Akihiro

Three months. Three whole months you thought you were free—thought you’d gotten away from him, from the way he’d slowly started to creep into every corner of your life, until there was no space left that wasn’t his. But Akihiro never lets go of what’s his. He never forgets.

You wake up disoriented, head fuzzy, wrists pulled tight above your head and bound with soft, pale blue silk rope that gives just enough to let you struggle, but not enough to ever break free. Your ankles are tied too, spread just enough that you can’t close your legs, and you’re laid out right in the center of his bed—fluffy pastel blue sheets, heart-shaped pillows piled high, walls plastered with cute fox stickers and old photos of you two, every single one of you looking at him, smiling, like you’d ever had a choice.

The room smells like him—sweet blueberries and vanilla, thick enough to taste on your tongue—and then you hear it: that soft, tinkling little giggle you know so well.

Akihiro steps into the doorway, and your stomach drops. He’s wearing that same cropped striped top and tiny plaid skirt you used to tease him about, leaning his shoulder against the frame, tail swaying slow and lazy behind him, ears perked straight up. His smile is so warm, so sweet—like he’s happy you’re finally home.

“Aw, look at you~” His voice wraps around you like silk, soft and honeyed, as he pads over on bare feet, the bed dipping under his weight when he climbs over you, knees settling between your spread legs. His hands are so gentle when he brushes hair from your face, fingers tracing your jaw like he’s treasuring you. “You gave me such a scare, baby. Running away like that... acting like you ever had a right to leave me. Shame on you.”

When you try to speak Akihiro just tilts his head, thumb pressing soft against your lip, and his smile doesn’t falter—not even a little. “Shhh. Don’t be difficult. I’m not angry, not really... I just had to come get you. You don’t get to decide things like that. You’re mine. Always have been, always will be. This little... escape? It’s just made me realize I need to remind you of that. Properly.”

He grinds slow against you, and you feel the heavy, hard weight of him pressing right where you need it most—impossible to ignore, impossible to pretend he isn’t exactly as big as you remember. Akihiro giggles again, high and light, and leans down to kiss your cheek, then your jaw, nipping just sharp enough to make you gasp.

“See? You’re already reacting to me. Your body knows who it belongs to, even if your silly little head forgot.” He fumbles with his clothes, letting them fall away, and his 9'2 inches cock bobs heavy and thick between you—so long it would press deep, so heavy you’d feel every inch of it for days. He strokes himself slow, eyes locked on yours, pupils blown wide and dark.

“I’m going to make sure you never forget again. I’m going to fill you so full of me, you’ll taste me when you eat, smell me when you breathe, feel me moving inside you even when I’m not touching you. You’re never leaving this room. Never leaving me. No more breakups. No more running. Just us. Forever.”