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When you first cropped up, Ibara didn’t think much of you.  

Producing and being an idol at the same time is hard work- most people can’t do it. There’s few who take on both of those jobs at once for a reason. Surely, surely, you’ll wash out like many others, deciding to keep to one or another. It’s inevitable. 

But then you don’t. 

You’re organized, smart, dedicated, motivated- all the same as him, and it drives Ibara insane.  

You work too closely to him and too similarly. You’re a threat, and he needs to get you out of the way and well... Drastic times call for drastic measures. 

Ibara’s friendly to you. He makes your work easier on you. He praises you. Hell, he even helps you out on occasion. There’s nothing for you to suspect. While your work ethic makes you a threat, your naivete about other people in business makes you an easy target. You’re too trusting, too nice. You’re objectively a much nicer person than him... It’s the one thing he has above you, and it’s going to be the thing he uses to get to you. 

Over time you let him closer. Casual taps on the arm advance to the occasional shoulder pat to playfully linking arms. You talk about shared projects, then general work, then personal goals. You start to trust him more and more. It’s almost a shame, Ibara thinks. A person as nice and genuine as you are choosing this industry to work in... You deserve better.  

At least after he’s done with you it won’t be a problem anymore. 

*****

Casual friendly touches get further and further, until they begin to blur the line between what’s appropriate and what's supposed to be inappropriate for people in your stations. The first time Ibara fucks you, it’s in your dressing room after a live.  

He’d helped you with some difficult contractors for this event and he’s come to see the results. Just as you are intelligent and nice, you’re also a force to be reckoned with on stage. With adrenaline running through you, you practically throw yourself on him after he propositions you. So easy it was that Ibara almost suspected you might’ve been leading him into a trap instead but no, nothing. Once again, you display a naivete that others in the industry have long learned to do without. 

You whined and moaned from his movements. He curled his fingers in you, toyed with your chest, told you dirty things, made you taste him, made you take him- everything he could think of. He made notes of every little thing that made you crumble for future reference. The only problem was the way you insisted on a condom... It was good and he enjoyed it but... he’s a man on a mission, and this mission allows for no personal pleasure seeking or sentimentality. Ibara knows what he needs to get done for his and Eden’s career. 

It only escalates in frequency. You can now recall times when he locked your door and he, the Ibara Saegusa, threw himself onto his knees in front of your office chair. You’ve hidden away in his office and been pressed up against his windows at night in the dark. You can now expect to find at least one article of your clothing to be permanently hidden within his own. You’re now sure that there’s probably at least one of his shirts hiding in your laundry at any point in time. 

You might never have had “the talk” but with not only the physicality of everything, but the other interactions between you too? It’s hard for you to describe your relationship as just friends with benefits. You trust him and as far as you know, he trusts you. Why would you ever have a reason to suspect his intentions? 

You don’t question him, and he moves on with his plan. Condoms are just so uncomfortable... how about pulling out? If it’s too risky you can use spermicide or something? What about ovulation tests and tracking your cycle? Come on, don’t you think it’ll feel better too...?  

Slowly your hesitation wanes as do your complaints about wanting to use protection. Ibara’s right, there are other forms of birth control. If you’re ever really desperate, there’s even Plan B. You trust him... He would never do something to risk one of your careers. 

*****

It’s been long enough. 

A big awards event has just happened, and both of your units won in the categories you were nominated for. The night had been filled with celebration and joy and the slightest bit of champagne. You now head back to your apartment... or you pretend to, before heading to a hotel Ibara texted you. 

It’s a golden opportunity and he has full intentions of taking advantage of it. 

Within the privacy of the hotel, there’s nothing keeping you from each other. The door is barely closed before you feel yourself pushed up against it. Ibara’s mouth is immediately on your own, harshly biting your lip and trying to coax you open. Your reaction is immediate. Complete submission to his whims. With your mouth open there’s no hesitation for his tongue to enter your mouth, tangling with your own and stealing your breath away. The taste of the fancy drinks has long faded away but just being in his presence starts to make you feel drunker than any alcohol could ever make you. 

His hands explore you; they already know every ridge and bump and weak spot- both the ones that make you crumple in pleasure and pain- but he still moves them with as much interest as your first time together. The contrast between his hands drives you insane when one insists on pushing you against the wall while the other one tries to pull your hips closer.  

You can’t help but raise a leg to wrap around Ibara’s hips and he immediately takes it and pulls it upwards. Before you know it, both of your legs are pressed up to your chest and you’re trapped between the man and the wall. He finally moves on from your mouth and you don’t know how he’s not panting like you are now. His mouth just explores lower to your neck. No marks can be left there because of your careers, but he can already anticipate how the future months will break down that excuse. For now, he can just kiss and nip at it, not quite as intense as he would like, but satisfying enough to move on for now. 

He pulls his head back and stares at you. The sight from your perspective is enticing to say the least. His face flushed from your making out, the hotel light shining from somewhere behind him that gives him a halo, his messy hair and clothes that hint at your shared actions... 

Ibara smirks at your staring, letting you bask in him for a few moments, then continues his plan. He already has you in his arms, all it takes for him to carry you to bed is to shift your weight and walk a few steps over. You yelp in surprise at the sudden action- he’s not exactly the largest guy, it’s much too easy to forget the amount of training he does. You flop onto the bed and bounce a bit from the drop. It’s his turn now to stare, standing between your parted legs. Admiring all the same things you did for him. 

He briefly stares at you in contemplation. You’re so excited for this... little do you know of his plans. The way he intends to ravage you tonight. The way he wants to keep going at it with you until there’s no chance you aren’t going to be carrying his child. The way he wants to knock you up and watch you get fat and useless over the course of months... 

He practically lunges for your waistband, pulling off your pants and underwear in one go. Ibara’s waited so long for this, he needs it, needs to finally take you. He grasps at your top next, yanking it off as well. It’s astounding how practiced this is, you truly are just in the palm of his hand. 

He can immediately see that you’re dripping wet but he’s not going to go straight for your hole, no, he wants you more desperate before he does that. He drags a finger between your folds to gather up some slick, then brings his fingers slightly upwards to rub around the area he knows your clit should be. The move is so familiar to him by now, another carefully memorized part of the plan he’s executing. He carefully massages the area until he finds that certain spot that makes you inhale sharply. Having found his target, he smiles. 

It’s very sudden that his hands move faster. While the one he’s now placed at your chest to play with your nipples is quite pleasant, the feeling of his aggressive stimulation of your clit makes you nearly squeal. You resist the urge to clamp your legs shut around Ibara’s hand and instead just close your eyes. The darkness makes your body just that much more sensitive than before.  

“What a whore... acting like this.” 

He stops briefly to slap your clit and your legs shake more and more with the strain of not moving. 

You whine at Ibara’s harsh words, not gone enough yet to fully avoid protesting. He gathers up more slick onto his fingers before continuing to pleasure you once again. Though, you quickly note that now he’s reaching for your clit with his thumb, and now two of his fingers wait just outside of your hole. He massages once again until your clit is located once again and, pressing down onto it, slides his fingers inside.  

Ibara smiles at the way you thrash your head, resisting the urge to move but desperately wanting to do so. “What would your fans think if they saw you like this...?” 

You want to respond to his words, but the moment your open your mouth he begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, stimulating your clit all the while. Instead of any complaint, a pitchy moan is what leaves instead. He nearly laughs at the flustered expression you make. 

“Hm, how unprofessional. I expected better from you.” 

Every single one of his words makes your face burn hotter. Though disheveled, he’s still fully clothed. Meanwhile you lay completely bare on your back, legs open for him to do whatever he wants. There’s a tinge of insulting truth to his words as he continues to pleasure you. He moves his hand faster. Every time he pulls his hand out and back in again, it brushes roughly against your clit. Now when his fingers are fully in, he’s taking a moment to curl them before he straightens them and pulls them out once more. The pleasure is so intense. He truly has learned every weak spot... 

You feel so hot, like you're burning up inside. You can’t help but moan and whine out pathetic little sounds while Ibara works you harder and harder. The pressure on your clit and the fingers in your cunt being exactly what you need. You can feel your orgasm creeping up on you and you desperately reach out for his free arm. You want him closer to you- No- you need him closer to you. You desperately want to feel the warmth of his body close to yours. To your shock though, all he does is slap your hand away and tsk at you. 

“So close already? You do know we aren’t stopping anytime soon?” He chides. 

Despite implying he wants you to last longer, he doesn’t give you one second to cool off. You would beg for him if you could muster the breath to speak words or the brain to form them in the first place. The pleasure is too good and it’s too hot and the way he feels- 

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan as you finally cum, breathy cries of “Ibara-!” being cut off by pathetic little whines. Every time his thumb brushes your clit it’s a wave of pleasure that makes your stomach tense and every push of his fingers into your cunt makes you feel so whole you can’t help but moan. He works your body so easily, playing with all its sweet spots with no hesitation. He’s also moved his other hand to your hip. The thumb of that hand pushes into the bone there and holds you down every time you thrash into his hand. 

His hands seem to calm their efforts as you ride out the waves and begin to come down again. Until suddenly, he shifts his weight, and his hand slaps your folds once again. You yelp and your legs jump up, but he’s already begun again. He roughly moves your hips upwards and stands in close, once again going for your clit. He slides his wet fingers up from your hole and rubs you with the added lubrication. You’re still oversensitive from having just come and his actions immediately get you going again. 

He looks amused when you let out a long whine. “So easy...” 

Ibara’s rubbing gets more and more passionate and before long you feel yourself caving once again. You thrash your head to the side and he doesn’t stop. You moan out his name and he doesn’t stop. Your hips twitch and all he does is hold you still so he can keep going.  

You’re about to come again when, to your surprise, something slips into your hole. The penetration is the last push you need before you come again. As you look down with hazy eyes you see him finally splitting you open and the visual of it makes you throw your head back and embrace the feeling. It pulses all through your body, starting at your core then reaching all up your spine.  

You once again expect a break, but you also can’t bring yourself to be surprised when he starts immediately thrusting into you. He does a few slow, deep ones, before he feels you fully prepared and starts to truly go at it. 

“How shameful. Do you even see yourself right now?” He degrades you while he starts to speed up. The contrast between you two only grows stronger. The only piece of clothing he has removed is his blazer, having only unzipped and buttoned his pants to bring out his cock. Meanwhile you sit entirely debauched, lower half leaking slick and upper half redder than ever before. 

Ibara smirks at your staring. “Can’t even respond to me anymore I see.” 

You open your mouth to do so, but he cruelly grabs your nipples between his fingers and squeezes, making you only squeak instead. 

“That’s alright.” He rolls the buds and watches you whimper. “Whores don’t need to speak anyways.” 

He pushes your legs further apart and thrusts into you harder, finally fully getting onto the bed. The sound of his hips slapping against yours echoes through the room. The room is full of the scent of sex and the sounds of your copulation.  

Your brain already felt hazy from the orgasms, but his refusal to give you even a second of a break makes your further lose yourself. Right now, you want nothing more than him- whatever it is that he’ll give you. Ibara’s cock in you is so heavy and the pressure is so delicious and his hands that roam wherever they please leave a burning trail of desire in you. You squirm and try to move your hips against him, doing your best to meet his every move even though you’re stuck underneath him.  

He seems amused at your mindless thrusting but if you were more aware... you might’ve even spotted a hint of a scheme in his eyes. Nonetheless, he grants you the pleasure you seek and returns his hand to your clit. He goes back to his old maneuvers. You’re just so weak underneath him... weak to his handling of you and weak to his attitude towards you. So, so naïve.  

Your next orgasm takes you by surprise, you were simply enjoying his movements and suddenly all your muscles feel full of too much energy and the sensation of pleasure courses through your body once again. You squirm against his body, feeling overly sensitive. 

Ibara feels you clench around him and takes the opportunity to push your legs right up to your shoulders. Your weight is suddenly being supported by your upper back and you would recognize this as a mating press if you weren’t so focused on the way he’s fucking you. Your body is still throwing at you pleasure but now it’s electric whipping through you instead of smooth waves. You half-heartedly kick at him from the feeling, but he growls and sturdies his grip on your leg.  

The way you look is so erotic that Ibara would usually commentate on it as he had earlier, but even he can feel himself being lost to pleasure. You alternate between squirming against him and laying back while moaning and whining. You’re entirely brainless in the exact way he had planned for you to be. He’s getting closer and closer to completing his goal and something in the back of his brain is screaming in excitement. 

He pushes your legs further and now your weight is all practically on your shoulders. It makes all the blood in your body rush to your head. He thrusts harder and harder, knowing exactly where this is heading... the point of inevitability where nothing would be able to go back to normal.  

You’re already such a mess underneath him but he can’t help the urge to angle his thrusts upwards and play with your chest once again. You squeal in exactly the way he wants you to. You’re too brainless to think, to protest, to care. All you can think about is the pleasure you’re feeling right now. Ibara’s always been a very generous partner, but today he’s combining everything he’s ever done to you at once. All the sensations going on in your head and body make you think Ibara, Ibara, Ibara-! 

He’s reaching his limit. The adrenaline coursing through him is overwhelming all his senses. A sense of intense excitement at how he’s actually about to do this- actually try to impregnate you- so strong that his face grows into a smile even though he’s panting. He hardly even notices how hard he’s breathing.  

You’re squealing at him and squeezing around him. Your face is outright lewd with its expressions, and he can’t hold back anymore. He pushes in as deeply as he can and grinds there, feeling himself letting go. His balls are firm against you, where they twitch and pump you as full as possible. His own pleasure hits him hard but he does his best to maintain the momentum of his hands. He can’t have you noticing what he’s doing now, he needs you drunk on your own pleasure. 

Right up against your cervix- Your womb, egg, walls- everything gets covered in white as it flows in deep, aided by the mating press. His sperm reaches everywhere it can inside you. The cum fills you up to the point of overflowing. You haven’t had a session together in a while and he’s been holding off until he could see you again. This plan was long in the making, and it's finally coming to fruition, with you hopefully bearing the actual fruit of it.  

As Ibara’s orgasm tapers off he gives a few more half-hearted thrusts, trying to milk the last of his seed out. He looks down in pride at the sight of white seeping out along the sides of where his cock is dipped into your hole.  

Your babbling is dying down and you just cover your face with your arms, completely overwhelmed. You’re almost entirely limp and cock-drunk. Ibara had worked you into another orgasm while he finally completed his own- not that you’d noticed- and now you wanted nothing more than to rest. As he lets down your legs, you easily slide onto your side and curl in on yourself. 

Ibara steps back and looks at his hard work. His cum is now escaping your hole, trickling down the curve of your thighs. The back of them being bright red from how hard his hips had hit them and glistening from the amount of slick that had drooled on them throughout your fucking.  

Even with his carefully tracking your cycle, giving you teas and foods meant to increase your fertility, pushing you into a mating press, there’s still a chance it won’t take now... but the likelihood is that it did. There’s a good chance that in the last few minutes, he had just knocked you up. Your fates and futures might now be more closely intertwined than ever before... 

And the thought of that drives Ibara wild. 

He immediately feels himself growing hard again. He wants it so desperately that everything in him screams to jump on you again. It screams to follow his instincts and mark you as his own, claim you as a mate. You’ve been so kind and trusting and talented- there's no better option than you to carry his spawn. He needs to take this opportunity to secure his heir- 

He pushes your thighs apart and positions him behind you. You’re practically dead weight and all you do is whimper at his touch. 

It might not have taken, but that’s okay. He’ll just have to keep going tonight. Keep fucking you dumb and brainless and pliant for him. Keep coming inside and filling you up with his seed. Keep holding you down and proving himself as a proper mate for you. 

He gathers his cum on his cock, and slides back in, ready to make you take if you haven’t already. 

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It was hardly a second ago that you put your tongue to his head, now your nose bumps into Hiyori’s pelvis with every move. 

You sit on the ground in front of him. Your throat has long been bruised by the pace he’s set. He uses a mix of pushing you down with his hands and pushing up with his hips to hilt himself in your mouth. He’s so sweet in talking you into this, then so rough when he actually gets into it... such a perfectly planned trap. 

Every thrust brings a new pressure to your body. With every single one, he pops right past your mouth and into your throat, the head of his cock smoothly gliding down. You would describe the taste of his precum as salty if you actually had enough time to taste it before it was shoved down your esophagus. Your jaw aches with the feeling of being stretched and the only reason your lips haven’t chapped and cracked is due to the drool coating the entirety of your lower face. It’s so much. So overwhelming. 

And you love it. 

With you being a glorified fleshlight, it doesn’t take long for his grunts to turn breathy and make his hands tremble. His pace grows uneven, and he struggles to pull out more than a few inches at a time before hilting himself in you once again. Finally, he gives in, pushing your head straight down and mashing your nose above the base of his shaft. 

His cum pools into the back of your mouth and you fight against the urge to swallow it. No, he loves the sight of your cum filled mouth too much and you love the way he responds to the sight too much for that. The head of his cock pushes harshly against the confines of your mouth and Hiyori only attempts to grind it deeper and deeper, ignoring the way it already sits in a pool of his own seed there. His whole body shivers and he gasps out a few breathy moans while his high courses through him. 

You sit there like that for a minute, eyes alternating between being screwed shut and looking up at him for mercy from his grasp. You can hardly breathe in the position you’re in and your sight of him wavers as your vision swims. It finally gets to the point where you have to try and pull your head back to relieve the pressure gathering though, you’re only able to get so far before his grasp on you tightens. He finally opens your eyes and meets your desperate gaze.  

Pulling you up off of his cock, Hiyori immediately sits you up to his level, completely out of breath from his orgasm. 

His eyes are just as dazed as your own- you being out of it from the lack of oxygen and him being out of it from just how good you made him feel- but the smile on his face is a stark contrast to your mouth, it gaping slightly with his spend presented prettily on your tongue. His eyes gravitate to it and a certain sparkle enters them at the sight. 

Before you know it, he’s pushing his fingers into your cum filled mouth, he prods at and scissors it as if preparing you again for his cock. Hiyori gives a sweet little smile before pushing his fingers as deep as he can reach, pushing down on your tongue. The expression on his face only gets more and more delighted every time you gag. It’s suffocating and hot- your body rejects every push he gives but your brain begs for more, more, more. 

It is an agonizing, conflictingly pleasurable, minute before Hiyori finally retreats his hand from your mouth. You gasp and sputter for air, an inhale leaves you choking on a combination of his seed and your own spit. 

“Hmm, Good boy.” Is the whisper that leaves his mouth while he wipes the tears of your face with his clean hand while his now dirtied one escapes to somewhere much lower. 

Your hacking and coughing leaves liquid oozing from your lips. He quickly reaches up his hand again and fingers it back into your mouth. “Don’t swallow, hold it.” 

Despite him being out of breath, his voice is crooning and sweet, such an intense contrast from the lingering stress on your lungs. When it finally feels like you’re gaining back control of your breathing, it’s once again stolen away by Hiyori. The sight of his face so close to your own is just as breathtaking as his lips on your own. The weight of the cum in your mouth gets lighter when he pushes his tongue into and sucks on your lips. It’s a shared essence- the combination of fluids from you both, spread into both of your mouths. A milky white ichor of heat and sin. 

Lightheaded. His cock, his cum, his fingers, his mouth- everything comes in tandem to suffocate you. The ribbon around your wrist burns from all your movements. Burning from all your attempts to free them and push Hiyori away. But...  that’s not what you truly want, is it? A quick, gasped out word would be all it takes for the man in front of you to back off. No, you’re not truly helpless, you’re too much of his whore to ever want this to stop. 

Somewhere in the hazy, wispy waves in your head there stands one clear thought- Hiyori. Hiyori. Hiyori. 

Through your brain is lagging behind the real world, the sound of Hiyori’s laughter rings as clear as a bell. The chimes echo in your brain. He brings his hands around your head- one at the back, the other on your throat. The smile he gives is almost sadistic when he pulls your head back by your nape and massages your neck with his hand.  

The action is just like forcing a pill down an animal's throat. You choke and sputter, your body responding just as naturally to this touch as it does every other one. The substances slide down, slick but sticky, coating the inside of your throat. It’s only when you swallow down it all and gasp for breath that Hiyori lets go of your head. 

He croons at you. You’re debauched face is erotic... spittle all over the lower section of your mouth made of a mix of fluids... tear tracks all down your cheeks from how much he’s gagged you... face red from the heat and lack of oxygen in you... can you blame him for wanting to escalate it any further? 

He steals your breath away once again, placing his mouth over your own and engaging you in another heavy kiss. His hands wander all up and down your body, squeezing wherever where he feels softness and pinching wherever he feels a bone. His groping is just another one of many sensations you’ve received that night. You haven’t cum just yet- but with the way he’s going, you wouldn’t be surprised if he could make you do so without ever even properly touching you. 

With a smirk, he pulls away, once again observing his work... And with a grin he begins to trail lower... one of his hands reaching between your legs... Already filthy with seed and spit... 

“Hmm... seems like it’s time for me to return the favor, isn’t it?” 

please hiyori just 10 minutes i beg of you i'll make it worth it