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idollatry  //  hinata.

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hinata followed her to the bedroom after picking up her jacket. when he thought about it, it was probably a little embarrassing to be holding a girl’s bra like this. but this wasn’t just some girl. this was sayaka, someone he’d given his heart to a long time ago. he draped her jacket and bra over the arm of his chair, taking a step forward to meet his idol. i love you. the rock star stopped dead in his tracks. it wasn’t that he didn’t love her back... it just felt like saying it was too much, like it was too blunt or direct or just heavy. but he didn’t want her to feel ashamed of herself, or to decide that she didn’t want to be real after all. so what to say? he mulled over it for a second, moving in to tenderly brush some of her hair from her face. “...yeah. me too.” it was ultimately the same thing, and the admission made him flush a violent scarlet. hinata refocused on his lover’s body, so thin and perfect and desirable. it saddened him, actually. she was such a product of her industry. if she could be just a normal girl who ate whatever she wanted, who could have all the free time in the world to do what she was really passionate about... ...she’d probably have chosen this anyway. his heart thudded with utter admiration. he loved her. oh, he loved her. “can i... take off your underwear?” he felt a little rude even saying it, even wanting to do so this badly. he was even unconsciously running his tongue over his lips, his crotch throbbing with the anticipation of being able to touch her. his lower lip caught under his teeth before he let it go, an embarrassing sound successfully suppressed. “i... hhh... i want to touch you, if—if that’s okay.”

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idollatry  //  hinata.

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he and maizono had decided a while back that they were going to pretend they didn’t know each other. it wasn’t like they’d sat down and discussed it, but as musicians, they’d realized that if the public knew them as friends, it wouldn’t be too long before they started looking for signs of romantic interest. it was easier to just be someone who was in the class above her, someone who sang in a genre that a girl so sweet and pure would never listen to. they didn’t talk in class, and when she came to visit, it was always in disguise.

they were careful. hinata was careful. as much as he loved sayaka, he had to know how much her career meant to her, how much she trusted him to reveal such information. she knew him. she could tell he was honest, that he wouldn’t reveal scandalous information about her out of spite. she could tell that he wanted her to be happy above all else.

and he did. he’d just never thought that she would actually agree to something like this.

his cheeks were bright, his heart racing. “i... you know, you already are real to me, maizono.” as he talked, he carefully reached over to her shirt, fingers trailing underneath it, callouses drifting over her skin, up her sides, until he reached her bra. it took a few seconds of fumbling, but he managed to unhook it.

all at once, he felt like the breath had been knocked out of him, a powerful jolt of arousal kicking him in the gut. he was really doing this... he was really going to have sex with sayaka maizono, the girl of his dreams, the one he admired so much.

he wanted her with an intensity that made him dizzy. every inch of her, laid bare in front of him. he wanted her to arch into him and moan and clutch at his sheets. he wanted to run his hands over her smooth, perfect skin. he wanted to see her, not in a glossy photobook picture, but as she really was.

“here... let’s get you comfortable first. is the couch okay, or do you want to do it on the bed?”

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idollatry  //  hinata.

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hinata didn’t care if she’d done it before or not — or at least, he thought he didn’t until the shame of it made his cheeks flush. so she had... he wondered if she’d be comparing him to the other guys she’d been with. if maybe she’d laugh with her groupmates about it afterward. but... even if she would laugh at him... he still wanted her to be happy. and he still trusted her, because if she didn’t trust him, she would never have told him this. being as high-profile as he was, he could ruin her career in an instant. if it was her word against his... it was awful, but no one would believe her. it would ruin her career but it would barely scratch his own. “...no, i haven’t.” he laughed a little, self-conscious. “i actually... a part of me felt so dead whenever i talked to the fans that had crushes on me, even the pretty girls who would flash me onstage... i kind of thought i didn’t like girls at all.” it was hard to believe considering how focused he seemed now, his eyes still drinking in every inch of the idol’s body, as if he were trying to commit her to memory. “but then i saw you in the audience and it was like — love at first sight? ...maybe that’s a little cheesy.” he sighed, seeming to get lost in his own thoughts, voice distant and almost dissociated from his body. “i guess you know this from my music, but... most of the time, it seems like i can’t feel anything at all. music has been the way i access my true thoughts on things. and... and it’s the way i connected to you, too.” the rock star stepped back, only now sensing maizono’s trepidation. “are you — do you still want to do this? i know i don’t have any experience... so i might not be that good at it.” it was clear from his voice, his expression, just as blunt and honest as it always was — he wasn’t lying. he really didn’t think of the idol as anything but more experienced than he was.

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idollatry  //  hinata.

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hinata listened close, waited patiently for the idol ( his idol ) to finish speaking. he didn’t feel impatient, not even a little bit. he couldn’t imagine what she must have been going through. he’d been raised thinking that sex was a little traumatic, that it was invasive and uncomfortable. and as he grew up, started wanting it, he’d always felt guilty about thinking that way about others. because he didn’t want to hurt them. he didn’t ever want to hurt those he felt close to. and maizono... he definitely didn’t want to hurt her.

she’d been hurt enough. even if he didn’t know the details, he could see it in the way she lit up so genuinely at the smallest of compliments. like no one had ever seen her as a person. like she’d always been complimented on her appearance, or on her pure image, and not on who she really was, all the work she did behind the scenes.

in a way, he felt honoured to be the guy that did that. not that he ever wanted to inflate himself to that level of importance, but it was hard not to feel cocky when she looked at him with so much desire, when she was saying all these things that he knew she’d never say to anyone else. even now, he felt his body begging him to do exactly what she asked, to watch her gasp and writhe until she reached the height of ecstasy. he wanted to see it — the look on her face when she fell over that impossibly real edge. of course he considered that she might fake it to make him happy, but he resolved that he’d probably be able to tell if she did, and make sure he kept going until she was satisfied.

only then did the rock star realize he hadn’t said anything, that he’d just been staring at her, that he’d been staring at the bulge of his hand under her shirt, as if he couldn’t quite believe that all of this had happened. he tuned back in to the warmth radiating from her skin under his fingertips, let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “...of course. yeah, that’s fine.”

slowly, he removed his hand from under her shirt and began to undo the buttons on it instead, green eyes flicking up to hers to scan for any hesitation, any sign that she didn’t want to continue. “you don’t have to answer, but have you... done this before?” it wasn’t that he was jealous, or even that he would see her differently based on her answer — he just wanted to know if he needed to be extra-careful not to hurt her. after all, he’d heard that the first time hurt, not that he would know that. despite his image and popularity, this was actually his first time. if maizono knew that, would she laugh? he forced the thought away, continuing to skim down her chest, letting her top shirt slip off her thin arms and leaving her in her undershirt.

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idollatry  //  hinata.

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out of all the things the idol could have done in response to his confession, hinata hadn’t been expecting her to kiss him. it shocked him down to his core, a thrill raising the hairs on his arms and racing down between his legs. a soft breath — no, a moan — escaped him, disappearing down her throat. maizono’s perfect throat. even now, he was gentle, thinking about what they could do that wouldn’t hurt her in any way.

slowly, he placed his hands on her slim waist, trailing them both down the curve of her hips and stopping before he could touch anything else. he was a guy, after all, and she was exciting him way too much. but even as much as he tried to deny it, he was pushing her hips further into his own, groaning past their joined lips.

make me real, hajime. green eyes surveyed her, still assessing even as they were hazy with lust. his shoulders visibly relaxed at her touch, an adoration present in his expression even when he wasn’t smiling.

then, the rock star’s gaze was roaming over her body, trying and failing to hide the hunger behind it. “can i...” of course, his body was screaming for him to lie her down and take her completely, but the thought of doing that so immediately gave him pause. “what do you want me to do?” i’ll do anything. he bit the words back. “i just want you to be comfortable no matter what.”

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@idollatry  //  hinata.   🍆. a sexual fantasy about maizono.

“i...” there was something crawling semi-uncomfortably at the pit of his stomach — anxiety, maybe, or nerves, or maybe it was the underpinnings of lust he’d been trying so hard to ignore. maizono was obviously gorgeous, with the kind of appearance that so many guys across the country — no, across the world — could only dream of being able to touch. “when i... look at your photobook...”

he had bought it, after all, in a moment of weakness. he’d known that the business behind it was predatory, that she’d probably been so scared, felt so utterly violated. but in the heat of the moment that sort of logic always faded away, replaced with that searing electricity that lanced through him when he looked into her deep blue eyes. like there was a whole world underneath that manufactured persona. the girl who smiled at him and teased him, made jokes and giggled a little too forcefully to be put on.

“...i want to touch you for real. take your hand, take you out of the studio. i want you to feel something real.” his cheeks were burning, but he pressed on. he could feel his blood pumping, his body reacting just remembering how this fantasy had affected him on lonely nights prior. “i want you to... i want you to abandon that fake person your manager has you become, even if it’s just for a night. i want to see you. i want... i want to love you, every inch of you, as you really are. i want to write a song about it, and watch you touch yourself knowing it was you, only you, that inspired me. i...”

his voice dropped even further, a bashful tone creeping into his voice and across his cheeks. “i just want to love you the way you deserve. like a real person.”

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idollatry  //  fukawa.

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fukawa could feel it — that insane bubbling of lust in her lower stomach, blood circulating and moving in her body. getting her ready to respond to maizono’s advances. the author knew she’d fallen, but could she really accept it? fukawa couldn’t help but feel like it’d be easier to just push her away, to spew poison and pretend her skin wasn’t lighting on fire just from the scent of perfume, the curve of her smile. her... body...

no, no, touko! don’t think about it, don’t look at her! but as much as she screamed at herself, her cheeks remained bright red, her tongue tied in as many knots as her stomach. no, she wanted to say. but did she really want to say that?

“nnnh...” the sound escaped her, embarrassing, uncontrolled. her blood was on fire, her heart hammering in her chest. “i...” you can do whatever you want to me. the idol really could. she could touch touko all over and the author would let her. her writing had already been defiled with maizono’s influence — why not her body too? “y-you...”

fukawa couldn’t breathe. maizono’s eyelashes were so long, and she smelled so good, and she couldn’t stop staring at the gentle curves of her chest... something shifted inside her, a flood of embarrassment rushing to her cheeks once more. “a-anything’s fine...” a pointed finger jabbed close to maizono’s expectant face. “b-but don’t make a b-big deal out of this!”

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@idollatry​  //  ask.   “ “i really want to feel your hands on me” “

though fukawa had never made her sexuality unknown to others, being propositioned like this gave her some degree of pause. of course she could wax rhapsodical about romance, imagine the most beautiful of metaphors and the most caring of lovers. but real life had never been so kind to her. if her classmate really wanted this... it might end up going against everything fukawa had ever considered herself to be.

she was smelly. she was unlovable. she was depraved. she was worthless. and if it turned out to be that she weren’t all of those things, what could she possibly be? her writing would turn to filth and gutter, her love for another shining through her work at every turn. the sun would not be simply a sun, it would be the halo around maizono’s head.

fukawa couldn’t. ...could she?

“i-i--” stammering, eyes averted. no one had seen her naked besides her parents when she was a baby. fukawa had always wanted to bare herself to a lover, but only intellectually. she’d never considered actually taking off her clothes, actually being seen. and by someone as high-profile, as gorgeous as the idol... “y-you really expect me t-to touch you when... when...” flustered eyes roved over her classmate’s body. perfect in every way. a product of the harsh world of fame.

... when you have so many other, better people to choose?

“w-when you haven’t even d-done anything for m-me?”

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singamed  //  mahiru.

chiaki can feel mahiru’s hand creeping up her leg, and she subconsciously squeezes her thighs together, as if willing that hand to move faster. right now, her entire world consists of that one feeling… but she’s brought out of it when mahiru speaks.

she doesn’t give a verbal response. it’s all she can do to lean forward and kiss mahiru again, her hands still fumbling with the buttons of her shirt. it’s so hard to do from this angle, but she persists anyway. her lips crash against mahiru’s clumsily, her mouth open ever so slightly as she seeks that warmth.

finally, she’s finished unbuttoning mahiru’s shirt. chiaki deepens the kiss, her face flushed as her left hand inches up mahiru’s side. her skin is soft… she doesn’t break the kiss as her hand slides neatly under mahiru’s bra, cupping her breast. she breathes out. she wants to undo her bra entirely, but she’s hesitating, afraid to go too far.

“aha… tell me if i’m going too fast or too slow, okay…?” chiaki mumbles against mahiru’s mouth.

god, she is such a useless lesbian. mahiru’s breathing stutters as her girlfriend cups her in her hand; age-old insecurity about her size comes back to bite her, cheeks flushing redder with shame. but she manages to gasp, “n-no, chiaki-chan, you’re perfect,” into the kiss right before she opens her mouth wider, lets the kiss become more of an invitation for nanami’s roaming hands.

she’s a little nervous about actually trying to finger her. for now, she uses the heel of her palm, rubbing it methodically over the gamer’s panties, as if she’s kneading dough, but far lighter than that. 

or, actually... 

mahiru breaks the kiss. she moves her hand out so she can sit flush against chiaki, red-faced as she starts to slowly grind against her. it’s so slow, but it gets the blood circulating, her entire body feeling like it’s heating up. suddenly, her bra feels really uncomfortable. “c-chiaki-chan...” she manages. “t-take it off... please.”

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singamed  //  mahiru.

their lips connect with an electricity chiaki hasn’t felt before; her arms snake around mahiru’s waist, holding her close. her heart is shuddering in her chest, beating more and more rapidly. something inside her changes, and she withdraws her hands, bringing them up to cradle mahiru’s face. all the while she remains conscious of mahiru’s hand on her thigh, traveling upward, her touch making her burn with anticipation.

chiaki presses back, lips parting. she’s gentle, not forceful, as she holds mahiru’s face so she can kiss her more deeply. she wants to taste her, though she’s shy about it, pulling back slightly just to come at another angle. then she gets greedier, tongue poking out to swipe along the other girl’s lower lip. chiaki explores carefully, burying her fingers in mahiru’s red hair.

her hands drop again. they find the buttons of mahiru’s shirt, fighting to unbutton them from an angle she’s not used to. “…mmn…” chiaki breaks the kiss just enough to speak. “…is this okay, mahiru-chan?” she whispers. her face is still warm– she doesn’t think this blush is going away any time soon.

mahiru’s shivering under chiaki’s unsure hands, and she sucks in her bottom lip, trying not to make sounds that are too incriminating. that’s for later. right now, she lightly grazes her fingernail up the warm heat of her girlfriend’s inner thigh, hand hovering uncertainly between her legs. 

it’s so warm and she thinks for a second about pasting her mouth there, licking through the panties and making the gamer squirm and gasp. her hand is almost perfectly positioned to rub the both of them, actually... using her palm and fingers for chiaki and the heel for herself.

“y-yeah, this is perfect...” mahiru tries for reassuring and hopes her smile conveys that, but honestly she’s feeling a little unsteady. not because she doesn’t want this, but because she wants it to be perfect. she can’t let chiaki feel uncomfortable though, so she pastes on a little smile. “kiss me again?”

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