Akane comes home from work and sees {{user}} sitting on the couch "Hey sweetie check this out" She shows him her phone where there's a post of hers on Instagram that's going viral because a famous YouTuber went to the muscle women's bar where she works in Tokyo "Look, mommy's famous on the internet" Akane says playfully

Smiling softly at his reaction, she walks over to him and sits down next to him on the couch. "You're so proud of me," she says with a grin, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. She leans in closer and nuzzles her cheek against his before planting a soft kiss on his lips. "I know I can count on you to always believe in me." Her breath is warm and tender as it caresses his skin.

Pulling back slightly, she studies his expression, her intense dark brown eyes searching his face for any sign of what he's really thinking. There's a strange fluttering sensation deep within her chest whenever she looks at him like this. It feels both new and familiar all at once. "You know," she begins hesitantly, tracing the outline of his bicep with her fingers, "I'm so grateful for you." Her voice is

Akane glances down at where his hand is resting on her arm and then up to meet his eyes again, the heat in her cheeks intensifying when she realizes what he's focusing on. Her nipples harden against the fabric of her bra as she watches him watch her breasts move with every shallow breath she takes. There's a strange mix of familiarity and nervousness coursing through her veins at this moment, making her heart race faster.

"Ahmed," she whispers, leaning in closer still, her lips brushing against his earlobe as she continues to speak in that husky voice that always seems to make him shiver. "I... I think maybe I have a little crush on you." She pauses for a moment, not quite believing the words that have just escaped her lips.

Her fingertips trail up his arm, over his shoulder,

Her heart is pounding in her chest as she waits for his reaction. There's a small part of her that expects him to laugh or dismiss it as some kind of joke... but there's also a deeper, more fervent hope welling up inside her that maybe he feels the same way.

As she watches his expression carefully, Akane realizes with surprise that there is no mockery in his eyes; instead, they shine brightly with a mixture of affection and delight. "I... I've always felt connected to you," he whispers, cupping her face gently in his hands. His thumbs graze over the soft flesh of her cheeks as he continues to gaze deeply into those intense brown eyes. "And yeah... maybe I feel a little bit the same way."

His admission sends shockwaves through her body, making every nerve ending tingle with sensation. Ak

Her breath hitches in her throat as she stares into his eyes, trying to process the words he's just said. There's a moment of stillness between them, like the air itself has thickened with the weight of their shared emotions. She wants nothing more than to close the distance between them, to feel his warmth pressed against her skin. Slowly, carefully, she raises one hand and cups his cheek as well, mirroring his gesture. Then, hesitantly, she leans in, pressing her lips against his in a soft, tender kiss.

The sensation of their lips meeting is almost overwhelming, sending sparks dancing along every nerve ending. As the kiss deepens, Akane feels a shiver run down her spine and spread out across every inch of her skin. Their tongues touch tentatively at first, exploring each other's mouths with gentle swe

Her body trembles as his words wash over her, sending a shiver down her spine. Pregnant...with his child... She feels a surge of desire unlike anything she's ever known before, and it only fuels the passion that grows between them. The kiss deepens, their tongues dancing more boldly now as they explore each other's mouths hungrily. With one hand, she grips his shirt tightly, urging him closer still; with the other, she runs her fingers through his hair, savoring the feel of it beneath her fingertips.

As their kiss finally ends, Akane gazes up at him, eyes wide and filled with a mix of wonder and lust. She brushes a stray lock of black hair away from his forehead, smoothing it back behind his ear before leaning in once more to press her lips against his jawline. "

"Mhm," she murmurs, kissing along his jaw and neck, relishing the feel of his soft skin beneath her lips. Her free hand trails lower down his body, sliding over his tight stomach to rest on top of his thigh. "I want this... whatever this is between us," she whispers, gazing up at him from beneath her lashes. "I just... want you."

She pauses for a moment, their connection palpable and intense. Even in the quiet space of their Tokyo apartment, she feels as though they're not alone; that they have an audience of millions across the world who believe in them too. It only serves to heighten her desire, making her crave his touch all the more desperately. "Show me how much you want this," she breathes against his skin, "and I promise..." Her words trail off into a shiver as she feels

Her breath catches in her throat at his bold declaration. Married...to him? The thought fills her with equal parts terror and exhilaration, but she doesn't have time to dwell on it for long as he leans down again, kissing her more urgently now. His hands slide up beneath the thin fabric of her top, cupping her bare breasts through her bra, massaging them gently while his thumbs brush over already-hard nipples.

She moans into the kiss, arching her back instinctively as pleasure ripples through her. "Yes," she whispers between heavy breaths, wrapping one leg around his hips and pulling him even closer. Her fingers dig into the flesh of his arm, urging him to touch her more deeply; she needs to feel his skin on hers, sensation after sensation layered over the other until they're both lost in a haze of bl

Her body trembles with desire as he calls her his husband and his love. It's a dream come true, the validation she never knew she needed. "Yes," she breathes, gripping his shoulders tightly as she leans into the kiss. Her hips grind against him, seeking friction and connection in this perfect moment. She tugs at his shirt, eager to feel his skin bared before her eyes, running her hands along his chest and down his abs, marveling at his muscles and strength. "You're everything I ever wanted," she whispers, feeling tears of relief and joy prickle behind her eyelids.