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The click of the door finally broke him out of your spell. He rested his back against the leather chair, his lungs taking a deep breath as he came back to reality. He didn’t know how long he can handle your presence before doing something so reckless. Hiromi’s fingers hook on his tie, pulling it to loosen his collar just enough to get more air.

He needed to stay on top of his game.

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It was like you were purposely teasing him.

“Here, Higuruma. The documents you requested and Mr Mishima thanked you for the reminder.”

The documents were warm, fresh out from the printer, both your hands set on each side on the pages; a polite manner when giving it to your boss but, Hiromi could only focus on the bra you were wearing today. The thin fabric clung nicely to the garment making Hiromi’s senses go wild. Could it be a cute little lacy one? With an opening in the front that would make it easier for Hiromi to snap it open with his teeth? Plus, the silk bow that held your blouse made it look so tempting to undo.

To make conversation Hiromi glanced at your manicured nails, “Ah, Did you get your nails done recently?”

Your eyes slightly widen at the sudden comment of your nails, but you give a smile with a flex of your new set, “Yes, I just got them done! Decided on a new color on me, how do they look?”

His eyes traveled around your fingers, the nimble limbs decorated by your new fresh acrylics—he could only imagine how those nails could dig into his wooden desk if he bent you over it—“The color suits you…”

Your smile brightens even more, the color of your cheeks began to show, “Gosh, thank you! Your the first to notice the change”

He gave a small huff of laughter, needing to shake away the desire he was suddenly feeling so early in the morning, “I have quite the eye for detail.”

‘Like noticing your skirt is shorter from yesterdays…’

Oh, yes. He noticed the shortened skirt as soon as you walked in from work. The way it hiked up your thighs even more when you tried hooking up your coat on the rack, just barely covering your ass. He was addicted the way it was snug around your waist, exposing more of your curves to him. It didn’t help that you were wearing higher heels that elongated your legs, which gave Hiromi a glance of your inner thighs every now and then.

Every click and clack of your heels became a sirens song to Hiromi. His eyes would instantly try to find your form when he heard the sound. He was so desperate that he made excuses to get out of his office; either by getting something from the break room or pretending to grab more supplies. He would stare whenever you began to print documents for some upcoming meeting, how you stretched across the machine in order to click a single button— how every piece of fabric on your body just cling to your curves so sensually. He grew a bit jealous at how the other young male lawyers were also infatuated at your simple motion.

It only got worse when his client came in for his appointment.

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He really did try to focus on Mr Mishima, he really did try.

The man continued to spew on about how much money he spent on lawyers to help him with this case. He needed to prove that he is innocent of some crime that Hiromi couldn’t remember. Usually, Hiromi was writing notes while a client is speaking, trying to get every detail about the case; however, it was so hard to care when his cute assistant is perched on the chair near the door in her miniskirt. Legs crossed, thighs wrapped in that sexy mesh stocking, heels slightly dangling on the front of your foot— barely revealing your smooth soles.

He bit on the click of his pen, focusing on how your skirt can barely contain the plush of your thighs. His eyes darted back to Mishima as he asked Hiromi a question that revolved around the case.

Hiromi had to pull something out of his ass to save face.

“—Thank you for coming, I’ll make sure to look over the case thoroughly.”

The meeting was a disaster in Hiromi’s eyes, he had never been so distracted in his life. That damn skirt. Damn you. What made it more frustrating was how Mishima also gazed on your form when you led him out. The lawyer wanted nothing more than to lock you away in his office, rip away your stockings and taste you.

Hiromi pinches the bridge of his nose, needing to get back into his professional mindset before he gets an HR complaint.

The door clicked open once more, his eyes peeked open to see your form emerge. Your lovely face pokes from the small gap of the door, “Excuse me, Higuruma?”

He quickly flattened the wrinkles on his coat, “yes?”

You squeeze yourself through the door, closing it from behind, “Sorry, I think I forgot my phone here. Do you mind if I?—“

“No,no…not at all, go ahead.”

He gestured around awkwardly, turning away to let you look around in peace. You walked over to the chair that you had once sat in, your hands digging in the gaps of the cushions. Hiromi could just see your bent form from the side, his head itching to just fully turn, but he knew that he needed to keep his distance. Unfortunately, his eyes began to wander.

There in all its glory was the curve of your ass on full display, your skirt ridding up just enough to see your cotton panties. You continued to dig into the cushions, your knees buckling on the position you were in. Then, Hiromi noticed a small tear in your stockings, one in between your inner thighs. The idea that the tear was caused by your flesh rubbing against one another almost made him groan out loud.

“I got it!”

You victoriously pull out your phone from the cushions, showing him your triumphant smile with your face flushed and all. The sudden movement startled Hiromi, his eyes quickly shifted around before going back to you.

“O-oh. Congratulations”

A breathless chuckle escaped your lips at his awkward consolation; however, you didn’t think much of it. You quickly headed out from his office, giving a cheerful depart before heading back to work.

God he needed to keep it in his pants.

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He was back in his flow: documents were being highlighted, sticky notes littered his desk, phone calls were being made. Hiromi had no distractions—

“Higuruma?”

Fuck.

His eyes look away from his document toward yours, he gave a polite nod for you to enter his office. He couldn’t get over the way your calves flexed as you stepped in your heels, it made him wonder if your feet ached from the constant pressure. He imagined his fingers digging into the soles of your feet, watching you squirm from the relief of his touch.

He shook away the thoughts that invaded his mind, “Yes? Did something come up?”

You lightly shook your head, “I was just checking up on you, are you staying overtime again?”

Hiromi glanced at the clock, he barely realized that it was almost time for him to call it a night; however, he did want to stay a bit longer to get his papers in order.

“Yeah, I still have some things to finish up.”

Your cheeks softly puff up forming a slight pout, “But you haven’t taken a break yet, Higuruma”

His heart thumped against his ribs as he saw that cute expression, he let out a breathy chuckle, “I’ll be fine. You don’t have to stay though—“

‘I might do something stupid if you do’

“I don’t mind staying. I can help out even, so you don’t have to stay so long.”

“You really don’t have to— it’s getting dark, it’s best if you go home—“

You waved your hand, your nails glistening through the dim light, “No,No— I don’t mind at all! Maybe you can get some good night’s rest after this.”

Reluctantly, Hiromi agreed for you to stay— not that he would really put up a fight to not have you in his office. He had to use all his mental strength to keep himself professional, he could not let himself do something reckless with you. Though, the sway of your hips was hypnotic as you sat yourself down by the coffee table. The minutes passed between the two, Hiromi would take notes on every document; his fingers gliding with the high lighter with such precision that made him even more attractive.

Your eyes would more often than not glance at him, seemingly sending a message that he didn’t want to believe. They would run up and down his form, noting every detail of him: his white button up that clung deliciously on his pecks, his tie was loosen enough for him to concentrate but you wanted nothing more to grip on it tightly— you bit your lip, focusing back on organizing the files.

The only thing filling the silence was the ticking from the clock that was set in the corner of his office, the movement of the hand only intensified the desire that the two of you were feeling. From an outside perspective, it was so obvious that the two of you wanted to bang each other in that office; however, it seemed that it was the two of you who were holding back.

Hiromi would look up from his documents, tired eyes would find your form like it had been doing all along; moreover, they would trace your neck, the smooth skin untouched— sensitive even. He was captivated the way your plump lips pursed out in concentration or even contemplation. Once they got to your eyes, his body jumped as your pupils stared into his.

“Something the matter, Higuruma?”

There was a honey essence to the words that lathered your lips, it only made Hiromi try to push down the desire that formed within himself. He moved some documents absentmindedly, needing to make it seem like he had been busy,

“Ah… I’m fine, fine. Did you need something?”

He couldn’t help but cringe at his dumb question, though it couldn’t be helped with you confronting him. Hiromi followed your gaze as it trailed from his lower stomach to his face in a slow torturous manner; he tried fixing himself up, fearing that he looked disheveled. But, his movements stopped as he began to realize your desire— finally accepting his own as well.

Your fingers play with the corners of the stacks of papers, your plump lips still pursed out in feign innocence, “Perhaps…”

He gulped down the anticipation that was building up in his throat, but his voice came out in a sort of husk, “what do you need?”

You pushed yourself off from the coffee table, your body flowing up like water. His eyes were fixed on the way your skirt wrinkled up and down with the friction of your thighs, watching as you came before him. As you stop right in front of him with half lidded eyes, one foot holding more weight that the other; for the first time in ages, Hiromi felt utterly small.

You leaned forward, resting your palms on each of the arm rests; his hooked nose barely touching yours, he could could count every speck of color in your pupils. The vulnerable position made him repeat his question,

“What….what do you need…?”

You inch closer, rubbing your nose lightly on his, sharing your minty breath with his, “You.”

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Loong strokes of his tongue lapped over your clothed pussy, damping the layers that kept the two of you apart. Hiromi could feel the warmth of your thigh as it lightly placed itself over his shoulder; locking him in place. After a few moments of stimulation, he poked out his head from your skirt.

“Let me taste you… please, let me— I need it”

Your eyes glance down at him, glimmering with mischief, “Undress me then”

Hiromi felt his throat go dry, his hands hesitantly moved toward the waistband of your stockings first; his fingers hook onto it, pulling it down slowly. The color of your thighs finally revealed themselves from the mesh stockings, arousing him even more. Removing the last inches of the mesh, he threw the fabric behind him before diving into your scent once more.

The hardness of his nose nuzzled itself deeper into your panties, which made a soft sigh escape your lips. Your hand grazed lightly over his gelled hair, praising him with your touch. You could feel the sweat from the tips of his fingers as they pull down the delicate lace you wore; exposing the trail of your slick connecting from your panties to your cunt.

“Fuck,” a low needy groan escaped his lips.

Not even giving you time to breathe, he began to work his jaw as his tongue began to twist inside you—spreading your folds to taste that sweet honey. Hiromi grabbed the back of your thighs, pushing your hips into his face to let his tongue hit deeper inside you; you had to grip onto his wooden desk to not fall off.

“You taste so delicious… so fucking tasty—mm!”

He could tell you were close, your walls began to pulse with every lap— you even gripped his hair tightly, nails slightly digging in.

“Higu—-fuck! Yr’ so messy,” you rolled your hips into his face needing to feel that big nose hit your clit in the right way. You could hear the rough groans and gulps as Hiromi drank your slick. You could feel the way his lips mouthed your pussy, practically eating your insides.

Hiromi pushed himself off from his knees, the top of his lip having a glimmer of your cum that he didn’t care to wipe away.

“Lemme fuck you… please, let me put it in—Sweetheart, I’m aching for you”

He pushed his hips against your wet cunt, making you feel his throbbing member through the fabric of his pants. Every grind of his harden cock against your wet core left a beautiful stain on his pants. Your nails gripped onto his jacket which he quickly shed off.

“Yes… Yes, Higuruma—Put it in…”

“Hiromi,” he quickly corrected, needing to break away from their professional barrier. He watched as the anticipation in your eyes deepened with the added closeness.

“Hiromi. Cute name”

You leaned in to kiss him, which Hiromi was gladly willing to accept; his tongue slipping inside your mouth, lathering his wet muscle against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers rubbing circles at the soft skin of his neck.

The two of you needed to be even closer than this.

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“Hiromi—fuck! Hiromi!”

Your high pitch whines echoed around the room accompanied by the slap of his hips against yours ass. Hiromi gripped onto your sides as he rammed his cock into your pussy, stretching you out nicely. Every time he pulled back, he could hear that lovely squelching cry that came out from your cunt. He liked the way your nails dug onto the end of the desk, leaving marks onto the expensive wood. Every buck from his hips left your body moving forward by his rhythm.

“So tight—-Sweetheart, you’re killing me”

Your gummy walls kept sucking him in even deeper. His hands were all over you: caressing the side of your breasts, caressing the fat of your ass—- each touch left you so needy for him. Bent over the desk, lying over the cold wood; you could feel his throbbing tip hit your walls from different angles causing more cries of pleasure. Your knees buckled as they began to grow numb, you could even hear the droplets of your cum hitting the wooden floor of the office.

“Hiromi—we’ll… we’ll ruin the floor! I’m dripping all over…”

Hiromi couldn’t care about the floor, he leaned forward to kiss the back of your neck, “Stop thinking about the floor. Focus on me, doll.”

Your pussy lips clung onto him, suctioning him in permanently. Tears filled your eyes as his broad chest squished your body against the desk. His teeth grazed your ears so teasingly that it made you tighten. His thrusts began to grow more rough and quick; kissing your cervix with such haste that made you beg for more.

“I-I am focused on you! Fuck, Hiromi!”

His breeding balls smacked harshly against your now puffy lips, every thrust spilled out more of your connecting slick. You clenched your teeth tightly as you felt yourself lose more control.

Hiromi brought his hand to grab your breast from under your bra, his fingers squished against your warm flesh and the cold wood. His fingers swirled your harden nipple: pinching and pulling that made your mouth drool. The sensation caused your pussy to slurp his cock, your hot slick burned against his sensitive skin. He could feel his muscle coil as hot cum began to spurt slightly. Every fleck teased your insides to wanting more.

“H-Hiromi! Hiro—guh! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You pushed your hips toward his own, with his final thrusts came to action. Hiromi’s balls squeezed tightly as his cum painted your gummy walls; your cervix expanded against your organs. You could feel your belly bulging against the wooden desk, causing a nice press. His body was atop of yours, keeping your hips locked in place to take every last drop of his seed.

A low groan erupted from his throat, “Sweetheart….mm, you were so good for me”

His fingers lightly grab your face, which was already buzzing from his touch; his lips softly pressed against yours, aching to feel your plump lips once more. You could barely comprehend what was going on, but your lips moved against his with passion that made you understand that you were his.

“Such a disappointment, Isnt it? Born to such greatness but can’t be much help to our clan,” one of the elders sneered as a young boy passed, every step of his somehow brought disdain to the people around him; each of them covering their mouths with their sleeves to filter their venom. Though, his dark eyes continued forward as he was led throughout the estate; a life that cannot possibly have any meaning, that was his fate as Toji Zenin.

But you didn’t believe that, though your opinion meant nothing in their society. Being born as a servant, your fate was to obey every command that the Zenin clan asked of you. At a young age, you learned how to keep your head down and not draw attention. Sadly, it was sort of impossible as you were born to serve Toji Zenin, the stain of the clan. Everywhere he stepped in the estate brought attention, with his presence being proof greatness without the need for curse energy, something that the Zenin’s could not let prosper. You stood behind him as every insult was thrown at him, or as dirty looks pierced through. To serve Toji was to also become as meaningless as him; however, did that even matter if you were also a servant? You didn’t matter much anyways.

Toji was different from the rest, obviously, but he treated you with a sense of trust. If you made a mistake, maybe getting him the wrong tea, he would turn a blind eye—which would be a different tale if it was any other member. However, Toji didn’t demand total obedience from you: just your loyalty. To stand behind him while stones were thrown at him.

Like right now, Toji had dared to ask why he couldn’t be apart of the Zenin clan martial arts training; not that he wanted to join the clan but he wanted more training.

“Don’t bother trying, you can never stand beside the other members”

The clan member stood in front of Toji, the man’s face inches away from Toji’s, his body coiled with anger.

“Or do you look down at us? Keeping your chin high, but can’t even make the cut to be apart of it.”

He jabbed his finger into one of Toji’s muscular pecs, wanting to make him lose his balance, to cower. But, his apathetic eyes looked down at his fingers, then back at his face: sizing him up. Toji could only turn his gaze away from the man with a mocking huff escaping his lips, the action angering the man even more.

“Why waste time on such a disgrace.”

The man slammed the paper door shut as he stepped out of the room. Toji’s shoulders dropped, the tension rolling off his body; the man’s departure allowed for you to raise your bowed head to where you stood behind Toji. He glanced behind his shoulder, his eyes drifting down your form for a few moments before he spoke,

“Get me some tea. Two cups.”

Your body snapped straight up, before giving a curt nod as you kneel in front of the paper door, sliding it just enough for you to get out. With practiced ease, your feet move through the estate without making the wood wheeze by the pressure. Other members of the clan don’t even look at you as you give a silent greeting, but you continue on.

Taking the cups back, you watch carefully as the tea cups jitter slightly with your movements, your shoulders locked up with your head bow down when you finally make your way back to him. Sliding the door open, Toji sat by the opening to the Zenin garden, his fists bunching the fabric of his clothes. Kneeling beside him, you place the two cups down for him, staying in that position until your were dismissed.

“Stay. Have some tea with me, the extra cup is for you anyway.”

His fingers absentmindedly gestured to the second cup, expecting you to sit beside him,

“Thank you…”

You give a slight nod before sitting beside him, you hold the tea cup between your hands; the warmth of the cup spreading across your body making it more relaxed. The breeze moved around, pushing the hanging chimes in the right way to create a beautiful song; however, all you can focus on is Toji,

“Did I warm the tea correctly? I put a little extra sugar as well,”

You could tell he enjoyed the effort that was put into the tea, his lip curved into a slight smirk when he had taken a sip,

“Its alright. Tastes the same,”

You give him an annoyed glance, a small huff escaping your lips,

“Jerk.”

His slight smirk curved even further, to hide it he looked down at his own tea cup; his lashes covering the affection he felt. Despite your subtle displays of affection, Toji could never let himself truly accept it. Every when time love would try to welcome him, his soul would always retract into the comfort of loneliness. Even knowing that, his hand stretched out toward your cheek, two of his fingers grazing the soft skin. The action made your heart swell, only making you more incline to lean into his touch.

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Toji would often sneak in fashion magazines for you. It was forbidden for servant women to indulge in such hobbies, such terms even applied to the female clan members; purity of the clan was priority. Either way, Toji would pull out a new issue of Vogue out from his sleeve to hand it to you,

“Saw this while getting my pack,”

The cover was of some model in an abstract pose, showing off a new piece, wind brushing their hair in a other worldly way. Your fingers brush over the magazine, eyes sparkling at the new pieces that you wish you could wear, you turn the issue toward him pointing at the cover

“Wow..! Look at that VeraWang dress!”

Toji pretends to be focused on the dress that the model was posing in, but he could only focus on your excited expression,

“Looks beautiful, you’d look more beautiful in it though,”

You shyly giggle, cowering your face into the magazine, “as if! I couldn’t even afford these dresses!”

Toji could only let out a light chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest, his eyes crinkling in such a peaceful manner. Toji sat beside you, staring as you flipped through the pages of the issue, glancing at each pieces of expensive clothing. In these moments, he wished that the two of you were in a different world, one where he could buy you those clothes. If he wasn’t a Zenin, and if you weren’t a servant; you’d be dazzled in clothings that were only made for you.

His hand made its way to the back your neck, his thumb caressing the soft skin with your pulse thumping in a gentle beat. His moving hand made its way to the side of your jaw, slowly moving his calloused thumb around. The gesture making your cheeks heat up, like he was just teasing you.

With that, you decided to be bold. You turned your head as he made his way to your cheek, kissing him. Your lips grazed on another, a simple swap of warmth between you two. You could feel Toji’s body still, his eyes widening at your sudden action. Hesitantly, he fully gets into the kiss, his large mouth moving over yours. You could feel Toji pulling you closer, his large hands settling on your hips.

“I can’t ruin you…. Can’t hurt you, doll,” he gently pulled away leaving your pretty lips swollen, his thumbs caressing your hips, “but you make me wanna ruin every part of you…”

“Please… I want you so bad,” you push your body forward, needing his warmth. He stared into your needy eyes, checking if this is truly okay, but soon he crashed his lips onto yours.

His tongue pierced into your mouth, moving around to explore every aspect of it. As you pushed your body forward, his large hand cupped the fat of your ass giving a nice squeeze. You could let out a muffled moan as he continued to ruin your mouth, your hands gripping onto his clothes.

“Yr’ so soft, doll”

The words coming in a low rumbling from his chest. Toji began to guide you onto your back, his larger body shadowing yours, his lips beginning to move down your throat like a burning heat. His hand caressing your sides, till his kisses reached your collarbone, then one began to rub your thigh under your servant clothing. Your once modest clothing becoming undone by Toji in a delicate manner, each garment slowly revealing new skin.

“T-Toji…I need you,”

Needy words spill from your lips, as your thighs ached under his touch. Two of his fingers grazed over your panties, feeling how soaked they were for him; your body arching for more. Toji was only halfway through of undressing you, and you grew from antsy for his bold touches.

“m’almost there baby… be patient,”

He began to let more fabrics fall from his own form, letting his muscular body show, scarred and all. Your body was now fully bare, the cold breeze hardening your nipples. Toji sat there, his cock fully erect, pulsating as he teased it against your wet folds. Low groans escaped his lips as he could almost feel your pussy lips trying to suck him in.

You push your hips slightly down, eager for him, continuing to stammer soft “please”s. Every plea went straight to his throbbing cock as he inched closer to enter you. His hands cupped your tits, gently squeezing, his finger tips rolling your nipples in a pleasing motion. Toji’s lips continued to mark your neck, his teeth grazing the skin that left goosebumps at their wake.

“Toji… put it…”

Your slick dripping from your pussy as it begged for Toji to put his cock in. He let slick cover his cock before slowly entering you. His cock stretched out your cute cunt, making a nice squelch as he settled in. Your toes curled into the floor, your back arching as you feel your insides being rearranged. It was a whole different feeling from the lonely nights that you had spent masterbating thinking about this moment.

His hips began to move violently, moving forward and back, each thrust smacking your hips. Your hands dug into his shoulders, leaving more marks in his scarred body. One of his large hands caressed the side of your thigh, while the other held his balance as he loomed over you.

“So fucking tight… you’ve been cravin me for so long haven’t you?”

His tip kept kissing your cervix in the right ways that made your brain spark, your gummy walls clinging to his cock for more. His balls pulsated as they ached for release, but Toji wanted to wait a little longer; he loved watching your cute face scrunching up from all the pleasure. Your head snapped back as felt how deep he was,

“T-Toji…! Y-Your so big…!”

Toji gave a breathy chuckle, “I can see that, baby… look how yr’ tummy bulges… so fucking hot…”

Your bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, Toji’s bangs dripped a bit of his sweat onto you with every thrust, his fingers having to dig into your hips to keep you in place. Your throat could barely make any words, with every sound coming out being choked sobs or moany whines.

“Fuuck…. Yer too perfect…. I’m gonna own this pussy…. She’s gonna be mine…”

His brain was so fried that he was talking straight to your cunt, his hand hiking up your legs to his shoulders so he can thrust into you nice and deep. Your pussy lips were red and puffy as his fat cock kept ramming into you, so much so that your juices and his pre-cum sparkled out.

“Feel me?”

His cock pulsated, the tip sputtering out bits of cum ready to drain. Toji grabbed your face, making your teary eyes look into his loving gaze: he needed to your face when he cums. With a final smack, his balls began to drain out its hot cum that it had been holding in. Your legs spasm as his cock shot cum straight into your cervix, filling it up completely. A nice sucking sound could only be heard from your pussy as it drank its fill. Toji’s rough lips kissed the corners of your eyes, then gently on your lips.

“You did so good… so good fa’me”

Your arm weakly lifted itself to draw it over his back, “I love you…”

His body froze, his heart almost dropped with those whispers that had spilled over your lips, but he still replied back,

“I love you too…”

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A couple months had past since then, the two of became more lax around one another. The two of you continued to share affectionate gestures in closed quarters, a silent romance that bloomed within a thorny branch. But as the months grew, so did the pressures of the clan. They began to see Toji as a burden to get rid of soon, it was eminent that they will soon kick him out. Toji wasnt going to let them kick him out, he was going to leave in his own term. But he knew, he couldn’t take you.

His hand gently ran through your hair as you laid on his lap, a part of him could feel that you knew what was going to happen— you had probably been hearing the rumors going around. Maybe you had hoped that this love would be enough for him to stay, but the tension of your shoulders waited for the news,

“Y’know, I heard this story about some elephant in China. In the mountains of Manzhouli, it sits there. Despite the people feeding it or poking it to make it move, all it does is just stay there,”

His voice was low, his hand gently ran up your shoulders,

“Doesn’t an elephant remember everything? Every bad thing done to it and what not. What drives a big animal to just… give up?”

You bit your lip, you knew what he was trying to elude to; but you desperately hoped for just a little more time with him. You wished the two of you could love each other just for a bit longer… just a few more moments, so you can hold dead to your heart.

“The elephant will move soon. It’ll get away from the poking, it’ll blow its trunk loud and clear,”

You could only nod at his words, agreeing that he will move too. That he will be something great without the clan, without needing you,

“Please, Toji… promise you’ll only love me…”

“I promise”

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It was now winter, the snow covering the past of the two of you, leaving no traces of it. You didn’t know when you had stopped crying or if you no longer had any left to do so. Once Toji had left the clan, you were sent to mostly handle the laundry of the clan. Each day blurring through one another, all becoming a meaningless mush.

When ever you laid in bed, you could never sleep. You could only imagine Toji walking the streets, you wondered if he had something warm in his belly in the cold winters. Sometimes you fear that you’ll forget his touch, or his laugh when the years will move forward.

It was some day, in some morning when one of other servants came by,

“Here, you got a letter.”

You absentmindedly grabbed the envelope from their grasp, perhaps it was a letter from the clan to move you to another department; but as you opened it up, your heart began to stammer.

Toji did really view Shiu as a good friend, the man helped him out during tough times, giving him money to get him back on his feet— overall, he owed Shiu a lot. Even with that, you sure were tempting, with your short skirts that enticed him into kneeling between your thighs to devour your cunt. Every lap from his tongue sent your lovely body into a spiral. Despite being Shiu’s, Toji often found himself tangled in bed with you, whispering sweet nothings to your ears as he ran his hand up and down your back. You were all he was thinking about as he sat across Shiu,

“Y’know, I think I found someone I like,” Toji tipped the half empty beer, watching as the liquid edged the rim before taking another swig. Shiu’s eyes widen, he almost spat back the sip of beer that he was holding within his lips,

“Really? Who’s the lucky lady?”

Toji gazed down at his drink, every wave from the beer reminded him the way your ass jiggled as his hips thrusted into you from behind. How the weak hotel bed barely held on as he hunched over your body, his pecs touching your shoulders, one big palm cradled your stomach to feel the bulge that would pop out from your skin, the squelch of your pussylips sucking him in,

“She’s… never mind… it’s just fantasy,” Toji squashed those memories with the bubbling liquid going down his throat. Shiu didn’t take that lightly, he took another swig of his drink, pointing the glass toward Toji in a accusatory manner,

“Oh c’mon, tell me! I’ve never seen you so shy about a woman— c’mon, what’s holding ya back?”

Toji touched the back of his neck in a nervous manner, “well… she’s not a single woman… she’s with some guy, married.”

Shiu raised an eyebrow, but his lips curled into a smirk, “ohhh… didn’t think you’d be the homewrecker… actually who am I kidding,” Shiu chuckled, his finger touching the edges of the rim, “well, don’t let that stop you; you practically have her already. The ring doesn’t chain her heart.”

Toji let out a small huff, one that could be played off for laughter, but he felt guilty for sleeping with you, “Don’t go sayin’ that, I don’t wanna leave the guy brokenhearted”

That made Shiu cackle, “Ha! Since when did you care about that! Man… something about her is making you too soft. C’mon man, don’t be an idiot, fight for love!”

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“fuuuck… yr’ so tight! Were you waitin’ fer this? Thinking about this dick while with him, huh?”

Toji violently jerked his hips back and forth into your screaming pussy, each slap sparkling the sweat for your bodies. You arched your back, your head bobbing back as Toji continued to manhandle you,

“Mmm’yeah! I was waiting for you…!”

You made the excuse that you were visiting your girlfriends, Shiu only absently waved you goodbye as you headed out. It all began with a steamy kiss within the rain, Toji’s rough lips working on yours— you should’ve been satisfied with just your Shiu, but… Toji was addictive.When his hips would retract, his cock inching away from your gummy walls, you could help but push your ass forward. You needed to feel close to him once more.

“Such a sweet thing, sucking me in so good,” the words rumbling against your shoulder, you could hear every breath hitching as Toji held you, his thumb circling around your clit. The sensitive bud sent shock waves through your body, causing slick to sputter out with each thrust.

Used condoms decorate the bed, the two of you were on your last piece; Toji held you in a more intimate position, your legs hiked up his shoulders, folding you real nice. His balls almost drained, even taking away the guilt he had for sleeping with Shiu’s girl. He tried not to think about it, not that he really could as he heard your choked sobs with every single slap of his hips,

“She’s fuckin’ made fr’ me, taking me deep in… she just needed a real man, huh?”

He could practically feel your pussy vibrate, purring at his filthy words; he wondered if Shiu ever saw this expression of yours. You couldn’t even speak properly, every word coming out in a breathy mewl. Toji could feel himself getting close, his hand extending out to hold your throat, he could feel your heart throbbing; your face contorted into a mess, as your body drew into a close. With the final motion of Toji’s hips ramming into yours, his body locked up— desperately cumming inside the condom.

His upper body leaned close to you, his head resting next to yours as he caught his breath; one hand cradled the side of your face. Toji’s gaze looked toward the sparkling ring that was left behind the counter, one that he always made sure you took off.

But he was always reminded of Shiu.

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Still, Toji sat in front of Shiu once more, with his beer in hand. He couldn’t tell if Shiu could see the hickey on his neck, could he tell they were from your lips? Toji couldn’t really focus on what Shiu was blabbering about, he could only really concentrate on how he was just eating out your pussy before meeting Shiu. The way he spread your folds before licking up the slick that was dripping from it—

“So, what happened with your secret lady?”

Shiu’s voice quickly chilled Toji’s body, it caused him to grip on his drink tighter. Turning his head away from Shiu, he leaned into his chair deeper,

“I told you to drop it, I’m not gonna do shit with her,” a lie, but, maybe it was something he truly wanted to convince himself. Maybe letting you go would help him get away from the guilt he got from looking at Shiu. Then again, he couldn’t just get rid of that sweet taste from his lips.

“C’mon, you’re getting old, might as well settle down.”

“Ya dont know who could get hurt by all this.”

That intrigued Shiu, “Since when did you ever care about that? I say, just take what’s already yours.”

The comment only fueled the frustration that was brewing in Toji’s chest; he should just take you, hold you in his arms for just a while. But those thoughts always seem to dispel whenever he would have these discussions with Shiu. He couldn’t betray the man who had been there for him, his best friend. Even with that, the truth kept etching itself up his throat.

“Oh yeah? Cuz I’ve been ramming my cock inside your wife,” his voice came out in a clear tone, leaving no room for doubt; he grabbed his beer, putting the rim up his lips to gulp down the bubbling liquid. As he put the glass down, he looked straight into Shiu’s shock face. He watched as his eyes fell onto his ring, widening even more as if his finger fell off,

“My wife?”

“Well, I dunno if she’s yours anymore. Like ya said, her heart is not chained by the ring.”

Choso was known as the recluse in his apartment complex. Never really coming out, never really greeting his neighbors when he got his mail, overall he was a hermit. Sometimes the neighbors thought his unit was abandoned by how long he would never open the door or leave. Even despite that, Choso enjoyed his life: he liked being in his own world. As the years grew, so did the loneliness, but Choso always held himself back. The last time he dared to come out of his apartment, he had made a fool of himself at the convenience store! He couldn’t even hand his cash to the cashier without his hands shaking!

It had gotten so bad that Choso has resigned himself to make connections in the ether space. He spent hours scrolling through forums, chatting away with other online users— yet he craved for a more personal experience.

Deep into the evening, chugging down his third energy drink of the day, he was typing away with some of his online friends about his day. It had been a shitty day, his DoorDash order was wrong, his upstairs neighbors were having loud sex, and he was still awake to listen.

@Ch0_<So: it’s so annoying… they’ve been going at it for hours!!! ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ HOW do I deal with this?!

Some users suggested using noise canceling headphones, even podcasts that went along with the advice, but still it wasn’t enough for him. He kept scrolling through the messages until he saw a particular comment.

@J3lk_Mast33r: Maybe you need some special entertainment d( > _・ ) Here’s a site that will help ya,man! —>

Choso was a bit hesitant to click on the link, he didn’t need some porn to make his day better; he needed to distract himself from his horny neighbors. Though, he couldn’t help but get aroused by the sounds coming from the happy couple. The way the bed creaked, he could tell that the guy was thrusting his hips roughly into his girlfriend, telling how she let out strangled sobs. Against his will, he clicked on the link, which took him to a pink page with some glittery message.

‘Welcome,

You have entered into a world of comfort and pleasure. Our website’s goal is to give lonely men a place to relax and feel wanted. We have many lovely ladies who would love to be your next venture! Enter a chat with them, pay for a show that will warm you up! Click “accept” to see our ladies!’

What a scam, was his initial thought of the site, but he still clicked ‘accept’. By accepting, it took him into the homepage; after a few seconds of figuring out how it worked, he was able to filter through to find his type. Further scrolling into the website, he began to get more intrigued of the idea. There was many beautiful women on the site, their profiles personalized to what they wanted to appeal for the viewer. Websites themed more cutesy or sexy than others. The girls posed in alluring ways that would garner clicks to buy their time.

His eyes landed on your page. The banner of the page was just you— lying on your stomach on your bed, the sheets curled around your legs leaving some parts exposed to show the curve of your ass, your shoulders bare as you cover your breasts teasingly away from the camera. He was utterly captivated, you were just his type.

‘Uncover me now~’

Words etched under the image teasing Choso to click on the ‘chat’ button. His finger hovering over his mouse key, contemplating whether to bite the bullet, but one more glance at curves of your body—he pressed down, beginning his chat. (Well, shortly after purchasing 30 minutes worth of your time)

‘Thank you! She will be with you shortly!’

Within those moments, Choso quickly made sure that he looked presentable— cleaning his desk area, fixing his hair, wiping off the crumbs off his shirt. It still didn’t give him enough time, his screen began to connect with your camera. The first thing that came up on his screen were your breasts; moreover, how the plump flesh was held nicely by the sheer fabric, nipples beading out from the lace making them look enticing.

“Oops… sorry about that,” you shifted the camera upward to finally show your beautiful face, “Shall we get the night started?”

“uh-I’ve never done this before… How does this work?” He mumbled, fidgeting with wires of his headphone, trying not to look down the valley of your breasts.

You giggled, sensing his lack of confidence, “It’s okay, I’m here to keep you entertained, to play out any wild desires you have,” you watched as Choso shifted in his seat, still uncomfortable with the idea of playing out his deepest desires.

Sensing this, you decided to take the first step,“Let’s start out slow then”

Choso could only watch from his chair, as you zoomed out the camera to show your full body. The dim lighting made your lingerie look more appealing to take off, toy’s laid beside you ready to play out anything he’d like. His mouth slightly waters seeing the set up, already imagining what you will do. You reach for some sort of oil, flicking the bottle open then pouring the substance on your chest. You run the cold liquid over your breasts, pinching your nipples against your bra—the liquid made the lace disappear as it clung to your skin. You made eye contact with the camera, groans escape your lips as you put more pressure on your nipples. It felt so wrong, but he watched your hands follow the oil down to your tummy.

Deciding to test the waters, you grab a pink small sleek vibrator, running your tongue along it to lubricate the toy. Choso leaned closer to his screen, his eyes hyper focused on the way your tongue swirled around the object or the way you glanced at the camera, testing his reaction. His hand itched down his crotch, palming the heat that was growing, but his eyes never leaving your form. He watched intently as you turned on the vibrator, traveling it down to your wet cunt. You shift to lay on your back, your legs now facing the camera; the toy grazing around your clothed core.

“You like that?”

Choso’s mouth went dry as you finally addressed him, “Y-Yeah,” his voice quivering as he continued to map out his hard cock through his boxers.

“Hmm…I don’t know…. Maybe I should try harder to make you love it, right?”

You push aside your laced panties, rubbing the vibrator against your wet folds— not yet putting it in. Letting out soft mewls, teasing your pussylips before pushing the vibrator further inside your wet cunt. Using your other hand to spread yourself more for him. Choso can hear the sound of your slick quenching around the silicone. His cock twitching, inflamed from the tension, yet he didn’t do anything to stop it.

“Mmm….I-I’m soo wet… tight—for you,” the toy goes deeper into your cunt, the gummy walls clenching tightly onto the vibrations. Choso’s eyes were bloodshot as he continued to touch his throbbing cock; his hands trembling as they went up and down on his print. His computer screen fogged up from how close he was panting on it, he wanted to touch you so bad. Choso was hypnotized at the way the toy was pumping into you. He imagined himself thrusting into your tight hole with such skill. Hearing you scream his name, begging him to fuck you harder. Your moans grow louder as the speed increased, you back arching when the toy hit the right spots.

His cock was so red, aching to burst out its hot cum— yet his fist were clenched to his side.

“Can you….put another toy inside…?” His voice coming out in a sort of rasp, his eyes never leaving your form.

You tilted your head towards the camera, giving a small smirk, “Finally giving orders…?” You switched positions, your ass now facing the screen, the soft flesh of your thighs twitching from excitement. The vibrator was still inside your cunt, your pussylips sucking in the vibration of the toy, but now you introduce a larger vibrator to put up your tight ass. The girth of the toy stretching your hole for Choso’s enjoyment.

“L-Look…I-I’m such a mess for youu…. yer so f-filthyyy..!” The larger silicon giving rhythmic thumps inside her rectum. The two toys abuse your holes, your lips already puffy and inflamed from the overstimulation. Choso can see the slick leaking from your cunt. His hand rubbing faster on his cock; the tip red from the blood rushing, desperate to cum.

“Fuuuck… I-I’m so dirty… I’m so disgusting…” he pants out, his head feeling light headed as he continued to watch the way your holes quench against the objects. He just ached to lick those toys clean once you were done.

“Mmm… sho disgusting… sucha pervert….” You moan, pushing your ass forward to make the toys go deeper inside of you; even increasing the speed of your vibrator. The stimulation hitting your gummy walls in the right places that made your toes curl deeper into the sheets. You could hear the small whimpers coming from your screen as Choso jerked harder on his sensitive girth, his head rolling back as he went faster on himself.

“Aww, yr’ close?….What a perv, ready to cum all over his screen?” Fingers rubbing around your sensitive clit, adding more stimulation to your body, feeling yourself getting closer. The ever increasing feeling of your tummy twisting in joy, ready to release the tension being built. Your pussy tightened around the toy, the buzzing sounds with the sloppy sounds of your cunt made Choso go crazy.

“Fuuuckk….I’mm gonna cummm…. So close! Cu-Cumming…!!”

As you reach your climax, you pull out the two buzzing vibrators, letting out a loud groan of pleasure. Seeing the way your cum trickled around your swollen lips, down to your twitching thighs; Choso let out a low moan as his body began to release the tension that had been coiling up his body. Hot white cum spilling across the screen, staining the image of your body panting atop of your bed. Choso’s body was still twitching from the session, finally his eyes settle back to the screen. A small message came to greet him from his rush.

‘We hope that you were pleased with your service! Leave comments to your lady on how well she did! Chat again, anytime you need our ladies <3’

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It had been a couple weeks since Choso had the best night of his life. He could still hear the moans that escaped your lips as the vibrator pulsed around your puffy lips, he can envision the way your toes curl into the sheets as you melted. Choso remembers having to wipe away the hot cum that spilled over onto his monitor, his body riding on the high that you had given him. After those moments he quickly went back onto the site—creating an account, paying your monthly subscription, even paying extra to get an hour of your time every week. He was obsessed, he craved to see more of you. Now, he’s been spending hours looking at your content; absorbing the many ways you fucked yourself dumb. He couldn’t get enough of it, to the point that he had spent a large chunk of money getting exclusive content from you.

“Go-God… I.. I can’t get enough…!” He yanked up and down his throbbing cock, his hands becoming slippery from the cum that was threatening to burst out. He staring at one of the new photoshoots that you had posted. One where you were in some kitchen only wearing an apron, the curves of your breasts being held by the thin fabric. There was an arrangement of photos of you in different poses, each one getting more promiscuous than the previous ones. He was pushing himself to the edge, not letting himself cum until he got to the last picture.

The final photo was of you getting some raw batter onto your apron, the sticky substance making the white fabric translucent. Choso could see the color of your areolas, he bit his lip as he roughly jerked himself, each stroke getting himself ready to cum onto his hand. He wished that was his kitchen that you were in, all messy with that slutty look on your face, spread over the counter with your folds open for his pleasure.

“Fu-uhhck! So sexy….!” He could feel his eyes burning from pleasure, forcing Choso to let out a choked out mewl before ejaculating onto his hand, he could feel the warmth of his own cum on his skin— yet he didn’t wipe it off.

He was so far gone for you. Every interaction with you was catalogued tight in his brain, each of your moans were etched into his heart.

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Despite all of this, you had really no clue of Choso’s obsession. You were just a hot girl wanting to make some extra cash to spend on new Coach bags, maybe some Maison Margiela items, whatever you desired. You had no qualms about masterbating on camera; in fact, it made you more turned on having some guy drool over your wet cunt as it’s being fucked by your favorite vibrator. You were never really interested in the person behind the screen watching you, it was just that feeling of having someone watching you do such dirty things that really aroused you. Though recently, you have been interested in one of your more frequent spenders. Whenever he came up on screen his room was dark, the only thing making his figure was the glare from his screen. You wouldn’t describe him as confident, since he was always apprehensive about his requests; however, he was the one who made you squirm the most.

You kept on thinking about your weekly interactions with him; the way his voice quivered as you spread your wet folds for him, you can even hear him try to hold his moans as he stroked himself. You just wanted to jump through the screen to ride his cock until he’s drooling and crying for you to let him cum, maybe you were just really horny right now, but your body was craving that intensity. To satisfy your cravings, you decided to go to your trusty sex store to get some kinky items to try out for yourself, maybe find something that will make you see stars.

As you walked through the store, moving past shelves of sex toys, each more intense than the one beside it, but nothing really seemed to enticed you to buy. With that, you decided to do one last walk around of the store, hoping that some magical toy would appear out of thin air. To your delight, something way better appeared; near the pocket pussy section was the man you’ve been chatting up with every week.

Choso was super nervous being in such a store, he barely got out and now he was at some sex store! Even with all that, he needed to be here to buy his own pocket pussy. He knows that he could probably buy one online but, he needed to see the products for himself, the silicon needed to be the exact size of your cunt. He studied each toy, looking at the length, depth, the texture of the gummy walls— he needed it to be almost exact of what he imagined your pussy felt. Choso was so absorbed by his search that he didn’t even notice your presence behind him, it took him a few moments for him to realize someone was behind him. Once he finally turned, his body completely stilled, seeing your form made him do a double to make sure you were real.

You could tell he was mortified seeing you in this sex store, as he was buying a pocket pussy to cum in, it made you want to giggle. Both of you were in a sort of stand still; not knowing what to do and wanting to so much to one another. In such a quick moment, both of you could feel the sexual chemistry brewing.

“I didn’t know I made you feel so desperate,” you glance at the silicone cunt in his hands, you couldn’t help but back him into the shelves, “Were you going to use that for our next call? You were going to dirty that while I entertain you?”

He couldn’t even speak, he could only grip onto the toy as his body coward by the smoothness of your voice, “Maybe..,” Choso couldn’t even defend himself against your gaze.

Your fingers trailed over his chest, the heat seeping through the fabric of his shirt, “Y’know, I’m right here right now…. Why not try the real thing?”

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Getting to Choso’s place was easy, since he never wandered too far from his apartment; furthermore, as you finally entered his place, you pressed him against the door. The air between the two of you became thick, you just wanted to rip his dorky anime shirt from his body and devour him, but you settled with rubbing your knee against his crotch. Each stroke from your knee caused Choso to grind against it, seeking more pressure from your body. His face scrunched in pleasure and frustration, needing more from you.

You couldn’t help but lean your face closer, “Yr’ worse than a dog in heat”

His body shivered at the implication, but he continued to grind himself onto your knee, his eyes couldn’t meet your intense gaze, “Y-Yeah… I am…”

Taking away one of the hands that was supporting yourself onto the door, you let your fingers graze under his chin, hinting to look up. Once his face finally met yours, you inched even closer, lips brushing against one another. Choso begged for entry as he lapped his tongue over your lips, which you let happen. The kiss was messy, Choso sucked on your tongue, the wet sounds echoed throughout the small apartment. Your bodies continued to seek friction from one another, your wandering hand went under his shirt to pinch sensitive nipples. Choso could only let out weak moans against your lips. With all of this going on, the two of you still had not forgotten the toys you had bought from your trip. You glance down toward the bag, Choso following your gaze as well,

“maybe we should try the silicon pussy, I wanna see how long you can handle that before you try me,” the words almost coming out in a sort of enchanting whisper that sent sparks down Choso’s already hard cock. Your hand palmed against the straining fabric of his jeans, you could hear the cries of his girth wanting your touch— the idea to which excited you.

The next thing he knew, Choso was on his cheap mattress with his pants pull down, his body barely holding himself up as you slammed the silicone down his cock. Choso could feel his girth slipping in and out, causing the pussy to warm up. Every ridge, bump, curve within the silicon only sent shockwaves throughout Choso’s body; additionally, it didn’t help that you were sucking and biting down his collar bone. You could see the tension in his body building up as his knuckles turned white from gripping his sheets.

“Fuh—fuuck…! M’gonna cum….! Cu—cum!!”

His head snapped back, the tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. Choso couldn’t even say how good it felt, every time he tried opening his mouth to speak, only short gasps came out. The feeling was further exasperated by your tongue swirling around his nipple— he barely registered when you had taken off his shirt! Each slurp coming from the suction of the plastic cunt was followed by the wet muscle against his chest. Choso didn’t know for how long he could hold on,

“M’gonna cuum! G-Go harder!”

Choso’s hips jerked forward wanting to chase the high before he came all over the silicone, his tip hitting the back of the plastic pussy with urgency. Every movement suddenly stilled as he lets out a loud whimpering cry, his back arched as he came inside the rubbery gummy walls. Choso could feel his body turning into putty against the sheets, his lungs working over drive to get him back— he could even hear his heart thumping against his ears. Yet, he turned his head toward you, his voice coming out in a croak,

“I…. I wanna feel you…”

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The only sounds that littered between the two of you was the constant thuds as the headboard slammed into the wall, the whining springs from Choso’s mattress that were barely holding together; lastly, the rhythmic smacks of your hips pushing down onto Choso’s cock. Your hands gripped onto his abdomen to support yourself as you continued your movements, your eyes rolling back as you can feel his length hitting your gummy walls.

“Fuck…! You feel sooo good….so fucking good!”

You couldn’t help but praise him, which in turn made his cockhead pulsate. You rubbed your hips against his pelvis, wanting his tip to hit every inch of your walls. As he hit certain spots, you let out loud and whiny moans,

“Yes!! You’re so good…!”

Beneath you, Choso was gripping onto the curves of your ass, your pussy felt amazing compared to the silicone. His cock was enveloped by the warmth of your flesh, he could feel the walls squeezing him every now and then. As you lifted your hips up, Choso jerked his pelvis forward causing a rough thrust into your body, the sound of his balls slapping against you echoed throughout. His eyes were infatuated by the way his cock bulged out from your tummy; in a way, he felt dominant despite his position. You could hear his teeth grinding against one another as he tried to contain himself, the sound furthering the heat pooling in your stomach.

Tits bouncing up and down, Choso gathered the strength to lift his upper body forward to catch one of your nipples between his lips. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, even pinching the flesh with his teeth lightly. The actions caused you to grip the long hairs of his head, but not yanking him away from your chest. His hips took more action in this new position, pushing his pelvis forward in a rhythmic motion that made your gummy walls covered in slick.

“Feelssooo good…. So tight….so fucking warm,” you could hear the lump in his throat, his eyes glaze over with pleasure. His brain was barely even able to process the sight of you and the feeling of your body.

Choso moved his body forward, his hands on the skin of your back guiding it to the soft sheets. He didn’t stop there, he grabbed one of your thighs and hiked it over his shoulder; at this angle he would hit your cervix deep from the side. In long and slow thrusts, the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix. As he continued to push his hip forward and back, his eyes ran over your body. The way your tits jiggled with each thrust, the sweat glistened your skin; what made it even more euphoric was the squelching sounds as your pussylips suctioned his dick.

“Go—Go harder! Fuck me harder!”

Every moan coming from you had a sort of whinny tilt to its tone, you can feel his cock heating up when your walls tightened around it— your cunt was just salivating for him. Hearing your pleas, Choso’s grip on your thigh tightened, he supported himself with his hand as he leaned forward to hit your womb even deeper. His cock expanded your tight hole, and as it retracted, your gummy walls squelched for him to come back. Choso’s cock was covered with the slick that was oozing out from your cunt; so much so, that it splattered your tummy with each thrust.

He could feel himself getting closer, but that didn’t slow him down. In fact, he gathered the last bit of energy to finish his performance strong. You could feel the cock tip sputtering little sparks of cum, a tease for your cervix.

“Fuck…. I’m gonna cum…! Let me cum inside…. Please…. Please!”

Choso’s whines made your cunt tighten, you bobbed your head into a nod as you couldn’t really say anything coherent. Bucking his hips forward, he lets out a loud grunt; furthermore, a final smack between his tip and your womb before cumming. His cock head bursted out with his cum, the substance covered your walls, even mixing with your slick. Choso’s body continued to thrust but now, they were weak and sloppy. From his point of view, he could see his cum oozing out from your abused pussylips.

With the few and final thrusts, Choso slips out his tired dick, his body crumbling from the exertion. You could barely feel what was between your legs, maybe you could feel the constant twitching of your gummy walls or the way his cum was still dripping out from your hole. The two of you laid beside one another, brains fried, the bed was covered in sweat, cum— an utter mess from what it was before. As you both tried to catch your breaths, your eyes met with his, you just wanted to fuck him all over again.

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“Must we share the taxi together?” You complain to Hiromi as your shoulders brush against one another. You couldn’t help but feel relieved to not be left alone in such circumstances. For months, you held your tongue, you continued to dress yourself nicely and politely smiled. Your mind couldn’t help but stray, how could you let your husband stray away from you? Why couldn’t you have satisfied him? Your eyes glance out the window, the bright lights of the city blurring with one another; however, Hiromi interrupted the darkness that was about to pass through your thoughts.

“I don’t want to be alone with my mind right now,” his eyes were also out the window before slowly focusing onto you. The way his eyes looked at you, it filled you with a suffocating warmth that was so foreign, making your body shiver. Hiromi turned his gaze forward, away from yours once again, “I wonder how they fell in love. What did we lack?”

You couldn’t help but scoff, turning your sights out the city once more, “It’s no good to dwell on such details… Can you even call it love?”

Hiromi shrugs, leaning his elbow at the car window, “I wasn’t that good of a husband… always worked… I wish I told my wife how beautiful she was,” his voice becoming low and solemnly, it was dwelling on him of what his marriage weakened.

You look down at your lap, the light dancing off the diamond bracelet on your wrist mocks you, the expensive fabric of your bag suddenly feels so cheap—You were just a blank slate, something to be decorated, paraded for your beauty by your husband. In return, you were able to wear the expensive clothes and jewelry, making the other wives jealous of your elegance. Marriage meant nothing to you, really. However, seeing the way Hiromi’s eyes longed to fix his marriage, it couldn’t help but make you wish that you had cared a bit more. There was something swelling inside your throat, the feeling had only slowly simmered since you had found out the affair, it threatened to spill.

“Why don’t we figure it out? I mean, we should help each other to fix our marriages.”

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Your words led the two of you into a dingy love hotel, the walls painted in a sultry red with the sheets complementing the color, mirrors covered half of the walls while the other held a large window. You sat with your hands on your bag that was place on your lap, your gaze shifting from your bag to Hiromi. Hiromi seemed relaxed, his dark eyes meeting yours finally.

“What does your husband usually say when he gets home?”

You fix up your posture, trying to recall the times your husband actually came home on time, “he usually goes to sleep after work.”

Hiromi turns his body toward you, his hand extending to brush away some invisible dust from your cheek, “You look lovely tonight,” his hand slowly runs through your jaw before retreating back, “how’s that?”

Your body snapped up straight from his touch, it had been so long since someone had made an effort to complement you, “that…. That was good… What does your wife usually do for you?”

Hiromi’s gaze goes out from a distance, digging back into the small moments that he held so dear about his wife, letting a gentle smile adorn his face. He couldn’t help but let out a soft huff, “My wife usually is sowing up her dresses while she’s watching television. Seeing her like that makes me want to scoop her up in my arms, but… I always held back.”

“That’s very romantic. I never imagined a man like yourself would swoon at the simplest things,” even yourself let a smile creep up at his words, they were so sweet, “Well, I’ll get into position. Pretend you’re coming home from work.”

Hiromi chuckled, he got up to make his way toward the door of the hotel room, he waited a few seconds before making his way back. He slowly stepped closer to the bed, in which you were lying: your back was turn toward him, your smooth legs atop of each other. His hand loosened the tie that was attached to him, and in a quick swift motion, you were in his arms. Your body jumped—though you knew this was going to happen— his nose nuzzled into the neck of your dress. You smelled luxurious, your skin was so soft as he dragged his nose upward.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs against your skin, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist; he pulled his body beside you, to bask within your warmth. Hiromi feels you hesitate, but you delicately rub those soft hands against his forearms,

“I’m glad that you’re finally home…honey,” the words sound foreign against your mouth, but you couldn’t help yourself. The two of you look outside the large window, the lights of the city become specks of colors, even dulling the stars in the sky. Hiromi softly hums, his chest rumbling against your back in a comforting manner.

“We won’t be like them… we’ll be different,” you turn your head toward him, your faces only inches away from one another. You look deep into his brown eyes, waiting for him to understand; with that, he gave a gentle nod before burrowing himself into the crook of your neck.

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It had been a couple weeks since you and Hiromi had actually spoken alone. The apartment complex was small, which meant you would see him a lot, but it was only through polite greetings. You know that you shouldn’t wish for more; however, with each glance the two of you gave, it made you crave him more. As you continued to daydream, you had forgotten the kettle on the stove— the loud whistle sent a shock wave through you, quickly, you took the kettle off the heat. You can hear the laughter coming from the dinning room, your husband had his friends over to play cards or whatever they insisted on playing that afternoon.

Light footsteps suddenly entered the kitchen, you glance up from the kettle— half expecting one of your husbands friends to grab a beer from the fridge— but to your surprise, it was Hiromi. He was still in his suit, always bringing his professionalism everywhere; moreover, he came to the kitchen to take a breather from the game. He was more relaxed than you, he gave a polite nod before inhaling a long breath, while you were left in shocked.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” You try to politely inquire, setting out two tea cups.

“I was invited. To play.”

“And you agreed? What were you thinking?” The words coming out a bit hostile, but you put your foot down, “What if my husband finds out about…”

“—And then what? The two of them are already cheating, even then, how would they even find out?” He shot back, feeling a bit frustrated being dragged to one of your husband’s game, or perhaps it was the frustration of not being able to see you.

You were about to argue back, but at that moment your husband stepped inside, causing both of you to refocus. Hiromi turned away from you, speaking to your husband before the two of them headed back to their game. However, you couldn’t help but stare at Hiromi’s retreating figure, a sense of deep longing stirring in your heart. For the past weeks you tried to push away the emotions that had been lingering since that night. Dreaming about his eyes, the way he presented himself, his voice—You felt silly for having such juvenile feelings about a married man. But, Hiromi’s embrace haunted you, a sirens call that you desperately needed to return too.

To distract yourself, you began to plate a charcuterie board for the men in the other room, delicately placing the slices of meat and cheese atop the wooden board. With each movement, you try to forget about Hiromi’s nose nuzzling into your skin, or the way his chest rumbled against your back. Finally finishing, you made your way to next room. Smoke plagued the air of the dinning room, the men barking at one another with cards in hand, huddling over the small dinning table making the already small area even more difficult to pass through. Your presence makes the men glance up, their eyes landing at the sway of your hips as you came closer. Making your way over to place the snacks beside the men, you felt large hands on your hips moving you away from the obstacles. Usually, if this was any other man, you would glare at them for even thinking of touching you. But you knew it was Hiromi.

You glance up to see those dark eyes before they glance away, before his hands pulled away from your hips. Hiromi’s eyes looked over yours, speaking to you through the darkness, but it only last for a few moments before he let go. He made his way out to the balcony, sliding the glass door open then closing it behind him.

The touch left you startled for a few seconds, then you placed the snacks to let the men further enjoy themselves. You contemplated if you should head out to the balcony as well, but it would be too scandalous to be alone with a man that wasn’t your husband. Despite knowing that, there was a force pulling you toward him. As you slide the door open, Hiromi looks toward you, his body leaning against the railing of the balcony.

“Y’know you can smoke inside the apartment? Everyone else decided to,” you also lean yourself against the railing, your shoulders almost touching, only needing a little more push to connect.

Hiromi takes a drag off his cigarette, the smoke spilling from his lips, “I prefer smoking alone.”

“oh really? You seemed fine smoking in front of me at the diner”

That comment made Hiromi smirk, “I guess I felt comfortable with you.”

The sky began to darken as the sun descended slowly, the wind began to pick up welcoming a soft breeze. Your shoulders leaned against one another, depending on the other to hold on. There was no need to lock eyes to look into each other soul, their spirits were intertwining into one.

“My…my husband will go abroad soon,,” your voice interrupting the silence that had enveloped the two of you. Hiromi took the final drag of his cigarette before flicking it away,

“My wife is also going abroad soon…”

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You only had to wait a week until your husband had to go on his ‘business’ trip. Once the day approached, you happily waved him goodbye— as before you had felt your heart being ripped out. The sun seemed to be glowing even more, the sky was clear, the birds sung by: the day was perfect. You patiently waited for the sun to set, for Hiromi to come home from work; not mentioning the times you spent gazing out the window, waiting for him to walk across the street.

Once he finally came home, he waited outside the complex for you; notably, being the elegant women you are, you decided to make him wait.

Hiromi checked his watch, it had been waiting for about 10 minutes, and he was becoming a bit worried that you wouldn’t show. His worries were about to be resolved as he heard the clicks of your heels. This dark eyes finally found your form,

“You… you look radiant,” he was in utter awe with your grace, the color of your dress complimenting your skin, the jewelry enhancing your beauty.

“Thank you… you look… decent in your suit”

Hiromi chuckled, “‘Decent’? You could’ve said handsome.”

Your face warmed up, you swatted his shoulder to save a bit of dignity, “Just get the cab.”

You were back to sultry room, it was the same as before, but you were no longer nervous. The two of you sat closer on the mattress, the warm light hitting against Hiromi’s skin making him even more handsome. You took in the moment of tranquility, finally letting your trepidation slip away. It seems Hiromi also felt the same way, his hand taking in yours, his thumb caressing your soft skin in comforting circles.

“Y’know what I’ve always wanted to do? I wanted to dance with you,” Hiromi voice fills in the room, his longing melding with the words.

You softly chuckled, “with me? Do you believe I can dance?”

Hiromi held onto his sincerity, “since our moment, I’ve dreamt of holding you closer, staring into your beautiful eyes as long the world let’s us…I’ll hold you…Let me guide you.”

The way he said those words, each diction squeezing your heart even tighter, it made you hoped that this moment would never end. You pulled yourself up onto your feet, taking him up with you,

“You’ll guide me? You promise to hold me close?”

“I promise.”

The two of you found yourselves together again, his hands on your hips as your arms wrapped around his neck, the atmosphere was guided by the radio that was turned on: playing a romantic Spanish song. Hiromi helped you sway along the Spanish words, your noses grazing against each other. As he twirled you, he had your back press against his chest allowing for your hips to move with his.

“You’re so beautiful,” he softly murmured against your ear, his hands rubbing up and down your hips, then taking your hands once more to twirl you forward, “I’ve dreamed of you…”

Your breath hitched, “Me too… I’ve dreamed of this room… being with you….letting go…”

The song only enhanced the growing tension between the two of you, each word from the romantic tongue itching you closer and closer to letting go. Your noses grazed each other once more, lips brushing against on another, tethering the line between you two. His hands running lower around your hips, he was also holding back.

“I never thought you’d fall in love with me,” your words coming out in a hush tone, maybe too scared to be honest.

“Neither did I”

“I was only curious how it began…. But I know now… feelings creep up…”

Hiromi twirled you away from him, before bringing you back, which gave you the surge of confidence to lock your lips with his. At first, it was just a peck, testing out the waters. That soon changed as Hiromi grabbed the back of your neck to smash his lips onto yours. You flutter your eyes shut, loosing yourself in Hiromi, allowing his tongue into your mouth. The wet muscle exploring every inch of your mouth, lapping against your own tongue. He gripped onto your hips, his hand even daring to cup your ass. Hiromi groaned as his hand felt the soft flesh, making the kiss even more intense than before. You held tightly onto the jacket of his suit, slowly slipping it off his shoulders.

Hiromi allowed his jacked to fall from his body, it gave him a reason to pin you down into the mattress. He hovered above you, his chest heaving, his eyes glazed over with need. Yet, his hand only cradled the side of your face, he didn’t push further only letting him absorb your presence. It felt like he was trying to get ahold of you, in an other worldly manner, for you to desperately see him.

“I’m transferring to a firm in Taiwan,” he hesitantly murmured, his eyes filled with sorrow.

“What…?”

He sat himself beside you, letting you sit up, “I’m… I’m moving to Taiwan,” he looks away from you, not wanting to see the hurt in your eyes.

“W-with your wife…?”

“No… I’ve decided to split from her. I’m only moving to Taiwan.”

“Why so far? Why not a town over? Why leave the country—“

“because I know you’d never leave your husband,” he finally looks at you, his eyes that could only speak of hurt, “I rather just go away…”

Within seconds, you grabbed your bag and waltz out the door, your heels smacked against the hotel floor as you rushed out. But your heart made you look back, knowing Hiromi was behind you, tears filled your eyes as you see his form. He slowly made his way toward you, until he was only a few inches away.

“Why couldn’t you be satisfied with the parts I give you! Why can’t you stay alone with me! Why-Why do you have to leave,,” you shove your finger to his chest in anger, the tears burning your eyes, “Please don’t leave me, Hiromi…”

“Then come with me…”

You wished to say yes, your heart begged you to say yes to him. To be in his embrace, to dance with him, to kiss him forever— you wished to say yes. Deep down, he was right. You couldn’t leave your husband, you’ve forced yourself to be content with him. You couldn’t force Hiromi to stay in the same misery as you. Your head was pounding, your body was too heavy to hold, you felt so weak. You didn’t even realize Hiromi was holding you, guiding out of the hotel.

You two found each other in the same place as before, inside of a taxi. You felt like an utter mess; tears staining your face, mascara running down your cheeks— yet you felt yourself anchored by Hiromi. His arm was wrapped tightly around your shoulder, his face nuzzled against your hair furthering his warmth toward you. You continued to cry, your heart swelling and squeezing with each breath.

“Please… please don’t go so far… please I… I love you,” the soft croaks of your voice ached his heart, he wanted to tell you that he will stay that he is okay with just the small parts of you; however, he knew it will only bring a life of pain. Your delicate hands holding onto the sleeve of his button up, a physical plea for him. The only thing he can offer was his embrace as he carefully rubbed up and down your arm, hoping to ease your cries. He hoped that the strums of his heart against your ear would be a comforting song.

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It had been a year since Hiromi moved into Taiwan. It was a bit of a struggle, mostly finding housing that didn’t have landlord wanting to run you dry, but he was doing fine. Currently, he was heading back to the office from the detention center after meeting with a client. He was already having a headache from the heat, which was one of the only days it wasn’t pouring rain, but this case was stretching him thin. Once he finally made it to the office, he slumped onto his chair, his head looking up at the ceiling to relieve some tension from his neck— he just needed a few seconds of silence.

“Higuruma.”

Hiromi internally groaned, he didn’t need any more paperwork right now, “yes?”

The young intern looked a bit awkward but continued, “some lady was looking for you.”

“Lady? What did she want?”

“She was just pacing around the front area,” the young man motioned over to the front, “when I tried talking to her, she asked if you worked here.”

Hiromi quirked up an eyebrow, he hadnt worked with a recent female client, maybe it was some relative, “did she give a name?”

The young man shook his head, making Hiromi ask another question, “what did she look like?”

“She was sum rich lady, well looked rich. Nice hair, dressed in some designer summer collection, ton of jewelry— she also wasn’t from here.”

Hiromi’s face paled, his heart knew it was you, “she just came in and left…?”

“Well, she took one of your business cards just before leaving.”

Hiromi could just imagine it, you in a loose fitting dress that would allow the breeze, the light hitting whatever jewels you decided to wear that day; moreover, he imagined you picking up the business card, if your fingers grazed over his name in nostalgia. Hiromi wondered if you still wore a wedding ring, or should he let himself imagine your hand bare. The intern began to wander around the front, seeing if the mysterious woman had left a clue to who she was,

“I think she left this,” he opened his palm in front of Hiromi revealing an engraved lighter, a wooden one that had a navy stain, “Damn, it looks like itta cost an arm and a leg”

Hiromi hesitantly took the lighter, feeling the weight in his hand. His fingers touched over the engraved flowers, then flicking the latch to light it.

“Are you going to keep it?” The intern asked Hiromi, causing Hiromi to look up from the flame.

“Yeah.”

The intern’s chest softly rumbled in a light chuckle, “I thought you said you quit smoking”

“I guess I’m going to pick it right up,” he stretches out his palm, silently telling the intern to give him a cigarette from his pocket. The young man does, handing it to Hiromi. Hiromi put the bud close to the flame, letting it burn before taking a long drag. The nicotine burned in his lung, but it was subdued with the warmth of knowing you were still here.

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“Must we share the taxi together?” You complain to Hiromi as your shoulders brush against one another. You couldn’t help but feel relieved to not be left alone in such circumstances. For months, you held your tongue, you continued to dress yourself nicely and politely smiled. Your mind couldn’t help but stray, how could you let your husband stray away from you? Why couldn’t you have satisfied him? Your eyes glance out the window, the bright lights of the city blurring with one another; however, Hiromi interrupted the darkness that was about to pass through your thoughts.

“I don’t want to be alone with my mind right now,” his eyes were also out the window before slowly focusing onto you. The way his eyes looked at you, it filled you with a suffocating warmth that was so foreign, making your body shiver. Hiromi turned his gaze forward, away from yours once again, “I wonder how they fell in love. What did we lack?”

You couldn’t help but scoff, turning your sights out the city once more, “It’s no good to dwell on such details… Can you even call it love?”

Hiromi shrugs, leaning his elbow at the car window, “I wasn’t that good of a husband… always worked… I wish I told my wife how beautiful she was,” his voice becoming low and solemnly, it was dwelling on him of what his marriage weakened.

You look down at your lap, the light dancing off the diamond bracelet on your wrist mocks you, the expensive fabric of your bag suddenly feels so cheap—You were just a blank slate, something to be decorated, paraded for your beauty by your husband. In return, you were able to wear the expensive clothes and jewelry, making the other wives jealous of your elegance. Marriage meant nothing to you, really. However, seeing the way Hiromi’s eyes longed to fix his marriage, it couldn’t help but make you wish that you had cared a bit more. There was something swelling inside your throat, the feeling had only slowly simmered since you had found out the affair, it threatened to spill.

“Why don’t we figure it out? I mean, we should help each other to fix our marriages.”

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Your words led the two of you into a dingy love hotel, the walls painted in a sultry red with the sheets complementing the color, mirrors covered half of the walls while the other held a large window. You sat with your hands on your bag that was place on your lap, your gaze shifting from your bag to Hiromi. Hiromi seemed relaxed, his dark eyes meeting yours finally.

“What does your husband usually say when he gets home?”

You fix up your posture, trying to recall the times your husband actually came home on time, “he usually goes to sleep after work.”

Hiromi turns his body toward you, his hand extending to brush away some invisible dust from your cheek, “You look lovely tonight,” his hand slowly runs through your jaw before retreating back, “how’s that?”

Your body snapped up straight from his touch, it had been so long since someone had made an effort to complement you, “that…. That was good… What does your wife usually do for you?”

Hiromi’s gaze goes out from a distance, digging back into the small moments that he held so dear about his wife, letting a gentle smile adorn his face. He couldn’t help but let out a soft huff, “My wife usually is sowing up her dresses while she’s watching television. Seeing her like that makes me want to scoop her up in my arms, but… I always held back.”

“That’s very romantic. I never imagined a man like yourself would swoon at the simplest things,” even yourself let a smile creep up at his words, they were so sweet, “Well, I’ll get into position. Pretend you’re coming home from work.”

Hiromi chuckled, he got up to make his way toward the door of the hotel room, he waited a few seconds before making his way back. He slowly stepped closer to the bed, in which you were lying: your back was turn toward him, your smooth legs atop of each other. His hand loosened the tie that was attached to him, and in a quick swift motion, you were in his arms. Your body jumped—though you knew this was going to happen— his nose nuzzled into the neck of your dress. You smelled luxurious, your skin was so soft as he dragged his nose upward.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs against your skin, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist; he pulled his body beside you, to bask within your warmth. Hiromi feels you hesitate, but you delicately rub those soft hands against his forearms,

“I’m glad that you’re finally home…honey,” the words sound foreign against your mouth, but you couldn’t help yourself. The two of you look outside the large window, the lights of the city become specks of colors, even dulling the stars in the sky. Hiromi softly hums, his chest rumbling against your back in a comforting manner.

“We won’t be like them… we’ll be different,” you turn your head toward him, your faces only inches away from one another. You look deep into his brown eyes, waiting for him to understand; with that, he gave a gentle nod before burrowing himself into the crook of your neck.

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It had been a couple weeks since you and Hiromi had actually spoken alone. The apartment complex was small, which meant you would see him a lot, but it was only through polite greetings. You know that you shouldn’t wish for more; however, with each glance the two of you gave, it made you crave him more. As you continued to daydream, you had forgotten the kettle on the stove— the loud whistle sent a shock wave through you, quickly, you took the kettle off the heat. You can hear the laughter coming from the dinning room, your husband had his friends over to play cards or whatever they insisted on playing that afternoon.

Light footsteps suddenly entered the kitchen, you glance up from the kettle— half expecting one of your husbands friends to grab a beer from the fridge— but to your surprise, it was Hiromi. He was still in his suit, always bringing his professionalism everywhere; moreover, he came to the kitchen to take a breather from the game. He was more relaxed than you, he gave a polite nod before inhaling a long breath, while you were left in shocked.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” You try to politely inquire, setting out two tea cups.

“I was invited. To play.”

“And you agreed? What were you thinking?” The words coming out a bit hostile, but you put your foot down, “What if my husband finds out about…”

“—And then what? The two of them are already cheating, even then, how would they even find out?” He shot back, feeling a bit frustrated being dragged to one of your husband’s game, or perhaps it was the frustration of not being able to see you.

You were about to argue back, but at that moment your husband stepped inside, causing both of you to refocus. Hiromi turned away from you, speaking to your husband before the two of them headed back to their game. However, you couldn’t help but stare at Hiromi’s retreating figure, a sense of deep longing stirring in your heart. For the past weeks you tried to push away the emotions that had been lingering since that night. Dreaming about his eyes, the way he presented himself, his voice—You felt silly for having such juvenile feelings about a married man. But, Hiromi’s embrace haunted you, a sirens call that you desperately needed to return too.

To distract yourself, you began to plate a charcuterie board for the men in the other room, delicately placing the slices of meat and cheese atop the wooden board. With each movement, you try to forget about Hiromi’s nose nuzzling into your skin, or the way his chest rumbled against your back. Finally finishing, you made your way to next room. Smoke plagued the air of the dinning room, the men barking at one another with cards in hand, huddling over the small dinning table making the already small area even more difficult to pass through. Your presence makes the men glance up, their eyes landing at the sway of your hips as you came closer. Making your way over to place the snacks beside the men, you felt large hands on your hips moving you away from the obstacles. Usually, if this was any other man, you would glare at them for even thinking of touching you. But you knew it was Hiromi.

You glance up to see those dark eyes before they glance away, before his hands pulled away from your hips. Hiromi’s eyes looked over yours, speaking to you through the darkness, but it only last for a few moments before he let go. He made his way out to the balcony, sliding the glass door open then closing it behind him.

The touch left you startled for a few seconds, then you placed the snacks to let the men further enjoy themselves. You contemplated if you should head out to the balcony as well, but it would be too scandalous to be alone with a man that wasn’t your husband. Despite knowing that, there was a force pulling you toward him. As you slide the door open, Hiromi looks toward you, his body leaning against the railing of the balcony.

“Y’know you can smoke inside the apartment? Everyone else decided to,” you also lean yourself against the railing, your shoulders almost touching, only needing a little more push to connect.

Hiromi takes a drag off his cigarette, the smoke spilling from his lips, “I prefer smoking alone.”

“oh really? You seemed fine smoking in front of me at the diner”

That comment made Hiromi smirk, “I guess I felt comfortable with you.”

The sky began to darken as the sun descended slowly, the wind began to pick up welcoming a soft breeze. Your shoulders leaned against one another, depending on the other to hold on. There was no need to lock eyes to look into each other soul, their spirits were intertwining into one.

“My…my husband will go abroad soon,,” your voice interrupting the silence that had enveloped the two of you. Hiromi took the final drag of his cigarette before flicking it away,

“My wife is also going abroad soon…”

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You only had to wait a week until your husband had to go on his ‘business’ trip. Once the day approached, you happily waved him goodbye— as before you had felt your heart being ripped out. The sun seemed to be glowing even more, the sky was clear, the birds sung by: the day was perfect. You patiently waited for the sun to set, for Hiromi to come home from work; not mentioning the times you spent gazing out the window, waiting for him to walk across the street.

Once he finally came home, he waited outside the complex for you; notably, being the elegant women you are, you decided to make him wait.

Hiromi checked his watch, it had been waiting for about 10 minutes, and he was becoming a bit worried that you wouldn’t show. His worries were about to be resolved as he heard the clicks of your heels. This dark eyes finally found your form,

“You… you look radiant,” he was in utter awe with your grace, the color of your dress complimenting your skin, the jewelry enhancing your beauty.

“Thank you… you look… decent in your suit”

Hiromi chuckled, “‘Decent’? You could’ve said handsome.”

Your face warmed up, you swatted his shoulder to save a bit of dignity, “Just get the cab.”

You were back to sultry room, it was the same as before, but you were no longer nervous. The two of you sat closer on the mattress, the warm light hitting against Hiromi’s skin making him even more handsome. You took in the moment of tranquility, finally letting your trepidation slip away. It seems Hiromi also felt the same way, his hand taking in yours, his thumb caressing your soft skin in comforting circles.

“Y’know what I’ve always wanted to do? I wanted to dance with you,” Hiromi voice fills in the room, his longing melding with the words.

You softly chuckled, “with me? Do you believe I can dance?”

Hiromi held onto his sincerity, “since our moment, I’ve dreamt of holding you closer, staring into your beautiful eyes as long the world let’s us…I’ll hold you…Let me guide you.”

The way he said those words, each diction squeezing your heart even tighter, it made you hoped that this moment would never end. You pulled yourself up onto your feet, taking him up with you,

“You’ll guide me? You promise to hold me close?”

“I promise.”

The two of you found yourselves together again, his hands on your hips as your arms wrapped around his neck, the atmosphere was guided by the radio that was turned on: playing a romantic Spanish song. Hiromi helped you sway along the Spanish words, your noses grazing against each other. As he twirled you, he had your back press against his chest allowing for your hips to move with his.

“You’re so beautiful,” he softly murmured against your ear, his hands rubbing up and down your hips, then taking your hands once more to twirl you forward, “I’ve dreamed of you…”

Your breath hitched, “Me too… I’ve dreamed of this room… being with you….letting go…”

The song only enhanced the growing tension between the two of you, each word from the romantic tongue itching you closer and closer to letting go. Your noses grazed each other once more, lips brushing against on another, tethering the line between you two. His hands running lower around your hips, he was also holding back.

“I never thought you’d fall in love with me,” your words coming out in a hush tone, maybe too scared to be honest.

“Neither did I”

“I was only curious how it began…. But I know now… feelings creep up…”

Hiromi twirled you away from him, before bringing you back, which gave you the surge of confidence to lock your lips with his. At first, it was just a peck, testing out the waters. That soon changed as Hiromi grabbed the back of your neck to smash his lips onto yours. You flutter your eyes shut, loosing yourself in Hiromi, allowing his tongue into your mouth. The wet muscle exploring every inch of your mouth, lapping against your own tongue. He gripped onto your hips, his hand even daring to cup your ass. Hiromi groaned as his hand felt the soft flesh, making the kiss even more intense than before. You held tightly onto the jacket of his suit, slowly slipping it off his shoulders.

Hiromi allowed his jacked to fall from his body, it gave him a reason to pin you down into the mattress. He hovered above you, his chest heaving, his eyes glazed over with need. Yet, his hand only cradled the side of your face, he didn’t push further only letting him absorb your presence. It felt like he was trying to get ahold of you, in an other worldly manner, for you to desperately see him.

“I’m transferring to a firm in Taiwan,” he hesitantly murmured, his eyes filled with sorrow.

“What…?”

He sat himself beside you, letting you sit up, “I’m… I’m moving to Taiwan,” he looks away from you, not wanting to see the hurt in your eyes.

“W-with your wife…?”

“No… I’ve decided to split from her. I’m only moving to Taiwan.”

“Why so far? Why not a town over? Why leave the country—“

“because I know you’d never leave your husband,” he finally looks at you, his eyes that could only speak of hurt, “I rather just go away…”

Within seconds, you grabbed your bag and waltz out the door, your heels smacked against the hotel floor as you rushed out. But your heart made you look back, knowing Hiromi was behind you, tears filled your eyes as you see his form. He slowly made his way toward you, until he was only a few inches away.

“Why couldn’t you be satisfied with the parts I give you! Why can’t you stay alone with me! Why-Why do you have to leave,,” you shove your finger to his chest in anger, the tears burning your eyes, “Please don’t leave me, Hiromi…”

“Then come with me…”

You wished to say yes, your heart begged you to say yes to him. To be in his embrace, to dance with him, to kiss him forever— you wished to say yes. Deep down, he was right. You couldn’t leave your husband, you’ve forced yourself to be content with him. You couldn’t force Hiromi to stay in the same misery as you. Your head was pounding, your body was too heavy to hold, you felt so weak. You didn’t even realize Hiromi was holding you, guiding out of the hotel.

You two found each other in the same place as before, inside of a taxi. You felt like an utter mess; tears staining your face, mascara running down your cheeks— yet you felt yourself anchored by Hiromi. His arm was wrapped tightly around your shoulder, his face nuzzled against your hair furthering his warmth toward you. You continued to cry, your heart swelling and squeezing with each breath.

“Please… please don’t go so far… please I… I love you,” the soft croaks of your voice ached his heart, he wanted to tell you that he will stay that he is okay with just the small parts of you; however, he knew it will only bring a life of pain. Your delicate hands holding onto the sleeve of his button up, a physical plea for him. The only thing he can offer was his embrace as he carefully rubbed up and down your arm, hoping to ease your cries. He hoped that the strums of his heart against your ear would be a comforting song.

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It had been a year since Hiromi moved into Taiwan. It was a bit of a struggle, mostly finding housing that didn’t have landlord wanting to run you dry, but he was doing fine. Currently, he was heading back to the office from the detention center after meeting with a client. He was already having a headache from the heat, which was one of the only days it wasn’t pouring rain, but this case was stretching him thin. Once he finally made it to the office, he slumped onto his chair, his head looking up at the ceiling to relieve some tension from his neck— he just needed a few seconds of silence.

“Higuruma.”

Hiromi internally groaned, he didn’t need any more paperwork right now, “yes?”

The young intern looked a bit awkward but continued, “some lady was looking for you.”

“Lady? What did she want?”

“She was just pacing around the front area,” the young man motioned over to the front, “when I tried talking to her, she asked if you worked here.”

Hiromi quirked up an eyebrow, he hadnt worked with a recent female client, maybe it was some relative, “did she give a name?”

The young man shook his head, making Hiromi ask another question, “what did she look like?”

“She was sum rich lady, well looked rich. Nice hair, dressed in some designer summer collection, ton of jewelry— she also wasn’t from here.”

Hiromi’s face paled, his heart knew it was you, “she just came in and left…?”

“Well, she took one of your business cards just before leaving.”

Hiromi could just imagine it, you in a loose fitting dress that would allow the breeze, the light hitting whatever jewels you decided to wear that day; moreover, he imagined you picking up the business card, if your fingers grazed over his name in nostalgia. Hiromi wondered if you still wore a wedding ring, or should he let himself imagine your hand bare. The intern began to wander around the front, seeing if the mysterious woman had left a clue to who she was,

“I think she left this,” he opened his palm in front of Hiromi revealing an engraved lighter, a wooden one that had a navy stain, “Damn, it looks like itta cost an arm and a leg”

Hiromi hesitantly took the lighter, feeling the weight in his hand. His fingers touched over the engraved flowers, then flicking the latch to light it.

“Are you going to keep it?” The intern asked Hiromi, causing Hiromi to look up from the flame.

“Yeah.”

The intern’s chest softly rumbled in a light chuckle, “I thought you said you quit smoking”

“I guess I’m going to pick it right up,” he stretches out his palm, silently telling the intern to give him a cigarette from his pocket. The young man does, handing it to Hiromi. Hiromi put the bud close to the flame, letting it burn before taking a long drag. The nicotine burned in his lung, but it was subdued with the warmth of knowing you were still here.

The first time you’d met the leader of the Zenin clan had been far before he ever had to bear such a title- in fact, he hadn’t even been considered an adequate heir. 

Back then you’d never in a million years have thought that Toji Zenin would be your future husband. 

It was a humid summer at the Zenin Estate.

Almost two decades ago to the day; on a day when even the cicadas seemed to sweat off the trees, echoing their sun-baffled frustrations out into the open air. And the clouds slugged across a blue sky that battered down mercilessly its balmy glare upon the heat-drunken Earth. Upon the type of people that padded their perspired foreheads with embroidered handkerchiefs, tailored hand-made for but one clan.

Just five years old, you’d been running through the Zenin Estate’s hallways in an effort to get away from the heat and your family. Your tiny feet thundering down the polished floors. Your best kimono flapping behind you.

Your clan was always rather close with the Zenin’s - on a business level, if nothing else.

So it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for them to visit Naobito and his council to go over numbers you didn’t understand, and contracts you couldn’t read yet, and shake hands with men that made your stomach lurch in nervousness. But what was out of the ordinary was the fact that you had joined them this time—your private tutoring had been paused for the summer, as most conventional schools would have. And so your father had thought that perhaps bringing you along to one of their meetings would be more fruitful than leaving you alone with the garden and the house staff. 

But the corridors were hot, and even hotter were the meeting halls your father made you bow to elders in: thick and saturated with the sweetness of expensive perfumes and clan deals done well. 

So well, in fact, that no one had noticed when you’d slipped out the mahogany double doors.

You knew you’d get in trouble sooner or later- so you might as well do as much exploring as you could!

You weaved through the expansive compound.

Skipping rocks from atop their garden bridge, feeding the koi with shreds of bread one of the house attendants had handed you, swinging from the conservative branches of gingko trees. There weren’t many flowering trees or bushes, you’d noticed. The garden was green and sterile of any other color. 

Then you’d taken to being fed little morsels of delicacies by the ladies in the kitchens- at least, until one of the Zenin elders had barged in and started barking out orders. You’d escaped immediately - not wanting to get caught just yet - and run out into the sun-scorched corridor outside.

It was there that you’d flung yourself into the nearest open room you’d found.

Its grand sliding doors shuddering shut behind you, you’d cowered into the shadows as the elder’s grumbles walked by outside.

You’d only breathed out a sigh of relief when you were sure that his feet had trundled towards the end of the hallway, making a swift turn on the pathway to the meeting hall. Sitting down on the cool wooden floor, you clutched your knees to your chest. “Thank heav-”

“If you’re gonna make this much noise then at least do it where it’ll disturb those old toads.”

You’d nearly jumped out of your own skin- in fact, you think you just might have.

If the shadows could speak then you’d have said that they sounded oddly young, though the growl in his voice made you think of those types of boys that would graze their knees and then pretend it didn’t hurt. There weren’t many children in your estate outside of you, but sometimes you’d watch over the walls at the neighborhood children from afar—and you found there seemed to be at least one or two of those always. 

He sounded like the rowdiest of the bunch.

And who you’d first thought to be a ghost - perhaps in hindsight you weren’t too far off - turns out actually to be a lone figure in the middle of the dark room. A little boy. 

He was sitting before nothing, he was sitting against nothing. 

He had long shaggy hair that covered his eyes, and a mouth permanently downturned. An irritated red scar shone from one side of it.

A drop of red blood trickled down it and made you wince.

You attempted to take a step closer-

“Didn’t ya hear what I said?” That hoarse voice - much too grown-up for but a mere child your age, perhaps a year or two older - rang out before you’d even let the soles of your feet rest. Echoing. Foreboding. “Get. Out.”

“And who are you to tell me what to do?” And you always did have a habit of questioning elders that you should perhaps not question - at least not according to your etiquette classes. So who was a little child?

He scowled and looked away.

Through the shreds of his death-black bangs, you thought you saw a glimpse of green eyes, so much like the gardens of the Zenin Estate. And you can’t help but step closer—“Who are you, anyway? What’s your name?”

“Zenin.” He spat out as if it was venom. 

“I could’ve guessed that.” You sighed, with all the wisdom of a five-year-old. Most Zenins had those sharply handsome features, the dark hair, and green eyes that glimmered like crystals. You could already see the burgeoning Zenin in the boy your age, the weight of it. “What’s your first name?”

He didn’t answer.

With a huff, you’d stepped closer.

“What’s your first name?”

He still didn’t answer.

And closer.

“What’s your first name?” 

He didn’t answer still. Not even when you were standing right beside him, he remained turned away as if you didn’t exist. 

You leaned down to try and glance at his face- but the boy snarled and whipped away. His lips stretched almost garishly underneath that fresh scar—even in the darkness it was obvious: a ruby-red slit, a slice of torture.

It looked like it hurt.

“Fine then.” You said, and he almost flinched at the exhausted tone of your voice. There was a slight collapse of his raised shoulders, as if he expected you to leave him to his shadows-

But the only thing you’re doing is grabbing onto his face and bringing it up to yours.

With the silken fabric of your very best kimono, you’d dabbed away gently at the cut on his lip. “But if you’re not going to treat this thing any time soon- then at least wipe away the blood.” Though you knew that this wasn’t the lady-like thing to do, nor even polite in any sense of the word, you couldn’t feel even a twinge of regret. “It looks pretty deep. Don’t you think you should tell your momma and papa?”

You tilted his head to the side, and he glared at you through long black lashes. “Tch…”

“Hmpf-” Puffing up your cheeks in annoyance, perhaps you’d used slightly more force than necessary when touching away the rest of the blood on his lip.

He grimaced but he didn’t move. And just when you think he might not say anything at all—“My…attendants.” 

You almost thought you’d imagined it. Eyes wide, your hands stopped. “P-pardon?”

“My attendants.” He repeated, more sure than before. “My attendants will take care of it…later.”

“I see.” It almost looked as if he was searching for your reaction, and you don’t satisfy him by showing anything. You merely tilted his head from side-to-side and checked for bruises, the way your mother would whenever you fell outside while playing by yourself. He had a few more scratches here and there - though none too deep like the scar, they stood out starkly against this pale skin. He looked like a sickly boy. “And why are you here all alone?”

“Punishment.” This answer comes out easier than the last, as though it should have been obvious.

A cold shiver ran down your spine. “Oh…I’m sorry about that.” You knew what it felt like to be punished by the council for doing things that went against what a ‘respectable daughter’ would do. Though your punishments were more writing lines and standing outside. “But I don’t think you deserved it.”

He scoffed, “You don’t even know what I did.”

“I don’t.” You shook your head, “But I still know.”

And that had been that. You finally let go of the boy’s face - there had been no more bleeding for some time now, and you almost felt embarrassed to have been holding onto him for so long. 

In the obscurity between you two, you stood in silence for what felt like a few minutes- but might as well have been eternity. You’d stared at him - the strong jaw, the hunched shoulders draped in a kimono with the Zenin emblem on the back, the scar that made him look older than he was - and he’d stared right back.

Brows furrowed, yet still looking. 

Eventually, you heard the harried calls of your mother outside - she was searching for you.

With a final look at the boy - he’d turned his face away now - you started to take a step towards the door—

Only for a small hand to clutch onto your wrist.

Stopping you in your tracks, you’d snapped your head to him immediately- but the boy still wasn’t looking at you. He had his gaze fixed on the floor, and the air about him was as if you didn’t even exist.

Though the tightness of his grip was undeniable-

“Toji.” Out had come a tiny voice. Steely. Slightly trembling. 

And for a second you were more confused than anything, before the realization had dawned upon you like the beaming of the summer Sun’s rays. 

He had repeated, “Toji Zenin.”

You repeat, “Toji Zenin.”

And then Toji had let go of you.

You nodded.

You told him your own name.

And for the first time since you’d barged into his life, Toji Zenin had looked at you with his green, green eyes. Sparkling.

It was only later - years later - in one of his letters that you’d learned of just how he’d gotten his scar. And the weight of knowledge was much heavier than the abyss of not knowing; your tears had blemished the starchy paper upon which he’d written to you about being thrown into a pit of cursed spirits by none other than his own family. That day.

All because he had no cursed energy.

And that was another thing - when you first found out about it, it hadn’t been from Toji himself. Grown-ups talk. And you’d come to realize far before he’d confessed to you that this was that infamous oldest son of the Zenin clan, one year older than you, with not a single speck of cursed energy to show for it.

Jujutsu society hated him for it.

How odd it was that they couldn’t seem to keep his name out of their mouths, then.

Though you didn’t quite care—you yourself didn’t put much weight onto the strength of one’s cursed energy. It just seemed too confusing to you as a child, and more confusing still once you grew up.

You visited the Zenin Estate as often as you could after that, often tagging along with your parents for their business meetings, or sometimes even begging some of your attendants to take you if they weren’t home. All for one person.

Him.

And though he never showed it, you knew he was happy to see you.

Happy to roll his eyes and drag you all through the hallways and secret doors and gardens- it was at your insistence that Toji had gotten the gardening staff to plant a few rose bushes there. A dash of pink in the landscape of Zenin green. You’d even managed a few times to sneak away and play together with his new cousin, only just crawling.

And just as life heartens a child, Toji also grew strong.

You saw it in him each time you visited - the way his grip on your hand would grow stronger, the way he’d tell you about another cool trick he learned in training. By himself.

And you were proud of him, you really were—“Don’t get too strong though- because what if you get all big and scary like Vegeta?”

“Vegeta’s cool.”

“Toji Zenin.”

You just didn’t expect it all to come to head like this.

The letter had arrived when you were seventeen - Toji was eighteen then, and had just gone through his coming-of-age ceremony. It was a private affair attended only by the Zenin clan members, and you understood that customs dictated their rituals remain hidden- besides, you and Toji had promised each other to celebrate in your own way with some takoyaki later on.

But the letter…

“To whom it may concern,

By decree of the Elders and in accordance with the ancient traditions of the Zenin clan, you are hereby notified of termination of regular visits to the head of the Zenin clan.

This decision is irrevocable, and any further personal association with the master, outside of compulsory business and contractual visits, is prohibited. Henceforth, you are instructed to discontinue contact with Master Toji Zenin without delay. Failure to comply with these prompt directives will result in the appropriate consequences.

Our new clan head must now focus on what is truly important.

With respect.

The elders of the Zenin clan.”

That was the first you’d ever heard about him being clan leader- or even the fact that he’d had a chance.

You had visited the Zenin Estate immediately afterwards, of course.

And it was only because of the rather close relationships that you’d grown with the house staff and guards over the years that you weren’t thrown out immediately. Though, you definitely weren’t allowed inside, either. They’d told you with grave faces that you were no longer welcome in the Zenin Estate without a guardian with you at all times - and even then you couldn’t meet with the clan leader. 

You’d been forced to trudge all the way back home, letter in hand. Toji in your heart.

You’d visited a few more times afterwards, of course. 

Perhaps for a peek of Toji if anything. But the only thing that greeted you were those looming iron gates and the same answer.

You were not welcome. No matter how much you pleaded or cried or begged for answers. 

You didn’t see Toji Zenin, newly-dubbed leader of the Zenin clan, until ten years later - and by then you’d missed him as long as you’d known him. In the meantime you’d heard whispers of him in every corner and corridor of those stuffy clan functions you were forced to attend—oh, have you heard of that Toji boy? Have you heard he’s the new Zenin clan leader now?

Have you heard they overlooked his little…lack of cursed energy if he proved himself?

Have you heard he has a gift of power said to be from the heavens?

Have you heard he’s the cruelest clan leader they’ve ever seen?

Have you heard he’s grown up to be so tall?

Have you heard he’s looking for a wife?

It was that last one that got your ears perking - no matter how much that rational part of you knew that eavesdropping wasn’t a polite habit. No matter how much you knew that you and Toji Zenin were people that didn’t know each other. And hadn’t for a long time…and perhaps might never. 

You shuddered to imagine - according to the rumors - what blood-thirsty clan leader he might have grown to become like all the Zenin clan leaders before him. But a part of you just kept circling back to the little boy in the dark room, with a scar that wouldn’t stop bleeding. 

Sure enough, by the time you’d stepped foot inside your own estate after the function- your attendants had informed you that a letter was awaiting.

A letter of proposal.

Of marriage.