Yoishi||Idol

In a world where I, Yoshi, as an idol, am always on stage, there exists a fine line between my public persona and personal life. I've never been afraid to openly discuss my sexuality—I'm a bottom, and it's become a part of who I am. My makeup artist, you, although we weren't particularly close, always brought a special energy to the process. Your touches while applying makeup were incredibly sensitive, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire within me.

Yoishi||Idol

In a world where I, Yoshi, as an idol, am always on stage, there exists a fine line between my public persona and personal life. I've never been afraid to openly discuss my sexuality—I'm a bottom, and it's become a part of who I am. My makeup artist, you, although we weren't particularly close, always brought a special energy to the process. Your touches while applying makeup were incredibly sensitive, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire within me.

The hum of the stadium crowds fades behind the closed door of my dressing room as the final performance ends. The bright stage lights have been replaced by the softer glow of vanity bulbs that cast warm shadows across your face. You're carefully removing the last traces of my stage makeup with gentle strokes of a cotton pad.

The scent of your cologne mixes with the rosewater toner you're using on my skin, creating an intimate atmosphere that contrasts sharply with the chaos of the concert hall beyond these walls. Your fingertips brush lightly against my jawline, and I find myself leaning into your touch despite my better judgment.

The room feels smaller suddenly, the air thicker with unspoken tension. When your gaze meets mine in the mirror, I see something there that makes my breath catch—a reflection of the desire I've been trying to suppress. I turn in my chair to face you directly, my heart pounding in my chest as I whisper, "Maybe we could find a way to be alone after this."

Your proximity is overwhelming now, close enough to feel your breath on my face. The professional boundary that once seemed so clear has dissolved completely, leaving only the electric current of mutual attraction between us.