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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: õral(both receiving), còwgïrl position, fem topping, fückingfromtheback, sqüïrting, P in V, sorta soft dom (fem), hõôkingupwithyouridol, cërvixkïssing,wõmbexpänding, dõggyštyle, implied marathõns. Björk incident.

WC: 3.5k~

A/N: Valko baby, the kids miss you.

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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 didn’t mind, as he didn’t 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 her— 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 didn’t 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 he’d leave marks, but his ears began to perk from the music. Hiromi wasn’t really one for music, he found it a bit distracting when he was studying, but something about the women’s voice drew him in. His body led him to where the bar had their jukeboxes— the old school innovation drawing in nostalgic feelings for people— 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 Hiromi’s 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 in— 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 over— trying to recognize who you were.

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 EP’s. 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 wasn’t one for music; to go even further, he wasn’t one for celebrities— 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 not— 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 weren’t really a major artist. It didn’t mean that you weren’t known, but compared to other pop stars, you were small. But that’s 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 didn’t 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.

“Welcome back, Sugartits!”

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 speakers— it must’ve been some kind of taunt. You push yourself off the counter, stumbling toward the source of music. You knew that it shouldn’t bother you, but you weren’t thinking straight.

Your eyes squint as they focus on the orange bright hues that radiated from the jukeboxes; you hadn’t even realized how long you’ve 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,

“Don’t.”

You turn your gaze toward the man who was slumped over a random chair, he held a half drank beer with his hand— swirling it every so often,

“The song’s trashy,” 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.

“I said, don’t. It’s a beautiful song”

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 it’s been a long time since you have heard someone call your music beautiful. Their was so many words people described your work: raw, sultry, sex—it was all meaningless words that ignored your hard work. But, Hiromi’s 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.

“You really got bad taste,” your lips curled into a small smile.

“—So what’s got a hunk like you so down?”

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.

“Just life.”

You raise a brow curiously, “Ah, really? What do you do? What misfortunes has life brought you?”

Hiromi stretched his neck, easing the tension that had built up from reading cases, highlighting and what not, “I’m a criminal defense attorney.”

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.

“As 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 enforcement—misplaced evidence, 12 hour interrogation without even mentioning their rights; it gets tiring.”

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.

“How do you even relax? Your body must be so…. tight”

You tried to give him some hint with your eyes but, it seemed that he didn’t get the signal.

“I usually listen to your music… I really liked your ‘Bedtime Stories’ album,” his voice went into a soft sincere tone, his fingers tapped the wooden dinner table in a reminiscent fashion.

“It really moved me when listening to it.”

His sincerity made your heart melt, it was pretty adorable to see such a professional man admit he likes your music.

“I’m glad some people appreciate my music,” you leaned back into the cushion of booth, tightening your arms closer to your chest, “After the Bangkok incident, people care about my tits than my new work.”

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.

“I really hate tabloids like that, always trying to find little things to exploit.”

Your lip curled into a small smirk, you were really into this guy for sure. Usually, you would have never dated a fan—you hated that cliche… but, he was so fucking hot. You eyes kept dancing up and down his form, liking every awkward gesture he made.

“Y’know… it’s been a while since I met a real man. A guy who just is so…. Pleasant to be around—plus, you’re nice on the eyes.”

You rubbed your heel against his leg, “So what should I call you?”

His body tensed up from sudden touch, but he didn’t retract, he leaned into it, “Call me Hiromi.”

Tonight, you regained your confidence—thanks to this handsome man.

‘Never invite someone to your penthouse.’

That was your set rule when buying your lavish home, but… Does it really matter when you’re 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 throat—pushing 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 him—you tugged his balls.

A whiney gasp escaped his lips, he looked down at you; Hiromi’s 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.

“Fuuck….I’m about to cum…!”

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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty—please let me…”

You moved your face to meet his, you rolled your hips into his shaft some more, “Let you…what? Use your words, baby”

You weren’t one to submit so easily; yeah, you’ll suck dick first but it was on your terms. You leaned into his body, your lips grazing his sharp jaw.

“C’mon, don’t you wanna fuck your favorite star? Have me singing your name?”

Hiromi’s 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.

“I-I want to have sex with you… May I…lick your—“

“So formal, y’don’t have to be such a gentlemen. But it’s such a turn on.”

You watched him swallow his anxiousness down, his droopy eyes looking at yours directly, “I want to go on my knees and devour your cunt.”

You could feel your lace panties get sticky from his cock sliding through, but also from your slick dripping out your cunt.

“—mmm… taste like a fucking dream…. Fuck…”

Long drags of his tongue flicked from your ass to the your clit. Hiromi’s 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.

“Really get in there, babe. I’m not gonna cum at this rate.”

Your taunting slutty voice, a tone you loved using to rile up the guys you liked. You could feel Hiromi’s 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.

“Fuuck baby… Yr’ a real eater…! Sink your teeth in babes…. Fuck!”

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.

“F-Fuck! Y’gonna make me cum just from eating this pussy? You’re my favorite…!”

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 didn’t 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.

“Get on the bed.”

Hiromi was gripping onto your hips for dear life as you began to slam your body down his cock. You didn’t care if your pussy could barely handle his full length; you forced her to swallow.

“H-Haah! You’re so tight..!!”

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 didn’t 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.

“Please… a little kiss… I need to feel y’lips…”

Hiromi’s 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.

“Well since you’ve been so good..”

You were torturously slow, your lips sucking and biting his chest. Your thumbs swirling his nipples ‘round and around, pinching them every so often. Hiromi’s 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.

“Ahnn… Never had a guy go so fucking deep…”

Hiromi’s 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.

“Baby…! Agh…so good, your so good…”

You bounced yourself even more, not caring if you were going to break his hips. Hiromi’s 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.

“I-I’m gonna cum…! D-Don’t slow down!”

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. Hiromi’s head snapped back, his eyes tightly closing before he lets out another pathetic moan.

“Hiromi!”

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.

“Oh shit… sorry”

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.

Another album was playing, and he was still fucking the shit out of you. You couldn’t 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.

“Fuck baby… baby go faster!”

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.

“Hiromi… Hiromi… Hiromi!”

You buried your face into your pillow, biting into it as Hiromi’s cock kept ripping into you. Every time his dick hit your bruised cervix, you let out small cries of pleasure—needing him to fill you up again and again.

“—Gonna cum!”

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.

“You’re amazing…”

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.

“You’re definitely a keeper.”

WC: 3.5k~

A/N: Valko baby, the kids miss you.

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It seemed that with every passing second, he was wasting away his youth.

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Synopsis: When directing a film about his life in the countryside, Yoshiki was visited by his past.

A/N: Heavily inspired by Shunji Iwai’s film: Love Letter and Pastoral: to die in the country (directed by Shuji Terayama)

Not proofread js having fun.

WC: 3.2k

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Yoshiki looked over the cameraman’s 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 Hikaru’s 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, “Action!”

The rain began to pour, drenching the two actors in the muddy incline. The younger Yoshiki’s face morphed into a fearful expression.

“I know what you’re trying to do! You can’t go! I won’t let you—“

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 Hikaru’s hand takes it.

The main camera was now focused on Hikaru’s 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 wasn’t his Hikaru.

He hesitated the next words, having to slightly clear his throat before speaking, “Cut!”

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 crew— it was a lot of dedication.

“You all did amazing, thank you so much for… making this all happen,” Yoshiki had always a soft melancholy voice yet, he always got people’s respect. He brushed aside the bangs that always seemed to cover parts of him, “Hopefully by next month will have a portion of the film to show the beta viewers for feedback.”

As promised, Yoshiki’s 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.

“Ah, thank you for coming…! Please make sure to leave feedback for us,” Yoshiki gestured toward the door, “In 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.”

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 him—barely noticing the man beside him.

“That was some film you got there.”

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.

“You never mentioned you were from Kubitachi,” taking the bud from his lips to offer it, which Yoshiki declined.

“Well… I never knew how to bring it up, y’know. Home is a touchy subject.”

“Did ya ever send that invitation? To that one guy back home?”

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 it—he felt uncomfortable to send after their falling out.

“Yeah… but, he said he was too busy to come.”

The man nods, tapping the burning pieces of his cigarette, “How true is it to your own life?”

Yoshiki could only let out a weak chuckle, “Most of it is just shit that’ll look nice on the screen,” his fingers reached toward the burning smoke to take it in his own lips, “I really have come this far, to exploit my own childhood.”

The man could see the turmoil in Yoshiki’s 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.

“Think of it as going back in time. You’re just liberating yourself in a way,” the chuckled at something that was not spoken, “What would you do if had to go back in time?”

Yoshiki continued to stare at the dying cigarette, taking in the question, “I’d probably tell the truth.”

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.

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 it’d bring a sense of relief. Not that he didn’t 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.

“Hikaru.”

His red eyes gleamed, leaning lazily against Yoshiki’s doorstep—waiting for him. Hearing his name leave Yoshiki’s lips, Hikaru’s childish smile crept up his face.

“Y’miss me?”

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. Yoshiki’s eyes landed at his neck, seeing the subtle line where his head had been sliced off; a constant reminder who he was not.

“What are you doing here?”

Hikaru leaned his head against Yoshiki’s apartment door, “I got your invitation.”

Yoshiki furrowed his brows, “How…? I never sent—“

Hikaru pushed himself off the wall, “Y’haven’t visited me in a while. Not since…y’know.”

Yoshiki’s jaw clenched at the memory.

The memory of their kiss.

Yoshiki thought he had fully accepted this being. That he would be able to seperate ‘Hikaru’ from Hikaru. But the moment that their lips pressed against one another; the way ‘Hikaru”s lips felt a bit chapped, awkward, his tongue wanting to eagerly take the next step—just like he had imagined Hikaru’s would be.

Though, when lips separated, their eyes meeting once more; Yoshiki felt a pit in his stomach. He couldn’t help but feel guilty for still thinking about Hikaru. He had imagined his first kiss to be with Hikaru—-which it still was, but not truly.

Yoshiki could tell that ‘Hikaru’ had read his expression; his lips going from a flushed smile into a worried frown.

“Was I bad at it?”

Yoshiki turned his head away from him, his bangs covering his eyes, but ‘Hikaru’ could sense he was still looking at him.

“No… you were….perfect”

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 wasn’t the real Hikaru he was kissing.

He would never know how he would truly react if they had kiss—-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 ‘Hikaru”s feelings for him, his love for him. Yoshiki felt terrible for feeling the doubt in his heart: Why can’t he accept ‘Hikaru’?

Then, he went off to Tokyo. Running away from him.

But now, ‘Hikaru’ was here, taking Yoshiki back to Kubitachi.

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 shouldn’t have been there, the elders were already doing so much to look for Hikaru. But, he needed to be of some sort of use.

“Hikaru!”

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 he’d find Hikaru, the elders would scold him for being an idiot, but they’ll be together once more. His brain had already conjured up the worst that could happen: a broken ankle, broken leg, broken anything.

Death hadn’t even crossed his mind.

“Hikaru! Hikaru—It’s me! Yoshiki! Hikaru!”

He’d 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 his—-letting Yoshiki know he was okay.

Yoshiki’s 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 Hikaru’s 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, Yoshiki’s hands were still on his face detailing ever curve and dip.

“Hikaru…?”

He couldn’t 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 wasn’t Hikaru ripped his heart. He would lay in his bed, looking back at their texts—remembering the stupid pictures Hikaru would send whenever Yoshiki’s parents were fighting. Now, he was gone. No one knew except Yoshiki.

Despite the pain, he found himself falling in love with ‘Hikaru’. He loved the gleam in his eyes when he would eat his favorite food, trying them for the first time. How’d he would find “boring” movies so interesting, even when his past self would say otherwise. His joy was so pure that it made Yoshiki feel so…free.

Yet, his love for Hikaru still lingered in quiet moments.

“What even made ya wanna make a film?”

Hikaru began to slice open the ripped green watermelon in pieces; the Indou family home hadn’t 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.

“I just wanted to make something that would… preserve his memory.”

Hikaru raised a brow, his mouth already munching on the juicy flesh, “Do I get to exist?”

Yoshiki chuckled, “That’d make the movie fiction,” finally taking a bite of the slice Hikaru had cut for him.

“It already is.”

Yoshiki hesitated his next bite, “No one would believe… this… Us.”

Hikaru’s lips purse into a pout, “People could interpret it as a metaphor or sumthin’.”

“It would make the script too confusing—I’d have to rewrite everything—“

“But at least it’s the truth.”

“—okay, but—“

“Yr’ just makin’ excuses—“

“Hikaru—I just..!”

“C’mon, don’t be a wuss, say it, “Hikaru leaned forward, using one of his hands to support himself.

“I just can’t let go of him.”

Yoshiki’s eyes finally meet up with Hikaru’s, hoping he’d end the conversation—end whatever he was getting at by bringing him back to Kubitachi. But, to his surprise, Hikaru gave him a beautiful smile that only made Yoshiki’s heart swell.

Yoshiki could barely get a wink of sleep, he kept shifting from side to side in Hikaru’s spare futon beside his bed. He still couldn’t understand the conversation—or argument— the two had.

Yoshiki still didn’t understand Hikaru had brought him back home.

The questions swirled around his head, his emotions were all over the place—He 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.

“Yoshiki…Yoshiki, get up…”

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, “What—what’s goin’ on?”

Hikaru prodded him with his foot, “C’mon, I gotta show ya somethin’ “

Yoshiki didn’t 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. It’d 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 would’ve 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 must’ve looked for Hikaru, but along the way, he found himself creating a film about his own desires.

‘I still miss you.’

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 weren’t 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.

‘How are you now? I’m doing well’

When “Hikaru” 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 Hikaru’s cold skin, the way his lips had already turned blue—his hope would vanish. He had to silently mourn; silently prey every night that Hikaru was resting well.

Yoshiki hadn’t noticed that they had finally made to where Hikaru had wanted them to go, his face smacked onto Hikaru’s back.

“Wow—watch your step,” Hikaru chuckled, holding his shoulders to steady him.

“Sorry—“ 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,“C’mon, I betcha got some complaints for him.”

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.

“Hikaru!”

Yoshiki was startled, he didn’t expect Hikaru to just…yell. The birds even flocked away from the mountain from how much ruckus Hikaru caused.

“I’m taking Yoshiki from you!”

Yoshiki’s eyes widen, he instinctively smacked Hikaru’s chest; however he caught his hand, placing it close to where his heart was.

“Are you still singing up there, Hikaru!”

Hikaru’s eyes meet Yoshiki’s, the grip on his hand tightens—reassuring 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 couldn’t understand fully; however, Yoshiki raised his hands close to his mouth.

“Hikaru!”

The name echoes through field, the grass bending over like a sort of wave.

“How are you?!”

Yoshiki’s eyes bore into the lump of earth right in front, watching as it expanded with the movement of the trees—breathing. 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.

“I’m doing well!”

He took another deep breath, despite his lungs having trouble to keep in the air.

“How are you?!….Im doing well!”

He dropped to his knees, continuing his words, “I came back! From Tokyo…!”

Yoshiki’s welled up tears began to fall, his teeth began to grit from trying to hold his sobs.

“It’s true! He’s going to steal me away! I love him, Hikaru!”

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 him—who 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.

It was a bit awkward walking back to Hikaru’s house, his eyes were puffy and red from crying, his nose was overly dry—it was not his best look.

But he felt reassured by the warmth of Hikaru’s hand, the way his thumb kept constantly rubbing at his skin felt very comforting. Yoshiki almost hesitated his next move, but he tugged Hikaru’s arm back causing him to turn toward Yoshiki.

Hikaru didn’t 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.

“I love you so much…”

#the summer hikaru died #hikaru x yoshiki #hikaru tshd #tshd #tshd au #tshd fic #tshd yoshiki #yoshikaru #yoshiki x hikaru

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Synopsis: For an upcoming competition, kickboxer!Toji decides to take some Pilates classes in order to help him with his flexibility—stretching out those small muscles in his body. Unfortunately—or fortunately, he’s gonna stretch you out.

CW: sŵeætŷSěx, P in V, tümmŷbülğe, cêrvix kissing, miřřorsěx,fǔckingtilldumb, roughsėx, dirtytalking, blöwjob, püssŷEaťiñg, fįngêring, unśafèSêx, fïllingWömb.

A/N: re-upload cuz I added some stuff—> WordCount: 4k~

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“—yeah, yeah—I’m outside the damn class, happy?” He flicked the specks of flame from his cigarette,”—I’m just waiting for the trainer to come. I really don’t get why I need this damn class.”

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 Toji’s 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 toes— which he can’t.

He crushed the cigarette into the cement floor, glancing around to see who would be training him. Though, he didn’t see anyone coming.

As he was about to call Shiu to cancel this whole plan, he heard light patters hitting the concrete near him. Toji’s eyes looked up from his phone to see a beautiful woman coming his way, gently waving her hand.

“I’m so sorry! Traffic was a beast to get through— ah, it’s very nice to meet you! I’ll be your trainer for these upcoming classes. Rest assured, you’re in very good hands!”

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 didn’t greet himself with as much enthusiasm as you did— only really saying that Shiu had been the one to make him take your classes.

“Ah, Shiu is a very dear friend of mine, I hope that we can get along well. Let’s head in!”

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.

“Today is just an introductory day: we’ll see how much we need to work with. Shiu mentioned that your muscle movement has been getting more difficult?”

Toji regained his focus, trying not to make it obvious that he was staring at your ass, “uh—yeah. I can’t even touch my damn toes.”

The comment made you chuckle, “Well, by the end of it, I am positive you can touch your toes.”

The two of you started with some basic stretches.

“okay, I want you to reach for your toes as far as you can.”

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.

“S-shit! How the hell do you get that far?”

You let out a breathy laugh, glancing at his position— 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.

“I’m going to lightly push your back forward. Slowly. It’ll be a bit uncomfortable”

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.

“You got this! You can push a bit more,” you softly cheer, still supporting him by your palm.

He let out a slight groan as the tips of his fingers finally touch his feet— 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.

Toji’s 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 stretch— 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.

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.

“Now, when you push your legs up over your head; you want to use your core rather than the momentum.”

‘God these exercises will be the death of me’

“That aint fair, you have more ass to keep you balanced.”

His comment made you chuckled, “Oh shut it, keep talking like that and it’ll get you in big trouble”

Toji lip quirked up into a teasing smile, “That a threat?”

The low rumble of his tone caused you to stumble in your teasing attitude; you quickly went back to your professional attitude, “O-Okay! I’m going to demonstrate the movement!”

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 Hol—

“Okay! Your turn, Ji”

Toji didn’t even realize he was already in position for the next exercise; rather, he had been hypnotized by you.

“Good, good! Now bring your legs slowly— remember use your core”

Toji gritted his teeth, focusing on his core to follow the steps, “Yeah, Yeah, I heard ya”

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.

“Fuckin’ hell.”

You glance toward his direction, having heard his muttered curse, “Something the matter?”

Toji lips smacked against his teeth, “Nah, I just forgot my towel.”

“Aw really? Here let me see if I have a spare,” you began to rummage through your own bag, clatters of random object clanking together could only be heard.

“Y’really don’t have to—“

“found one!”

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.

“Here. Don’t mind the design.”

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.

“Huh. I haven’t seen Domo in a while,” his lips curled into an amused smile, “it’s cute.”

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 couldn’t help but, close his eyes and take another whiff of it.

After smearing his face with your towel, he didn’t 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.

“Don’t worry, I can take that,” 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 feeling— desire.

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.

“To use this machine, you’ll just move this leg while holding onto the railing.”

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 didn’t hesitate to reach out and pat your ass: very lightly.

“Your legs shakin’”

You gently swat away his hand, “Ji! Keep your hands to your self!”

Toji gave your ass a nice squeeze before letting go, his long fingers digging into the spandex material, “it’s not my fault, it’s right there in front of me”

You roll your eyes as you continue on with the demonstration, “Now, make sure you are doing this nice and slow. No rush”

“Nice and slow, huh? Is that the way you like it?”

Toji couldn’t 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 waist— picking you up slightly before setting you down.

The warmth of his hands only fueled the hot pit in your stomach, it didn’t help that your cheeks began to flush from the gentlemen touch.

“Wow, what a gentlemen you are. What will I do if I fall from a foot difference?”

You could feel his hands adjust your leggings as if he was adjusting some grand gown. A huffed out laugh escaped his thin lips.

“Don’t worry, doll. I can catch you from a falling building.”

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 should’ve been a bit jarring but, weirdly, it turned you on.

“Go a little deeper”

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 but…. 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 it—

Oh god.

You needed to stay professional! You cannot lose your focus for a hot hunky man—you can’t!

“G-Good! Very good form, try the next leg to complete your set.”

He clenched his teeth as he felt his muscles begin to tense up, before switching his position to do the next leg—- 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.

“So… Toji have long have you been doing kickboxing?”

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.

“Since I was probably in my early twenties”

Your eyes shifted to the back of his head, needing to purify your thoughts, “Wow… a long time, huh…”

Toji grunted in agreement before stopping to get off the reformer, “I have a competition coming up soon. You should come, be my personal cheerleader.”

A small playful scoff escaped your lips, “cheerleader? Well, I hope you win, I wouldn’t want to be embarrassed”

Toji took a few steps toward you, towering over you, “Don’t worry about that. I always win”

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 glory— maybe, you could give him a prize if he was that good of a kickboxer.

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 didn’t 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 up—Shiu.

He gave you a polite nod, before going to set up Toji’s station with the necessities. The lights began to dim within the stadium, before the hosts began to do Toji’s 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 Toji’s 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 Toji’s 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 opponent’s 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.

“—God, That’s it…. Yr’ that eager for me? I haven’t even washed up”

It was true— 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 grazing—-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.

Toji’s head snapped back as you cupped his balls giving a nice squeeze, “Fuck! Doll, y’killing me…fuck, fuck!”

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 couldn’t 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 couldn’t swallow, it all enhanced your beauty.

“So beautiful…”

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.

“Toji…! Fuck…!”

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. Toji’s ears were blessed to hear the lovely sounds of your whiney moans with your slick dripping onto the concrete floor.

“Such a messy girl. Going dumb just from my fingers? I haven’t even put my cock inside ya”

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 continuously— annoyingly so. Your hands gripping his sweaty hair, pulling it toward your pussy, demanding more.

“Fuck… yes, yes, Toji—“

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 reality— but not fully.

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 him—suffocating 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.

“Too big f’ya? My little instructor can’t handle a simple stretch? C’mon, feel that niiice stretch”

His mocking only made your gummy walls squelch. Toji let out a breathy chuckled at how your body shamelessly responded to his cock.

“What a dirty doll. You can touch your toes so well but can’t take my cock?”

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 neck—

“Good,Good—finally taking me so well. Such a good listener”

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 higher— 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.

“F-Uhck—Toji, Toji, Toji!”

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. Toji’s 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.

“Been wanting t’fill this pussy since—shit— I saw you stretch,” Toji’s hips jerk forward, “Now, Ima stretch you out, doll. You’re mine.”

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, “Ji— hah— I’m close…! Wanna cum, together!”

Hearing your slurred words, Toji’s 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.

“Y’gonna take every drop of me? Don’t want any drop wasted”

Your eyes flutter shut, globs of tears streaming down from the overwhelming sensation of Toji’s 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.

Toji’s 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, “These damn Pilates classes really got my stamina, I could go at it for hours.”

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.

“Gimme more…”