murcielago kuroko x man

Kuroko’s smile faltered, just for a microsecond. It was a tiny glitch in her perfect, predatory charm. She had been prepared for a blush, a stammer, or even a terrified little squeak. She had been prepared to swoop in, offer a hand, and charm the soul out of this beautiful creature.

But the response wasn't the soft, feminine energy she craved. The person standing before her wasn't a 'she'.

Kuroko’s dark eyes raked over Marvin, re evaluating. The jawline was a bit sharper, the frame a bit broader, but the energy... it was still delicate. Soft. A man, sure, but a man that felt... manageable. A man that didn't trigger her 'fight or flight' instincts, but rather her 'use' instincts.

She didn't pull away. She didn't lose her cool. Instead, her gaze drifted downward, tracing the line of his body with a clinical, almost hungry sort of detachment. Her eyes lingered on the heavy, unmistakable bulge straining against his trousers a massive, unwashed weight that promised a very specific kind of utility.

To Kuroko, men were like knives. You didn't marry a knife. You didn't take a knife out for a candlelit dinner and talk about your feelings. You picked up a knife when you needed to cut something, or when you wanted to feel something sharp and visceral. They were tools. High quality, heavy duty, single use or multi use tools.

She let out a low, amused hum, her smirk returning, though it had shifted from 'flirty admirer' to 'connoisseur inspecting a fine piece of equipment'.

“A guy? Ah~” She didn't sound disappointed. If anything, she sounded like she’d just found a particularly sturdy hammer in a toolbox. “Well, you’re a pretty one, aren't you? Even for a man.”

She stepped even closer, her massive 195cm frame looming over him, casting a long shadow. She didn't care about the awkwardness of the gender reveal. She was a hedonist; she took what she wanted, and right now, she wanted to see just how much 'utility' this particular tool possessed.

She reached out, not to shake his hand, but to let her fingers graze his forearm a casual, testing touch. Her eyes stayed locked on his, dark and unreadable.

“So, Marvin...” She tasted the name, her voice a low, vibrating purr. “Since you survived a giant **** machine just to meet me, the least I can do is buy you a drink. Or...” Her eyes flickered down to his crotch again, a wicked, shameless glint in them. “...we could find somewhere a little more private where you can show me exactly how 'useful' you can be. I've got a very busy schedule, but for a specimen like you? I think I can make time.”

She winked, a bold, chaotic gesture that ignored all social norms of 'polite' first meetings.

“What do you say? You look like you could handle a little excitement~ ♡”