made, making his
skin prickle with excitement.
"Those shorts are awfully short," he mentions, as he idly runs a hand up Enma's
thigh. Another pair starts to feel up his sides, another on his shoulders, this
was the sensation he lived for. The feeling of being felt up in six different
places at once was incredible.
"Who in the right mind would let you walk around with those on?" He teases the
young king, starting to reach up what little fabric was there. Enma couldn't
even try to formulate a reply, he was so focused on the presidents touch that
was all over him.
Wordlessly, Enma begins to sort-of grind against Hino, who chuckles at his
desperation.
"Already? My, that Nurarihyon must be neglecting you more than usual, you poor
thing..."
It was true, they had fought a couple nights ago. Nurari was upset at Enma
staying out late, the usual. It ended in Nurari having to pull his fist out of
a wall. Enma snuck out the next couple days. He leans into Hino more, as if for
comfort. He takes a free hand and rubs comforting circles into the Kings back.
"There there, I hope your Uncle Hino can make everything better." He says in a
low voice, making a shiver run up his spine. Enma takes initiative and kisses
Hino deep, letting his frustrations out. With another one of his many free
hands, Hino takes this opportunity, to help the both of them out. First, he
unzips Enma's ridiculously tiny shorts, and begins to palm at him through his
adorable pair of stripped panties. He must have noted which kind he likes from
their many experiences together. His dick is just as hard as Hino's peaking out
a bit and leaking precum. He takes it out, making Enma moan into his mouth as
he gently pumps it. Another hand unzips his own suit pants, pulls down his
boxer briefs just enough so that his dick nearly smacks Enma's. He pulls away,
spit trailing down between them.
With said hand, Hino presses both of their dicks together (which was quite the
size difference) and pumps them rhythmically together. Enma sighs, obviously
content, and his pent up sexual frustration finally had an outlet. He kisses
Hino again, this time a little more sloppily, more desperate.
Hino hums happily as Enma starts to lose himself in the sensations flooding his
mind. This is just how he liked him. Hands run up his shirt and over his chest,
his hips, his thighs. This was truly what Enma needed.
"Wait. Lean over the desk." Hino says simply as he pulls away from Enma, hands
releasing him. The boy dazedly nods, as he hops off of Hino's lap, spins
around, and lays his torso over his desk. This was always his favorite part, he
noted in his overloaded brain.
The president smirks to himself at the sight before him, before rummaging
through one of his desk drawers and retrieving a bottle. It was unmarked, but
obviously lube. Enma hears the pop of the cap and shivers, dick twitching from
neglect.
Hino tugs down Enma's shorts, but hesitate at the cute pair of panties that
Enma obviously bought just for him.
"Y-you can keep em on. Just move em. I knew how much you liked these kind."
Enma says shakily, brain crazed with lust and barely able to make a coherent
sentence. That was a miracle.
Hino obliges, moving the panties out of the way just a bit, just so he could
get to Enma's entrance. Enma exhales.
He squirts a generous amount of lube on one of his hands, and coats his dick
with the goop, making for an easy penetration. A pair of hands grabs onto
Enma's hips for leverage.
"You ready?" He asks, somehow gently.
"Just fuck me already, old man." Enma spills.
"I'll take that as a yes."
He takes it only a little slow, but that's just for his own enjoyment. He knows
Enma needs no preparation at all, he's the towns resident cumdumpster. But
since he enjoys it, Hino sees no problem with it. Once he's in all the way,
Enma groans, gripping the edge of his desk. It felt amazing. Just what he was
after.
Without asking (Hino knew he'd get the same answer) he starts to fuck the young
king at a pretty breakneck pace, nearly railing into the boy. He knew this is
how he liked it, rough. Probably related to some sort of trauma, but Hino
obliged by his wishes. Enma pants under him, making little noises everytime he
slammed into him.
"C'mon, I-is that all you got, ya geezer?" He taunts, making Hino smirk once
again.
"Oh, I'll show you what I've got."
Much to Enma's surprise, he takes ANOTHER pair of hands and puts them on his
hips. Enma was taken aback, but he had never been more turned on. And for good
measure, another hand takes Enma's neglected cock and begins to pump it up and
down.
With all that leverage, you'd think Enma might just split in half. Possibly,
but it's a risk both of them were willing to take. Hino rails into him. Making
him nearly scream. He knew where Enma's g-spot was, and he was purposely not
hitting it until now.
Enma saw stars.
It all happened so fast, he could barely comprehend it. A scream of pleasure
ripped from the King's throat, and before he knew it, he had came all over the
front of Hino's desk and hand. Not soon after, Hino slammed into him one last
time and came buckets, making Enma shiver as it started to overflow out of him
and hit the tile floor.
Hino gently flipped him over, so he could see his face. It was wet with tears
and spit, but god was he so happy. He tenderly kissed him, and Enma held on for
dear life.
--
"A CREDIT CARD? Where did you even get that?" Keita asks incredulously as Enma
offhandedly mentioned it while he was going to buy the game.
"Oh? Yeah, I have one now." Enma says matter-of-factly.
"Can I see?" Keita asks in a hushed voice, almost like he was afraid of getting
caught. Enma nods and pulls it out of his wallet.
"Hmm...It doesn't look fake...'Akihiro Hino?' Whose that?"
"Erm, the royal treasurer. So I don't have to reveal my identity, yknow?" He
smiles to reassure him, and Keita hands it back. He stuffs it back into his
wallet.
"Well, whatever. At least we're gonna have fun this weekend!"
"Yeah, for sure."
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