Synopsis: Higuruma finds himself in front of his favorite artist; one who had become the medias punching bag after an airport incident. He decides to help her regain her confidence in his own special ways
CW: Ă”ral(both receiving), cĂČwgĂŻrl position, fem topping, fĂŒckingfromtheback, sqĂŒĂŻrting, P in V, sorta soft dom (fem), hÔÎkingupwithyouridol, cĂ«rvixkĂŻssing,wĂ”mbexpĂ€nding, dĂ”ggyĆĄtyle, implied marathĂ”ns. Björk incident.
It was his last year in law school, Hiromi was a dedicated man, especially in his studies. With every flip through his law textbook, Hiromi was hunched over reading every word with dedication. He spent little time on leisure activities, too focused on his future to not really make time for himself. Becoming a lawyer gave him purpose; it allowed him to be a pivotal part of holding society together, in a way, it made him whole. Yet, it put him through a lonely journey.
It seemed that with every passing second, he was wasting away his youth.
So when his roommate invited him to a mixer, he decided to go. Hiromi knew that they had only invited him to even out the number of guys, but still, he wanted to get some drinks. Hiromi found himself swirling the liquid inside his glass, watching as the bubbles shifted then re-emerging causing that nice fizzling sound. Swirling his beer seemed to be the most interesting thing to do in this mixer. None of the girls really found Hiromi to be attractive; which he didnât mind, as he didnât need a fling or anything right now. His tired eyes followed the way his roommate tried to make his moves on the girl beside him, touching her shoulder lightly, his face pulling closer to herâ all Hiromi could do was observe.
Hiromi has never experienced that type of love; he had never even dated. He felt that he was unfit to date, he didnât have anything to give, so why would any women want him? With that, his eyes strayed away as the couple began to lock lips, he lifted the beer to his lips taking another gulp.
Hiromi began to focus on his surroundings, digging his nails into the wooden table to see if heâd leave marks, but his ears began to perk from the music. Hiromi wasnât really one for music, he found it a bit distracting when he was studying, but something about the womenâs voice drew him in. His body led him to where the bar had their jukeboxesâ the old school innovation drawing in nostalgic feelings for peopleâ his eyes drew into the orange hue that the jukebox emitted. Hiromi reached out to the machine, leaning his body to feel the vibrations of the voice.
It was a breathy whisper, low, smooth like honey; a sultry sound that held sorrow deep in its bones. The delicate strums, deep thumps accompanied by soft chimes; telling a beautiful story that Hiromi seemed to be the only one listening. The rest of the bar was too focused in their own world to experience this, or even noticing the way Hiromiâs body leaned against the jukebox.
Suddenly, his body snapped up when the song drew into a close, the disc making a small hiss as it snapped up into place, spinning along with the rest. Hiromi found himself back in the bar, back into the shitty mixer he was inâ away from the music. Still in its spell, his fingers danced on the buttons of the jukebox, desperately trying to find the CD once more. Once he finally found the disc, he read your name over and overâ trying to recognize who you were.
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A week after the mixer, he found the disc that held the haunting melody, which was a bit hard to find. He had to go from record store to record store to find that specific disc, it was from one of your beginning EPâs. The cover had only your face as the main focus, but it was obscured with a mesh black veil, as the trims were decorated with crystals making a beautiful effect. Hiromi somehow found the time to listen to the full 20 minute album; listening to it, his heart had transcended to your lips. Each word that you sung only drew him closer to you.
Again, Hiromi wasnât one for music; to go even further, he wasnât one for celebritiesâ but you were different. Your writing spoke to him deeply, with songs that talked about a melancholy loneliness, others about forbidden desires. Many connected with you, making forums about you and what notâ it surprised Hiromi, how could he have not known about this? Had he really been depriving himself? Hiromi wanted to learn more about you, but it was difficult as you werenât really a major artist. It didnât mean that you werenât known, but compared to other pop stars, you were small. But thatâs what made you so captivating to fans.
Fans poured their hearts to you, making forums that discussed about your music and how it changed them.
Overtime, Hiromi continued to listen to your music, consuming every piece of you from what you let the media have. Every single piece of lyric that spilled from your lips took him back to that night, to where he felt his heart swell.
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It happened all so suddenly, a few months after he got his job the news spread like wildfire about you. You had gotten yourself into a major scandal as you came back from Bangkok. TMZ had the raw footage of you stepping out of the airport, paparazzi swarming your form as you tried to push through.
You had on your airport outfit, a white tank top, some loose bottoms with a hat and sunglasses; you didnât bother putting on a bra, since you were just coming from a long flight. Somehow, your perky tits became a focal point for the paparazzi, cameras continued to flash your form.
âWelcome back, Sugartits!â
The cameraman to your right flashed his camera to your chest, getting a nice shot of your bouncing breasts through the thin layer. The footage showed that you froze from his words, your head turning to his direction. It all happened so suddenly: one moment the cameras had you walking out from the airport, the next they had footage of you beating up the paparazzi!
News segments, video reactions, articles: each one psychoanalyzing your actions with every swing. The scandal caused your agency to put you into hiding, barely promoting your projects or giving you any sort of publicity after the footage. Many fans defended you, but the media spun a story to make you seem like another 2008 Britney Spears.
All the pressure always seemed to cling during the night; you often found yourself in low quiet bars to watch others mingle. You lean against the bar counter, ordering a random drink to watch the ice fuse with the alcohol. With every crack of the ice melting away, you felt your body grow more heavier with dread. Annoyingly, you began to hear your voice spill out from the speakersâ it mustâve been some kind of taunt. You push yourself off the counter, stumbling toward the source of music. You knew that it shouldnât bother you, but you werenât thinking straight.
Your eyes squint as they focus on the orange bright hues that radiated from the jukeboxes; you hadnât even realized how long youâve resigned yourself in darkness until you felt the stinging in your eyes. You barely noticed the man who sat himself beside the music, your fingers danced around the buttons to try to change the disc,
âDonât.â
You turn your gaze toward the man who was slumped over a random chair, he held a half drank beer with his handâ swirling it every so often,
âThe songâs trashy,â the words escaped your lips, ones that were used to taunt you. Your fingers continued to fondle the machine to switch the music, your ears getting sick and tired of your own beautiful voice. You felt your wrist being taken by a gentle yet firm hand, you almost yelled at who dared to touch you but, your gaze was met with his tired ones.
âI said, donât. Itâs a beautiful songâ
Hiromi could feel your pulse pound against his fingers. Your lyrics continued to fill in the room, each sultry chime sinking its teeth into the tension.
It felt like itâs been a long time since you have heard someone call your music beautiful. Their was so many words people described your work: raw, sultry, sexâit was all meaningless words that ignored your hard work. But, Hiromiâs heart had always felt that your music could be more than a ravishing desire.
You look back at the jukebox, your name and the album sprawled on the small LCD screen.
âYou really got bad taste,â your lips curled into a small smile.
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ââSo whatâs got a hunk like you so down?â
Despite looking a bit of a wreck, you never let smudged mascara get in the way of flirting with a hot man. You watched as Hiromi finished the last sips of alcohol in his glass.
âJust life.â
You raise a brow curiously, âAh, really? What do you do? What misfortunes has life brought you?â
Hiromi stretched his neck, easing the tension that had built up from reading cases, highlighting and what not, âIâm a criminal defense attorney.â
He set his both of his hands down at the table, some of his fingers had there skin scarred from how he picked on it when he was stressed.
âAs lawyers we try to give our best for our clients, but as a defense lawyer often than not, you fall short with the mishandling of the law enforcementâmisplaced evidence, 12 hour interrogation without even mentioning their rights; it gets tiring.â
You glance at his form: nice broad chest, a serious smoldering look, sleeves rolled up to show his toned forearms. Hearing a man speaking about his frustrations was a serious turn on.
âHow do you even relax? Your body must be soâŠ. tightâ
You tried to give him some hint with your eyes but, it seemed that he didnât get the signal.
âI usually listen to your music⊠I really liked your âBedtime Storiesâ album,â his voice went into a soft sincere tone, his fingers tapped the wooden dinner table in a reminiscent fashion.
âIt really moved me when listening to it.â
His sincerity made your heart melt, it was pretty adorable to see such a professional man admit he likes your music.
âIâm glad some people appreciate my music,â you leaned back into the cushion of booth, tightening your arms closer to your chest, âAfter the Bangkok incident, people care about my tits than my new work.â
Your eyes glance to see the expression on his face or what he would say next; this guy really was your type. You could see his lip turn thin, his brows scrunched up in disgust.
âI really hate tabloids like that, always trying to find little things to exploit.â
Your lip curled into a small smirk, you were really into this guy for sure. Usually, you would have never dated a fanâyou hated that cliche⊠but, he was so fucking hot. You eyes kept dancing up and down his form, liking every awkward gesture he made.
âYâknow⊠itâs been a while since I met a real man. A guy who just is soâŠ. Pleasant to be aroundâplus, youâre nice on the eyes.â
You rubbed your heel against his leg, âSo what should I call you?â
His body tensed up from sudden touch, but he didnât retract, he leaned into it, âCall me Hiromi.â
Tonight, you regained your confidenceâthanks to this handsome man.
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âNever invite someone to your penthouse.â
That was your set rule when buying your lavish home, but⊠Does it really matter when youâre sucking the dick of some guy (very attractive guy) you picked up at the bar?
Hiromi gripped onto the door awkwardly, not wanting to tug your hair or hurt you. His head snapped back as his hip pushed forward to feel the back of your throatâpushing your uvula back. Your tongue swirled around every vain of his cock, your fingers rubbed his hipbone to ease his anxiety.
You guided his pants to the floor, it gave more comfort for your palm to cup his balls. Drool fell off your lips, dripping onto your clean floor, wanting to get more out of himâyou tugged his balls.
A whiney gasp escaped his lips, he looked down at you; Hiromiâs eyes curling into a cute expression for you. His hands were itching to just push your head down to hit his pubic bone. They hesitated for a moment, hovering around your head, but your teeth grazed his cock which caused his hands to dive into your hair.
âFuuckâŠ.Iâm about to cumâŠ!â
The plump tip was burning the back of your throat, ready to launch out what you had been teasing. You sunk your head down his cock, feeling his cock release his cum. Your throat began to fill up with his cream. You didnât hesitate to slurp up every last drop of his seed, your stomach was lathered with his fill.
Your swollen lips popped out from his cock, still smeared with his cum but that didnât stop Hiromi from kissing you. Cock still sprung out, he backed you against the wall picking you up by your thighs. Whatever designer club dress you had on was hiked up, so that Hiromi could grind his wet cock onto your lacy thong.
The flaming heat of his tip pressed addictively against the lace. His face nuzzled into your neck, keeping himself in place as his hips jerked up. Hiromi grazed his teeth against your skin, running his tongue up toward your earlobe.
âFuck, youâre so prettyâplease let meâŠâ
You moved your face to meet his, you rolled your hips into his shaft some more, âLet youâŠwhat? Use your words, babyâ
You werenât one to submit so easily; yeah, youâll suck dick first but it was on your terms. You leaned into his body, your lips grazing his sharp jaw.
âCâmon, donât you wanna fuck your favorite star? Have me singing your name?â
Hiromiâs cock twitched from under you, his hips jerked in a more intense manner. Your lips curled into an amused smile, liking the way this man wanted to please you so badly.
âI-I want to have sex with you⊠May IâŠlick yourââ
âSo formal, yâdonât have to be such a gentlemen. But itâs such a turn on.â
You watched him swallow his anxiousness down, his droopy eyes looking at yours directly, âI want to go on my knees and devour your cunt.â
You could feel your lace panties get sticky from his cock sliding through, but also from your slick dripping out your cunt.
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ââmmm⊠taste like a fucking dreamâŠ. FuckâŠâ
Long drags of his tongue flicked from your ass to the your clit. Hiromiâs big palms held your thighs open, continuing to work his jaw on your pussy.
You laid on your silk sheets, gripping the fluff of your pillow as your free hand began to pet his gelled hair. You shifted your hips onto his face, your clit rubbing on the bridge of his nose, getting that nice rub.
âReally get in there, babe. Iâm not gonna cum at this rate.â
Your taunting slutty voice, a tone you loved using to rile up the guys you liked. You could feel Hiromiâs fingers spread your folds even more, delving his tongue deeper into honey filled hole. He pulled your body even closer to his face, practically drowning in you; nose and tongue now up in there.
You back arched against your mattress, your hand pulled his hair; wrestling for him to go even deeper, his body groaned in response to your pulling. Every groan of rumble of his throat sent shivers into your body, better than any fucking vibrator could give you. Your thighs locked his head in, choking him on your cunt.
âFuuck baby⊠Yrâ a real eaterâŠ! Sink your teeth in babesâŠ. Fuck!â
He tilted his head up to suck your clit, his teeth grazing the sensitive muscle that made your body tighten from the sudden tug. The abuse of your clit only edged you closer to cum.
âF-Fuck! Yâgonna make me cum just from eating this pussy? Youâre my favoriteâŠ!â
Your teeth clenched together, and a low moan rumbled through your body. Your cunt began to drool. Thick pools of your cum began to smear his face, which he didnât waste to vacuum up. He licked up the slick that made it way to your ass, not wasting any of it.
Your head lulled down to where he was positioned, your tits were heaving from that pleasure, but you needed more.
âGet on the bed.â
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Hiromi was gripping onto your hips for dear life as you began to slam your body down his cock. You didnât care if your pussy could barely handle his full length; you forced her to swallow.
âH-Haah! Youâre so tight..!!â
Seeing his face contort in different ways as your gummy walls sucking in his cock with pleasure. You could feel every curve and vein of his dick inside your cunt, the sensitive tip of his cock kept thumping against your cervix.
You kept your hand on his chest, keeping him down in his position; you didnât need him taking the lead. You liked the pathetic ways his voice quivered or cracked when he was begging for kisses or anything from you.
âPlease⊠a little kiss⊠I need to feel yâlipsâŠâ
Hiromiâs hips squirmed side to side, wanting to feel your inside all around. Watching his body writhe under you made you decided that he deserved a little reward. You leaned forward, undoing his button up; his skin already burning from your touch, but as soon as he felt your plump lips on his chest, he was all yours.
âWell since youâve been so good..â
You were torturously slow, your lips sucking and biting his chest. Your thumbs swirling his nipples âround and around, pinching them every so often. Hiromiâs arms wrapped around you; one holding your back, while the other squeezed your ass.
Finally, your lips met his, which he immediately took to delve his tongue in your mouth. His wet muscle swirled every curve inside your mouth. His hand tangled in your hair, with the hand on your ass caressing your asscheek. You moaned into his mouth, bouncing your ass on his dick once more. Your pussy lips squelched with every rise and fall of your hips.
The springs in your mattress wheezed with every slap of skin, his cock turning your inside into goo. You rolled your hips into his, letting the tip of his dick swirl around your womb.
âAhnn⊠Never had a guy go so fucking deepâŠâ
Hiromiâs thumb made its way to your clit, re-introducing himself to your sensitive bud to give an extra surprise. His large thumb pressed itself onto your clit, making your body arch onto him.
âBabyâŠ! AghâŠso good, your so goodâŠâ
You bounced yourself even more, not caring if you were going to break his hips. Hiromiâs balls slapped against your ass, each smack had his balls coiled up. He could feel your pussy tighten up his cock as well, he glanced down where the two of you connected; the way you kept sucking him in.
âI-Iâm gonna cumâŠ! D-Donât slow down!â
You felt the heat in your tummy begin to melt, you were also close. You jerked your hips into him, riding him till the cows come home. Hiromiâs head snapped back, his eyes tightly closing before he lets out another pathetic moan.
âHiromi!â
Then, you feel his hot cum painting your walls. Your pussy squelched in pleasure, your womb expanded to fit all of him. Within seconds as he had cum inside you, your own orgasm came with a surprise. Your cunt lets out a cute cry as your squirted all over his tummy and chest.
âOh shit⊠sorryâ
You felt a bit embarrassed squirting on him, since it had never happened to you when having sex, but he seemed to not mind what had happened. Two of his fingers scrapped some of your juices from his stomach to his tongue.
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Another album was playing, and he was still fucking the shit out of you. You couldnât even recall which song it was from this specific album but, you can tell it was favorite from the thrusts that Hiromi was performing.
You arched yourself like a cat, letting him spread your ass even more for his cock to go deeper. You were grateful for sound system you had in your room, you could feel the best of the music and his cock all in one.
âFuck baby⊠baby go faster!â
He groaned in pleasure, pushing his hips even more forward; his eyes furrowing as he watched the fat of your ass jiggle from how hard he was thrusting into you. Both your bodies were glazed with sweat, which allowed for his hands to easily glide through your body.
âHiromi⊠Hiromi⊠Hiromi!â
You buried your face into your pillow, biting into it as Hiromiâs cock kept ripping into you. Every time his dick hit your bruised cervix, you let out small cries of pleasureâneeding him to fill you up again and again.
ââGonna cum!â
You pushed your ass once more, waiting for his hot cum to just fill your whole body in you. Your eyes roll back as you felt that familiar burning feeling in your body, his cock bursting inside of you deliciously. You collapsed into your mattress, barely feeling him roll beside you; his hand rubbing your back soothingly.
âYouâre amazingâŠâ
Despite feeling spent, your heart swelled from the pure love in his eyes as he looked at you and touched you. You felt more assured on what you wanted, your finger brushed his lips.
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Synopsis: Higuruma finds himself in front of his favorite artist; one who had become the medias punching bag after an airport incident. He decides to help her regain her confidence in his own special ways
CW: Ă”ral(both receiving), cĂČwgĂŻrl position, fem topping, fĂŒckingfromtheback, sqĂŒĂŻrting, P in V, sorta soft dom (fem), hÔÎkingupwithyouridol, cĂ«rvixkĂŻssing,wĂ”mbexpĂ€nding, dĂ”ggyĆĄtyle, implied marathĂ”ns. Björk incident.
It was his last year in law school, Hiromi was a dedicated man, especially in his studies. With every flip through his law textbook, Hiromi was hunched over reading every word with dedication. He spent little time on leisure activities, too focused on his future to not really make time for himself. Becoming a lawyer gave him purpose; it allowed him to be a pivotal part of holding society together, in a way, it made him whole. Yet, it put him through a lonely journey.
It seemed that with every passing second, he was wasting away his youth.
So when his roommate invited him to a mixer, he decided to go. Hiromi knew that they had only invited him to even out the number of guys, but still, he wanted to get some drinks. Hiromi found himself swirling the liquid inside his glass, watching as the bubbles shifted then re-emerging causing that nice fizzling sound. Swirling his beer seemed to be the most interesting thing to do in this mixer. None of the girls really found Hiromi to be attractive; which he didnât mind, as he didnât need a fling or anything right now. His tired eyes followed the way his roommate tried to make his moves on the girl beside him, touching her shoulder lightly, his face pulling closer to herâ all Hiromi could do was observe.
Hiromi has never experienced that type of love; he had never even dated. He felt that he was unfit to date, he didnât have anything to give, so why would any women want him? With that, his eyes strayed away as the couple began to lock lips, he lifted the beer to his lips taking another gulp.
Hiromi began to focus on his surroundings, digging his nails into the wooden table to see if heâd leave marks, but his ears began to perk from the music. Hiromi wasnât really one for music, he found it a bit distracting when he was studying, but something about the womenâs voice drew him in. His body led him to where the bar had their jukeboxesâ the old school innovation drawing in nostalgic feelings for peopleâ his eyes drew into the orange hue that the jukebox emitted. Hiromi reached out to the machine, leaning his body to feel the vibrations of the voice.
It was a breathy whisper, low, smooth like honey; a sultry sound that held sorrow deep in its bones. The delicate strums, deep thumps accompanied by soft chimes; telling a beautiful story that Hiromi seemed to be the only one listening. The rest of the bar was too focused in their own world to experience this, or even noticing the way Hiromiâs body leaned against the jukebox.
Suddenly, his body snapped up when the song drew into a close, the disc making a small hiss as it snapped up into place, spinning along with the rest. Hiromi found himself back in the bar, back into the shitty mixer he was inâ away from the music. Still in its spell, his fingers danced on the buttons of the jukebox, desperately trying to find the CD once more. Once he finally found the disc, he read your name over and overâ trying to recognize who you were.
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A week after the mixer, he found the disc that held the haunting melody, which was a bit hard to find. He had to go from record store to record store to find that specific disc, it was from one of your beginning EPâs. The cover had only your face as the main focus, but it was obscured with a mesh black veil, as the trims were decorated with crystals making a beautiful effect. Hiromi somehow found the time to listen to the full 20 minute album; listening to it, his heart had transcended to your lips. Each word that you sung only drew him closer to you.
Again, Hiromi wasnât one for music; to go even further, he wasnât one for celebritiesâ but you were different. Your writing spoke to him deeply, with songs that talked about a melancholy loneliness, others about forbidden desires. Many connected with you, making forums about you and what notâ it surprised Hiromi, how could he have not known about this? Had he really been depriving himself? Hiromi wanted to learn more about you, but it was difficult as you werenât really a major artist. It didnât mean that you werenât known, but compared to other pop stars, you were small. But thatâs what made you so captivating to fans.
Fans poured their hearts to you, making forums that discussed about your music and how it changed them.
Overtime, Hiromi continued to listen to your music, consuming every piece of you from what you let the media have. Every single piece of lyric that spilled from your lips took him back to that night, to where he felt his heart swell.
.
.
.
It happened all so suddenly, a few months after he got his job the news spread like wildfire about you. You had gotten yourself into a major scandal as you came back from Bangkok. TMZ had the raw footage of you stepping out of the airport, paparazzi swarming your form as you tried to push through.
You had on your airport outfit, a white tank top, some loose bottoms with a hat and sunglasses; you didnât bother putting on a bra, since you were just coming from a long flight. Somehow, your perky tits became a focal point for the paparazzi, cameras continued to flash your form.
âWelcome back, Sugartits!â
The cameraman to your right flashed his camera to your chest, getting a nice shot of your bouncing breasts through the thin layer. The footage showed that you froze from his words, your head turning to his direction. It all happened so suddenly: one moment the cameras had you walking out from the airport, the next they had footage of you beating up the paparazzi!
News segments, video reactions, articles: each one psychoanalyzing your actions with every swing. The scandal caused your agency to put you into hiding, barely promoting your projects or giving you any sort of publicity after the footage. Many fans defended you, but the media spun a story to make you seem like another 2008 Britney Spears.
All the pressure always seemed to cling during the night; you often found yourself in low quiet bars to watch others mingle. You lean against the bar counter, ordering a random drink to watch the ice fuse with the alcohol. With every crack of the ice melting away, you felt your body grow more heavier with dread. Annoyingly, you began to hear your voice spill out from the speakersâ it mustâve been some kind of taunt. You push yourself off the counter, stumbling toward the source of music. You knew that it shouldnât bother you, but you werenât thinking straight.
Your eyes squint as they focus on the orange bright hues that radiated from the jukeboxes; you hadnât even realized how long youâve resigned yourself in darkness until you felt the stinging in your eyes. You barely noticed the man who sat himself beside the music, your fingers danced around the buttons to try to change the disc,
âDonât.â
You turn your gaze toward the man who was slumped over a random chair, he held a half drank beer with his handâ swirling it every so often,
âThe songâs trashy,â the words escaped your lips, ones that were used to taunt you. Your fingers continued to fondle the machine to switch the music, your ears getting sick and tired of your own beautiful voice. You felt your wrist being taken by a gentle yet firm hand, you almost yelled at who dared to touch you but, your gaze was met with his tired ones.
âI said, donât. Itâs a beautiful songâ
Hiromi could feel your pulse pound against his fingers. Your lyrics continued to fill in the room, each sultry chime sinking its teeth into the tension.
It felt like itâs been a long time since you have heard someone call your music beautiful. Their was so many words people described your work: raw, sultry, sexâit was all meaningless words that ignored your hard work. But, Hiromiâs heart had always felt that your music could be more than a ravishing desire.
You look back at the jukebox, your name and the album sprawled on the small LCD screen.
âYou really got bad taste,â your lips curled into a small smile.
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ââSo whatâs got a hunk like you so down?â
Despite looking a bit of a wreck, you never let smudged mascara get in the way of flirting with a hot man. You watched as Hiromi finished the last sips of alcohol in his glass.
âJust life.â
You raise a brow curiously, âAh, really? What do you do? What misfortunes has life brought you?â
Hiromi stretched his neck, easing the tension that had built up from reading cases, highlighting and what not, âIâm a criminal defense attorney.â
He set his both of his hands down at the table, some of his fingers had there skin scarred from how he picked on it when he was stressed.
âAs lawyers we try to give our best for our clients, but as a defense lawyer often than not, you fall short with the mishandling of the law enforcementâmisplaced evidence, 12 hour interrogation without even mentioning their rights; it gets tiring.â
You glance at his form: nice broad chest, a serious smoldering look, sleeves rolled up to show his toned forearms. Hearing a man speaking about his frustrations was a serious turn on.
âHow do you even relax? Your body must be soâŠ. tightâ
You tried to give him some hint with your eyes but, it seemed that he didnât get the signal.
âI usually listen to your music⊠I really liked your âBedtime Storiesâ album,â his voice went into a soft sincere tone, his fingers tapped the wooden dinner table in a reminiscent fashion.
âIt really moved me when listening to it.â
His sincerity made your heart melt, it was pretty adorable to see such a professional man admit he likes your music.
âIâm glad some people appreciate my music,â you leaned back into the cushion of booth, tightening your arms closer to your chest, âAfter the Bangkok incident, people care about my tits than my new work.â
Your eyes glance to see the expression on his face or what he would say next; this guy really was your type. You could see his lip turn thin, his brows scrunched up in disgust.
âI really hate tabloids like that, always trying to find little things to exploit.â
Your lip curled into a small smirk, you were really into this guy for sure. Usually, you would have never dated a fanâyou hated that cliche⊠but, he was so fucking hot. You eyes kept dancing up and down his form, liking every awkward gesture he made.
âYâknow⊠itâs been a while since I met a real man. A guy who just is soâŠ. Pleasant to be aroundâplus, youâre nice on the eyes.â
You rubbed your heel against his leg, âSo what should I call you?â
His body tensed up from sudden touch, but he didnât retract, he leaned into it, âCall me Hiromi.â
Tonight, you regained your confidenceâthanks to this handsome man.
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âNever invite someone to your penthouse.â
That was your set rule when buying your lavish home, but⊠Does it really matter when youâre sucking the dick of some guy (very attractive guy) you picked up at the bar?
Hiromi gripped onto the door awkwardly, not wanting to tug your hair or hurt you. His head snapped back as his hip pushed forward to feel the back of your throatâpushing your uvula back. Your tongue swirled around every vain of his cock, your fingers rubbed his hipbone to ease his anxiety.
You guided his pants to the floor, it gave more comfort for your palm to cup his balls. Drool fell off your lips, dripping onto your clean floor, wanting to get more out of himâyou tugged his balls.
A whiney gasp escaped his lips, he looked down at you; Hiromiâs eyes curling into a cute expression for you. His hands were itching to just push your head down to hit his pubic bone. They hesitated for a moment, hovering around your head, but your teeth grazed his cock which caused his hands to dive into your hair.
âFuuckâŠ.Iâm about to cumâŠ!â
The plump tip was burning the back of your throat, ready to launch out what you had been teasing. You sunk your head down his cock, feeling his cock release his cum. Your throat began to fill up with his cream. You didnât hesitate to slurp up every last drop of his seed, your stomach was lathered with his fill.
Your swollen lips popped out from his cock, still smeared with his cum but that didnât stop Hiromi from kissing you. Cock still sprung out, he backed you against the wall picking you up by your thighs. Whatever designer club dress you had on was hiked up, so that Hiromi could grind his wet cock onto your lacy thong.
The flaming heat of his tip pressed addictively against the lace. His face nuzzled into your neck, keeping himself in place as his hips jerked up. Hiromi grazed his teeth against your skin, running his tongue up toward your earlobe.
âFuck, youâre so prettyâplease let meâŠâ
You moved your face to meet his, you rolled your hips into his shaft some more, âLet youâŠwhat? Use your words, babyâ
You werenât one to submit so easily; yeah, youâll suck dick first but it was on your terms. You leaned into his body, your lips grazing his sharp jaw.
âCâmon, donât you wanna fuck your favorite star? Have me singing your name?â
Hiromiâs cock twitched from under you, his hips jerked in a more intense manner. Your lips curled into an amused smile, liking the way this man wanted to please you so badly.
âI-I want to have sex with you⊠May IâŠlick yourââ
âSo formal, yâdonât have to be such a gentlemen. But itâs such a turn on.â
You watched him swallow his anxiousness down, his droopy eyes looking at yours directly, âI want to go on my knees and devour your cunt.â
You could feel your lace panties get sticky from his cock sliding through, but also from your slick dripping out your cunt.
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ââmmm⊠taste like a fucking dreamâŠ. FuckâŠâ
Long drags of his tongue flicked from your ass to the your clit. Hiromiâs big palms held your thighs open, continuing to work his jaw on your pussy.
You laid on your silk sheets, gripping the fluff of your pillow as your free hand began to pet his gelled hair. You shifted your hips onto his face, your clit rubbing on the bridge of his nose, getting that nice rub.
âReally get in there, babe. Iâm not gonna cum at this rate.â
Your taunting slutty voice, a tone you loved using to rile up the guys you liked. You could feel Hiromiâs fingers spread your folds even more, delving his tongue deeper into honey filled hole. He pulled your body even closer to his face, practically drowning in you; nose and tongue now up in there.
You back arched against your mattress, your hand pulled his hair; wrestling for him to go even deeper, his body groaned in response to your pulling. Every groan of rumble of his throat sent shivers into your body, better than any fucking vibrator could give you. Your thighs locked his head in, choking him on your cunt.
âFuuck baby⊠Yrâ a real eaterâŠ! Sink your teeth in babesâŠ. Fuck!â
He tilted his head up to suck your clit, his teeth grazing the sensitive muscle that made your body tighten from the sudden tug. The abuse of your clit only edged you closer to cum.
âF-Fuck! Yâgonna make me cum just from eating this pussy? Youâre my favoriteâŠ!â
Your teeth clenched together, and a low moan rumbled through your body. Your cunt began to drool. Thick pools of your cum began to smear his face, which he didnât waste to vacuum up. He licked up the slick that made it way to your ass, not wasting any of it.
Your head lulled down to where he was positioned, your tits were heaving from that pleasure, but you needed more.
âGet on the bed.â
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Hiromi was gripping onto your hips for dear life as you began to slam your body down his cock. You didnât care if your pussy could barely handle his full length; you forced her to swallow.
âH-Haah! Youâre so tight..!!â
Seeing his face contort in different ways as your gummy walls sucking in his cock with pleasure. You could feel every curve and vein of his dick inside your cunt, the sensitive tip of his cock kept thumping against your cervix.
You kept your hand on his chest, keeping him down in his position; you didnât need him taking the lead. You liked the pathetic ways his voice quivered or cracked when he was begging for kisses or anything from you.
âPlease⊠a little kiss⊠I need to feel yâlipsâŠâ
Hiromiâs hips squirmed side to side, wanting to feel your inside all around. Watching his body writhe under you made you decided that he deserved a little reward. You leaned forward, undoing his button up; his skin already burning from your touch, but as soon as he felt your plump lips on his chest, he was all yours.
âWell since youâve been so good..â
You were torturously slow, your lips sucking and biting his chest. Your thumbs swirling his nipples âround and around, pinching them every so often. Hiromiâs arms wrapped around you; one holding your back, while the other squeezed your ass.
Finally, your lips met his, which he immediately took to delve his tongue in your mouth. His wet muscle swirled every curve inside your mouth. His hand tangled in your hair, with the hand on your ass caressing your asscheek. You moaned into his mouth, bouncing your ass on his dick once more. Your pussy lips squelched with every rise and fall of your hips.
The springs in your mattress wheezed with every slap of skin, his cock turning your inside into goo. You rolled your hips into his, letting the tip of his dick swirl around your womb.
âAhnn⊠Never had a guy go so fucking deepâŠâ
Hiromiâs thumb made its way to your clit, re-introducing himself to your sensitive bud to give an extra surprise. His large thumb pressed itself onto your clit, making your body arch onto him.
âBabyâŠ! AghâŠso good, your so goodâŠâ
You bounced yourself even more, not caring if you were going to break his hips. Hiromiâs balls slapped against your ass, each smack had his balls coiled up. He could feel your pussy tighten up his cock as well, he glanced down where the two of you connected; the way you kept sucking him in.
âI-Iâm gonna cumâŠ! D-Donât slow down!â
You felt the heat in your tummy begin to melt, you were also close. You jerked your hips into him, riding him till the cows come home. Hiromiâs head snapped back, his eyes tightly closing before he lets out another pathetic moan.
âHiromi!â
Then, you feel his hot cum painting your walls. Your pussy squelched in pleasure, your womb expanded to fit all of him. Within seconds as he had cum inside you, your own orgasm came with a surprise. Your cunt lets out a cute cry as your squirted all over his tummy and chest.
âOh shit⊠sorryâ
You felt a bit embarrassed squirting on him, since it had never happened to you when having sex, but he seemed to not mind what had happened. Two of his fingers scrapped some of your juices from his stomach to his tongue.
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Another album was playing, and he was still fucking the shit out of you. You couldnât even recall which song it was from this specific album but, you can tell it was favorite from the thrusts that Hiromi was performing.
You arched yourself like a cat, letting him spread your ass even more for his cock to go deeper. You were grateful for sound system you had in your room, you could feel the best of the music and his cock all in one.
âFuck baby⊠baby go faster!â
He groaned in pleasure, pushing his hips even more forward; his eyes furrowing as he watched the fat of your ass jiggle from how hard he was thrusting into you. Both your bodies were glazed with sweat, which allowed for his hands to easily glide through your body.
âHiromi⊠Hiromi⊠Hiromi!â
You buried your face into your pillow, biting into it as Hiromiâs cock kept ripping into you. Every time his dick hit your bruised cervix, you let out small cries of pleasureâneeding him to fill you up again and again.
ââGonna cum!â
You pushed your ass once more, waiting for his hot cum to just fill your whole body in you. Your eyes roll back as you felt that familiar burning feeling in your body, his cock bursting inside of you deliciously. You collapsed into your mattress, barely feeling him roll beside you; his hand rubbing your back soothingly.
âYouâre amazingâŠâ
Despite feeling spent, your heart swelled from the pure love in his eyes as he looked at you and touched you. You felt more assured on what you wanted, your finger brushed his lips.
Yoshiki looked over the cameramanâs shoulder, making sure he angled the camera at the perfect position. Everyone was already set in place: his younger self by the entrance of the mountain, gripping onto Hikaruâs raincoat. Preventing him from going in.
The crew chose the perfect night, as the trees blew with the breeze, the sky being filled with stars that twinkled every so often.
Yoshiki took a deep breath before shouting, âAction!â
The rain began to pour, drenching the two actors in the muddy incline. The younger Yoshikiâs face morphed into a fearful expression.
âI know what youâre trying to do! You canât go! I wonât let youââ
This was supposed to be the end of the film, where Yoshiki is able to drag Hikaru away from the mountain, and take him back home. The second camera angles itself to focus on Yoshikis grip before Hikaruâs hand takes it.
The main camera was now focused on Hikaruâs face, the actors eyes beginning to well up with tears. The tears that spilled from his eyes mixed with the rain, his hand gripping Yoshikis close to his beating heart.
The scene was beautiful: the actors emotions, the angles, the tricks of the camera that emphasized certain colors and details that Yoshiki wanted to portray.
From his beating heart, the lens tilts upward to Hikarus face. Slowly, his lovely smile adorns the screen beside Yoshiki. He draws his eyes away from the scene to view the screen. It was a good imitation but, it wasnât his Hikaru.
He hesitated the next words, having to slightly clear his throat before speaking, âCut!â
As soon as he made the call, the actors went back to their normal places, the rain machine was shut off. Production quickly made their way to go clean up the scene. Yoshiki could only stand still for so long, wanting to bask in the last moments of this scene.
Though, he forced himself to make his way to thank cast and crew for their support. It had been a 3 year project that took Yoshiki a long time to complete; he had to write the script, pool in money, gather up a cast and crewâ it was a lot of dedication.
âYou all did amazing, thank you so much for⊠making this all happen,â Yoshiki had always a soft melancholy voice yet, he always got peopleâs respect. He brushed aside the bangs that always seemed to cover parts of him, âHopefully by next month will have a portion of the film to show the beta viewers for feedback.â
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As promised, Yoshikiâs editing team patched up the film to show to a small audience for feedback. He invited some friends that he had made living in Tokyo, many he became close to during college. He stood at the corner of the dark room, watching the back of their heads as they viewed his film.
Yoshiki tightened his crossed arms closer to his chest, his eyes still jumping from form to form. Any yawn or scribble on their papers was over analyzed by Yoshiki; Is it too boring? Is the dialogue too clunky?
Once the film had finally concluded, the dark room was slowly brightened by the lights, which caused each patron to applause Yoshiki. He made his over to the front, grabbing a mic that was propped up.
âAh, thank you for comingâŠ! Please make sure to leave feedback for us,â Yoshiki gestured toward the door, âIn the main hallway their is a bar that has food and drinks, make sure to enjoy your night and discuss with others. Thank you very much.â
At the bar, Yoshiki observed how his cast and crew could easily talk to the audience, each of them talking passionately about the work. He had ordered a beverage, even though he barely drank; nonetheless, Yoshiki watched as the ice began to merge with the alcohol.
He rested uncomfortably on his palm, focusing on the small details in front of himâbarely noticing the man beside him.
âThat was some film you got there.â
Yoshiki finally gave his palm a rest, turning his gaze at the presence beside him. It was one of his college buddies, wearing a nice suit with a cigarette between his lips.
âYou never mentioned you were from Kubitachi,â taking the bud from his lips to offer it, which Yoshiki declined.
âWell⊠I never knew how to bring it up, yâknow. Home is a touchy subject.â
âDid ya ever send that invitation? To that one guy back home?â
Yoshiki knew what the man referring to, it was a letter he had written to Hikaru, an invitation to his film. Though, Yoshiki never sent itâhe felt uncomfortable to send after their falling out.
âYeah⊠but, he said he was too busy to come.â
The man nods, tapping the burning pieces of his cigarette, âHow true is it to your own life?â
Yoshiki could only let out a weak chuckle, âMost of it is just shit thatâll look nice on the screen,â his fingers reached toward the burning smoke to take it in his own lips, âI really have come this far, to exploit my own childhood.â
The man could see the turmoil in Yoshikiâs eyes, the purse of his lips sticking out in a frustrated pout. He took the bud from his lips, putting it out in a nearby ashtray.
âThink of it as going back in time. Youâre just liberating yourself in a way,â the chuckled at something that was not spoken, âWhat would you do if had to go back in time?â
Yoshiki continued to stare at the dying cigarette, taking in the question, âIâd probably tell the truth.â
The truth.
Yoshiki knew that his best friend back in kubitachi was not his friend. He knew that Hikaru had passed away in those mountains: cold, alone, scared. He remembered how cold his skin was when his fingers tips hesitantly graze his cheeks.
But he had never told anyone. He could never have told anyone because, Hikaru came back.
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Yoshiki walked in the buzzing streets of Tokyo; no matter what time of day it was, people were always moving. Yoshiki had grown used to the movement, his feet always taking him somewhere farther and farther away from home.
He moved to the city as soon as he could, hoping itâd bring a sense of relief. Not that he didnât miss the countryside. He enjoyed the beautiful vast fields, the big giant mountains that always dwarfed his form, but even that space seemed to dwindle with the people.
Though, the city was just as suffocating as Kubitachi.
Yoshiki could hear the step wheezing as he put his weight on each plank to get to his door, but he soon stopped just before getting to the top.
There he was, or what was left of him.
âHikaru.â
His red eyes gleamed, leaning lazily against Yoshikiâs doorstepâwaiting for him. Hearing his name leave Yoshikiâs lips, Hikaruâs childish smile crept up his face.
âYâmiss me?â
Yoshiki stared at his friend, his eyes dancing along his skin, noticing the changes. He was still short, but he had gotten tanner, more muscular from working in the rice farms. Yoshikiâs eyes landed at his neck, seeing the subtle line where his head had been sliced off; a constant reminder who he was not.
âWhat are you doing here?â
Hikaru leaned his head against Yoshikiâs apartment door, âI got your invitation.â
Yoshiki furrowed his brows, âHowâŠ? I never sentââ
Hikaru pushed himself off the wall, âYâhavenât visited me in a while. Not sinceâŠyâknow.â
Yoshikiâs jaw clenched at the memory.
The memory of their kiss.
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Yoshiki thought he had fully accepted this being. That he would be able to seperate âHikaruâ from Hikaru. But the moment that their lips pressed against one another; the way âHikaruâs lips felt a bit chapped, awkward, his tongue wanting to eagerly take the next stepâjust like he had imagined Hikaruâs would be.
Though, when lips separated, their eyes meeting once more; Yoshiki felt a pit in his stomach. He couldnât help but feel guilty for still thinking about Hikaru. He had imagined his first kiss to be with Hikaruâ-which it still was, but not truly.
Yoshiki could tell that âHikaruâ had read his expression; his lips going from a flushed smile into a worried frown.
âWas I bad at it?â
Yoshiki turned his head away from him, his bangs covering his eyes, but âHikaruâ could sense he was still looking at him.
âNo⊠you wereâŠ.perfectâ
It was true, the kiss had been perfect but, he still felt so wrong. He imagined the kiss he would share with his Hikaru; however, it had always been a fantasy. It will always be a fantasy, knowing it wasnât the real Hikaru he was kissing.
He would never know how he would truly react if they had kissâ-if Hikaru had even liked him like that. Knowing that he could only kiss and be loved by the thing that filled Hikaru, it was all too much. All the possibilities made his heart feel so heavy.
What was worse, he had the pressure of âHikaruâs feelings for him, his love for him. Yoshiki felt terrible for feeling the doubt in his heart: Why canât he accept âHikaruâ?
Then, he went off to Tokyo. Running away from him.
But now, âHikaruâ was here, taking Yoshiki back to Kubitachi.
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He remembered how much it burned to breathe.
His raincoat could barely keep away the water that was pouring down his form; however, he continue to run up the mountains. Yoshiki knew he shouldnât have been there, the elders were already doing so much to look for Hikaru. But, he needed to be of some sort of use.
âHikaru!â
Yoshiki waved his flashlight around, hoping Hikaru would be able to see him from a far. He hoped that this would all end well. That heâd find Hikaru, the elders would scold him for being an idiot, but theyâll be together once more. His brain had already conjured up the worst that could happen: a broken ankle, broken leg, broken anything.
Heâd imagine Hikaru had gotten stuck between bushes, his body soaked and scared. He imagined as they eyes would meet, Hikaru would have his signature smile of hisâ-letting Yoshiki know he was okay.
Yoshikiâs feet had bumped into something, he moved his flashlight in order to see what he had stepped on.
Feet.
Hesitantly, his flashlight tilted upward to reveal Hikaruâs full-lifeless form. He instantly dropped his light, going on his knees to check on Hikaru; however, his skin was cold to the touch. Despite that, Yoshikiâs hands were still on his face detailing ever curve and dip.
âHikaruâŠ?â
He couldnât stay for long, as he saw another light coming close. Quickly, he ran back home, not wanting to get caught sneaking into the mountains. It pained him to leave Hikaru all alone.
Though, seeing him back alive, knowing it wasnât Hikaru ripped his heart. He would lay in his bed, looking back at their textsâremembering the stupid pictures Hikaru would send whenever Yoshikiâs parents were fighting. Now, he was gone. No one knew except Yoshiki.
Despite the pain, he found himself falling in love with âHikaruâ. He loved the gleam in his eyes when he would eat his favorite food, trying them for the first time. Howâd he would find âboringâ movies so interesting, even when his past self would say otherwise. His joy was so pure that it made Yoshiki feel soâŠfree.
Yet, his love for Hikaru still lingered in quiet moments.
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âWhat even made ya wanna make a film?â
Hikaru began to slice open the ripped green watermelon in pieces; the Indou family home hadnât really changed much from the years, it was still loved and cared for, but now it was just Hikaru caring for it.
Yoshiki watched as Hikaru placed a slice right in front of him, watching his every movement.
âI just wanted to make something that would⊠preserve his memory.â
Hikaru raised a brow, his mouth already munching on the juicy flesh, âDo I get to exist?â
Yoshiki chuckled, âThatâd make the movie fiction,â finally taking a bite of the slice Hikaru had cut for him.
âIt already is.â
Yoshiki hesitated his next bite, âNo one would believe⊠this⊠Us.â
Hikaruâs lips purse into a pout, âPeople could interpret it as a metaphor or sumthinâ.â
âIt would make the script too confusingâIâd have to rewrite everythingââ
âBut at least itâs the truth.â
ââokay, butââ
âYrâ just makinâ excusesââ
âHikaruâI just..!â
âCâmon, donât be a wuss, say it, âHikaru leaned forward, using one of his hands to support himself.
âI just canât let go of him.â
Yoshikiâs eyes finally meet up with Hikaruâs, hoping heâd end the conversationâend whatever he was getting at by bringing him back to Kubitachi. But, to his surprise, Hikaru gave him a beautiful smile that only made Yoshikiâs heart swell.
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Yoshiki could barely get a wink of sleep, he kept shifting from side to side in Hikaruâs spare futon beside his bed. He still couldnât understand the conversationâor argumentâ the two had.
Yoshiki still didnât understand Hikaru had brought him back home.
The questions swirled around his head, his emotions were all over the placeâHe really needed to go back to Tokyo to fix his film! Suddenly, he was woken up by the sound of soft pattering near his head, Hikaru had gotten up.
âYoshikiâŠYoshiki, get upâŠâ
His voice was soft, a bit groggy from the sleep that still clung to him. It was so familiar yet, it was still his own sound.
Yoshiki sat up, his body a bit sweaty from the summer heat that Kubitachi always brought, âWhatâwhatâs goinâ on?â
Hikaru prodded him with his foot, âCâmon, I gotta show ya somethinâ â
Yoshiki didnât expect a hike at the crack of dawn. He followed Hikaru through a trail, listening to the beetles ringing out, the breeze pushing the grass back and forth. Itâd been a while since Yoshiki had walked these trails once more. Their walk took them a little over Kubitachi, into the back of the mountains; furthermore, there was a small opening that would give a nice view of the hills that covered their home.
He wondered how Hikaru wouldâve found a place like this, how long it took him to find a beautiful spot to see the mountains in this way. He imagined the quiet journeys, his white hair blowing with the wind as he discovered new views, he probably gotten some camera to take photos of the insects.
A small smile quirked up his lips thinking about the ways Hikaru enjoyed life, it had even inspired Yoshiki to direct. He originally wanted to capture how life mustâve looked for Hikaru, but along the way, he found himself creating a film about his own desires.
âI still miss you.â
He could feel the cold air touch his bare arms as the drew into the shade of the trees. He remembered when they were younger; Hikaru had always wanted to roam around the forest to find large animals that he had read in books, even if they werenât even native to Japan. The two would spent hours walking along patches of trees, never to far from home because they were scared of getting lost.
They would hold each others hand to not slip into unsteady rocks; Hikaru would always take the lead, pointing at random plants, pretending to know their names.
âHow are you now? Iâm doing wellâ
When âHikaruâ had shown up, he had a sliver of hope that he could bring back his friend. That it was like those mangas where somehow Hikaru was trapped in some fantasy world, but there would be a way to bring him back.
Though, remembering Hikaruâs cold skin, the way his lips had already turned blueâhis hope would vanish. He had to silently mourn; silently prey every night that Hikaru was resting well.
Yoshiki hadnât noticed that they had finally made to where Hikaru had wanted them to go, his face smacked onto Hikaruâs back.
âWowâwatch your step,â Hikaru chuckled, holding his shoulders to steady him.
âSorryââ Yoshiki finally looked ahead of him, the sun had finally came up that it casted a beautiful glow onto the mountains, clouds brushed past the natural form in gentle strokes.
Yoshiki felt himself being pushed forward,âCâmon, I betcha got some complaints for him.â
Yoshiki turned behind him, glancing at Hikaru, confused on what he was trying to do. But, Hikaru gave him an encouraging smile. He stepped closer to Yoshiki, puffing out his chest.
âHikaru!â
Yoshiki was startled, he didnât expect Hikaru to justâŠyell. The birds even flocked away from the mountain from how much ruckus Hikaru caused.
âIâm taking Yoshiki from you!â
Yoshikiâs eyes widen, he instinctively smacked Hikaruâs chest; however he caught his hand, placing it close to where his heart was.
âAre you still singing up there, Hikaru!â
Hikaruâs eyes meet Yoshikiâs, the grip on his hand tightensâreassuring him to do what needs to be done. Hesitantly, Yoshiki steps forward, walking a few meters into the long grass. The breeze blew against his body, whispering through his ears of words he couldnât understand fully; however, Yoshiki raised his hands close to his mouth.
âHikaru!â
The name echoes through field, the grass bending over like a sort of wave.
âHow are you?!â
Yoshikiâs eyes bore into the lump of earth right in front, watching as it expanded with the movement of the treesâbreathing. His through began to well up, tears began to sting his eyes. The wind began to chap his lips, which he brushed his tongue against to continue.
âIâm doing well!â
He took another deep breath, despite his lungs having trouble to keep in the air.
âHow are you?!âŠ.Im doing well!â
He dropped to his knees, continuing his words, âI came back! From TokyoâŠ!â
Yoshikiâs welled up tears began to fall, his teeth began to grit from trying to hold his sobs.
âItâs true! Heâs going to steal me away! I love him, Hikaru!â
Once the final words spill from his lips, he clenched the grass tightly, crying in the air in ugly breaths. It had been so long since he had finally cried out for Hikaru⊠it felt so freeing. To finally, outwardly, mourn to someone so dear to himâwho had meant the world to him. It hurt. To let go of Hikaru, to leave him back into the mountains.
Yoshiki hadnt even realized Hikaru had come up to place his head into his chest, his roughed up fingers grazing into his dark hair.
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It was a bit awkward walking back to Hikaruâs house, his eyes were puffy and red from crying, his nose was overly dryâit was not his best look.
But he felt reassured by the warmth of Hikaruâs hand, the way his thumb kept constantly rubbing at his skin felt very comforting. Yoshiki almost hesitated his next move, but he tugged Hikaruâs arm back causing him to turn toward Yoshiki.
Hikaru didnât even have enough time to react before Yoshiki had pressed his lips against his. It was no longer awkward or unsure; it was desperate and loving. Yoshiki held Hikaru by the back of his neck, both hands rubbing against the fine line on his neck.
Synopsis: For an upcoming competition, kickboxer!Toji decides to take some Pilates classes in order to help him with his flexibilityâstretching out those small muscles in his body. Unfortunatelyâor fortunately, heâs gonna stretch you out.
CW: sĆ”eĂŠtĆ·SÄx, P in V, tĂŒmmĆ·bĂŒlÄe, cĂȘrvix kissing, miĆĆorsÄx,fÇckingtilldumb, roughsÄx, dirtytalking, blöwjob, pĂŒssĆ·EaĆ„iñg, fÄŻngĂȘring, unĆafĂšSĂȘx, fĂŻllingWömb.
A/N: re-upload cuz I added some stuffâ> WordCount: 4k~
ââyeah, yeahâIâm outside the damn class, happy?â He flicked the specks of flame from his cigarette,ââIâm just waiting for the trainer to come. I really donât get why I need this damn class.â
Yes, Toji Fushiguro was waiting out some random studio to take a Pilates class; rather, he was urged to take some classes for an upcoming competition. His coach noticed that some of Tojiâs techniques began to look stiff, he needed to stretch himself out in order to get more momentum. Shiu recommended a private trainer in order for him to engage his core and to target the small muscles deep in his large form.
Toji had objected the idea of going from the very beginning. He needed to focus on strategies for his fight, not if he can touch his toesâ which he canât.
He crushed the cigarette into the cement floor, glancing around to see who would be training him. Though, he didnât see anyone coming.
As he was about to call Shiu to cancel this whole plan, he heard light patters hitting the concrete near him. Tojiâs eyes looked up from his phone to see a beautiful woman coming his way, gently waving her hand.
âIâm so sorry! Traffic was a beast to get throughâ ah, itâs very nice to meet you! Iâll be your trainer for these upcoming classes. Rest assured, youâre in very good hands!â
The first thing he thought about was how cute you looked; moreover, his eyes fell upon the way your plump lips moved to make your introduction and how they curled into a welcoming smile.
He didnât greet himself with as much enthusiasm as you didâ only really saying that Shiu had been the one to make him take your classes.
âAh, Shiu is a very dear friend of mine, I hope that we can get along well. Letâs head in!â
Toji watched as you begin to unlock the studio door, which was a small studio that had a large wall mirror with a couple reformer machine at the opposite side.
He took in the room within a few glances but, he was more focused on the gym set you had on. It was a lovely deep wine color; leggings that hugged your hips flaring at the ends, a snug spandex sweater that emphasized your shape even more.
âToday is just an introductory day: weâll see how much we need to work with. Shiu mentioned that your muscle movement has been getting more difficult?â
Toji regained his focus, trying not to make it obvious that he was staring at your ass, âuhâyeah. I canât even touch my damn toes.â
The comment made you chuckle, âWell, by the end of it, I am positive you can touch your toes.â
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The two of you started with some basic stretches.
âokay, I want you to reach for your toes as far as you can.â
Toji watches as you lean forward to grab the bases of your feet, show casing how flexible you truly were. It was impressive, the way your muscle flexed with just a basic movement.
Toji reached out toward his feet, thinking he could be able to perfectly imitate your movement.
âS-shit! How the hell do you get that far?â
You let out a breathy laugh, glancing at his positionâ he had barely reached over his knees! Getting him to touch his toes was going to be a lot of work. You get up from your mat, heading over to guide him through the motion more.
âIâm going to lightly push your back forward. Slowly. Itâll be a bit uncomfortableâ
You lightly place your hand at the center of his back, slowly putting pressure to make him lean forward. Toji begins to slightly shake, his locked knees began to have trouble keeping their position. You could hear that Toji was trying to hold in the embarrassing noises that were clogged within his throat.
âYou got this! You can push a bit more,â you softly cheer, still supporting him by your palm.
He let out a slight groan as the tips of his fingers finally touch his feetâ not to the skills as yours, but it was major progress than the previous attempt. As soon as he touched his feet, his body sprang out on the mat.
Tojiâs chest slightly heaved, not in his 30 years of living had he ever felt as exhausted from just touching his toes. His ears slightly burn embarrassed that he was practically worn out from just a simple stretchâ he had a competition coming up too!
He shifted his eyes from the ceiling to your form; realizing you had taken off your spandex sweater, revealing your matching sports bra. The studio was a bit cold, which was made more obvious with your nipples hardened through the spandex.
His scarred lip slightly upturned, enjoying the view of your tits. His enjoyment was snapped away as you stand up straight ready for the next movement.
Though, he was sure that he was sure to come on time for their next classes.
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As their classes continued, Toji saw a lot of progress with his mobility. He was able to touch his toes and hold the position for some time without strain. The stretch of the muscles on his legs really helped ease the tightness that they were used to.
With the flexibility, Toji had become more flirty with his trainer. Making small comments that would make you visibly flustered. He enjoyed the way you would try to regain your professionalism, it only wanted to make him want to play even more.
âNow, when you push your legs up over your head; you want to use your core rather than the momentum.â
âGod these exercises will be the death of meâ
âThat aint fair, you have more ass to keep you balanced.â
His comment made you chuckled, âOh shut it, keep talking like that and itâll get you in big troubleâ
Toji lip quirked up into a teasing smile, âThat a threat?â
The low rumble of his tone caused you to stumble in your teasing attitude; you quickly went back to your professional attitude, âO-Okay! Iâm going to demonstrate the movement!â
He watched as you demonstrated the exercise, with such precision that it felt like watching a ballerina doing her twirls. Your feet made it over your head, before slowly bringing them back down.
Toji could imagine other reasons why your feet would be over your head. He could probably detail the way one of his hands could hold your ankles in place as he rammed his massive cock into your tight screaming Holâ
âOkay! Your turn, Jiâ
Toji didnât even realize he was already in position for the next exercise; rather, he had been hypnotized by you.
âGood, good! Now bring your legs slowlyâ remember use your coreâ
Toji gritted his teeth, focusing on his core to follow the steps, âYeah, Yeah, I heard yaâ
After their workout, Toji reached in his gym bag to find the towel he always packed to wipe away the sweat. Rummaging through, he realized he had forgotten in the wash.
âFuckinâ hell.â
You glance toward his direction, having heard his muttered curse, âSomething the matter?â
Toji lips smacked against his teeth, âNah, I just forgot my towel.â
âAw really? Here let me see if I have a spare,â you began to rummage through your own bag, clatters of random object clanking together could only be heard.
âYâreally donât have toââ
âfound one!â
You held up a cream colored face towel; quickly, you went over to hand it to him. Toji noticed a flush of color splash your cheeks as your held up the towel toward him.
âHere. Donât mind the design.â
His rough fingers grazed yours taking in the warm cloth, his dark eyes glance at the design to mentioned: at the corners, it had an embroidered cartoon character.
âHuh. I havenât seen Domo in a while,â his lips curled into an amused smile, âitâs cute.â
Toji wiped his sweat with the fuzzy towel, which he was quickly invaded with your vanilla scent. It was warm and welcoming, like you. He couldnât help but, close his eyes and take another whiff of it.
After smearing his face with your towel, he didnât know whether to hand it back or keep it; however, you quickly made that decision as your fingers delicately take the towel from his grip.
âDonât worry, I can take that,â you put away the fabric back into your bag with the color of your cheeks deepening.
Seeing that, Toji wondered if you could feel what he had also been feelingâ desire.
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With more progression with their Pilates classes, the more daring Toji had become with his flirting. Adding touches that would surely make you break your professionalism.
âTo use this machine, youâll just move this leg while holding onto the railing.â
He watched as you let the reformer guide your body into a slow lunge. He could see the way your legs flexed with the exercise, the movement of this made your ass look so fucking good.
He didnât hesitate to reach out and pat your ass: very lightly.
âYour legs shakinââ
You gently swat away his hand, âJi! Keep your hands to your self!â
Toji gave your ass a nice squeeze before letting go, his long fingers digging into the spandex material, âitâs not my fault, itâs right there in front of meâ
You roll your eyes as you continue on with the demonstration, âNow, make sure you are doing this nice and slow. No rushâ
âNice and slow, huh? Is that the way you like it?â
Toji couldnât help but twist your instructions into an innuendo; liking the way your hand gripped tighter onto the railing. As you finally stand up straight, you held out your hand for him to help you get down from the machine.
But, instead of taking your hand, he helped you down by wrapping his hands at your waistâ picking you up slightly before setting you down.
The warmth of his hands only fueled the hot pit in your stomach, it didnât help that your cheeks began to flush from the gentlemen touch.
âWow, what a gentlemen you are. What will I do if I fall from a foot difference?â
You could feel his hands adjust your leggings as if he was adjusting some grand gown. A huffed out laugh escaped his thin lips.
âDonât worry, doll. I can catch you from a falling building.â
He hoisted himself onto the reformer, ready to do his lunges. His hands could still feel the remnants of your warmth from the machine. Toji began to stretch his leg away from him, the muscle from his thigh pulsates through his loose shorts. You were just noticing how huge those thighs were, all made out of pure muscle.
It shouldâve been a bit jarring but, weirdly, it turned you on.
âGo a little deeperâ
Toji nodded, stretching his leg more deeper causing the fabric of his shorts to mold to his thighs, even tightening around his print. You tried to keep your eyes away to be respectful butâŠ. It was fucking huge. You began to fantasize how hard it would be to fit that girth in your mouth, would he try to push your head down to make it fit? Push his hips forward to make you choke on itâ
Oh god.
You needed to stay professional! You cannot lose your focus for a hot hunky manâyou canât!
âG-Good! Very good form, try the next leg to complete your set.â
He clenched his teeth as he felt his muscles begin to tense up, before switching his position to do the next legâ- a slow exhale escaped from his lips, showing how in control he truly was with his body. The new position did not help with the heat between your thighs. As he began to work his next leg, your eyes could only focus on his muscular ass. His body was just so⊠sculpted.
âSo⊠Toji have long have you been doing kickboxing?â
The machine continued to wheeze its springs as he stretched, it made your mind wonder how better it would sound if it were the springs of a mattress coiling together as the two of you fucked.
âSince I was probably in my early twentiesâ
Your eyes shifted to the back of his head, needing to purify your thoughts, âWow⊠a long time, huhâŠâ
Toji grunted in agreement before stopping to get off the reformer, âI have a competition coming up soon. You should come, be my personal cheerleader.â
A small playful scoff escaped your lips, âcheerleader? Well, I hope you win, I wouldnât want to be embarrassedâ
Toji took a few steps toward you, towering over you, âDonât worry about that. I always winâ
The low drawl of his voice only furthered the warmth of your body. You could practically feel your panties getting wet from this simple teasing. It got you more excited to see him out in action, seeing his body all in its gloryâ maybe, you could give him a prize if he was that good of a kickboxer.
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It was odd, the cool feeling of the arena; lights blared toward the center stage that you stood so close to. Toji had sat you at the very front, where you could see him. You didnât know what to expect, you wore a casual but nice outfit. You made sure every hair and speck was in place, making you nervously reapply your lip combo multiple times.
The chairs beside you were empty, despite the match almost starting. The set up drew more attention to you. Though, you were saved by a familiar face showing upâShiu.
He gave you a polite nod, before going to set up Tojiâs station with the necessities. The lights began to dim within the stadium, before the hosts began to do Tojiâs introduction. The crowd began to cheer, anticipating to see the giant that was Toji Fushiguro.
The lights were now shined on one of the entrances by the crowd, before Tojiâs form began to emerge. Hands began to sprung out from the sides, each desperate to catch his attention. Toji had his heavyweight medals hanging from each arm, accompanied by his smug expression.
God, seeing him in his element made your heart beat like crazy.
Once he got to the stage, his dark eyes glanced at your seat for a split second. He was glad that you had actually taken his offer to support him. Perhaps, he knew you wanted to see him like this: bare chested, adorned with his metals.
As they introduced Tojiâs opponent, who had been the previous holder of the heavyweight title years before, the anticipation only grew from the crowd.
Then, the match began.
Every strike and dodge proved that Toji still deserved the title of being the champion; even when they called for breaks, you could only focus on the sweat glistening on body and how dripped down his abs. His body moved with more precision than before; furthermore, he was able to break from his opponentâs hold or turn the tables on them.
By the end, Toji was left with a couple of cuts but it only enhanced his desirability to you.
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ââGod, Thatâs itâŠ. Yrâ that eager for me? I havenât even washed upâ
It was trueâ you were very eager after the match to get down on your knees and have his cock inside your mouth. You barely gave him time before you yanked down his shorts. Your tongue running down his stomach, licking the sweat that had been shinning against the victorious light.
He could feel your tongue swirling against his cock, teeth barely grazingâ-the tease really getting his blood flowing. His hips pushed forward to hear that lovely gag from your throat. You dug your nails from the back of his muscular thighs, making sure to leave your mark against his sweaty skin.
Tojiâs head snapped back as you cupped his balls giving a nice squeeze, âFuck! Doll, yâkilling meâŠfuck, fuck!â
You could feel his getting close, as the tip of his dick began to sputter. His fingers nested themselves into your hair, pushing your head even further toward his hips. His body was glistened with sweat, you still smell his musk from his hairy pubes that were filling your nostrils. Toji glanced down, seeing the globs of tears that welled up in your eyes, his cum began to fill up your throat.
You could feel the back of your throat begin to burn, but you couldnât move away from him. He could hear the long gulps as his cum made its way down your throat. Once you detached yourself from him, you could only be described as a vision: your plump lips now swollen and red, your chin still having remnants of his cum that you couldnât swallow, it all enhanced your beauty.
âSo beautifulâŠâ
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You held your arms tightly around his shoulders, your feet barely touching the floor. Eyes rolling back as you feel the two first digits of his fingers scissor inside your pussy.
âTojiâŠ! FuckâŠ!â
His calloused thumb rubbed itself against your clit, while he added a third finger into your cunt. Your gummy walls sucked in his fingers clinging onto desperately. Tojiâs ears were blessed to hear the lovely sounds of your whiney moans with your slick dripping onto the concrete floor.
âSuch a messy girl. Going dumb just from my fingers? I havenât even put my cock inside yaâ
Toji pulled his fingers out from you, licking them clean from your slick. The action caused you to furrow your brows, confused on why he stopped, but then it was quickly forgotten as his lips marked your neck.
His lips moved themselves down your stomach, his hand moving to the back of one of your thighs to have it over his shoulder.
Your pussy could feel what was coming next, coiling within itself. He spread your puffy lips apart, his eyes admiring the scene before him. You felt a bit embarrassed at his staring, but before you could say anything, his younger was slobbering inside you.
A low moan escaped from your lips, your body barely holding itself upward from the wet muscle invading your body. You could feel him licking up and down continuouslyâ annoyingly so. Your hands gripping his sweaty hair, pulling it toward your pussy, demanding more.
âFuck⊠yes, yes, Tojiââ
His tongue swirled inside your walls, making your pussy tighten with excitement, the bone of his jaw grinding against you. Your ears were invaded with the grunts and groans coming out from him, vibrating inside of you.
You could feel your body coming close, your moans becoming more desperate with every lick and suck from him. You could feel his gulps as he tried to drink every last drop of your climax. His hair was a mess from how much you were pulling and dragging him to devour certain spots of your pussy.
The room was filled with the two of you catching your breaths, coming back slightly back to realityâ but not fully.
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Honestly, the position the two of you were in was chaotic.
Toji had you gripping onto the grand mirror that was deep in the locker rooms, as he held both of your legs up to slam you down his cock.
Clothes were fully discarded, thrown around any corner of the place. Your brain was practically completely fried with losing count how many times Toji had you clammed down his cock. His fat tip colliding against your womb so much that you could see the way it bulged out from the mirror.
When he finally put all of his inches, a sharp cry escaped your throat. Your body coiled up, tightening around himâsuffocating his girth. Toji pushed your body up before letting gravity pull it down to his cock; forcing your pussy to get used to him.
His eyes locked at his reflection, watching at how you cried over his huge cock. It only fueled his ego.
âToo big fâya? My little instructor canât handle a simple stretch? Câmon, feel that niiice stretchâ
His mocking only made your gummy walls squelch. Toji let out a breathy chuckled at how your body shamelessly responded to his cock.
âWhat a dirty doll. You can touch your toes so well but canât take my cock?â
The glass reflection was stained from the moisture of your breathes with the sputter of your slick and his cum splattering across the mirror. His balls smacked against your pussylips with every thrust, his hands gripped tightly onto your thighs locking you in place, his lips grazing your neckâ
âGood,Goodâfinally taking me so well. Such a good listenerâ
Toji had let go one of your thighs, letting you once again having to balance on one leg, but with the other he held it up even higherâ like a ballerina doing an attitude pose. The position had your upper body pressed against the cold mirror with his girth hitting your gummy walls in different directions. His cock was getting squeezed by your flesh, even covered by your burning slick.
âF-UhckâToji, Toji, Toji!â
Your throat was choking on his name, feeling your body being stretched and folded like dough. You could feel his free hand wrap around your waist, supporting you even more, his palm pressed against your lower belly.
He had a smug expression as he felt himself expand your womb, his fingers pressing down the bulge in a teasing manner. Tojiâs dark eyes lock onto your face, watching as it crumbled with pleasure just from him. It was a beautiful sight that only fueled him even more.
âBeen wanting tâfill this pussy sinceâshitâ I saw you stretch,â Tojiâs hips jerk forward, âNow, Ima stretch you out, doll. Youâre mine.â
His thumbed made its way back to your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in circles and circles, slipping as your slick covered the tip. The added sensation made your pussy tighten up around his cock, refusing to let go.
Your moans continued to get choked up with every thrusts from his hips, âJiâ hahâ Iâm closeâŠ! Wanna cum, together!â
Hearing your slurred words, Tojiâs balls tightened ready to be drained. He finally let go of your other thigh, both hands holding your hips. Your body arched against the cold surface, your ass jiggling from the smacks of his hips.
âYâgonna take every drop of me? Donât want any drop wastedâ
Your eyes flutter shut, globs of tears streaming down from the overwhelming sensation of Tojiâs girth expanding your womb with its seed. Your forehead rested against the mirror, holding you together before you crumble down to the floor. Your pussy squelched as you tried to hold in every last drop of his cum.
Tojiâs thumbs tenderly rub circles on your ass, every once in a while giving a little smack to keep you focused on him. He moved his hips slightly, his cock already hardening inside of you, âThese damn Pilates classes really got my stamina, I could go at it for hours.â
You could barely understand him, but with the rock of his hips, you knew he wanted more. Despite feeling like jelly, your hips grinded against his own as an acceptance.
Synopsis: For an upcoming competition, kickboxer!Toji decides to take some Pilates classes in order to help him with his flexibilityâstretching out those small muscles in his body. Unfortunatelyâor fortunately, heâs gonna stretch you out.
CW: sĆ”eĂŠtĆ·SÄx, P in V, tĂŒmmĆ·bĂŒlÄe, cĂȘrvix kissing, miĆĆorsÄx,fÇckingtilldumb, roughsÄx, dirtytalking, blöwjob, pĂŒssĆ·EaĆ„iñg, fÄŻngĂȘring, unĆafĂšSĂȘx, fĂŻllingWömb.
A/N: re-upload cuz I added some stuffâ> WordCount: 4k~
ââyeah, yeahâIâm outside the damn class, happy?â He flicked the specks of flame from his cigarette,ââIâm just waiting for the trainer to come. I really donât get why I need this damn class.â
Yes, Toji Fushiguro was waiting out some random studio to take a Pilates class; rather, he was urged to take some classes for an upcoming competition. His coach noticed that some of Tojiâs techniques began to look stiff, he needed to stretch himself out in order to get more momentum. Shiu recommended a private trainer in order for him to engage his core and to target the small muscles deep in his large form.
Toji had objected the idea of going from the very beginning. He needed to focus on strategies for his fight, not if he can touch his toesâ which he canât.
He crushed the cigarette into the cement floor, glancing around to see who would be training him. Though, he didnât see anyone coming.
As he was about to call Shiu to cancel this whole plan, he heard light patters hitting the concrete near him. Tojiâs eyes looked up from his phone to see a beautiful woman coming his way, gently waving her hand.
âIâm so sorry! Traffic was a beast to get throughâ ah, itâs very nice to meet you! Iâll be your trainer for these upcoming classes. Rest assured, youâre in very good hands!â
The first thing he thought about was how cute you looked; moreover, his eyes fell upon the way your plump lips moved to make your introduction and how they curled into a welcoming smile.
He didnât greet himself with as much enthusiasm as you didâ only really saying that Shiu had been the one to make him take your classes.
âAh, Shiu is a very dear friend of mine, I hope that we can get along well. Letâs head in!â
Toji watched as you begin to unlock the studio door, which was a small studio that had a large wall mirror with a couple reformer machine at the opposite side.
He took in the room within a few glances but, he was more focused on the gym set you had on. It was a lovely deep wine color; leggings that hugged your hips flaring at the ends, a snug spandex sweater that emphasized your shape even more.
âToday is just an introductory day: weâll see how much we need to work with. Shiu mentioned that your muscle movement has been getting more difficult?â
Toji regained his focus, trying not to make it obvious that he was staring at your ass, âuhâyeah. I canât even touch my damn toes.â
The comment made you chuckle, âWell, by the end of it, I am positive you can touch your toes.â
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The two of you started with some basic stretches.
âokay, I want you to reach for your toes as far as you can.â
Toji watches as you lean forward to grab the bases of your feet, show casing how flexible you truly were. It was impressive, the way your muscle flexed with just a basic movement.
Toji reached out toward his feet, thinking he could be able to perfectly imitate your movement.
âS-shit! How the hell do you get that far?â
You let out a breathy laugh, glancing at his positionâ he had barely reached over his knees! Getting him to touch his toes was going to be a lot of work. You get up from your mat, heading over to guide him through the motion more.
âIâm going to lightly push your back forward. Slowly. Itâll be a bit uncomfortableâ
You lightly place your hand at the center of his back, slowly putting pressure to make him lean forward. Toji begins to slightly shake, his locked knees began to have trouble keeping their position. You could hear that Toji was trying to hold in the embarrassing noises that were clogged within his throat.
âYou got this! You can push a bit more,â you softly cheer, still supporting him by your palm.
He let out a slight groan as the tips of his fingers finally touch his feetâ not to the skills as yours, but it was major progress than the previous attempt. As soon as he touched his feet, his body sprang out on the mat.
Tojiâs chest slightly heaved, not in his 30 years of living had he ever felt as exhausted from just touching his toes. His ears slightly burn embarrassed that he was practically worn out from just a simple stretchâ he had a competition coming up too!
He shifted his eyes from the ceiling to your form; realizing you had taken off your spandex sweater, revealing your matching sports bra. The studio was a bit cold, which was made more obvious with your nipples hardened through the spandex.
His scarred lip slightly upturned, enjoying the view of your tits. His enjoyment was snapped away as you stand up straight ready for the next movement.
Though, he was sure that he was sure to come on time for their next classes.
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As their classes continued, Toji saw a lot of progress with his mobility. He was able to touch his toes and hold the position for some time without strain. The stretch of the muscles on his legs really helped ease the tightness that they were used to.
With the flexibility, Toji had become more flirty with his trainer. Making small comments that would make you visibly flustered. He enjoyed the way you would try to regain your professionalism, it only wanted to make him want to play even more.
âNow, when you push your legs up over your head; you want to use your core rather than the momentum.â
âGod these exercises will be the death of meâ
âThat aint fair, you have more ass to keep you balanced.â
His comment made you chuckled, âOh shut it, keep talking like that and itâll get you in big troubleâ
Toji lip quirked up into a teasing smile, âThat a threat?â
The low rumble of his tone caused you to stumble in your teasing attitude; you quickly went back to your professional attitude, âO-Okay! Iâm going to demonstrate the movement!â
He watched as you demonstrated the exercise, with such precision that it felt like watching a ballerina doing her twirls. Your feet made it over your head, before slowly bringing them back down.
Toji could imagine other reasons why your feet would be over your head. He could probably detail the way one of his hands could hold your ankles in place as he rammed his massive cock into your tight screaming Holâ
âOkay! Your turn, Jiâ
Toji didnât even realize he was already in position for the next exercise; rather, he had been hypnotized by you.
âGood, good! Now bring your legs slowlyâ remember use your coreâ
Toji gritted his teeth, focusing on his core to follow the steps, âYeah, Yeah, I heard yaâ
After their workout, Toji reached in his gym bag to find the towel he always packed to wipe away the sweat. Rummaging through, he realized he had forgotten in the wash.
âFuckinâ hell.â
You glance toward his direction, having heard his muttered curse, âSomething the matter?â
Toji lips smacked against his teeth, âNah, I just forgot my towel.â
âAw really? Here let me see if I have a spare,â you began to rummage through your own bag, clatters of random object clanking together could only be heard.
âYâreally donât have toââ
âfound one!â
You held up a cream colored face towel; quickly, you went over to hand it to him. Toji noticed a flush of color splash your cheeks as your held up the towel toward him.
âHere. Donât mind the design.â
His rough fingers grazed yours taking in the warm cloth, his dark eyes glance at the design to mentioned: at the corners, it had an embroidered cartoon character.
âHuh. I havenât seen Domo in a while,â his lips curled into an amused smile, âitâs cute.â
Toji wiped his sweat with the fuzzy towel, which he was quickly invaded with your vanilla scent. It was warm and welcoming, like you. He couldnât help but, close his eyes and take another whiff of it.
After smearing his face with your towel, he didnât know whether to hand it back or keep it; however, you quickly made that decision as your fingers delicately take the towel from his grip.
âDonât worry, I can take that,â you put away the fabric back into your bag with the color of your cheeks deepening.
Seeing that, Toji wondered if you could feel what he had also been feelingâ desire.
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With more progression with their Pilates classes, the more daring Toji had become with his flirting. Adding touches that would surely make you break your professionalism.
âTo use this machine, youâll just move this leg while holding onto the railing.â
He watched as you let the reformer guide your body into a slow lunge. He could see the way your legs flexed with the exercise, the movement of this made your ass look so fucking good.
He didnât hesitate to reach out and pat your ass: very lightly.
âYour legs shakinââ
You gently swat away his hand, âJi! Keep your hands to your self!â
Toji gave your ass a nice squeeze before letting go, his long fingers digging into the spandex material, âitâs not my fault, itâs right there in front of meâ
You roll your eyes as you continue on with the demonstration, âNow, make sure you are doing this nice and slow. No rushâ
âNice and slow, huh? Is that the way you like it?â
Toji couldnât help but twist your instructions into an innuendo; liking the way your hand gripped tighter onto the railing. As you finally stand up straight, you held out your hand for him to help you get down from the machine.
But, instead of taking your hand, he helped you down by wrapping his hands at your waistâ picking you up slightly before setting you down.
The warmth of his hands only fueled the hot pit in your stomach, it didnât help that your cheeks began to flush from the gentlemen touch.
âWow, what a gentlemen you are. What will I do if I fall from a foot difference?â
You could feel his hands adjust your leggings as if he was adjusting some grand gown. A huffed out laugh escaped his thin lips.
âDonât worry, doll. I can catch you from a falling building.â
He hoisted himself onto the reformer, ready to do his lunges. His hands could still feel the remnants of your warmth from the machine. Toji began to stretch his leg away from him, the muscle from his thigh pulsates through his loose shorts. You were just noticing how huge those thighs were, all made out of pure muscle.
It shouldâve been a bit jarring but, weirdly, it turned you on.
âGo a little deeperâ
Toji nodded, stretching his leg more deeper causing the fabric of his shorts to mold to his thighs, even tightening around his print. You tried to keep your eyes away to be respectful butâŠ. It was fucking huge. You began to fantasize how hard it would be to fit that girth in your mouth, would he try to push your head down to make it fit? Push his hips forward to make you choke on itâ
Oh god.
You needed to stay professional! You cannot lose your focus for a hot hunky manâyou canât!
âG-Good! Very good form, try the next leg to complete your set.â
He clenched his teeth as he felt his muscles begin to tense up, before switching his position to do the next legâ- a slow exhale escaped from his lips, showing how in control he truly was with his body. The new position did not help with the heat between your thighs. As he began to work his next leg, your eyes could only focus on his muscular ass. His body was just so⊠sculpted.
âSo⊠Toji have long have you been doing kickboxing?â
The machine continued to wheeze its springs as he stretched, it made your mind wonder how better it would sound if it were the springs of a mattress coiling together as the two of you fucked.
âSince I was probably in my early twentiesâ
Your eyes shifted to the back of his head, needing to purify your thoughts, âWow⊠a long time, huhâŠâ
Toji grunted in agreement before stopping to get off the reformer, âI have a competition coming up soon. You should come, be my personal cheerleader.â
A small playful scoff escaped your lips, âcheerleader? Well, I hope you win, I wouldnât want to be embarrassedâ
Toji took a few steps toward you, towering over you, âDonât worry about that. I always winâ
The low drawl of his voice only furthered the warmth of your body. You could practically feel your panties getting wet from this simple teasing. It got you more excited to see him out in action, seeing his body all in its gloryâ maybe, you could give him a prize if he was that good of a kickboxer.
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It was odd, the cool feeling of the arena; lights blared toward the center stage that you stood so close to. Toji had sat you at the very front, where you could see him. You didnât know what to expect, you wore a casual but nice outfit. You made sure every hair and speck was in place, making you nervously reapply your lip combo multiple times.
The chairs beside you were empty, despite the match almost starting. The set up drew more attention to you. Though, you were saved by a familiar face showing upâShiu.
He gave you a polite nod, before going to set up Tojiâs station with the necessities. The lights began to dim within the stadium, before the hosts began to do Tojiâs introduction. The crowd began to cheer, anticipating to see the giant that was Toji Fushiguro.
The lights were now shined on one of the entrances by the crowd, before Tojiâs form began to emerge. Hands began to sprung out from the sides, each desperate to catch his attention. Toji had his heavyweight medals hanging from each arm, accompanied by his smug expression.
God, seeing him in his element made your heart beat like crazy.
Once he got to the stage, his dark eyes glanced at your seat for a split second. He was glad that you had actually taken his offer to support him. Perhaps, he knew you wanted to see him like this: bare chested, adorned with his metals.
As they introduced Tojiâs opponent, who had been the previous holder of the heavyweight title years before, the anticipation only grew from the crowd.
Then, the match began.
Every strike and dodge proved that Toji still deserved the title of being the champion; even when they called for breaks, you could only focus on the sweat glistening on body and how dripped down his abs. His body moved with more precision than before; furthermore, he was able to break from his opponentâs hold or turn the tables on them.
By the end, Toji was left with a couple of cuts but it only enhanced his desirability to you.
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ââGod, Thatâs itâŠ. Yrâ that eager for me? I havenât even washed upâ
It was trueâ you were very eager after the match to get down on your knees and have his cock inside your mouth. You barely gave him time before you yanked down his shorts. Your tongue running down his stomach, licking the sweat that had been shinning against the victorious light.
He could feel your tongue swirling against his cock, teeth barely grazingâ-the tease really getting his blood flowing. His hips pushed forward to hear that lovely gag from your throat. You dug your nails from the back of his muscular thighs, making sure to leave your mark against his sweaty skin.
Tojiâs head snapped back as you cupped his balls giving a nice squeeze, âFuck! Doll, yâkilling meâŠfuck, fuck!â
You could feel his getting close, as the tip of his dick began to sputter. His fingers nested themselves into your hair, pushing your head even further toward his hips. His body was glistened with sweat, you still smell his musk from his hairy pubes that were filling your nostrils. Toji glanced down, seeing the globs of tears that welled up in your eyes, his cum began to fill up your throat.
You could feel the back of your throat begin to burn, but you couldnât move away from him. He could hear the long gulps as his cum made its way down your throat. Once you detached yourself from him, you could only be described as a vision: your plump lips now swollen and red, your chin still having remnants of his cum that you couldnât swallow, it all enhanced your beauty.
âSo beautifulâŠâ
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You held your arms tightly around his shoulders, your feet barely touching the floor. Eyes rolling back as you feel the two first digits of his fingers scissor inside your pussy.
âTojiâŠ! FuckâŠ!â
His calloused thumb rubbed itself against your clit, while he added a third finger into your cunt. Your gummy walls sucked in his fingers clinging onto desperately. Tojiâs ears were blessed to hear the lovely sounds of your whiney moans with your slick dripping onto the concrete floor.
âSuch a messy girl. Going dumb just from my fingers? I havenât even put my cock inside yaâ
Toji pulled his fingers out from you, licking them clean from your slick. The action caused you to furrow your brows, confused on why he stopped, but then it was quickly forgotten as his lips marked your neck.
His lips moved themselves down your stomach, his hand moving to the back of one of your thighs to have it over his shoulder.
Your pussy could feel what was coming next, coiling within itself. He spread your puffy lips apart, his eyes admiring the scene before him. You felt a bit embarrassed at his staring, but before you could say anything, his younger was slobbering inside you.
A low moan escaped from your lips, your body barely holding itself upward from the wet muscle invading your body. You could feel him licking up and down continuouslyâ annoyingly so. Your hands gripping his sweaty hair, pulling it toward your pussy, demanding more.
âFuck⊠yes, yes, Tojiââ
His tongue swirled inside your walls, making your pussy tighten with excitement, the bone of his jaw grinding against you. Your ears were invaded with the grunts and groans coming out from him, vibrating inside of you.
You could feel your body coming close, your moans becoming more desperate with every lick and suck from him. You could feel his gulps as he tried to drink every last drop of your climax. His hair was a mess from how much you were pulling and dragging him to devour certain spots of your pussy.
The room was filled with the two of you catching your breaths, coming back slightly back to realityâ but not fully.
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Honestly, the position the two of you were in was chaotic.
Toji had you gripping onto the grand mirror that was deep in the locker rooms, as he held both of your legs up to slam you down his cock.
Clothes were fully discarded, thrown around any corner of the place. Your brain was practically completely fried with losing count how many times Toji had you clammed down his cock. His fat tip colliding against your womb so much that you could see the way it bulged out from the mirror.
When he finally put all of his inches, a sharp cry escaped your throat. Your body coiled up, tightening around himâsuffocating his girth. Toji pushed your body up before letting gravity pull it down to his cock; forcing your pussy to get used to him.
His eyes locked at his reflection, watching at how you cried over his huge cock. It only fueled his ego.
âToo big fâya? My little instructor canât handle a simple stretch? Câmon, feel that niiice stretchâ
His mocking only made your gummy walls squelch. Toji let out a breathy chuckled at how your body shamelessly responded to his cock.
âWhat a dirty doll. You can touch your toes so well but canât take my cock?â
The glass reflection was stained from the moisture of your breathes with the sputter of your slick and his cum splattering across the mirror. His balls smacked against your pussylips with every thrust, his hands gripped tightly onto your thighs locking you in place, his lips grazing your neckâ
âGood,Goodâfinally taking me so well. Such a good listenerâ
Toji had let go one of your thighs, letting you once again having to balance on one leg, but with the other he held it up even higherâ like a ballerina doing an attitude pose. The position had your upper body pressed against the cold mirror with his girth hitting your gummy walls in different directions. His cock was getting squeezed by your flesh, even covered by your burning slick.
âF-UhckâToji, Toji, Toji!â
Your throat was choking on his name, feeling your body being stretched and folded like dough. You could feel his free hand wrap around your waist, supporting you even more, his palm pressed against your lower belly.
He had a smug expression as he felt himself expand your womb, his fingers pressing down the bulge in a teasing manner. Tojiâs dark eyes lock onto your face, watching as it crumbled with pleasure just from him. It was a beautiful sight that only fueled him even more.
âBeen wanting tâfill this pussy sinceâshitâ I saw you stretch,â Tojiâs hips jerk forward, âNow, Ima stretch you out, doll. Youâre mine.â
His thumbed made its way back to your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in circles and circles, slipping as your slick covered the tip. The added sensation made your pussy tighten up around his cock, refusing to let go.
Your moans continued to get choked up with every thrusts from his hips, âJiâ hahâ Iâm closeâŠ! Wanna cum, together!â
Hearing your slurred words, Tojiâs balls tightened ready to be drained. He finally let go of your other thigh, both hands holding your hips. Your body arched against the cold surface, your ass jiggling from the smacks of his hips.
âYâgonna take every drop of me? Donât want any drop wastedâ
Your eyes flutter shut, globs of tears streaming down from the overwhelming sensation of Tojiâs girth expanding your womb with its seed. Your forehead rested against the mirror, holding you together before you crumble down to the floor. Your pussy squelched as you tried to hold in every last drop of his cum.
Tojiâs thumbs tenderly rub circles on your ass, every once in a while giving a little smack to keep you focused on him. He moved his hips slightly, his cock already hardening inside of you, âThese damn Pilates classes really got my stamina, I could go at it for hours.â
You could barely understand him, but with the rock of his hips, you knew he wanted more. Despite feeling like jelly, your hips grinded against his own as an acceptance.
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ââIâm going to need these documents by the end of the week, make sure to call Mr. Mishima for his appointment tomorrow morning,â Hiromiâs fingers twirled around his pen as he gave out the instructions for that morning. You were his reliable assistant, one of the few people in the firm that worked very closely to Hiromi.
âYes, Iâll get those done as soon as possible.â
Hiromi nods, he reached out his hand to grab a post-it note, the fabric of his suit slightly straining against his sculpted forearms. The pen glided through the paper, each stroke only pulsated the veins located on his hands. Hiromiâs eyes glanced back at your form as you left his office, his grip tightened on the pen as he noticed your skirt.
It was modest enough to be seen as professional from a glance, but with every movement of your smooth thighs, the fabric hiked upwards creating a tantalizing view. Your outfits always caught Hiromiâs eyes: beautiful blouses that fit perfectly around your cleavage, stockings that clung tightly against your thighs, heels that made you look more ravishing.
He wanted nothing more but to be on his knees in front of your formâ perched on his leather chair with your legs crossed, dangling your lovely heels in front of him. He imagined himself running his warm hands on your smooth claves up to your creamy thighs. The fabric of the stockings creating an addicting friction that furthered the tension. Hiromiâs tired eyes would look at yours, begging for more, begging to just have a little tasteâ
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 didnât know how long he can handle your presence before doing something so reckless. Hiromiâs 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.
âHere, Higuruma. The documents you requested and Mr Mishima thanked you for the reminder.â
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 Hiromiâs 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, âAh, Did you get your nails done recently?â
Your eyes slightly widen at the sudden comment of your nails, but you give a smile with a flex of your new set, âYes, I just got them done! Decided on a new color on me, how do they look?â
His eyes traveled around your fingers, the nimble limbs decorated by your new fresh acrylicsâhe could only imagine how those nails could dig into his wooden desk if he bent you over itââThe color suits youâŠâ
Your smile brightens even more, the color of your cheeks began to show, âGosh, thank you! Your the first to notice the changeâ
He gave a small huff of laughter, needing to shake away the desire he was suddenly feeling so early in the morning, âI have quite the eye for detail.â
âLike noticing your skirt is shorter from yesterdaysâŠâ
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 didnât 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 buttonâ 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 couldnât 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 footâ 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.
ââThank you for coming, Iâll make sure to look over the case thoroughly.â
The meeting was a disaster in Hiromiâs 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, âExcuse me, Higuruma?â
He quickly flattened the wrinkles on his coat, âyes?â
You squeeze yourself through the door, closing it from behind, âSorry, I think I forgot my phone here. Do you mind if I?ââ
âNo,noâŠnot at all, go ahead.â
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.
âI got it!â
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.
âO-oh. Congratulationsâ
A breathless chuckle escaped your lips at his awkward consolation; however, you didnât 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 distractionsâ
âHiguruma?â
Fuck.
His eyes look away from his document toward yours, he gave a polite nod for you to enter his office. He couldnât 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, âYes? Did something come up?â
You lightly shook your head, âI was just checking up on you, are you staying overtime again?â
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.
âYeah, I still have some things to finish up.â
Your cheeks softly puff up forming a slight pout, âBut you havenât taken a break yet, Higurumaâ
His heart thumped against his ribs as he saw that cute expression, he let out a breathy chuckle, âIâll be fine. You donât have to stay thoughââ
âI might do something stupid if you doâ
âI donât mind staying. I can help out even, so you donât have to stay so long.â
âYou really donât have toâ itâs getting dark, itâs best if you go homeââ
You waved your hand, your nails glistening through the dim light, âNo,Noâ I donât mind at all! Maybe you can get some good nightâs rest after this.â
Reluctantly, Hiromi agreed for you to stayâ 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 didnât 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 tightlyâ 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 untouchedâ 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.
âSomething the matter, Higuruma?â
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,
âAh⊠Iâm fine, fine. Did you need something?â
He couldnât help but cringe at his dumb question, though it couldnât 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 desireâ 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, âPerhapsâŠâ
He gulped down the anticipation that was building up in his throat, but his voice came out in a sort of husk, âwhat do you need?â
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,
âWhatâŠ.what do you needâŠ?â
You inch closer, rubbing your nose lightly on his, sharing your minty breath with his, âYou.â
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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.
âLet me taste you⊠please, let meâ I need itâ
Your eyes glance down at him, glimmering with mischief, âUndress me thenâ
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.
âFuck,â 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 youâspreading 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.
âYou taste so delicious⊠so fucking tastyâmm!â
He could tell you were close, your walls began to pulse with every lapâ you even gripped his hair tightly, nails slightly digging in.
âHiguâ-fuck! Yrâ so messy,â 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 didnât care to wipe away.
âLemme fuck you⊠please, let me put it inâSweetheart, Iâm aching for youâ
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.
âYes⊠Yes, HigurumaâPut it inâŠâ
âHiromi,â he quickly corrected, needing to break away from their professional barrier. He watched as the anticipation in your eyes deepened with the added closeness.
âHiromi. Cute nameâ
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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âHiromiâfuck! Hiromi!â
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.
âSo tightâ-Sweetheart, youâre killing meâ
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 assâ- 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.
âHiromiâweâll⊠weâll ruin the floor! Iâm dripping all overâŠâ
Hiromi couldnât care about the floor, he leaned forward to kiss the back of your neck, âStop thinking about the floor. Focus on me, doll.â
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.
âI-I am focused on you! Fuck, Hiromi!â
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.
âH-Hiromi! Hiroâguh! Fuck, fuck, fuck!â
You pushed your hips toward his own, with his final thrusts came to action. Hiromiâs 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, âSweetheartâŠ.mm, you were so good for meâ
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.
Your flutter shutâ brain was already melted, but your body continued its dance with him.
ââIâm going to need these documents by the end of the week, make sure to call Mr. Mishima for his appointment tomorrow morning,â Hiromiâs fingers twirled around his pen as he gave out the instructions for that morning. You were his reliable assistant, one of the few people in the firm that worked very closely to Hiromi.
âYes, Iâll get those done as soon as possible.â
Hiromi nods, he reached out his hand to grab a post-it note, the fabric of his suit slightly straining against his sculpted forearms. The pen glided through the paper, each stroke only pulsated the veins located on his hands. Hiromiâs eyes glanced back at your form as you left his office, his grip tightened on the pen as he noticed your skirt.
It was modest enough to be seen as professional from a glance, but with every movement of your smooth thighs, the fabric hiked upwards creating a tantalizing view. Your outfits always caught Hiromiâs eyes: beautiful blouses that fit perfectly around your cleavage, stockings that clung tightly against your thighs, heels that made you look more ravishing.
He wanted nothing more but to be on his knees in front of your formâ perched on his leather chair with your legs crossed, dangling your lovely heels in front of him. He imagined himself running his warm hands on your smooth claves up to your creamy thighs. The fabric of the stockings creating an addicting friction that furthered the tension. Hiromiâs tired eyes would look at yours, begging for more, begging to just have a little tasteâ
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 didnât know how long he can handle your presence before doing something so reckless. Hiromiâs 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.
âHere, Higuruma. The documents you requested and Mr Mishima thanked you for the reminder.â
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 Hiromiâs 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, âAh, Did you get your nails done recently?â
Your eyes slightly widen at the sudden comment of your nails, but you give a smile with a flex of your new set, âYes, I just got them done! Decided on a new color on me, how do they look?â
His eyes traveled around your fingers, the nimble limbs decorated by your new fresh acrylicsâhe could only imagine how those nails could dig into his wooden desk if he bent you over itââThe color suits youâŠâ
Your smile brightens even more, the color of your cheeks began to show, âGosh, thank you! Your the first to notice the changeâ
He gave a small huff of laughter, needing to shake away the desire he was suddenly feeling so early in the morning, âI have quite the eye for detail.â
âLike noticing your skirt is shorter from yesterdaysâŠâ
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 didnât 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 buttonâ 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 couldnât 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 footâ 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.
ââThank you for coming, Iâll make sure to look over the case thoroughly.â
The meeting was a disaster in Hiromiâs 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, âExcuse me, Higuruma?â
He quickly flattened the wrinkles on his coat, âyes?â
You squeeze yourself through the door, closing it from behind, âSorry, I think I forgot my phone here. Do you mind if I?ââ
âNo,noâŠnot at all, go ahead.â
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.
âI got it!â
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.
âO-oh. Congratulationsâ
A breathless chuckle escaped your lips at his awkward consolation; however, you didnât 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 distractionsâ
âHiguruma?â
Fuck.
His eyes look away from his document toward yours, he gave a polite nod for you to enter his office. He couldnât 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, âYes? Did something come up?â
You lightly shook your head, âI was just checking up on you, are you staying overtime again?â
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.
âYeah, I still have some things to finish up.â
Your cheeks softly puff up forming a slight pout, âBut you havenât taken a break yet, Higurumaâ
His heart thumped against his ribs as he saw that cute expression, he let out a breathy chuckle, âIâll be fine. You donât have to stay thoughââ
âI might do something stupid if you doâ
âI donât mind staying. I can help out even, so you donât have to stay so long.â
âYou really donât have toâ itâs getting dark, itâs best if you go homeââ
You waved your hand, your nails glistening through the dim light, âNo,Noâ I donât mind at all! Maybe you can get some good nightâs rest after this.â
Reluctantly, Hiromi agreed for you to stayâ 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 didnât 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 tightlyâ 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 untouchedâ 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.
âSomething the matter, Higuruma?â
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,
âAh⊠Iâm fine, fine. Did you need something?â
He couldnât help but cringe at his dumb question, though it couldnât 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 desireâ 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, âPerhapsâŠâ
He gulped down the anticipation that was building up in his throat, but his voice came out in a sort of husk, âwhat do you need?â
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,
âWhatâŠ.what do you needâŠ?â
You inch closer, rubbing your nose lightly on his, sharing your minty breath with his, âYou.â
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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.
âLet me taste you⊠please, let meâ I need itâ
Your eyes glance down at him, glimmering with mischief, âUndress me thenâ
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.
âFuck,â 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 youâspreading 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.
âYou taste so delicious⊠so fucking tastyâmm!â
He could tell you were close, your walls began to pulse with every lapâ you even gripped his hair tightly, nails slightly digging in.
âHiguâ-fuck! Yrâ so messy,â 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 didnât care to wipe away.
âLemme fuck you⊠please, let me put it inâSweetheart, Iâm aching for youâ
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.
âYes⊠Yes, HigurumaâPut it inâŠâ
âHiromi,â he quickly corrected, needing to break away from their professional barrier. He watched as the anticipation in your eyes deepened with the added closeness.
âHiromi. Cute nameâ
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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âHiromiâfuck! Hiromi!â
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.
âSo tightâ-Sweetheart, youâre killing meâ
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 assâ- 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.
âHiromiâweâll⊠weâll ruin the floor! Iâm dripping all overâŠâ
Hiromi couldnât care about the floor, he leaned forward to kiss the back of your neck, âStop thinking about the floor. Focus on me, doll.â
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.
âI-I am focused on you! Fuck, Hiromi!â
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.
âH-Hiromi! Hiroâguh! Fuck, fuck, fuck!â
You pushed your hips toward his own, with his final thrusts came to action. Hiromiâs 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, âSweetheartâŠ.mm, you were so good for meâ
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.
Your flutter shutâ brain was already melted, but your body continued its dance with him.
Synopsis: A quiet love that branches from the rotten tree of the Zenin clan. Toji, the elephant of the clan, and his servant; become meaningless together.
âSuch a disappointment, Isnt it? Born to such greatness but canât be much help to our clan,â 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 didnât 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 Zeninâs 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 didnât 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 eyeâwhich would be a different tale if it was any other member. However, Toji didnât 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 couldnât be apart of the Zenin clan martial arts training; not that he wanted to join the clan but he wanted more training.
âDonât bother trying, you can never stand beside the other membersâ
The clan member stood in front of Toji, the manâs face inches away from Tojiâs, his body coiled with anger.
âOr do you look down at us? Keeping your chin high, but canât even make the cut to be apart of it.â
He jabbed his finger into one of Tojiâs 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.
âWhy waste time on such a disgrace.â
The man slammed the paper door shut as he stepped out of the room. Tojiâs shoulders dropped, the tension rolling off his body; the manâs 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,
âGet me some tea. Two cups.â
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 donât 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.
âStay. Have some tea with me, the extra cup is for you anyway.â
His fingers absentmindedly gestured to the second cup, expecting you to sit beside him,
âThank youâŠâ
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,
âDid I warm the tea correctly? I put a little extra sugar as well,â
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,
âIts alright. Tastes the same,â
You give him an annoyed glance, a small huff escaping your lips,
âJerk.â
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,
âSaw this while getting my pack,â
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
âWow..! Look at that VeraWang dress!â
Toji pretends to be focused on the dress that the model was posing in, but he could only focus on your excited expression,
âLooks beautiful, youâd look more beautiful in it though,â
You shyly giggle, cowering your face into the magazine, âas if! I couldnât even afford these dresses!â
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 wasnât a Zenin, and if you werenât a servant; youâd 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 Tojiâs 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.
âI canât ruin youâŠ. Canât hurt you, doll,â he gently pulled away leaving your pretty lips swollen, his thumbs caressing your hips, âbut you make me wanna ruin every part of youâŠâ
âPlease⊠I want you so bad,â 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.
âYrâ so soft, dollâ
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.
âT-TojiâŠI need you,â
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.
âmâalmost there baby⊠be patient,â
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 âpleaseâs. 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. Tojiâs lips continued to mark your neck, his teeth grazing the skin that left goosebumps at their wake.
âToji⊠put itâŠâ
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.
âSo fucking tight⊠youâve been cravin me for so long havenât you?â
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,
âT-TojiâŠ! Y-Your so bigâŠ!â
Toji gave a breathy chuckle, âI can see that, baby⊠look how yrâ tummy bulges⊠so fucking hotâŠâ
Your bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, Tojiâs 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.
âFuuckâŠ. Yer too perfectâŠ. Iâm gonna own this pussyâŠ. Sheâs gonna be mineâŠâ
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.
âFeel me?â
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. Tojiâs rough lips kissed the corners of your eyes, then gently on your lips.
âYou did so good⊠so good faâmeâ
Your arm weakly lifted itself to draw it over his back, âI love youâŠâ
His body froze, his heart almost dropped with those whispers that had spilled over your lips, but he still replied back,
âI love you tooâŠâ
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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 couldnât 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 happenâ 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,
âYâknow, 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,â
His voice was low, his hand gently ran up your shoulders,
âDoesnât an elephant remember everything? Every bad thing done to it and what not. What drives a big animal to just⊠give up?â
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.
âThe elephant will move soon. Itâll get away from the poking, itâll blow its trunk loud and clear,â
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,
âPlease, Toji⊠promise youâll only love meâŠâ
âI promiseâ
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It was now winter, the snow covering the past of the two of you, leaving no traces of it. You didnât 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 youâll 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,
âHere, you got a letter.â
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.
âAs I saw the elephant move and as I watched it blare its trunk; we walked for a short while before the elephant continued on without me. I havenât loved anyone as much as I loved you. You should come to Manzhouli, weâll find the elephant once again.â
Synopsis: A quiet love that branches from the rotten tree of the Zenin clan. Toji, the elephant of the clan, and his servant; become meaningless together.
âSuch a disappointment, Isnt it? Born to such greatness but canât be much help to our clan,â 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 didnât 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 Zeninâs 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 didnât 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 eyeâwhich would be a different tale if it was any other member. However, Toji didnât 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 couldnât be apart of the Zenin clan martial arts training; not that he wanted to join the clan but he wanted more training.
âDonât bother trying, you can never stand beside the other membersâ
The clan member stood in front of Toji, the manâs face inches away from Tojiâs, his body coiled with anger.
âOr do you look down at us? Keeping your chin high, but canât even make the cut to be apart of it.â
He jabbed his finger into one of Tojiâs 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.
âWhy waste time on such a disgrace.â
The man slammed the paper door shut as he stepped out of the room. Tojiâs shoulders dropped, the tension rolling off his body; the manâs 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,
âGet me some tea. Two cups.â
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 donât 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.
âStay. Have some tea with me, the extra cup is for you anyway.â
His fingers absentmindedly gestured to the second cup, expecting you to sit beside him,
âThank youâŠâ
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,
âDid I warm the tea correctly? I put a little extra sugar as well,â
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,
âIts alright. Tastes the same,â
You give him an annoyed glance, a small huff escaping your lips,
âJerk.â
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,
âSaw this while getting my pack,â
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
âWow..! Look at that VeraWang dress!â
Toji pretends to be focused on the dress that the model was posing in, but he could only focus on your excited expression,
âLooks beautiful, youâd look more beautiful in it though,â
You shyly giggle, cowering your face into the magazine, âas if! I couldnât even afford these dresses!â
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 wasnât a Zenin, and if you werenât a servant; youâd 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 Tojiâs 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.
âI canât ruin youâŠ. Canât hurt you, doll,â he gently pulled away leaving your pretty lips swollen, his thumbs caressing your hips, âbut you make me wanna ruin every part of youâŠâ
âPlease⊠I want you so bad,â 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.
âYrâ so soft, dollâ
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.
âT-TojiâŠI need you,â
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.
âmâalmost there baby⊠be patient,â
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 âpleaseâs. 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. Tojiâs lips continued to mark your neck, his teeth grazing the skin that left goosebumps at their wake.
âToji⊠put itâŠâ
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.
âSo fucking tight⊠youâve been cravin me for so long havenât you?â
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,
âT-TojiâŠ! Y-Your so bigâŠ!â
Toji gave a breathy chuckle, âI can see that, baby⊠look how yrâ tummy bulges⊠so fucking hotâŠâ
Your bodies were covered in a thin layer of sweat, Tojiâs 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.
âFuuckâŠ. Yer too perfectâŠ. Iâm gonna own this pussyâŠ. Sheâs gonna be mineâŠâ
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.
âFeel me?â
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. Tojiâs rough lips kissed the corners of your eyes, then gently on your lips.
âYou did so good⊠so good faâmeâ
Your arm weakly lifted itself to draw it over his back, âI love youâŠâ
His body froze, his heart almost dropped with those whispers that had spilled over your lips, but he still replied back,
âI love you tooâŠâ
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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 couldnât 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 happenâ 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,
âYâknow, 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,â
His voice was low, his hand gently ran up your shoulders,
âDoesnât an elephant remember everything? Every bad thing done to it and what not. What drives a big animal to just⊠give up?â
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.
âThe elephant will move soon. Itâll get away from the poking, itâll blow its trunk loud and clear,â
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,
âPlease, Toji⊠promise youâll only love meâŠâ
âI promiseâ
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It was now winter, the snow covering the past of the two of you, leaving no traces of it. You didnât 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 youâll 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,
âHere, you got a letter.â
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.
âAs I saw the elephant move and as I watched it blare its trunk; we walked for a short while before the elephant continued on without me. I havenât loved anyone as much as I loved you. You should come to Manzhouli, weâll find the elephant once again.â
Synopsis: Tojiâs been sleeping with a married woman, even telling his friend about their forbidden love; unbeknownst to his best friend, itâs his wife.
A/N: inspired by one of my favorite Adventura songsâ Ella y yo. Iâm writing this before I have a massive examâŠand in between writing two other ficsâ enjoy!
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 feetâ 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 Shiuâs, 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,
âYâknow, I think I found someone I like,â Toji tipped the half empty beer, watching as the liquid edged the rim before taking another swig. Shiuâs eyes widen, he almost spat back the sip of beer that he was holding within his lips,
âReally? Whoâs the lucky lady?â
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,
âSheâs⊠never mind⊠itâs just fantasy,â Toji squashed those memories with the bubbling liquid going down his throat. Shiu didnât take that lightly, he took another swig of his drink, pointing the glass toward Toji in a accusatory manner,
âOh câmon, tell me! Iâve never seen you so shy about a womanâ câmon, whatâs holding ya back?â
Toji touched the back of his neck in a nervous manner, âwell⊠sheâs not a single woman⊠sheâs with some guy, married.â
Shiu raised an eyebrow, but his lips curled into a smirk, âohhh⊠didnât think youâd be the homewrecker⊠actually who am I kidding,â Shiu chuckled, his finger touching the edges of the rim, âwell, donât let that stop you; you practically have her already. The ring doesnât chain her heart.â
Toji let out a small huff, one that could be played off for laughter, but he felt guilty for sleeping with you, âDonât go sayinâ that, I donât wanna leave the guy brokenheartedâ
That made Shiu cackle, âHa! Since when did you care about that! Man⊠something about her is making you too soft. Câmon man, donât be an idiot, fight for love!â
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âfuuuck⊠yrâ so tight! Were you waitinâ fer this? Thinking about this dick while with him, huh?â
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,
âMmmâyeah! I was waiting for youâŠ!â
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, Tojiâs rough lips working on yoursâ you shouldâve 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.
âSuch a sweet thing, sucking me in so good,â 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 Shiuâs 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,
âSheâs fuckinâ made frâ me, taking me deep in⊠she just needed a real man, huh?â
He could practically feel your pussy vibrate, purring at his filthy words; he wondered if Shiu ever saw this expression of yours. You couldnât 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 Tojiâs hips ramming into yours, his body locked upâ 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. Tojiâs 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 couldnât tell if Shiu could see the hickey on his neck, could he tell they were from your lips? Toji couldnât 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 itâ
âSo, what happened with your secret lady?â
Shiuâs voice quickly chilled Tojiâs body, it caused him to grip on his drink tighter. Turning his head away from Shiu, he leaned into his chair deeper,
âI told you to drop it, Iâm not gonna do shit with her,â 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 couldnât just get rid of that sweet taste from his lips.
âCâmon, youâre getting old, might as well settle down.â
âYa dont know who could get hurt by all this.â
That intrigued Shiu, âSince when did you ever care about that? I say, just take whatâs already yours.â
The comment only fueled the frustration that was brewing in Tojiâs 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 couldnât betray the man who had been there for him, his best friend. Even with that, the truth kept etching itself up his throat.
âOh yeah? Cuz Iâve been ramming my cock inside your wife,â 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 Shiuâs shock face. He watched as his eyes fell onto his ring, widening even more as if his finger fell off,
âMy wife?â
âWell, I dunno if sheâs yours anymore. Like ya said, her heart is not chained by the ring.â
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Synopsis: Tojiâs been sleeping with a married woman, even telling his friend about their forbidden love; unbeknownst to his best friend, itâs his wife.
A/N: inspired by one of my favorite Adventura songsâ Ella y yo. Iâm writing this before I have a massive examâŠand in between writing two other ficsâ enjoy!
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 feetâ 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 Shiuâs, 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,
âYâknow, I think I found someone I like,â Toji tipped the half empty beer, watching as the liquid edged the rim before taking another swig. Shiuâs eyes widen, he almost spat back the sip of beer that he was holding within his lips,
âReally? Whoâs the lucky lady?â
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,
âSheâs⊠never mind⊠itâs just fantasy,â Toji squashed those memories with the bubbling liquid going down his throat. Shiu didnât take that lightly, he took another swig of his drink, pointing the glass toward Toji in a accusatory manner,
âOh câmon, tell me! Iâve never seen you so shy about a womanâ câmon, whatâs holding ya back?â
Toji touched the back of his neck in a nervous manner, âwell⊠sheâs not a single woman⊠sheâs with some guy, married.â
Shiu raised an eyebrow, but his lips curled into a smirk, âohhh⊠didnât think youâd be the homewrecker⊠actually who am I kidding,â Shiu chuckled, his finger touching the edges of the rim, âwell, donât let that stop you; you practically have her already. The ring doesnât chain her heart.â
Toji let out a small huff, one that could be played off for laughter, but he felt guilty for sleeping with you, âDonât go sayinâ that, I donât wanna leave the guy brokenheartedâ
That made Shiu cackle, âHa! Since when did you care about that! Man⊠something about her is making you too soft. Câmon man, donât be an idiot, fight for love!â
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âfuuuck⊠yrâ so tight! Were you waitinâ fer this? Thinking about this dick while with him, huh?â
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,
âMmmâyeah! I was waiting for youâŠ!â
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, Tojiâs rough lips working on yoursâ you shouldâve 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.
âSuch a sweet thing, sucking me in so good,â 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 Shiuâs 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,
âSheâs fuckinâ made frâ me, taking me deep in⊠she just needed a real man, huh?â
He could practically feel your pussy vibrate, purring at his filthy words; he wondered if Shiu ever saw this expression of yours. You couldnât 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 Tojiâs hips ramming into yours, his body locked upâ 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. Tojiâs 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 couldnât tell if Shiu could see the hickey on his neck, could he tell they were from your lips? Toji couldnât 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 itâ
âSo, what happened with your secret lady?â
Shiuâs voice quickly chilled Tojiâs body, it caused him to grip on his drink tighter. Turning his head away from Shiu, he leaned into his chair deeper,
âI told you to drop it, Iâm not gonna do shit with her,â 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 couldnât just get rid of that sweet taste from his lips.
âCâmon, youâre getting old, might as well settle down.â
âYa dont know who could get hurt by all this.â
That intrigued Shiu, âSince when did you ever care about that? I say, just take whatâs already yours.â
The comment only fueled the frustration that was brewing in Tojiâs 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 couldnât betray the man who had been there for him, his best friend. Even with that, the truth kept etching itself up his throat.
âOh yeah? Cuz Iâve been ramming my cock inside your wife,â 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 Shiuâs shock face. He watched as his eyes fell onto his ring, widening even more as if his finger fell off,
âMy wife?â
âWell, I dunno if sheâs yours anymore. Like ya said, her heart is not chained by the ring.â
Synopsis: Choso is a loser who has resigned himself on being a chud; furthermore, when his upstair neighbors were having loud sex, he decided to distract himself with a camgirl website. Thatâs where he finds the love of his life.
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 couldnât 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 usersâ 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: itâs so annoying⊠theyâve been going at it for hours!!! ăàČ çàČ )ăćœĄâ»ââ» HOW do I deal with this?!
Some users suggested using noise canceling headphones, even podcasts that went along with the advice, but still it wasnât enough for him. He kept scrolling through the messages until he saw a particular comment.
@J3lk_Mast33r: Maybe you need some special entertainment d( > _ă» ) Hereâs a site that will help ya,man! â>
Choso was a bit hesitant to click on the link, he didnât need some porn to make his day better; he needed to distract himself from his horny neighbors. Though, he couldnât 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.
âWelcome,
You have entered into a world of comfort and pleasure. Our websiteâs 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 âacceptâ to see our ladies!â
What a scam, was his initial thought of the site, but he still clicked âacceptâ. 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 youâ 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.
âUncover me now~â
Words etched under the image teasing Choso to click on the âchatâ button. His finger hovering over his mouse key, contemplating whether to bite the bullet, but one more glance at curves of your bodyâhe pressed down, beginning his chat. (Well, shortly after purchasing 30 minutes worth of your time)
âThank you! She will be with you shortly!â
Within those moments, Choso quickly made sure that he looked presentableâ cleaning his desk area, fixing his hair, wiping off the crumbs off his shirt. It still didnât 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.
âOops⊠sorry about that,â you shifted the camera upward to finally show your beautiful face, âShall we get the night started?â
âuh-Iâve never done this before⊠How does this work?â 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, âItâs okay, Iâm here to keep you entertained, to play out any wild desires you have,â 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,âLetâs start out slow thenâ
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, toyâs laid beside you ready to play out anything heâd 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 braâthe 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.
âYou like that?â
Chosoâs mouth went dry as you finally addressed him, âY-Yeah,â his voice quivering as he continued to map out his hard cock through his boxers.
âHmmâŠI donât knowâŠ. Maybe I should try harder to make you love it, right?â
You push aside your laced panties, rubbing the vibrator against your wet foldsâ 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 didnât do anything to stop it.
âMmmâŠ.I-Iâm soo wet⊠tightâfor you,â the toy goes deeper into your cunt, the gummy walls clenching tightly onto the vibrations. Chosoâs 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 cumâ yet his fist were clenched to his side.
âCan youâŠ.put another toy insideâŠ?â 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, âFinally giving ordersâŠ?â 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 Chosoâs enjoyment.
âL-LookâŠI-Iâm such a mess for youuâŠ. yer so f-filthyyy..!â 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.
âFuuuck⊠I-Iâm so dirty⊠Iâm so disgustingâŠâ 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.
âMmm⊠sho disgusting⊠sucha pervertâŠ.â 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.
âAww, yrâ close?âŠ.What a perv, ready to cum all over his screen?â 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.
âFuuuckkâŠ.Iâmm gonna cummmâŠ. So close! Cu-CummingâŠ!!â
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. Chosoâs 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.
âWe 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 <3â
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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 siteâcreating 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, heâs been spending hours looking at your content; absorbing the many ways you fucked yourself dumb. He couldnât get enough of it, to the point that he had spent a large chunk of money getting exclusive content from you.
âGo-God⊠I.. I canât get enoughâŠ!â 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.
âFu-uhhck! So sexyâŠ.!â 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 skinâ yet he didnât 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 Chosoâs 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 itâs 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 wouldnât 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 heâs 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 youâve 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 wallsâ he needed it to be almost exact of what he imagined your pussy felt. Choso was so absorbed by his search that he didnât 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.
âI didnât know I made you feel so desperate,â you glance at the silicone cunt in his hands, you couldnât help but back him into the shelves, âWere you going to use that for our next call? You were going to dirty that while I entertain you?â
He couldnât even speak, he could only grip onto the toy as his body coward by the smoothness of your voice, âMaybe..,â Choso couldnât even defend himself against your gaze.
Your fingers trailed over his chest, the heat seeping through the fabric of his shirt, âYâknow, Iâm right here right nowâŠ. Why not try the real thing?â
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Getting to Chosoâs 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 couldnât help but lean your face closer, âYrâ worse than a dog in heatâ
His body shivered at the implication, but he continued to grind himself onto your knee, his eyes couldnât meet your intense gaze, âY-Yeah⊠I amâŠâ
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,
âmaybe we should try the silicon pussy, I wanna see how long you can handle that before you try me,â the words almost coming out in a sort of enchanting whisper that sent sparks down Chosoâs already hard cock. Your hand palmed against the straining fabric of his jeans, you could hear the cries of his girth wanting your touchâ 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 Chosoâs body; additionally, it didnât 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.
His head snapped back, the tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. Choso couldnât 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 nippleâ 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 didnât know for how long he could hold on,
âMâgonna cuum! G-Go harder!â
Chosoâs 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 backâ he could even hear his heart thumping against his ears. Yet, he turned his head toward you, his voice coming out in a croak,
âIâŠ. I wanna feel youâŠâ
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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 Chosoâs mattress that were barely holding together; lastly, the rhythmic smacks of your hips pushing down onto Chosoâs 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.
âFuckâŠ! You feel sooo goodâŠ.so fucking good!â
You couldnât 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,
âYes!! Youâre so goodâŠ!â
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.
âFeelssooo goodâŠ. So tightâŠ.so fucking warm,â 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 didnât 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.
âGoâGo harder! Fuck me harder!â
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 itâ your cunt was just salivating for him. Hearing your pleas, Chosoâs 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. Chosoâs 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 didnât 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.
âFuckâŠ. Iâm gonna cumâŠ! Let me cum insideâŠ. PleaseâŠ. Please!â
Chosoâs whines made your cunt tighten, you bobbed your head into a nod as you couldnât 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. Chosoâs 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, cumâ 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.
Synopsis: Choso is a loser who has resigned himself on being a chud; furthermore, when his upstair neighbors were having loud sex, he decided to distract himself with a camgirl website. Thatâs where he finds the love of his life.
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 couldnât 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 usersâ 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: itâs so annoying⊠theyâve been going at it for hours!!! ăàČ çàČ )ăćœĄâ»ââ» HOW do I deal with this?!
Some users suggested using noise canceling headphones, even podcasts that went along with the advice, but still it wasnât enough for him. He kept scrolling through the messages until he saw a particular comment.
@J3lk_Mast33r: Maybe you need some special entertainment d( > _ă» ) Hereâs a site that will help ya,man! â>
Choso was a bit hesitant to click on the link, he didnât need some porn to make his day better; he needed to distract himself from his horny neighbors. Though, he couldnât 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.
âWelcome,
You have entered into a world of comfort and pleasure. Our websiteâs 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 âacceptâ to see our ladies!â
What a scam, was his initial thought of the site, but he still clicked âacceptâ. 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 youâ 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.
âUncover me now~â
Words etched under the image teasing Choso to click on the âchatâ button. His finger hovering over his mouse key, contemplating whether to bite the bullet, but one more glance at curves of your bodyâhe pressed down, beginning his chat. (Well, shortly after purchasing 30 minutes worth of your time)
âThank you! She will be with you shortly!â
Within those moments, Choso quickly made sure that he looked presentableâ cleaning his desk area, fixing his hair, wiping off the crumbs off his shirt. It still didnât 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.
âOops⊠sorry about that,â you shifted the camera upward to finally show your beautiful face, âShall we get the night started?â
âuh-Iâve never done this before⊠How does this work?â 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, âItâs okay, Iâm here to keep you entertained, to play out any wild desires you have,â 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,âLetâs start out slow thenâ
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, toyâs laid beside you ready to play out anything heâd 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 braâthe 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.
âYou like that?â
Chosoâs mouth went dry as you finally addressed him, âY-Yeah,â his voice quivering as he continued to map out his hard cock through his boxers.
âHmmâŠI donât knowâŠ. Maybe I should try harder to make you love it, right?â
You push aside your laced panties, rubbing the vibrator against your wet foldsâ 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 didnât do anything to stop it.
âMmmâŠ.I-Iâm soo wet⊠tightâfor you,â the toy goes deeper into your cunt, the gummy walls clenching tightly onto the vibrations. Chosoâs 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 cumâ yet his fist were clenched to his side.
âCan youâŠ.put another toy insideâŠ?â 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, âFinally giving ordersâŠ?â 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 Chosoâs enjoyment.
âL-LookâŠI-Iâm such a mess for youuâŠ. yer so f-filthyyy..!â 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.
âFuuuck⊠I-Iâm so dirty⊠Iâm so disgustingâŠâ 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.
âMmm⊠sho disgusting⊠sucha pervertâŠ.â 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.
âAww, yrâ close?âŠ.What a perv, ready to cum all over his screen?â 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.
âFuuuckkâŠ.Iâmm gonna cummmâŠ. So close! Cu-CummingâŠ!!â
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. Chosoâs 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.
âWe 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 <3â
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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 siteâcreating 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, heâs been spending hours looking at your content; absorbing the many ways you fucked yourself dumb. He couldnât get enough of it, to the point that he had spent a large chunk of money getting exclusive content from you.
âGo-God⊠I.. I canât get enoughâŠ!â 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.
âFu-uhhck! So sexyâŠ.!â 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 skinâ yet he didnât 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 Chosoâs 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 itâs 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 wouldnât 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 heâs 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 youâve 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 wallsâ he needed it to be almost exact of what he imagined your pussy felt. Choso was so absorbed by his search that he didnât 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.
âI didnât know I made you feel so desperate,â you glance at the silicone cunt in his hands, you couldnât help but back him into the shelves, âWere you going to use that for our next call? You were going to dirty that while I entertain you?â
He couldnât even speak, he could only grip onto the toy as his body coward by the smoothness of your voice, âMaybe..,â Choso couldnât even defend himself against your gaze.
Your fingers trailed over his chest, the heat seeping through the fabric of his shirt, âYâknow, Iâm right here right nowâŠ. Why not try the real thing?â
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Getting to Chosoâs 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 couldnât help but lean your face closer, âYrâ worse than a dog in heatâ
His body shivered at the implication, but he continued to grind himself onto your knee, his eyes couldnât meet your intense gaze, âY-Yeah⊠I amâŠâ
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,
âmaybe we should try the silicon pussy, I wanna see how long you can handle that before you try me,â the words almost coming out in a sort of enchanting whisper that sent sparks down Chosoâs already hard cock. Your hand palmed against the straining fabric of his jeans, you could hear the cries of his girth wanting your touchâ 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 Chosoâs body; additionally, it didnât 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.
His head snapped back, the tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. Choso couldnât 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 nippleâ 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 didnât know for how long he could hold on,
âMâgonna cuum! G-Go harder!â
Chosoâs 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 backâ he could even hear his heart thumping against his ears. Yet, he turned his head toward you, his voice coming out in a croak,
âIâŠ. I wanna feel youâŠâ
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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 Chosoâs mattress that were barely holding together; lastly, the rhythmic smacks of your hips pushing down onto Chosoâs 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.
âFuckâŠ! You feel sooo goodâŠ.so fucking good!â
You couldnât 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,
âYes!! Youâre so goodâŠ!â
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.
âFeelssooo goodâŠ. So tightâŠ.so fucking warm,â 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 didnât 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.
âGoâGo harder! Fuck me harder!â
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 itâ your cunt was just salivating for him. Hearing your pleas, Chosoâs 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. Chosoâs 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 didnât 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.
âFuckâŠ. Iâm gonna cumâŠ! Let me cum insideâŠ. PleaseâŠ. Please!â
Chosoâs whines made your cunt tighten, you bobbed your head into a nod as you couldnât 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. Chosoâs 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, cumâ 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.
Synopsis: You and Higuruma find out that your spouses are cheating with each other. Out of curiosity, the two of you try to figure out how they couldâve fallen in love.
A/N: I was heavily inspired by my favorite movie, âIn the mood for loveâ directed by Wong Kar Wai, I wanted to make a fic abt it with Higuruma. I also made a Choso smut buttt ima re-write it.
Edit: a lot of Luis Miguel music also inspired this and some Shirley Kwan (a lot of Björk too)â also idk if I should post more fics cuz I got this one ideaâ
âWhere did you buy that handbag? Iâve been thinking of buying one for my wife,â higuruma took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke blowing across the table, the smell blending in with the wood that covered the diner walls. His tired eyes watched as you swirl the drink in your hand, how the expensive dress hung your figure, the way your hair was always in place. You were always such an elegant woman.
âDo you think your wife would like that? Having the same exact handbag as her neighbor?â Your eyes finally meeting his. You didnât know much about the man in front of youâ only that he lived next door with his wife. He was polite, giving a small smile whenever you bumped into him in the hallway of the complex. A warmth that was a stark contrast to your husband.
He let out a soft huff of laughter, âI know⊠Iâm not really good with this sort of thing. I wanted to ask since my wifeâs birthday is in a few days,â he dusted off the ashes of the cigarette into the tray, âPerhaps I can buy the bag in a different colorâ
âI would have to ask my husband, he bought it abroad. Itâs not sold hereâ
He lets out a frustrated sigh. Then, Hiromi puts out his cigarette, digging the bud into the tray, taking out another to light. You watch as he pulled out an intricately designed lighter, made with a rich wood with embedded gold around the edges,
âYou know, I have a question for youâŠWhere did you get that lighter?â
He softly smiled, holding the lighter out. His fingers trace along the carvings, âMy wife actually got this for me. She also got this abroad.â
âHow lovely⊠my husband has the same one⊠said that his boss got for him. Abroad.â
His body stiffens a bit, he sets the lighter flat on the table, âIsnt that interestingâŠActually, my wife has the same handbag as yours⊠she got it abroad.â
Your throat dries, your fingers stop caressing the side of the cupâyou thought you were the only one that knew. It became all too real, having to truly face that your husband was sleeping with another woman, with your neighborâs wife no less. The feeling slowly passes, your senses focusing onto the soft jazz playing in the diner, the smell of the cigarette coming from Hiromi. A sort of sweet comfort crept as well; at least, knowing that you werenât alone in this chaos.
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âMust we share the taxi together?â You complain to Hiromi as your shoulders brush against one another. You couldnât 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 couldnât help but stray, how could you let your husband stray away from you? Why couldnât 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.
âI donât want to be alone with my mind right now,â 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, âI wonder how they fell in love. What did we lack?â
You couldnât help but scoff, turning your sights out the city once more, âItâs no good to dwell on such details⊠Can you even call it love?â
Hiromi shrugs, leaning his elbow at the car window, âI wasnât that good of a husband⊠always worked⊠I wish I told my wife how beautiful she was,â 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 cheapâYou 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 Hiromiâs eyes longed to fix his marriage, it couldnât 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.
âWhy donât we figure it out? I mean, we should help each other to fix our marriages.â
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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.
âWhat does your husband usually say when he gets home?â
You fix up your posture, trying to recall the times your husband actually came home on time, âhe usually goes to sleep after work.â
Hiromi turns his body toward you, his hand extending to brush away some invisible dust from your cheek, âYou look lovely tonight,â his hand slowly runs through your jaw before retreating back, âhowâs that?â
Your body snapped up straight from his touch, it had been so long since someone had made an effort to complement you, âthatâŠ. That was good⊠What does your wife usually do for you?â
Hiromiâs 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 couldnât help but let out a soft huff, âMy wife usually is sowing up her dresses while sheâs watching television. Seeing her like that makes me want to scoop her up in my arms, but⊠I always held back.â
âThatâs very romantic. I never imagined a man like yourself would swoon at the simplest things,â even yourself let a smile creep up at his words, they were so sweet, âWell, Iâll get into position. Pretend youâre coming home from work.â
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 jumpedâthough you knew this was going to happenâ his nose nuzzled into the neck of your dress. You smelled luxurious, your skin was so soft as he dragged his nose upward.
âIâve missed you,â 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,
âIâm glad that youâre finally homeâŠhoney,â the words sound foreign against your mouth, but you couldnât 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.
âWe wonât be like them⊠weâll be different,â 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 shouldnât 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 stoveâ 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 kettleâ half expecting one of your husbands friends to grab a beer from the fridgeâ 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.
âWh-what are you doing here?â You try to politely inquire, setting out two tea cups.
âI was invited. To play.â
âAnd you agreed? What were you thinking?â The words coming out a bit hostile, but you put your foot down, âWhat if my husband finds out aboutâŠâ
ââAnd then what? The two of them are already cheating, even then, how would they even find out?â He shot back, feeling a bit frustrated being dragged to one of your husbandâs 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 couldnât help but stare at Hiromiâs 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 voiceâYou felt silly for having such juvenile feelings about a married man. But, Hiromiâs 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 Hiromiâs 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. Hiromiâs 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 wasnât 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.
âYâknow you can smoke inside the apartment? Everyone else decided to,â 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, âI prefer smoking alone.â
âoh really? You seemed fine smoking in front of me at the dinerâ
That comment made Hiromi smirk, âI guess I felt comfortable with you.â
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.
âMyâŠmy husband will go abroad soon,,â your voice interrupting the silence that had enveloped the two of you. Hiromi took the final drag of his cigarette before flicking it away,
âMy wife is also going abroad soonâŠâ
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You only had to wait a week until your husband had to go on his âbusinessâ trip. Once the day approached, you happily waved him goodbyeâ 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 wouldnât show. His worries were about to be resolved as he heard the clicks of your heels. This dark eyes finally found your form,
âYou⊠you look radiant,â he was in utter awe with your grace, the color of your dress complimenting your skin, the jewelry enhancing your beauty.
âThank you⊠you look⊠decent in your suitâ
Hiromi chuckled, ââDecentâ? You couldâve said handsome.â
Your face warmed up, you swatted his shoulder to save a bit of dignity, âJust get the cab.â
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 Hiromiâs 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.
âYâknow what Iâve always wanted to do? I wanted to dance with you,â Hiromi voice fills in the room, his longing melding with the words.
You softly chuckled, âwith me? Do you believe I can dance?â
Hiromi held onto his sincerity, âsince our moment, Iâve dreamt of holding you closer, staring into your beautiful eyes as long the world letâs usâŠIâll hold youâŠLet me guide you.â
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,
âYouâll guide me? You promise to hold me close?â
âI promise.â
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.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he softly murmured against your ear, his hands rubbing up and down your hips, then taking your hands once more to twirl you forward, âIâve dreamed of youâŠâ
Your breath hitched, âMe too⊠Iâve dreamed of this room⊠being with youâŠ.letting goâŠâ
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.
âI never thought youâd fall in love with me,â your words coming out in a hush tone, maybe too scared to be honest.
âNeither did Iâ
âI was only curious how it beganâŠ. But I know now⊠feelings creep upâŠâ
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 didnât 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.
âIâm transferring to a firm in Taiwan,â he hesitantly murmured, his eyes filled with sorrow.
âWhatâŠ?â
He sat himself beside you, letting you sit up, âIâm⊠Iâm moving to Taiwan,â he looks away from you, not wanting to see the hurt in your eyes.
âW-with your wifeâŠ?â
âNo⊠Iâve decided to split from her. Iâm only moving to Taiwan.â
âWhy so far? Why not a town over? Why leave the countryââ
âbecause I know youâd never leave your husband,â he finally looks at you, his eyes that could only speak of hurt, âI rather just go awayâŠâ
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.
âWhy couldnât you be satisfied with the parts I give you! Why canât you stay alone with me! Why-Why do you have to leave,,â you shove your finger to his chest in anger, the tears burning your eyes, âPlease donât leave me, HiromiâŠâ
âThen come with meâŠâ
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 foreverâ you wished to say yes. Deep down, he was right. You couldnât leave your husband, youâve forced yourself to be content with him. You couldnât 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 didnât 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 cheeksâ 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.
âPlease⊠please donât go so far⊠please I⊠I love you,â 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 didnât 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 wasnât 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 neckâ he just needed a few seconds of silence.
âHiguruma.â
Hiromi internally groaned, he didnât need any more paperwork right now, âyes?â
The young intern looked a bit awkward but continued, âsome lady was looking for you.â
âLady? What did she want?â
âShe was just pacing around the front area,â the young man motioned over to the front, âwhen I tried talking to her, she asked if you worked here.â
Hiromi quirked up an eyebrow, he hadnt worked with a recent female client, maybe it was some relative, âdid she give a name?â
The young man shook his head, making Hiromi ask another question, âwhat did she look like?â
âShe was sum rich lady, well looked rich. Nice hair, dressed in some designer summer collection, ton of jewelryâ she also wasnât from here.â
Hiromiâs face paled, his heart knew it was you, âshe just came in and leftâŠ?â
âWell, she took one of your business cards just before leaving.â
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,
âI think she left this,â he opened his palm in front of Hiromi revealing an engraved lighter, a wooden one that had a navy stain, âDamn, it looks like itta cost an arm and a legâ
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.
âAre you going to keep it?â The intern asked Hiromi, causing Hiromi to look up from the flame.
âYeah.â
The internâs chest softly rumbled in a light chuckle, âI thought you said you quit smokingâ
âI guess Iâm going to pick it right up,â 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.
Synopsis: You and Higuruma find out that your spouses are cheating with each other. Out of curiosity, the two of you try to figure out how they couldâve fallen in love.
A/N: I was heavily inspired by my favorite movie, âIn the mood for loveâ directed by Wong Kar Wai, I wanted to make a fic abt it with Higuruma. I also made a Choso smut buttt ima re-write it.
Edit: a lot of Luis Miguel music also inspired this and some Shirley Kwan (a lot of Björk too)â also idk if I should post more fics cuz I got this one ideaâ
âWhere did you buy that handbag? Iâve been thinking of buying one for my wife,â higuruma took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke blowing across the table, the smell blending in with the wood that covered the diner walls. His tired eyes watched as you swirl the drink in your hand, how the expensive dress hung your figure, the way your hair was always in place. You were always such an elegant woman.
âDo you think your wife would like that? Having the same exact handbag as her neighbor?â Your eyes finally meeting his. You didnât know much about the man in front of youâ only that he lived next door with his wife. He was polite, giving a small smile whenever you bumped into him in the hallway of the complex. A warmth that was a stark contrast to your husband.
He let out a soft huff of laughter, âI know⊠Iâm not really good with this sort of thing. I wanted to ask since my wifeâs birthday is in a few days,â he dusted off the ashes of the cigarette into the tray, âPerhaps I can buy the bag in a different colorâ
âI would have to ask my husband, he bought it abroad. Itâs not sold hereâ
He lets out a frustrated sigh. Then, Hiromi puts out his cigarette, digging the bud into the tray, taking out another to light. You watch as he pulled out an intricately designed lighter, made with a rich wood with embedded gold around the edges,
âYou know, I have a question for youâŠWhere did you get that lighter?â
He softly smiled, holding the lighter out. His fingers trace along the carvings, âMy wife actually got this for me. She also got this abroad.â
âHow lovely⊠my husband has the same one⊠said that his boss got for him. Abroad.â
His body stiffens a bit, he sets the lighter flat on the table, âIsnt that interestingâŠActually, my wife has the same handbag as yours⊠she got it abroad.â
Your throat dries, your fingers stop caressing the side of the cupâyou thought you were the only one that knew. It became all too real, having to truly face that your husband was sleeping with another woman, with your neighborâs wife no less. The feeling slowly passes, your senses focusing onto the soft jazz playing in the diner, the smell of the cigarette coming from Hiromi. A sort of sweet comfort crept as well; at least, knowing that you werenât alone in this chaos.
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âMust we share the taxi together?â You complain to Hiromi as your shoulders brush against one another. You couldnât 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 couldnât help but stray, how could you let your husband stray away from you? Why couldnât 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.
âI donât want to be alone with my mind right now,â 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, âI wonder how they fell in love. What did we lack?â
You couldnât help but scoff, turning your sights out the city once more, âItâs no good to dwell on such details⊠Can you even call it love?â
Hiromi shrugs, leaning his elbow at the car window, âI wasnât that good of a husband⊠always worked⊠I wish I told my wife how beautiful she was,â 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 cheapâYou 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 Hiromiâs eyes longed to fix his marriage, it couldnât 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.
âWhy donât we figure it out? I mean, we should help each other to fix our marriages.â
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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.
âWhat does your husband usually say when he gets home?â
You fix up your posture, trying to recall the times your husband actually came home on time, âhe usually goes to sleep after work.â
Hiromi turns his body toward you, his hand extending to brush away some invisible dust from your cheek, âYou look lovely tonight,â his hand slowly runs through your jaw before retreating back, âhowâs that?â
Your body snapped up straight from his touch, it had been so long since someone had made an effort to complement you, âthatâŠ. That was good⊠What does your wife usually do for you?â
Hiromiâs 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 couldnât help but let out a soft huff, âMy wife usually is sowing up her dresses while sheâs watching television. Seeing her like that makes me want to scoop her up in my arms, but⊠I always held back.â
âThatâs very romantic. I never imagined a man like yourself would swoon at the simplest things,â even yourself let a smile creep up at his words, they were so sweet, âWell, Iâll get into position. Pretend youâre coming home from work.â
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 jumpedâthough you knew this was going to happenâ his nose nuzzled into the neck of your dress. You smelled luxurious, your skin was so soft as he dragged his nose upward.
âIâve missed you,â 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,
âIâm glad that youâre finally homeâŠhoney,â the words sound foreign against your mouth, but you couldnât 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.
âWe wonât be like them⊠weâll be different,â 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 shouldnât 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 stoveâ 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 kettleâ half expecting one of your husbands friends to grab a beer from the fridgeâ 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.
âWh-what are you doing here?â You try to politely inquire, setting out two tea cups.
âI was invited. To play.â
âAnd you agreed? What were you thinking?â The words coming out a bit hostile, but you put your foot down, âWhat if my husband finds out aboutâŠâ
ââAnd then what? The two of them are already cheating, even then, how would they even find out?â He shot back, feeling a bit frustrated being dragged to one of your husbandâs 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 couldnât help but stare at Hiromiâs 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 voiceâYou felt silly for having such juvenile feelings about a married man. But, Hiromiâs 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 Hiromiâs 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. Hiromiâs 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 wasnât 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.
âYâknow you can smoke inside the apartment? Everyone else decided to,â 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, âI prefer smoking alone.â
âoh really? You seemed fine smoking in front of me at the dinerâ
That comment made Hiromi smirk, âI guess I felt comfortable with you.â
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.
âMyâŠmy husband will go abroad soon,,â your voice interrupting the silence that had enveloped the two of you. Hiromi took the final drag of his cigarette before flicking it away,
âMy wife is also going abroad soonâŠâ
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You only had to wait a week until your husband had to go on his âbusinessâ trip. Once the day approached, you happily waved him goodbyeâ 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 wouldnât show. His worries were about to be resolved as he heard the clicks of your heels. This dark eyes finally found your form,
âYou⊠you look radiant,â he was in utter awe with your grace, the color of your dress complimenting your skin, the jewelry enhancing your beauty.
âThank you⊠you look⊠decent in your suitâ
Hiromi chuckled, ââDecentâ? You couldâve said handsome.â
Your face warmed up, you swatted his shoulder to save a bit of dignity, âJust get the cab.â
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 Hiromiâs 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.
âYâknow what Iâve always wanted to do? I wanted to dance with you,â Hiromi voice fills in the room, his longing melding with the words.
You softly chuckled, âwith me? Do you believe I can dance?â
Hiromi held onto his sincerity, âsince our moment, Iâve dreamt of holding you closer, staring into your beautiful eyes as long the world letâs usâŠIâll hold youâŠLet me guide you.â
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,
âYouâll guide me? You promise to hold me close?â
âI promise.â
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.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he softly murmured against your ear, his hands rubbing up and down your hips, then taking your hands once more to twirl you forward, âIâve dreamed of youâŠâ
Your breath hitched, âMe too⊠Iâve dreamed of this room⊠being with youâŠ.letting goâŠâ
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.
âI never thought youâd fall in love with me,â your words coming out in a hush tone, maybe too scared to be honest.
âNeither did Iâ
âI was only curious how it beganâŠ. But I know now⊠feelings creep upâŠâ
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 didnât 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.
âIâm transferring to a firm in Taiwan,â he hesitantly murmured, his eyes filled with sorrow.
âWhatâŠ?â
He sat himself beside you, letting you sit up, âIâm⊠Iâm moving to Taiwan,â he looks away from you, not wanting to see the hurt in your eyes.
âW-with your wifeâŠ?â
âNo⊠Iâve decided to split from her. Iâm only moving to Taiwan.â
âWhy so far? Why not a town over? Why leave the countryââ
âbecause I know youâd never leave your husband,â he finally looks at you, his eyes that could only speak of hurt, âI rather just go awayâŠâ
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.
âWhy couldnât you be satisfied with the parts I give you! Why canât you stay alone with me! Why-Why do you have to leave,,â you shove your finger to his chest in anger, the tears burning your eyes, âPlease donât leave me, HiromiâŠâ
âThen come with meâŠâ
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 foreverâ you wished to say yes. Deep down, he was right. You couldnât leave your husband, youâve forced yourself to be content with him. You couldnât 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 didnât 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 cheeksâ 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.
âPlease⊠please donât go so far⊠please I⊠I love you,â 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 didnât 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 wasnât 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 neckâ he just needed a few seconds of silence.
âHiguruma.â
Hiromi internally groaned, he didnât need any more paperwork right now, âyes?â
The young intern looked a bit awkward but continued, âsome lady was looking for you.â
âLady? What did she want?â
âShe was just pacing around the front area,â the young man motioned over to the front, âwhen I tried talking to her, she asked if you worked here.â
Hiromi quirked up an eyebrow, he hadnt worked with a recent female client, maybe it was some relative, âdid she give a name?â
The young man shook his head, making Hiromi ask another question, âwhat did she look like?â
âShe was sum rich lady, well looked rich. Nice hair, dressed in some designer summer collection, ton of jewelryâ she also wasnât from here.â
Hiromiâs face paled, his heart knew it was you, âshe just came in and leftâŠ?â
âWell, she took one of your business cards just before leaving.â
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,
âI think she left this,â he opened his palm in front of Hiromi revealing an engraved lighter, a wooden one that had a navy stain, âDamn, it looks like itta cost an arm and a legâ
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.
âAre you going to keep it?â The intern asked Hiromi, causing Hiromi to look up from the flame.
âYeah.â
The internâs chest softly rumbled in a light chuckle, âI thought you said you quit smokingâ
âI guess Iâm going to pick it right up,â 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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Synopsis: You and Higuruma find out that your spouses are cheating with each other. Out of curiosity, the two of you try to figure out how they couldâve fallen in love.
A/N: I was heavily inspired by my favorite movie, âIn the mood for loveâ directed by Wong Kar Wai, I wanted to make a fic abt it with Higuruma. I also made a Choso smut buttt ima re-write it.
Edit: a lot of Luis Miguel music also inspired this and some Shirley Kwan (a lot of Björk too)â also idk if I should post more fics cuz I got this one ideaâ
âWhere did you buy that handbag? Iâve been thinking of buying one for my wife,â higuruma took a drag from his cigarette, the smoke blowing across the table, the smell blending in with the wood that covered the diner walls. His tired eyes watched as you swirl the drink in your hand, how the expensive dress hung your figure, the way your hair was always in place. You were always such an elegant woman.
âDo you think your wife would like that? Having the same exact handbag as her neighbor?â Your eyes finally meeting his. You didnât know much about the man in front of youâ only that he lived next door with his wife. He was polite, giving a small smile whenever you bumped into him in the hallway of the complex. A warmth that was a stark contrast to your husband.
He let out a soft huff of laughter, âI know⊠Iâm not really good with this sort of thing. I wanted to ask since my wifeâs birthday is in a few days,â he dusted off the ashes of the cigarette into the tray, âPerhaps I can buy the bag in a different colorâ
âI would have to ask my husband, he bought it abroad. Itâs not sold hereâ
He lets out a frustrated sigh. Then, Hiromi puts out his cigarette, digging the bud into the tray, taking out another to light. You watch as he pulled out an intricately designed lighter, made with a rich wood with embedded gold around the edges,
âYou know, I have a question for youâŠWhere did you get that lighter?â
He softly smiled, holding the lighter out. His fingers trace along the carvings, âMy wife actually got this for me. She also got this abroad.â
âHow lovely⊠my husband has the same one⊠said that his boss got for him. Abroad.â
His body stiffens a bit, he sets the lighter flat on the table, âIsnt that interestingâŠActually, my wife has the same handbag as yours⊠she got it abroad.â
Your throat dries, your fingers stop caressing the side of the cupâyou thought you were the only one that knew. It became all too real, having to truly face that your husband was sleeping with another woman, with your neighborâs wife no less. The feeling slowly passes, your senses focusing onto the soft jazz playing in the diner, the smell of the cigarette coming from Hiromi. A sort of sweet comfort crept as well; at least, knowing that you werenât alone in this chaos.
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âMust we share the taxi together?â You complain to Hiromi as your shoulders brush against one another. You couldnât 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 couldnât help but stray, how could you let your husband stray away from you? Why couldnât 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.
âI donât want to be alone with my mind right now,â 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, âI wonder how they fell in love. What did we lack?â
You couldnât help but scoff, turning your sights out the city once more, âItâs no good to dwell on such details⊠Can you even call it love?â
Hiromi shrugs, leaning his elbow at the car window, âI wasnât that good of a husband⊠always worked⊠I wish I told my wife how beautiful she was,â 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 cheapâYou 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 Hiromiâs eyes longed to fix his marriage, it couldnât 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.
âWhy donât we figure it out? I mean, we should help each other to fix our marriages.â
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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.
âWhat does your husband usually say when he gets home?â
You fix up your posture, trying to recall the times your husband actually came home on time, âhe usually goes to sleep after work.â
Hiromi turns his body toward you, his hand extending to brush away some invisible dust from your cheek, âYou look lovely tonight,â his hand slowly runs through your jaw before retreating back, âhowâs that?â
Your body snapped up straight from his touch, it had been so long since someone had made an effort to complement you, âthatâŠ. That was good⊠What does your wife usually do for you?â
Hiromiâs 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 couldnât help but let out a soft huff, âMy wife usually is sowing up her dresses while sheâs watching television. Seeing her like that makes me want to scoop her up in my arms, but⊠I always held back.â
âThatâs very romantic. I never imagined a man like yourself would swoon at the simplest things,â even yourself let a smile creep up at his words, they were so sweet, âWell, Iâll get into position. Pretend youâre coming home from work.â
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 jumpedâthough you knew this was going to happenâ his nose nuzzled into the neck of your dress. You smelled luxurious, your skin was so soft as he dragged his nose upward.
âIâve missed you,â 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,
âIâm glad that youâre finally homeâŠhoney,â the words sound foreign against your mouth, but you couldnât 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.
âWe wonât be like them⊠weâll be different,â 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 shouldnât 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 stoveâ 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 kettleâ half expecting one of your husbands friends to grab a beer from the fridgeâ 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.
âWh-what are you doing here?â You try to politely inquire, setting out two tea cups.
âI was invited. To play.â
âAnd you agreed? What were you thinking?â The words coming out a bit hostile, but you put your foot down, âWhat if my husband finds out aboutâŠâ
ââAnd then what? The two of them are already cheating, even then, how would they even find out?â He shot back, feeling a bit frustrated being dragged to one of your husbandâs 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 couldnât help but stare at Hiromiâs 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 voiceâYou felt silly for having such juvenile feelings about a married man. But, Hiromiâs 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 Hiromiâs 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. Hiromiâs 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 wasnât 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.
âYâknow you can smoke inside the apartment? Everyone else decided to,â 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, âI prefer smoking alone.â
âoh really? You seemed fine smoking in front of me at the dinerâ
That comment made Hiromi smirk, âI guess I felt comfortable with you.â
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.
âMyâŠmy husband will go abroad soon,,â your voice interrupting the silence that had enveloped the two of you. Hiromi took the final drag of his cigarette before flicking it away,
âMy wife is also going abroad soonâŠâ
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You only had to wait a week until your husband had to go on his âbusinessâ trip. Once the day approached, you happily waved him goodbyeâ 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 wouldnât show. His worries were about to be resolved as he heard the clicks of your heels. This dark eyes finally found your form,
âYou⊠you look radiant,â he was in utter awe with your grace, the color of your dress complimenting your skin, the jewelry enhancing your beauty.
âThank you⊠you look⊠decent in your suitâ
Hiromi chuckled, ââDecentâ? You couldâve said handsome.â
Your face warmed up, you swatted his shoulder to save a bit of dignity, âJust get the cab.â
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 Hiromiâs 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.
âYâknow what Iâve always wanted to do? I wanted to dance with you,â Hiromi voice fills in the room, his longing melding with the words.
You softly chuckled, âwith me? Do you believe I can dance?â
Hiromi held onto his sincerity, âsince our moment, Iâve dreamt of holding you closer, staring into your beautiful eyes as long the world letâs usâŠIâll hold youâŠLet me guide you.â
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,
âYouâll guide me? You promise to hold me close?â
âI promise.â
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.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he softly murmured against your ear, his hands rubbing up and down your hips, then taking your hands once more to twirl you forward, âIâve dreamed of youâŠâ
Your breath hitched, âMe too⊠Iâve dreamed of this room⊠being with youâŠ.letting goâŠâ
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.
âI never thought youâd fall in love with me,â your words coming out in a hush tone, maybe too scared to be honest.
âNeither did Iâ
âI was only curious how it beganâŠ. But I know now⊠feelings creep upâŠâ
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 didnât 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.
âIâm transferring to a firm in Taiwan,â he hesitantly murmured, his eyes filled with sorrow.
âWhatâŠ?â
He sat himself beside you, letting you sit up, âIâm⊠Iâm moving to Taiwan,â he looks away from you, not wanting to see the hurt in your eyes.
âW-with your wifeâŠ?â
âNo⊠Iâve decided to split from her. Iâm only moving to Taiwan.â
âWhy so far? Why not a town over? Why leave the countryââ
âbecause I know youâd never leave your husband,â he finally looks at you, his eyes that could only speak of hurt, âI rather just go awayâŠâ
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.
âWhy couldnât you be satisfied with the parts I give you! Why canât you stay alone with me! Why-Why do you have to leave,,â you shove your finger to his chest in anger, the tears burning your eyes, âPlease donât leave me, HiromiâŠâ
âThen come with meâŠâ
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 foreverâ you wished to say yes. Deep down, he was right. You couldnât leave your husband, youâve forced yourself to be content with him. You couldnât 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 didnât 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 cheeksâ 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.
âPlease⊠please donât go so far⊠please I⊠I love you,â 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 didnât 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 wasnât 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 neckâ he just needed a few seconds of silence.
âHiguruma.â
Hiromi internally groaned, he didnât need any more paperwork right now, âyes?â
The young intern looked a bit awkward but continued, âsome lady was looking for you.â
âLady? What did she want?â
âShe was just pacing around the front area,â the young man motioned over to the front, âwhen I tried talking to her, she asked if you worked here.â
Hiromi quirked up an eyebrow, he hadnt worked with a recent female client, maybe it was some relative, âdid she give a name?â
The young man shook his head, making Hiromi ask another question, âwhat did she look like?â
âShe was sum rich lady, well looked rich. Nice hair, dressed in some designer summer collection, ton of jewelryâ she also wasnât from here.â
Hiromiâs face paled, his heart knew it was you, âshe just came in and leftâŠ?â
âWell, she took one of your business cards just before leaving.â
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,
âI think she left this,â he opened his palm in front of Hiromi revealing an engraved lighter, a wooden one that had a navy stain, âDamn, it looks like itta cost an arm and a legâ
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.
âAre you going to keep it?â The intern asked Hiromi, causing Hiromi to look up from the flame.
âYeah.â
The internâs chest softly rumbled in a light chuckle, âI thought you said you quit smokingâ
âI guess Iâm going to pick it right up,â 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.
Synopsis. Toji Zenin. Nephew of Naobito Zenin. Leader of the powerful Zenin clan. AlsoâŠyour newly-wed husband with a taste to give the family an heir. Now.
A/N. Saw that one frame of his foot and knew I had to-
âAnd if both families find themselves in favor of this proposition-â Naobito Zenin claps his hands with a greedy smile, quivering the ceramic cups of tea before him. â-then I take that we shall commence the appropriate measures?â
âQuite quite.â The elderly representative of your own family strokes his long beard. He reaches across the sleek table of Japanese cedarâit had the sigils of Zenin warriors carved into it, each glowering up at the outsiders upon their ancient estate. âIt was a pleasure meeting you, Zenin-sama.â
The former clan leader takes his handshake heartily, âThe pleasure is all mine.â Before his scrutinizing eyes slip over to you. âAnd about the preparations for the after-ceremonyââ
But you donât listen.
Instead, youâre lifting your gaze up eeeever-so-slightly.
Just the slightest nudge that wouldnât be enough to draw suspicion from the older men around you, yet still manage to give you a peek at the hounding figure beside Naobito. Fists clenched. Jaw sharp. Gaze lowered.
Toji Zenin.
Your future husband.
The first time youâd met the leader of the Zenin clan had been far before he ever had to bear such a title- in fact, he hadnât even been considered an adequate heir.Â
Back then youâd never in a million years have thought that Toji Zenin would be your future husband.Â
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, youâd been running through the Zenin Estateâs 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 Zeninâs - on a business level, if nothing else.
So it wasnât anything out of the ordinary for them to visit Naobito and his council to go over numbers you didnât understand, and contracts you couldnât 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 timeâyour 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.Â
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.Â
So well, in fact, that no one had noticed when youâd slipped out the mahogany double doors.
You knew youâd 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 werenât many flowering trees or bushes, youâd noticed. The garden was green and sterile of any other color.Â
Then youâd 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. Youâd escaped immediately - not wanting to get caught just yet - and run out into the sun-scorched corridor outside.
It was there that youâd flung yourself into the nearest open room youâd found.
Its grand sliding doors shuddering shut behind you, youâd cowered into the shadows as the elderâs grumbles walked by outside.
Youâd 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. âThank heav-â
âIf youâre gonna make this much noise then at least do it where itâll disturb those old toads.â
Youâd nearly jumped out of your own skin- in fact, you think you just might have.
If the shadows could speak then youâd 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 didnât hurt. There werenât many children in your estate outside of you, but sometimes youâd watch over the walls at the neighborhood children from afarâand you found there seemed to be at least one or two of those always.Â
He sounded like the rowdiest of the bunch.
And who youâd first thought to be a ghost - perhaps in hindsight you werenât too far off - turns out actually to be a lone figure in the middle of the dark room. A little boy.Â
He was sitting before nothing, he was sitting against nothing.Â
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-
âDidnât ya hear what I said?â That hoarse voice - much too grown-up for but a mere child your age, perhaps a year or two older - rang out before youâd even let the soles of your feet rest. Echoing. Foreboding. âGet. Out.â
âAnd who are you to tell me what to do?â 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 canât help but step closerââWho are you, anyway? Whatâs your name?â
âZenin.â He spat out as if it was venom.Â
âI couldâve guessed that.â 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. âWhatâs your first name?â
He didnât answer.
With a huff, youâd stepped closer.
âWhatâs your first name?â
He still didnât answer.
And closer.
âWhatâs your first name?âÂ
He didnât answer still. Not even when you were standing right beside him, he remained turned away as if you didnât exist.Â
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 scarâeven in the darkness it was obvious: a ruby-red slit, a slice of torture.
It looked like it hurt.
âFine then.â 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 youâre doing is grabbing onto his face and bringing it up to yours.
With the silken fabric of your very best kimono, youâd dabbed away gently at the cut on his lip. âBut if youâre not going to treat this thing any time soon- then at least wipe away the blood.â Though you knew that this wasnât the lady-like thing to do, nor even polite in any sense of the word, you couldnât feel even a twinge of regret. âIt looks pretty deep. Donât you think you should tell your momma and papa?â
You tilted his head to the side, and he glared at you through long black lashes. âTchâŠâ
âHmpf-â Puffing up your cheeks in annoyance, perhaps youâd used slightly more force than necessary when touching away the rest of the blood on his lip.
He grimaced but he didnât move. And just when you think he might not say anything at allââMyâŠattendants.âÂ
You almost thought youâd imagined it. Eyes wide, your hands stopped. âP-pardon?â
âMy attendants.â He repeated, more sure than before. âMy attendants will take care of itâŠlater.â
âI see.â It almost looked as if he was searching for your reaction, and you donât 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. âAnd why are you here all alone?â
âPunishment.â This answer comes out easier than the last, as though it should have been obvious.
A cold shiver ran down your spine. âOhâŠIâm sorry about that.â You knew what it felt like to be punished by the council for doing things that went against what a ârespectable daughterâ would do. Though your punishments were more writing lines and standing outside. âBut I donât think you deserved it.â
He scoffed, âYou donât even know what I did.â
âI donât.â You shook your head, âBut I still know.â
And that had been that. You finally let go of the boyâs 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.Â
In the obscurity between you two, you stood in silence for what felt like a few minutes- but might as well have been eternity. Youâd 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 heâd stared right back.
Brows furrowed, yet still looking.Â
Eventually, you heard the harried calls of your mother outside - she was searching for you.
With a final look at the boy - heâd turned his face away now - you started to take a step towards the doorâ
Only for a small hand to clutch onto your wrist.
Stopping you in your tracks, youâd snapped your head to him immediately- but the boy still wasnât looking at you. He had his gaze fixed on the floor, and the air about him was as if you didnât even exist.
Though the tightness of his grip was undeniable-
âToji.â Out had come a tiny voice. Steely. Slightly trembling.Â
And for a second you were more confused than anything, before the realization had dawned upon you like the beaming of the summer Sunâs rays.Â
He had repeated, âToji Zenin.â
You repeat, âToji Zenin.â
And then Toji had let go of you.
You nodded.
You told him your own name.
And for the first time since youâd 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 youâd learned of just how heâd 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 heâd 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 hadnât been from Toji himself. Grown-ups talk. And youâd come to realize far before heâd 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 couldnât seem to keep his name out of their mouths, then.
Though you didnât quite careâyou yourself didnât put much weight onto the strength of oneâs 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 werenât 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. Youâd 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 heâd tell you about another cool trick he learned in training. By himself.
And you were proud of him, you really wereââDonât get too strong though- because what if you get all big and scary like Vegeta?â
âVegetaâs cool.â
âToji Zenin.â
You just didnât 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 letterâŠ
âTo 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.â
That was the first youâd ever heard about him being clan leader- or even the fact that heâd had a chance.
You had visited the Zenin Estate immediately afterwards, of course.
And it was only because of the rather close relationships that youâd grown with the house staff and guards over the years that you werenât thrown out immediately. Though, you definitely werenât allowed inside, either. Theyâd 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 couldnât meet with the clan leader.Â
Youâd been forced to trudge all the way back home, letter in hand. Toji in your heart.
Youâd visited a few more times afterwards, of course.Â
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.Â
You didnât see Toji Zenin, newly-dubbed leader of the Zenin clan, until ten years later - and by then youâd missed him as long as youâd known him. In the meantime youâd heard whispers of him in every corner and corridor of those stuffy clan functions you were forced to attendâoh, have you heard of that Toji boy? Have you heard heâs the new Zenin clan leader now?
Have you heard they overlooked his littleâŠlack 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 heâs the cruelest clan leader theyâve ever seen?
Have you heard heâs grown up to be so tall?
Have you heard heâs 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 wasnât a polite habit. No matter how much you knew that you and Toji Zenin were people that didnât know each other. And hadnât for a long timeâŠand perhaps might never.Â
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 wouldnât stop bleeding.Â
Sure enough, by the time youâd 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.
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The ceremony was a message.
Every clan leader and madam and mistress, every sorcerer and higher-up, everyone that was someone was invited to your wedding to Toji Zenin. It was a lavish affair, overripe with the most succulent foods and drinks.Â
Though the week leading up to itâŠnot quite as much.
You hadnât gotten the chance to speak with Toji during the marriage meeting- rather ironic considering, well, the two of you would be the ones getting married. But where you might have answered the few stray questions posed by Naobito and his council, Toji had merely sat silently opposite you.Â
He didnât speak to you, he didnât gesture at you, he didnât even raise his green eyes and look at you.
Not during the marriage meeting. Not after.
Perhaps some stupidly hopeful part of you still thought that it was the meeting hallâs oppressive air that kept him from speaking- but Toji hadnât spoken to you even when most of his advisory council had filtered out towards the end. When theyâd left the âyoung coupleâ alone to get to know each other better, but Toji had stayed silent.
âToji?â Youâd tried - and he hadnât responded. âI suppose itâs clan leader Zenin nowâŠâ
To that, heâd flinched.
There were no more words exchanged between the two of you, and youâd travelled back to your estate to cry yourself to sleep.
The wedding vows had been written to you by your family elders. And in the days that followed - not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of the wedding guests nor your family nor your in-laws - youâd recited and re-recited your vows until your tongue got sick of the words. Until your tongue could feel them tingling at the tip of your tastebuds every passing moment.
Like a nagging, ever-present dread.
So it was rather anticlimactic when that portion of the wedding ceremony went by without a hitchâyou were awoken with the blinking sun, and dressed in a wedding kimono of snow-white. Escorted to the Zenin Estate in one of their glossy black Mercedes, you were ducked from view and taken to the family shrine there like a secret.
You shuddered as you stepped inside this land for the first time in ten years.
Deep in the gardens. A froth of wedding guests already lined the lantern-lit pathway from the gates to the shrine, they turned their heads and attempted to peek underneath your white headpiece. You were grateful for the lady attendants who would smack them away no matter which higher-up they happened to be.
You found that you had been strangely calm up until this point - strangely feeling as though it were a dream.
But youâd raised your head just as youâd come to the steps of the shrine -and the first thing youâd seen were pink roses. Upon either side of the steps.
And the next thing youâd seen was Tojiâs calloused hand - youâd recognize it anywhere - outstretched to help you up them.
That was when it had become real.
The binding rituals and sharing of sake passed by in a blur. Your voice shook as you stumbled through your vows, and Toji had steadily echoed his outâit seems they were written to match. Something about upholding the values of the household and furthering the Zenin name, words that were wiped from your mind as soon as they escaped your mouth. Then, after barely stealing a glance at those green, green eyes trained on you- you were dashed to the wedding reception.
Both you and Toji sat at the head of a U-shaped dinner table.
Winding around the massive dining hall like a serpent with a feast laid upon its silken white belly: sashimi platters, rolls and fragrant white rice, broths and pasta, cakes of all different kinds. The wedding reception was so big that professional chefs (some from the Zenin Estate, others hired from the best Michelin Star restaurants around the world) lined their workshops in the middle of the U and cooked for the guests live.Â
The scrape of flat-top grills.
The clinking of sake cups.
The laughter of drunkards.
And the longer the night went on, the more rambunctious they seemed to become.
They toasted, they guffawed, they pretended not to brag, they asked for more.
Youâre watching the scene unfold before you like a Renaissance paintingâThe Throes of Gluttonyâand rub your weary eyes. Strained. The thing that no one seemed to mention about keeping a smile on your face for hours on end was just how deeply it caused a headache - all the way from the back of your eye sockets.
âWould you like to leave?â
Itâs a gruff voice- deep. One that you havenât heard in so long that it might have been someone unrecognizable completely.
But you knew who it was.
Even if the husky baritone didnât come from right beside you - sending goosebumps skittering down your spine - you would have known that slightly teasing tone anywhere. You could have picked it out in a crowd of about a thousand voices- and Toji didnât even seem to know that that familiar tease was slipping into his voice.
He looks dead serious when you turn to him, for perhaps the first time since the shrine. And ohâyouâre hit with something indescribable.
Because what the rumors hadnât seemed to mention about him was that he was so devilishly handsome.
Heâd grown into those Zenin features he seemed to hate so muchânow with a sharp jaw, a smoldering gaze, hair that seemed to fall effortlessly over his forehead. His tannish skin looked almost golden in the yolky yellow of the wedding lights. Puckered, pretty lips. Even the scar on there only served to make him look even more attractive.Â
There was an intensity about him that only seemed to have grown tenfold in the years that you didnât see him. There was sadness.
Despite knowing very well of his numerous fighting accolades as of late, you were taken aback by just how large heâd grown to be. The first time youâd seen him, heâd been a scrawny six-year-old that wasnât even as tall as you. The last time youâd seen him, heâd been a gangly seventeen-year-old suffering from a sudden burst of height, and threatening to show signs of growing even taller.
And he had grown taller.
Broader.
Beefier.
Toji shifts in his seat to face you more clearly, and you watch as his dark hakama stretches over his wide shoulders. Puffed-out chest. Slender waist. Large arms. Barely doing anything to conceal his muscular frame-
He raises one jet-black brow at you and you jolt.
âPardon?â Breathless.
Toji shoots you a slightly knowing smile, âWould you like to leave, my wife?â
My wife.
Itâs more of a factual statement, than anything - a confirmation of what you already know. But you canât control the sudden lurch in your stomach as he says itâ
âYes.â Youâre blurting out the answer faster than your mind can compute it. And you reach your hand out to him. âYes, I would like to leave.â
Toji clasps your hand with a slight chuckle, âAs you wish, Madam Zenin.â Both your golden wedding bands twinkle in the dim lighting.
âLook! Look! The newly-weds are leaving their own reception-â
âAm I drunk or are they being audacious enough to hold hands-â
âDo you think we may see an heir soon?â
âAll rise for the esteemed clan leader of the Zenin family, and his madam.â The last one is a booming announcement by one of the Zenin council members.
In unison, the wedding party rises to their feet.
Cluttering and slightly clumsy with liquor.
âAll bow for the esteemed clan leader of the Zenin family.â
In unison, they bow.
And youâve just about had enough of being ogled as if you were a party trick- smiling politely and tugging on Tojiâs hand to leave. And perhaps the thought that you wanted to be alone with him - with your husband - was hastening your movements-
âAll bowââ But Toji stands firm. Raising his stern voice above the chaos, so that every corner of the dining hall shall be able to hear his crystal-clear words. You look up at him in slight shock at this sudden speechâdid he want them to bow to him again? Before heâs saying your name- ââmy wife, the esteemed madam of the Zenin family.â
Your heart drops to your stomach.
Your gaze snaps to the audience- you could see the confusion simmer across their faces, the realization, the shock, the slight apprehension. It was a chamber filled to the brim with men whoâve never had to look up at a woman a day in their lives.
And here they were, bowing to you.
It doesnât happen instantly - not at all.
They first look at each other, they first bend at their knees as if in the motion of dry heaving (and some of them look as though they just might at this very notion), thenâto your surprise, Naobito Zenin is the first to bow.
Then more of your family.
Then some of the Kamo clan.
One by one, they were bowing before you.Â
âLower.â Toji barks, and they each flinch- before doing as he said. Until their heads touched the floor, the higher-ups of that room bent before you.
As if worshipping.
All but one, of course - the blond-haired man stood out amongst the crowd. In more than one way. He was well-dressed in a way that denoted him as one amongst the clans, the Zenin emblem peeking out in silver, barely twenty with black dye fringing his pale hair. There was a coarse smirk twisting his lips, and he stood with his arms crossed in the front row.
You have to squint your eyes to realize that this was none other than Tojiâs cousinâNaoya Zenin. The very same little boy the two of you had played with years before.
And he was refusing to bow before a woman.
Toji, of course, would not stand for this.
One split-second, heâs beside you, the other split-second, heâs in front of the young man and grabbing Naoyaâs head with one hand. So fast that you didnât even see him move. Slamming him down until his forehead hits the floor- âI saidââ As Naoya scrambles to get up, Toji raises one foot and stomps it down on the other manâs head. â-bow.â
Naoya sputters, âT-Toji-sama-â
âLower.â Heâs pressing down even harder with the heel of his golden-clad sandal. Naoya flails like a turtle overturned- âLower.â
âToji-sama, I didnât mean to-â
âLowerââ
Naoyaâs cheek was pressed to the floor, tears running down his cheeks and darkening the color of the ground. He was no match to your husband. âI-I apologize for-â
âDo not apologize to me.â Toji gruffs out from above, lips slightly twitching at the ends. He was enjoying this. âApologizeâto her.â
Hearing this almost seemed to hurt Naoya more than being stomped on.
He gasps.
He chokes.
He attempts uselessly to stand.
But who was he to reject a command from the clan leader?
âIâŠâ A rush of near-satisfaction goes through your body as Naoya raises his teary eyes to look up at you- and that was only because Toji had allowed him barely even leeway. His bruised lips babble, â-apologize-â
Toji looks at you with peripherals darkened with anger, and you can only nod at him to spare the other man. You wouldnât want a bloodbath on your wedding.
He spits down at Naoya before taking his foot off- and where his cousin darts behind the legs of Naobito Zenin, Toji calmly walks over to you and holds out his hand. For you to take.
For him to take you away from all this.
.
.
.
The elders were outside.
The elders were outside your martial bedroom and listening to every slight noise you were hatching-
âZenin-â
âToji.â
âTojiââ Youâre gasping out wetly into the crook of his neck, your hands fisting in the expensive silks of his hakama. Heated proximity. His panting breath. Toji was pushing you flatly against the king-sized mattress, one hand on the back of your neck, the other pressing down your front.
He reaches the edge of your abdomen, almost near where your cunt was throb-throb-throbbing wildly between your legs. And you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep the most lecherous sounds from escaping- âT-Toji, so theyâre going to be listening all night-â
âAll night.â Toji affirms. Pearly white canines glinting between his scarred lips, âSo we might as well give them a show, hm, my wife?â
And then heâs gliding the tip of his nose down your neck, down your collarbones, right between the valley of your breasts. Breathing in. âO-ohââ
Your head tilts away to give him more access- and itâs then that youâre seeing yet another glimpse of the sliding doors to this grand chamber. Paper-thin screens. Shadows of council members here to affirm that the marriage was actually being consummated - you knew it was a tradition in the Zenin clan. For the council to stand guard behind the bedroom and make sure that another heir would be born. You just didnât think that it would be taken so seriously with rows upon rows of-
âFocus on me, darlinâ.â Tojiâs rasping tone warns, something primal curdling at the very back. Youâre snapping your gaze over to him and zapped with electricity a darkened look in his eyes- âOr should I sayâŠâ
âSh-shit.â You whisper as he starts shifting down your body. Lips kissed numb.
The clan leader reaches between your trembling legs. âI beg for your attention, madam.â
âYes.â
Your whisper billows out and makes some of the elders behind the screen flinch- their shadows stretch and grow on the pale sheet almost as if they were listening even closer.
Listening in for the whoosh of Toji pushing up your decadent silks and stuffinâ his head straight into your pretty cunt. His nose dives between your pussylips. His chin hits the base of your folds. He sticks out his lengthy tongue and manages to sluuuurp! up the wads of slick stuck to your pussy.
He manages to sniff.
âOh.â
Something cracks at the back of his throat, and youâre looking over at him curiously.
Only to find that Toji wasnât looking at you- not even close.
He had his murky green peripherals permanently fixated on your drippinâ wet pussy, a line of slick sliding between your folds. He was almost entranced. He was almost speechless.
âOh.â
He had his gaze locked with your throbbing cunt until itâs only a slight creak from outside that makes him break his stare to look at the elders. And then over at you and ohâyou notice that his pupils were blown so wide that you nearly couldnât see a speck of green.
You almost feelâŠstrangely cautious at the animalistic way he was acting. Blinking down at him, âT-Toji, are you-â
But itâs almost as if hearing his name wrapped around your pretty lips is enough to send Toji Zenin into overdrive.
And heâs startling- almost fight or flight, before slapping a hand down on the side of your hips and draaagging you halfway down the damn mattress. Letting the expensive bedsheets bunch up where your hips were pulled.
Because Toji doesnât seem to care for your trembling questions- he doesnât seem to care that you were bucking your hips up nâ down his handsome face for more.
No.
He was gaping his maw over your wet cunt and slippinâ his tongue inside in a mere split-second- not even waiting for your elastic hole to stretch properly before starting to fuck you like a madman. Like a madman.
He was holding onto either side of your thighs nâ pressing his nose up reeeeal close to your clit- breathing in gutturally as he swabs his tongue inside. Spit dribbling. Scar grazing your folds. âSh-shiiiiitââ
And, usually, heâd tease your whiny voiceâwouldnât he?
But right now Toji Zenin canât even fucking breathe as heâs pistoning his fat tongue in. And out. Repeatedly, heâs swervinâ the curled tip of his tongue against the roof of your cunt and feeling as you clench all âround him.Â
As you buck your hips off of the rickety mattress - it mustâve been decades old by the way it was protesting your every movement.
But Toji doesnât even register just how close his bed was to shattering into a zillion pieces right now.
The only thing on his mind wasâŠ
âYou.â
Youâre snapping your head down in shock and confusion at the abrupt groan of a word barked between your pussylips - no warning. It hums vibrations of pleasure up your spine and makes you arch into Tojiâs slidinâ lips. All dazed, as if he doesnât even know heâd blurted it out loud.
The only thing - one - he can think of is you.
You, you, you, you.
You with your soppy wet walls wrapped around his pokinâ tongue, you with your cunt throbbing away every time his nose dug between your pussylips. You who was sucking him back in every time he pulled out, you who was- fuck. Enough to drive a man wild.
And you could feel the change in the way that Toji was makinâ out with your pussy, too.
He had gone from the slow and sensual kissing when you first entered the room- into the rapid gestures of his tongue now. Manhandling you. Not letting you escape.
Your voice cracks once heâs pinning down your flailing limbs, feeling the bulge of his big beefy biceps against your skin. âShit, and you just really did no- ngh- preparation or anything? Just fucking meâmm, like that?â He was stretchinâ you out so hard with his mere tongue that it was making you see white.
âAll the better to feel you, my dearâŠâ The way he says it itches something carnal at the back of your mind. And you shiver as he purses his lips and gives your clit a harsh suck.Â
âA-and youâre just being so- ngh, rough.â You mumble out between wet lips.
âAll the better to eat you, my dear.â Toji flicks a careless look at the grey shadows beyond the screen, the way they stirred as they surely knew what was happening in here. Almost to taunt them - Tojiâs taking a few more hefty thrusts inside your hole and moaning. Loud and proud.Â
âAnd, TojiâŠâ Breaths hitching a mile a minute - right on time with the sloppy cadence of his tongue. You gasp, â-youâre just so damnâŠâ Rough? Needy? Gluttonous? â-loud.â
âAll the better to make them know youâre mine, my dear.â
And itâs as if your mind is suddenly made of nothing but fuzz and the most lecherous swipes of Tojiâs tongue- he was holding you so tight to him that you can feel the half-moons of his fingernails embed onto your skin. Pointed chin smacking against the base of your pussy in a constant drumming that leaves you maddened. Tongue viciously pummeling in and outâ
So damn noisy with the most primal slurps that you almost canât hear yourself over it. Whining maddeningly.
âAnd by the sounds of it-â Tojiâs continuing into your cunt, as if he was still in the middle of a conversation. Just casual. Not even with you - he was chattinâ away lovingly to your pussy. â-mâeating you pretty well, huh?â
âFuck, when did you get so cockyâmmpf.â Youâre raising a hand up to muffle the noises leaking from your throat.
But Toji catches the slight movement- and in the blink of an eye, his trained reflexes have both of your hands pinned to the front of your stomach. Wrists restrained. Your tits pressed together in a way that presents a feast for his eyes.
The way he looks at youâŠoh.
Youâre just so wet that you could already see the gleaming layer forming on Tojiâs face like a medal of honor. And youâre sure the squelches were loud enough that they could be heard even outside- âShit.â Struggling against his lewd restraints, âToji, but theyâre gonna hear us-â
And when he still doesnât stop his motioning face, you find yourself breaking away a hand and running it through his sweaty black locks.
Having to lightly tug to get his attention on you instead of your sopping pussy- âToji, theyâre gonna hear-â
Your husband whispers something breathless against your cunt that you donât quite catch.
âWhat was that?â Youâre leaning up on your elbows to hear. And you can only stare into the murky depths of his gaze, pupils blown and dazed.Â
He smacks his scarred lips- slightly parted as he tries desperately to crane himself closer to your quivering hole. âCheh.â Toji rolls his eyes and lurches back a mere centimeter or two - the expression on his face was something agonized as if it hurt him to pull away - only to spit a dripping wad of saliva down onto your cunt.Â
âPleaseâŠâ Youâre shivering, âWhat was that?â
Breath choppy. Tone absolutely shattered. He repeats- âWho did ya marry?â
His voice muffles into your folds. Youâre looking away from the traditional sliding doors and finding that he has his eyes dead-set on youâintense.
For a few seconds youâre so enraptured by the look in his verdant eyes that youâre speechless- and only then do you register what exactly he asked. âWaitâŠwhat?â He looked dead fucking serious.
Splat! Another wad of spittle. âAnswer the question, will you, madam?â
His voice was full of authority. The beastly man from earlier. âY-youâŠ? Toji Zenin.â Youâre just managing to gasp out, shivering at the feeling of his tastebuds then rovering uuuup and down your slit. Teasing. Then pushing inside. Heâd stretched his muscle out so that very honed tip would graze your most sensitive insides, âToji, why are you asking me-â
âThen why dontâcha fucking scream your husbandâs name for them to hear, hm?â
And you swear you can feel his smile against your very pussylips for a mere sultry moment.
Before heâs back to swipinâ into you like a machine.Â
Except this timeâŠheâs using both his mouth and the two globular ends of his fingertips.
The fingertips on his left hand.
They were thick and rough after years of training- perfect to swab against your most tender spots and leave your walls raw with pleasure. And just when you thought his size and shape would be enough to drive you frenzied, Toji was curvinâ up his fingers in a way that let the frigid metal of his wedding ring press against your walls.
All cold and making it easy to follow his movements. He was forcing in his solid inches with quick, methodical strokes down your velvety channel.
Probinâ into the sweetest spots - youâre sure that Toji was just so generous with his size that he doesnât even have to try to fill up your every orifice. He spreads his fingers apart and scissors into your insides, pumping them roughly.
In and out. In and out. In and out.
âOh my godââ Let them hear? Let the elders hear? âToji, what has gotten into-â
Thwack!
âI saidâŠlet them hear.â
Just then heâs puckerinâ his two fingerpads against your poor g-spot- already having mapped your cunt out with his tongue. It was almost as if his digits were on a treasure hunt to find where you liked him thumpinâ away into the most.
So hard that you think the elders outside can hear it. So hard that you swear theyâre flinching-
Thump-thump-thump!
And whatever question you had on the tip of your tongue before is immediately evaporating at the sheer frenzy Toji shows when heâs drilling into you. The realization hits you like a truck. âToji, are youâŠpussydrunk?â
He merely flicked his half-lidded eyes up at you- âMmmmââ Groaning his deep baritone against your raw nâ rubbed lips - it makes you leak out in your syrupy sap even more. He has the audacity to look at your ruined expression and giggle. âI dunno, council, am I pussydrunk?â
Though it wasnât as if they could hear that slight whisper- or even if they could, it was impossible that theyâd answer.
But Toji seems to be utterly unaffected by that little tidbit, and instead looks even more gleeful at the silence from the audience just behind a thin screen on the door. âHeh- when they hear theyâll know I fuck my wife goooooood.â
You supposed that answered your question already. And youâre holding onto Tojiâs crown and rutting up against his ajar mouth. âShit- shit, I never thought youâd be soââ
âLook- I think theyâre squirming.â Toji glances over at the shadows that still loomed, as present as ever. âI think theyâre already startinâ to find out.â
âFuck.â Heâs thrashing his wedding ring against your g-spot once more.Â
And from then on you were merely at your husbandâs mercy - at the mercy of the clan leader of the Zeninâs. He was acting just as ruthlessly.Â
Almost as if he wanted them to hear everything he was doing.
âBet they can hear just how wet ya are fâme- just how much youâre leaking over this damn fucking Zenin bed they love so much.â On cue, heâs rutting against the bedframe to leave its springs creaking. âBet they can hear the way you suck me up like thaaaaaat- atta girl. My wife.â Toji hooked his fingertips at the ends and made them splosh out even more slick- dragging them out of your puckered hole and fucking them right back in. âWonder if they know how sweet ya are though, huh?â
Like your body was ready to prove his point, your hole gapes with a gush of glittery slick. One that Tojiâs gulping up with as much noise as he could possibly make.
Purposefully bucking his hips against the mattress even more - it was almost as if eating you out like this was too much to bear. He bites down on the insides of his cheek as his rock-hard erection crushed against the soft comfort. He just needed to fuck youâ
Toji has his teeth nibblinâ over your pretty clit and sucking until his chiselled cheeks hollowed and it made the most lecherous squelching sounds. Each of them a cacophony that echoed outside. He moans, âBet they can hear how ready you are-â And youâre noticing that at this particular sentence, your husband raises his volume just a tad. He raises it. â-how fucking neeeeedy ya are to get fucked stupid by me.â
A rattle outside.
Both of you turn your head in unison to look at the commotion, but whatever the incident may have been, no one seems to move from their seats at your audience. Almost glued there - and not by duty any longer.
You look back at Toji who was grinning.
He puffs out a snicker above your swollen foldsââPwah! If anything, at least the Zenin clan leader knows how to eat pussy.â
Tojiâs shaggy bangs graze across your clit and make you twitch, âT-ToooojiâI donât think mâgonna lastâŠâ
âWhat was that?â
âI think mâgonna cum.â
A smile he canât control breaks out across his face, âLouder, madam.â Toji alternates his greedy gaze between your enraptured audience, your lewdly twisting expressions, and your pussy. All gulping him down greedily.
What a sight it was to behold - and that noise? Whoâs going to stop him from reaching over to grab at one of your sandals and fling it against the sliding door- where it knocks against the cedar screen and clatters to the floor. âYa hear that?â He calls to those uptight elders, surely horrified by now⊠âLouder for the ones in the back~â
Turning your head, you see that your clans are more restless than ever. âMâgonna cum-â
âLouder.â
âGonna cumââ
âLouder.â
It seems that no matter how loud you were, it just wouldnât be enough for him.
So the only thing you could do at this point is to throw your head back and get lost in your sudden wave of bliss - throw your head back and cum.
Youâre grabbing handfuls of Tojiâs shaggy black hair and yowling out his name as loud as your voicebox could handle it- âT-Toji.â Bubbling out past the sizzlinâ mouthfuls of saliva welling up at your throat. âTojiâshit, shit, shit, Toji mâcumming.â
âMmmââ He barely had the time to respond, fucking his fingers into you furiously. His mouth latched on permanently to your clit as he dragged on your high, digits hittinâ your g-spot at every startling peak of euphoria. Again. And again. And again and again and again.
Somehow he managed to pinpoint each highest point of pleasure, and you have to bite back tears at the sheer intensity. Heartbeat thundering in your eardrums. Toes curling until it almost hurts.Â
And through it all the handsome clan leader below you was readily taking on each of your cuntâs drags. Each of the gyrations you were pumping down on his swollen lips and his nose. Each of the little jerks as you had to be pulled back onto his swollen lips and his nose- he wasnât letting you escape until you were well and thoroughly fucked through your orgasm.
You blink down dazedly at him once youâre clear-headed enough to formulate proper sentences. âToji, mâcumming and itâs all because of youââ
âFuck.â And with that said, heâs ruuuutting harshly against the mattress. It groans even louder in response and makes the chamber vibrate with noise.
You swear at the shaking of the bed, âY-youâre gonna break this bed tonight, I swear-â
âGood.â
And itâs with a few more vulgar strokes that your highâs dissipating into a mere few tingles at your core - which, even that Tojiâs threatening to swerve his fingers into you through. And youâre completely sure that he wouldâve elongated you through your first high and straight into a second one had it not been for you pulling him off by the strands of his hair.
Begging through choked-up sobs, âToji-â You were straining to get him to move- not that you didnât want it, but you were just so sensitive that you wanted somethingâŠelse more right now. âToji, Iâm begging you toâhah.â
âTo what, my wife?â Heâs running his calloused hands up and down the sides of your body. âIâll give you anything, madam.â
Your lips quivered, âI want your cock, TojiâŠâ
And, well, how could he ever say no to his pretty wife?
In no time, Tojiâs lifting himself off of your lower half and climbing further up the bed. Something about the way he looks right now - half-lidded gaze, primal smirk, panting chest, throbbing erection through his wedding hakama - made you shift yourself up to the headboard.
And once youâre hitting the cool plane of mahogany, Toji grins.
âNowhere to run, darlinâ.â
The Zenin clan leader considers tearing off your kimono with his bare hands - before that admiring look youâd directed towards the garment makes him reconsider. It makes him sigh and gently start to part through the layers. They were much too much work, in his opinion.
And heâs practically jittery with need by the time the last of your obis are thrown over his shoulder.
And as for his clothesâŠ
Toji takes his sensual time slipping off his robes - so many layers that it makes you so thoroughly impatient. And so you canât help but reach out and threaten to rip his decadent clothes off-
âTearing your husbandâs clothes off already?â Toji says to you, though you do notice that heâs lilting his pitch up just a bit to let the elders outside hear. âSâthat pussy that needy fâme already, my wife? Canât wait until I take it off, huh?â You smack his chiselled pec and he grins even wider, âOh, madam, weâre gonna have a looooong and happy marriageââ
Toji doesnât even properly expose himself.
Heâs merely lazily pushing aside his robes until you could practically see all of him: the naturally ripped lines of his muscles, his toned abs, his cushy pecs. All outlined with the scruff of his happy trail that wedged between his prominent v-line.
Tojiâs meaty thighs peeked out from where his robes flapped open, and he was pushing them aside to bear you his aching hot erectionâ
You count.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven
Eight.
Nine entire inches that glistened in dripping hot precum, glazed the shiniest ruby-red on the top of his shaft. Flared tip. Heavy balls. Not only was Toji so long - but he was juuuuust as thick, with enough veins that you can already feel the phantom graze of them inside you.
Tojiâs balls tightened as he took in the way you were looking at him-
âLike what you see, huh?â Heâs smirking down sleazily at you, giving a playful smack on the sheeny inner part of your thigh. âDonât you worry, darlinâ, youâre gonna be feeling me very soon.â
âShit, I canât wait.â Your legs drop open around him - and end up wrapped around Tojiâs slim waist to get him to buck his cock against your cunt. âI need to feel you now, Toji.â
âNow? No preparation or nothing?â Heâs cocking his head down at youâcute. Just too cute how you were shaking your head like so. Not that Toji Zenin really had any idea of stretching you out even more and teasing you endlessly, but it was nice to see you deny it all the same.
His dark fabric was still semi-draped over his shoulders (though they were falling off uselessly by now and you could spot his tanned deltoids peaking outâŠhoenstly, how had they trained him in the years you hadnât seen him? Because Toji was justâŠincredible). And it falls over you almost like a curtain as the man pushes you back against the sweat-dampened mattress.
One hand of his presses down on your stomach, the other snakes downwards to cup his thick hilt. âBut Iâve gotta warn yaâŠsâgonna be a biiiig stretch- alright, my girl?â
Youâre nodding, âYesââ
âAnd when I say big stretch, I mean a biiiiiiig one- alright?â His black brows furrow at the sensation of his tip kissinâ your pussylips - you were just so hot and soft. So ready that he almost couldnât bear it, âEnough to make that pretty mouth of yours scream, alright?â
You huff, âA-alriâfuck.â
And those elders stationed outside your martial bedroom could probably pinpoint the exact moment that Tojiâs slipping his cock inside. Red-hot. Furiously hard.
Your mouth drops into a soundless scream, and the bed dips as he rests his weight on top of your lower half. The bulbous end of his cock swabbinâ between your pussylips and finding its way inside your tight hole, heâs fitting in just the crown of his shaft and making you squeal. âSh-shit, youâre just so big-â
âWhat was that?â Tojiâs rutting his hips against you, his cock giving you a probing thrust. âDidnât hear you darlinâ...â
âYouâre just so-â Yet another thrust. And this time you swear you can feel Tojiâs salty-sweet precum trickle out at the very back of your throatââ-big, Tojiââ
And this time, itâs loud enough for him.
Heâs tilting his head over to the silent sliding doors with an utterly arrogant look on his face, lips turned upwards priggishly. âYa hear that?â Heâs calling out to those dusty olâ elders - most certainly, not the least bit that softly teasing tone heâd use with you. âYou small-dicked motherfuckers wish you could be me.â
âTojiââ Uselessly smacking at this bicep to no avail.
But he merely keeps going- âThe only thing you can do is watch- only watch everything I do. Everything I will become.â It was like this. It was always like this - Toji had fought tooth and nail to come to where he was right now. And heâd be damned if he let some old fossils ruin his wedding night with youâthey were going to have a show. Heâs snarling down - and just as soon as youâre registering the expression, Tojiâs crashing his lips against yours in an open-mouthed kiss. âAnd right nowâŠâ
Youâre whimpering as the hand on top of your stomach comes pressing dooooooooown.
â-I think mâgonna become a dadda, hm?â
âFuck-â And itâs with a single hammering thrust that Tojiâs forcing his swollen cock past all that slight resistance. His head falls forwards, bangs obscuring part of his face- and he canât stop from heaving out a shuddering groan.Â
You swear you can see the exact moment that Toji Zenin breaks.
Because youâre clenching your syrupy wet walls âround his tip, and itâs enough to make the hulking man above you shudder. Shake. Stop your moving hips with the hand on top of your stomach.
Toji presses downââE-easy there, darlinâ.â Heâs rasping between clenched teeth, sounding for all the world as if it was taking every ounce of will in his body not to let his voice tremble. âLet yourâhaaaah, husband fuck you like you deserve, alright?â
Just as shaky as his words were aching to be, heâs compelling his hips forwards and swabbing the back of your pussy with a plap! âFuck.â
âFuh-fuck.â He echoes after you. Yet another hammering movement. âFuck, I canât stop myself.â
âSh-shiiit, how is it even possible to feel like this-â Youâre babbling out. And it seems that thatâs what Toji wanted to find out, as well.
Heâs thrusting his hips forwards again.
Shaking.
And again.
And again.
And again and again-
Soon enough, Toji was fucking you. In long, deeeeeep thrusts that bruise his split-ended tip all the way against the back of your cervixâbefore then dragging riiiiight back out till your hold was just stretched around his mushroomy cockhead. Then all the way inside again.
âT-Toooooojiââ Youâre bawling out at this point, the sheer stretch of him inside you making your cheeks drench with tears. It really just felt as if he was openinâ up every hidden spot and crevice inside you, and Toji had his pointed tip acting as the spotlight.
Pinpointing each sweet spot-
And againâŠ
Your legs start to thrash at the constant rhythmic feeling- âAh ah- no running away, madam.â Heâs scooping you up even further into his arms, âWhatâd I say? Let your husband- fuh-fuck you like you deserve, hm?â
âBut- but you already areââ You cry out.
âOh?â Heâs darting his eyes down to the thick little bulge that had started forming at your stomach - just the slightest movement of his globular tip swabbinâ inside. And out. Inside. And out. No matter how much you bent and curved, Toji was just so big that you could see him from the outside. Heâs grinning all of a sudden. âOhâŠyouâre right.â
Your eyes widen, âToji, did you just realize-â
âBut that doesnât mean mâfucking you pregnant just yetâlet me breed you, darlinâ.â
Your headâs falling into the pillows, your backâs arching, your throatâs crying out - your cunt just wasnât used to him. Which is why he was fucking you harder with no hesitation like he was trying to mold himself to your pussy.
To meld himself.
To which Toji doesnât let you last even two seconds before heâs grabbing both your limbs and wrapping them around his neck. He lets your ankles intertwine securely before bending you neatly in half until your kneecaps spank your tits.Â
You were being folded.
Straight into a-
âMating press.â Toji rasps out, his scorching hot breath tickling your face. âThis is called a mating press, darlinâ.â Almost as an example, heâs pumping his solid inches all the way inside your channel - Toji stirs your insides just a little bit in swervinâ motions so his veins slip and graaaaze down your sides. âBut you probably already knew thatânow do you know what we use it for?â
âWell, itâs toâmmpf.â But how could he expect you to answer when he was smacking the curve of his tip against your sweetest spots. Every time you were opening your mouth to try nâ form a coherent sentence, your husband was fucking that sentence right out of your throat.
And the answer was simple: he didnât want you to answer. He looks over at the shuffling shadows through the door screenâapologies, he shouldâve emphasized. He didnât want you to answer. âOi.â
Toji barks out, and you could see the elders physically flinch at being addressed.
He smirks, âHow about ya answer it fâme?â It almost makes you shy to hear your husband speaking to them while he was absolutely ruining your insides with his cock- tone breathy, hips smacking yours in an obvious background music to what you two were doing. âWhat exactly is a mating press used for?â
Thereâs a silence- and then a noise.
A slight whisper of an answer that only Tojiâs extra-honed ears, trained through years of his Heavenly Restriction, manage to pick up. Heâs nodding his head down at you, âThatâs right?â
âWhatâd they say, Toji?â
âOhâyou wanna know what they said?â Heâs cooing down at youâcute, cute, cute. Your lips were wobbling adorably whenever he grazes the rounded flare of his tip near your g-spot.
âYes-â Youâre nodding, âYes, please-â
âLouder?â
âYes, pleaseââ
Loud enough that it rings across all four corners of the heady chamber, saturated with sex. âGood girl.â And Toji snickers as he pulls your restless body once more down to his- and as if that wasnât enough, heâs craning his head down and blowing against your left ear. âA good girl thatâs gonna get fucked full of my heir soon.â
An heir.
An heir.
So that was what it was used for - not that you didnât know, or couldnât have guessed. But just hearing your husband himself utter the very words made your pupils shape into heart eyes.
Staring up at him lovingly.
Toji was pounding your cunt against the mattress as though he was furious at you- and the constant creaking noise almost made you embarrassed. It was proof that he was fucking you had and rough. That he was pinning you down with one ruthless hand and shovelling you with every inch of his thickened length, swervinâ the nerves of your g-spot. âEven they approve.â
Youâre snapped out of your dreamy little reverie, âWh-what?â
âEven they approve.â Toji cocks his head down at you with a smile, âAnd I donât give a fuck what they have to say about me- but if thereâs anything Iângh, am, itâs that Iâm a man of my word.â
âAnd soâŠ?â
But he merely glides his hand down your belly, feeling for that cute sensitive spot where Toji was rubbinâ your cervix raw. There was such an openly loving look on his face as he stared down at your body. âAnd so welcome baby Zeninââ Hyphenated with your familyâs last name.
Toji shudders as he fucks you.
To be quite honest, he didnât think that the thought of having an heir would affect him so much - he never has been one to be so hellbent on carrying the family name. Hell, heâd have been happy to take your last name.
But it was the vision of you all pregnant and plump and glowingâ
Now that could do something to a man.
And itâs sending a thrill across Tojiâs veins to see the tummy bulge he hammered into you, almost as if a little teaser for what was to come. He presses down on your stomach once more as he eases in and out, in and out. âGonna be the prettiest momma fâme, right?â Heâs grumbling out through his large canines, snarled as though he wanted to bite into that pretty lilâ throat of yours. âGonna suck Toji Zenin dry and keep all my cum inside that- ngh, pretty pussy? Sâthat what yer gonna do? Suck me dryâ?â
âY-yes-â
âLouder, darlin.â He interrupts you, âI need them to hear their madam.â
âYesââ
As a little reward, youâre getting Tojiâs fat thumb spankinâ down on your clit. He rolls the pad of it over and over that spot- âAnd the madam is gonna be the one overspilling niiiiight after night while I fuck you pregnant, right? Gonna be the one that wonât even be able to move once Iâm done with ya because youâre gonna be, mmm, too fucking full?â
âYes, please-â Your voice was barely a whisper. And Toji pinches your clit until you manage to raise your warbling tone.
âGonna be my poor baby with all that sickness, aw?â Heâs fauxing out a pout- one that makes you bite on his scarred lips. How rude. âDonât worry- Iâll massage those pretty feet of yours when the time comes, Iâll paint yer pretty nails, Iâll toy with that pussy- heh.â
âIs that evenâŠâ
âGonna be my bossy lady, arenât ya? Gonna order me around and make me get every pregnancy cravinâ ya want- as you should.â Heâs chuckling at the mere notion of it, so sweet on his brain. âGonna be asking me to fuck you all over again when those pregnancy hormones hit, huh? And thenâŠâ
âAnd then?â You eagerly ask.
He leans down to whisper - just for you, this time. Not any audience. âThen - if you want - Iâve gotta fuck you with our second kid all over again, huh?â
Your jaw drops.
But Toji continues - his hips and his fingers and his words. âAnd then a third.â He plummets his thoroughly swollen tip once more against your g-spot - so hard that it sets the crowns of your teeth on edge. âA fourth.â Another.
âShit-â
âAâŠâ Toji trails off, his dazed head raising blearily towards the sliding doors. âHow are we feelinâ about five kids, eh?â
Whatever they answer makes him smile.
âYou heard it, momma.â He gutturally moans, âMâgonna cum inside this cute cunt- fuck, mâgonna cum inside and pump you all fuuuuuull.â
Your heels attempt to find purchase on his sculptured back, and youâre kicking madly because of the sheer force of pleasure coursing through you - though, of course, to a man with Heavenly Restriction it feels like nothing but kitten punches. âT-TojiâŠâ
He smiles like he already knew what you were about to say, âYes?â
âToji, mâgonnaâŠâ
âCum, huh?â Heâs narrowing his sultry eyes down at you, âAnd do you think she deserves to cum?â
For a second there, you think heâs almost talking to you - and youâre wondering just what he was talking aboutâŠbefore the shuffling and murmurs from beyond the sliding doors catch your attention. âYouâre seriously asking themââ
âAh ah-â Toji hums, âThe council is in session.â
You couldnât believe your damn ears- and youâre getting lost in Tojiâs aggressive strokes for some time. Looooong and hard and driving your pupils into the back of your skull. Before Tojiâs hand suddenly comes slamming down atop your pussylips-
âAnd can ya guess what the council has decided for you, madam?â Toji grins from ear-to-ear, âHm?â
âI-I donâtâoh.â Heâs pinching your clit hard enough to make you see stars.
âTheyâve decided that you can cum.â
Hard enough to make you reach your high all at once.Â
Itâs shuddering through your body in waves, and you find your hips arching damn-near completely off of the bed. Toji has his cock stuffed in you deep and his fingers squeezing your clit through each throb of your high.Â
It was harder than the last one.
Mind-baffling.Â
Earth-shattering.
It was as if a warmth had flooded through your entire being, and Toji was only heating up the temperature a few notches with each probe of his cock. His flared tip swabs down the sides of your g-spot every single time - and Toji was more than happy to send your body twitching each time he did so.Â
More than happy to watch the waves of your high turn out to be splashesâ
You were squirting.
âHear thatâ?â He calls out breathlessly, above the liquidy noises emanating from between your legs. The volume of your sap clearly drenched your legs and left his cock soaked. Thoroughly soaked. âSheâs fuckingâoh, sheâsâŠâ He fucks you through your high with roughened grunts, âFuck- fuck.â
It left you salivating and unable to string together a full sentence- your arms wrapping tight around Tojiâs neck to kiss him. âWant it-â
âHmmmm?â
âWant you to cum inside me now, Toji.â Youâre begging up at him, batting your tear-stained lashes. Pulling him in even closer, âPlease?â
âCheh-â He snickers- though even through that smug demeanour, you could feel the animalistic flinch of his cockhead deep at your innards. He was unravelling as well. âIâm gonna cum in-haaah, inside you- of course mâgonna cum inside you, my wife.â
Toji funnels into you so hard that the crowned top of your head hits the headboard.
âGonna cum inside you and feel it in your womb-â Toji snarls out, his blushinâ tip starting to trickle out in something hot and gooey. âGonna give these needy walls of yours something ta really hold onto- gonna have her sucking me dry.â And you swear you could see tears glittering in his dark eyes. âGonna pump you so full that you have no option other than to- hah, overspill. But oh, donât worry, my madam, when you overspill your husband will be riiiiight here-â
You hiccup, âPlease-â
â-to fuck it right back in again.â
Itâs then that youâre really feeling the full force of Tojiâs high - because he empties out thiiiiick and miry ribbons of cum that puddle at the back of your pussy. So much of it. So much being poured out. They were just so sticky, with a salted caramel taste that you swear sizzles at the back of your throat.
Muscular back arching.
Eyes shuttering.
His heavy balls hitting your cunt with a thwack-thwack-thwack!
He digs his feet into the springy mattress and arches into you through each peak of his high, dragging his veiny cock right through it. Your velvety walls were just perfect to elongate the feeling of his airy sensation, and Toji canât help but let out husky groans as he gets lost in the feelingâfuck, he didnât even know that he could cum this much.
Trickling into you like honey.
Toji glides a hand down your front and feels for that little tummy bulge that was once there- now all bloated with his sheer white sap.
But itâs almost as if it was refusing to stop by this point, and Toji can only swat his ruby-red tip against the deepest depth of your cervix and thank her for taking it all. His eyes fluttering open and shut as he attempts to clear his damn mind.
Youâre biting down on your tongue, tears exploding behind your eyes. âSh-shit, it feels so good.â Pressing your lips to his scarred ones, so familiar now. âToji, you feel so good.â
He shivers.
âFuck, weâre gonna make a cute baby.â
BeforeâŠToji Zenin doesnât stop.
In fact, you learn that he doesnât stop - and you donât want him to - even past your second round. Your third round. Your fourth round. Your fifth round.
Toji might have had all those delicacies before him during your wedding reception, but it was here between your legs that he couldnât stop going back for seconds. Filling you again and again and again- it was by the sixth round that the bed frame had completely broken. And by the eight that heâd stopped taking you on the shattered mattress and fucked you on the polished wood of the floor.
Just two feet away from the sliding doors, your head was being pushed up and up and uuuuuup towards it. As he just kept on thumpinâ his rotund red tip into the base of your pussy until the sun started to rise.
Taking you on all fours this timeâdoggy style, with a mean headlock gripping your throat.
And the elders outside were slouched and fatigued, if their shadows were anything to go by.
And you yourself was just so sensitive-
âWhereâd you think youâre going, madamâ?â Youâre feeling Toji dragging you down into his beefy arms before you even understand his question - before you even realize that your feet had already planted on the wooden panels and had started to push off. It was as if your body couldnât decide whether you wanted to bounce up more into his ruinous length, or to bounce away for your own sanity-
He helps you make a choice - and that was by grabbing onto the column of your throat with his biceps and raising your muddled head up to his. Kissing you, âAre we sure itâs even taken, yet?â
âYesââ Youâre babbling out overâŠthe murmurs of a council that agreed immensely. They themselves were sure that their clan leader would continue until the end of time if possible. âYes, itâs taken- itâs-â
âBut are we- sure-â Each word punctuated by a thorough slash of his puckered pink tip.
He was so sensitive by this point that Toji himself was leaking his ivory sap out like no other- not enough space inside you for all of it. It froths down the middle of your cunt and creates such a gooey messââYes.â
âMmmm, well anything you say, madam.â Heâs humming out. Pussydrunk. âBut are we really-â
âToji Zenin.â
The clan leader shudders, âI love it when you do that.â He kisses you with a rather loud smack, âI love youââ
And he doesnât feel a shred of regret in the world for what heâs just confessed. Always wanted to confess.
âAlways have.â Toji swallows, looking deep into your dazed eyes. âAlways will- and I triedâoh, how I tried to get to you. But it was never enough. How I imagined holding you and loving you all these years butâŠbut I understand if you donât feel remotely the same, and if the councilâs distance b-between us has already changed your mind on-â
âToji Zenin.â He shuts up and looks down at you- only to be greeted by your smile. Head turned over your shoulder to keep staring at him. His own scarred lips turn up into a grin, green eyes twinkling. âCome here and kiss me, my husband.â
And so he wastes no time.
Murmuring into your mouth.
Pulling away for a split-second.
Raising his meaty thigh up and pressing the heel of his foot straight on top of your head- âShould we ask those damn old toads for baby names now?â
.
.
.
âToji Zenin.â
Youâd repeated, all those twenty years ago when you met him for the first time.
And for the first time, said Toji Zenin could feel his heart give a littleâŠlurch.
How strangeâhe clasps at his small chest through his yukata as he watches you leave for your mother with a final wave. How strange, indeed.
The door closes and a little boy with green eyes and a scar is left sitting in the darkness, hoping youâll visit him again.
.
.
.
The door opens.
What could buy a small apartment in Tokyo, barely the size of your closet, could buy an entire home in Hokkaido. Modest yet spacious.Â
With an arched doorway and the curious guest of vines growing down the side of the house,peeking its leafy little head inside in the presence of dim yellow light. A stone pathway zig-zagging through the foliage to lead one right inside. A roof the color of a pastel green that marked it out from the others around it. A plumage of flowers - roses and tulips and lavender - each lifted their head up at the rays of early morning sunlightâthis was why Toji had picked this place out.
It was somewhere no one would find you.
With enough space for three people.
You keep a hand on top of your growing belly and take in the scenery around you,as if a moving post card. After your wedding night, Toji had forgone what all the elders said and given you the choice on what you wanted to do in case of a real pregnancy. Taking you to the doctor to know every option in-depth. And, at the end of the day, wellâŠ
It hadnât been easy to run away from the Zenin clan - let alone burn their whole estate down. Carrying only with you your most essential belongings, your wedding dress, and enough money to last the two of you four lifetimes - but Toji still would insist on working.Â
It hadnât been easy.
But you had done it.
The both of you- you had done it.
And through your fingertips were still slightly charred from the remnants of ash and memories, you donât think youâve ever felt more free in your life-
A jingle of keys.
While you had been basking in the natural world outside, Toji had gone ahead and opened the door to your new home. Heâs staring softly at you from inside, smile crooked, large frame leaned against the door frame.
âWhat?â You ask him in slight amusement.
He shakes his head and quietly passes you the keys.
They were like any other - a set of glinting keys that had a little tag on them. It was one of those tags people attached to the schoolbags of their children (speaking of, was it too early to start looking into those now?) and at the top of its white face was writtenâyour name. First and maiden last.
And then Tojiânot Zenin.
RatherâŠ
You look up at him with glistening eyes, âYou took my last name?â
He nods, eyes slightly downturned. âI did- just before we left I handed in the paperwork.â Taking a long pause, âI apologize that Iâm no longer your Toji Zenin-â
Youâre cutting him off by throwing your arms âround his neck and pulling him in for an embrace. Toji steadies you easily, hands automatically then gliding down to your swollen stomach. âYou never need to apologize to me for not being Toji Zenin, my love.â
âI seeâŠâ Heâs clutching you even tighter, while the garden chirps around you two. Slightly choked up, âThat reminds me- we need to pick out a name for our son, too, huh?â
Ah yes- a day before you left, the doctor had confirmed that you two would be having a son. A little boy. An heir to the Zenin clan.Â
Those days, you just couldnât help but think of another little boy with the weight of being an heir on his shoulders, sitting alone in a dark room with a bleeding scar.
But now you smile, âAll in good time. Though I do have some ideas in mind.â Toji did, too, and you giggle as you think of the little notebook heâd been secretly writing down names in - one at the very top circled âMegumiâ.Â
âMhmmm.â Heâs looking at you with those eyes, green like the gardens of the Zenin Estate - but now green like the gardens of your home here. Toji looks so sereneâyou shouldâve known that your boisterous husband wouldnât let that tranquil air last too long.
His scarred lips lift up in a smirk, hand gliding across your pregnant belly. And you already know-
âTojiâŠâ
âHow about we start practicing for the second, huh?â
A/N. AWWWW I LOB HIM- feel like making a whole series for him now lowk.
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