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[delirious-donna]

Morning Epiphany [Higuruma Hiromi]

an: cockwarming with Hiromi was suggested to me when I opened my requests/ideas for this wonderful man and I immediately leapt on it because YES!

pairing: Higuruma Hiromi x female reader

warnings: cockwarming, reader being the teeniest bit mean to poor Hiro, whining and whimpering from the lawyer…

Masterlist

“Hiro… it’s so early, why are you in here?”

The sun had barely begun to crest, the earliest rays warming the bedspread that was surprisingly empty. A hand reaching out to your husband’s side confirmed the first stirring of your consciousness, he wasn’t here, and if he wasn’t here then there were only two places he could be.

Despite the lure of sleep trying to coax you back into the cozy haze of dreams, you couldn’t possibly sleep when your other half was missing, and so early too. The blinking lights of the alarm clock signalled the hour and helped to push your feet to the rug by the bed, stretching and pouting.

The bathroom was empty, there was no remnant of steam from the scalding hot showers he took every morning and you scowled at your dishevelled reflection in the mirror. Your hair stuck up at odd angles, eyes puffy from how quickly you got out of bed and your sleepshirt—an old well-worn sweatshirt of Hiromi’s—was creased beyond belief.

Your steps took you towards the office and the scent of freshly brewed coffee that wafted enticingly into your nose. The door creaked on antique hinges, your missing man turning with his brow furrowed from having his concentration broken. The expression shifted into a smile almost immediately, a sheepish smile at that.

“Did I wake you? I didn’t mean to,” he apologised sincerely, settling back in his chair to stretch his arms up and over his head. The wide sleeves of his black t-shirt, now faded to grey at best, pushed back and your eyes dipped to the hint of black happy trail that peeked from beneath the hem with a sigh of appreciation.

Hiromi couldn’t help but chuckle. Hastily he fixed his face with a look of admonishment, one sleek eyebrow rising near to his hairline. “Eyes up here, Mrs Higuruma.”

“Sorry—wait. Why am I apologising? It’s the arse crack of dawn, what are you doing up let alone working?”

His eyes drooped, nervously fidgeting with the pen on his desk.

Before he could respond, you grabbed the back of his chair and scooted it out further from the desk to his confusion. The lines wrinkling his forehead smoothed out when your knee bracketed his hip, followed by the other until you sat straddling his lap. Your fingers ran through the limp strands of the hair hanging near into his eyes, humming at the glorious warmth of his body melding into yours.

“Epiphany moment?” Hiromi offered uncertainly. He was too preoccupied by the soft squish of your hips and backside, hands full of the meat of you, and desperately trying to will his cock not to harden any further. To his disappointment and your triumph, he was failing miserably.

You planted teasing kisses to his jawline, barely-there touches of your lips until you were decorating his throat and prominent Adam’s apple with wet little marks. “Don’t let me stop you, Hiro… you can pretend I’m not here. I’ll be as quiet as a mouse.”

He dropped his chin, staring at you with suspicious disbelief. Swallowing thickly when you offered your best most innocent looking smile, laying your cheek on his shoulders and drawing one of his hands away from where he was pawing at your rump. “Work, if that’s what you want to do.”

Hiromi groaned and looked skyward as if some answer would arrive if he begged for it hard enough. He knew this game well enough, and not once had he won. He didn’t fancy his odds on this particular day either.

It started out fairly uneventful. Hiromi managed to refocus his attention towards the computer screen and the ruling he had been in the middle of reading when you appeared, but soon enough the words no longer made sense. Your fingertips grazed his chest, delicate scrapes of your nails across the cotton hiding his nipples and it was maddeningly distracting.

Instead of calling it out, knowing it would only result in you doubling down your efforts, he exhaled through his nose and shifted in his seat to give some respite to the erection chafing the waistband of his pyjama trousers. Immediately, he knew it was the wrong move. Your pelvis sunk closer to him, rubbing more friction into his aching length and he swore he could smell your arousal hanging heavy in the air.

He did his best to ignore your naughty fingers moving between you, to pretend you weren’t pulling him free and playing in the mess of precum leaking from his tip. His fingers tightened around the mouse in his hand, the sound of plastic groaning from the onslaught of pressure enough to make him blink and loosen his hold.

“You will be the death of me, love.”

The loose fist around his shaft paused. “Keep working or I’ll go back to bed… alone.” You were slick with arousal, the lack of panties leaving a dark stain on the crotch of Hiromi’s pyjamas that didn’t go unnoticed by either of you. The temptation to lift to your knees and sink down onto his cock was building, but you couldn’t reward him so readily for his leaving you in bed this morning. Not until he was a little more desperate, and by the hue of the rash at his neck and dappling of his cheeks, there was still a little ways to go.

Hiromi was failing fast, and he knew you were waiting to pounce and worsen his predicament. Worsen was hardly the right term given how eager he was to be swallowed by your plush velvet-lined walls, but since you were insistent that he continue to work, he wasn’t going to be rewarded until he did. The pen scratched across the surface of his notepad, the ink drying in shaky lines whilst you cupped his balls and rolled them between your fingers and thumb. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure what he was writing made sense but if it gave the illusion of cooperation, he’d write utter gibberish all day long.

You held out as long as you could manage, the burning desire palpable on the dewy apples of your cheek and the heat of your breasts hidden beneath your husband’s sweatshirt. At long last you teased his pulsing cock between your folds, tapping the sticky cockhead against your pert little clit and finally lining him up at your entrance. The muscles contracted around him, that first inch a delicious stretch that pushed you to your limits not to slam right down to his fat balls and cry out from the bliss.

The descent was drawn out, testing your patience and resolve to the limits, as well as forcing stuttering breaths out of Hiromi’s heaving chest. You didn’t chastise the return of his hands, the adoration sweeping through his palms as they raised the hem of your sweatshirt so he could see himself disappearing into your pussy. He fisted the fabric, grasping at your hips with eyes heavy with lust and you simply had to taste him, even only for a moment.

Your lips crashed atop his, tongue licking over the seam of his bottom lip and pressing into his mouth to swallow the whine that crawled from his throat. It echoed inside your head, the urge to roll your hips over and over until he filled your belly with his seed burned like a white-hot flame. Your skin itched, fingers curled into claws that dove into Hiromi’s thick head of hair and you nearly didn’t break your kiss, nearly were consumed by the passion you felt in your heart.

“Hmmmpff.” Hiromi wailed when you finally came to some semblance of your senses, your pelvis flush against his but no longer moving. He stared at you in longing, watching whilst you swiped a finger over your kiss-swollen lips and sucked the remnants of his spit from the pad. The smile you offered was purely saccharine, and his throat itched with the need to bounce you on his cock until you gushed all over him and the chair.

“Please?” He asked on a whisper, aquiline nose nudging into your cheek.

“You have your epiphany moment to deal with mister lawyer, c’mon… you can last a little longer. Let me warm you and once I’m satisfied, I’ll ride you until your legs want to give out,” you purred, mouth at the shell of his ear and leaving a kiss at the bone just behind.

Silently, he begged and pleaded for mercy on his tainted soul, as if some divine intervention was likely to intercept, he knew that wouldn’t be the case. You were the only divine deity in his world and your determination to give him a taste of his own medicine for abandoning the sacred ritual of morning cuddles was written across your features.

A sweat broke out across his brow as he studied the lines of text on the screen without recognising a single word. A drip of arousal dribbled from the spot you united, dribbling over the seam of his balls to stain the leather seat beneath. You clenched, and he crushed the pen in his hand, palm filled with tiny plastic shards that speared his skin.

“Darling… light of my life—I will do anything, anything, if you’ll just ride me,” he whimpered, discarding the busted pen and grabbing up your hands to kiss earnestly across your fingertips then knuckles. Hiromi was barely restraining the buck of his hips, the warmth almost too much wrapped around his dick but without the friction and rhythm of movement… it wasn’t enough.

Your resolve was being tested once more. The subtle wobble of his lower lip and the sincere longing in his whisky-smoked eyes cracked the shell of your conviction. Easing forward in one languid roll of your hips earned you the most delightful and pitiful whimper you had heard in a long time. His head fell back against the headrest of his chair, eyes screwed shut whilst you felt him twitch within your walls. He might just cum like this if you didn’t do something, and actually, you wouldn’t mind that in the slightest.

Never more had you enjoyed cockwarming Hiromi than at this moment, and you vowed to draw it out as long as he could endure.

“Fuck, Hiro… you feel so good. So warm and snug,” you cooed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and nuzzling into him more. “Five more minutes…”

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Heya ^^ I'm wondering which jjk men do you think r dom/sub/switch?

Hard Doms

They don't make love. They fuck. They want complete control over you and won't tolerate any attempts at taking it from them - if you dare trying, they will punish you harshly. Definitely the type to fuck your throat, spank you, grab your neck, push your face onto the pillow. You always find yourself begging them to stop but they never care and just keep using you over and over again, like the insatiable primal creatures they are. Their only goal is to use your body so as to make themselves feel good and satisfy their most primitive and animalistic desires. They don't care about your pleasure and they don't care about satisfying you. They don’t seek connection, they don’t want to open up to you and if you tried to know more about their private and/or professional life, they would definitely tell you that you’re just his personal sex toy, so, you should know your place. They would advise you to stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. To them, your opinions are worth nothing, unless requested by them. They will manhandle you on the bed like a ragdoll and do whatever they want to. It doesn’t matter if you try to take control or if you become bratty, because they know it will always end the same way – you under them, crying, pleading them to stop while they grin menacingly, thrusting into you at an animalistic pace. Definitely the type of men to say something like “you should’ve thought about that beforehand. Now take your punishment like the good girl you are. If you cum, before I give you permission, you’ll have to handle this cock for another hour”. They are real menaces; these men will drive you absolutely insane. The mind games they play with you will make you go crazy. You will be having sex over 4 to 7 times a day (depending on their availability). They are absolutely the worst boyfriends, on this list (or husbands, if you, somehow, manage to marry them), and will be terrible parents (very neglectful, demanding and abusive), but will give you the best sex of your life. With these men you have to stay safe - use protection because they don’t care about getting you pregnant. It’s your problem and not their fault. You will, most likely, end up raising the kid alone and if you don’t have a consistent sex routine with them, they will leave you for someone else who will fulfill their needs. Toys hurt their pride. If you use them, these men will punish you. They will overstimulate you with them until you can't feel your legs anymore, fuck you dumb on their cock and after you cum, they will say something like "why do you use this, if you can't even handle my cock inside you for 10 minutes? Aren't you stupid..." They will fuck you anywhere, anytime. You belong to them and they will do whatever they want whenever they want. If you’re not available, they will make sure you become available. Menacingly too good at dirty talking. They will say the most vulgar things to you, while looking into your teary eyes, with a grin on their faces, fucking you roughly, as if their survival depended on it. They have great durability, so they prefer sex with multiple rounds and can last all night long if they want to. Sessions with these men are very rough. They will wear you out and rearrange your insides. They will make you cry, salivate, moan and orgasm multiple times, throughout the entire deed, leaving your body extremely sore. They don't give a damn about aftercare. You can take care of yourself. - Ryomen Sukuna, Zenin Toji, Zenin Naoya

Soft Doms

They don't fuck. They make love to you. Very slow gentle passionate lovers who are eager to make you feel good. These men have your pleasure placed as their top priority, always asking you for your consent, wanting to know if it feels good, if you want a faster or slower pace, if you want them to go deeper, if you want a different angle or position, if you want them to pull your hair, if you want them to say dirty things to you, if you want to be fondled or kissed somewhere, if you want them to use a toy on you, etc. These men seek connection - emotional and spiritual. They trust you, they open up to you, they let their walls down and warmly invite you in. They aren’t making love to a random person. They are making love to the only one they want to spend their lives with. The most romantic men ever, kissing you while making love to you, staring into your eyes, admiring your beautiful body under theirs, watching how it gracefully moves along their pace every time they thrust into you, while whispering how good you feel and how much they love you, into your ears. These men usually have a busy schedule so you won’t be making love as often as you’d both like, however, expect doing it at least once or twice a day. They definitely are the best boyfriends/husbands and will be the best parents. They don’t want you to get pregnant because of their risky professional field and busy schedule, but if it happens, they will be thrilled and will help you in whatever way they can (by studying everything about babies and how to properly care for them, reading material on how to educate and bond with children, making sure you have everything you need in your maternity bag and knowing in which ways he can help before and after the baby is born). They will be there for you and your child and probably will want more kids, after the first one arrives. In case your sex life is affected by the birth of a child (or some other circumstance), they will handle this, just the same way they handle any other problem or obstacle in your relationship – by discussing it with you, respecting your boundaries and finding a common ground for both of you to stand on, working, as a team, on a solution that will make you both happy, overcoming every challenge, as a healthy and strong couple. Kings of aftercare. They always want to know if you enjoyed it and/or if you want a round 2. These men will dote on you and help you with whatever you need (cuddles, towels, shower, tissues, food, etc.) They will definitely make sure you know and you feel all the love they have for you. - Kento Nanami, Hiromi Higuruma, Okkotsu Yuta, Itadori Yuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Atsuya Kusakabe, Geto Suguru

Subs

They prefer you to have control over everything, so you can set up your own pace and do whatever you want to them. Watching you working so hard, trying to reach your orgasm turns them on even more. They always wait for you to have the initiative and to make the first move. They enjoy grabbing and groping your hips, butt and chest, while you ride them. They are lazy lovers who prefer laying back, either looking at you, or having their eyes closed shut, savoring every second, while moaning. Sometimes you wonder how these strong masculine men end up looking so frail and desperate beneath you. They think you look so pretty on top of them - it's the only moment when they can freely scan through you as if they were conducting an extensive and thorough analysis on every detail of your body, wondering how lucky they are for having been the one to snatch your precious heart. For the most part you will be on top, having the exclusive power to decide whatever happens, however, there will be times when they will grab your hips and thrust deep into you, even though they're on the bottom, either helping you adjusting to a different pace or angle that feels even better or, sometimes, trying to dominate you from the bottom, showing you how they want you to make love to them and attempting to have some control, working with you so as to reach your climax. They may ask you to do things for them (speeding up the pace, fondling a sensitive spot, using a certain toy, stimulating yourself, while they watch, etc.), will say dirty things to you, and want you to do the same. They may be subs, but they definitely want kids of their own, some day. These men will surprise you, though, because they will be great parents and, despite considering and realizing parenting to be a huge responsibility, they will go above and beyond to make sure they support you and your child. They will definitely want more kids after the first one arrives, too. With these men, you will have to start communication first, so if any obstacles arise, you’ll have to be the one having the initiative to bring the issues to the table. A relationship with these men is very complicated because they don’t openly communicate with you and that’s something that won’t change. It’s ingrained in their character. But if you enjoy making the first move and encourage them to speak their mind after said move is made, things will work a lot smoother. They do trust you, but their natural impulse is to not speak their mind, unless it is clearly requested. They are the type of men to be emotional but not show it, so sex is a way to connect with you, allowing emotions to overflow and transcend a realm beyond the physical one. Good aftercare. May not go above and beyond, like the soft doms, but will make sure to cuddle and have a bath with you after. - Kamo Noritoshi, Inumaki Toge, Kamo Choso

Switch

These men are mysterious and unpredictable. You never know how they truly feel or what they truly want, but if they feel like it, they will open up to you. Most of the times, they will either be controlling hard doms, or challenging bratty subs, however, on rare occasions, they will be soft doms, seeking a deeper emotional connection, wanting to make sure you know they love you, even though, they don't always say it or show it. When they feel like being hard doms, they will definitely assume the traits mentioned earlier in the "hard dom section", because, to them, seeing you all messed up boosts their ego and makes them go even more feral on you. When they are subs, they aren't romantic, but obnoxiously bratty, defying you by saying you can do better, refusing to do whatever you tell them to, laughing on your face saying things like "if you want it, do it yourself", "you want me to use this toy? Make me, I dare you!", while giving you the biggest, proudest and brattiest smirk ever. They are definitely the type to say "can't you do it any faster?", "is that all you've got?", "you're all bark and no bite. How disappointing". Sometimes, they start as subs, but, eventually, get bored and decide to take control and when they do, you already know his primal hard dom side will give you the hardest time of your life, on the mattress. Being a soft dom is a rare occurrence, but when it does happen, they prefer to show you they love you, rather than telling you. Their eyes, filled with desire and desperation, will be staring intensely into yours. They want your souls to be entangled in each other forever and will be extremely soft and romantic in every thrust, smiling affectionately at you, wanting to know if you're feeling good. It may not look like it, but they are the most emotional soft doms ever. Pregnancy and kids are a very uncomfortable topic for these men. If they could, they would teleport out of the discussion, instantly and the only reason they don’t do it, is because they know it will be an even bigger drag to listen to you starting a drama over it, later. They are a bit clumsy and forgetful in regards to protection, so it will be up to you to make sure they use it, otherwise, you will have to take the pill. They don’t imagine themselves being parents but, if that happens, they are definitely not having more kids. Sloppy aftercare. You're the one who's supposed to cuddle them afterwards. When they're hard doms, they usually don't pay any attention to aftercare. They will just have a bath and get ready for whatever is on their schedule next, while you will have to handle yourself. On rare occasions, they may recognize they might have been a (gigantic) bit too rough on you and may help you clean yourself and have a bath with you. They don't enjoy cuddling too much and think it's a drag, but will do it, nonetheless, just to make you happy. When they're subs, they will expect you to have a bath with them, you will have to be the one cuddling them and you will also have to be the one getting something for both of you to eat (in case you don’t, he will throw a tantrum). When they're soft doms, they will have a bath with you and definitely will need your cuddles after. During aftercare, they will be romantic for a very short period of time (confessing their feelings for you), while staring deeply into your eyes. However, almost as soon as the words escape their mouths, they start realizing they're actually opening up to you and being vulnerable. They know they messed up. They will instantly become stoic, concealing their true thoughts and feelings, seemingly apathetic towards everything, once again. You stop being able to see any sign of genuine emotion. You can’t help yourself but think it’s as if you were now standing beside a completely different man. It doesn't matter if you tell them they can open up to you, they still won't do it, even if you manage to somehow earn a tiny bit of their trust. - Gojo Satoru, Kinji Hakari, Hajime Kashimo

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy this post! I know it's quite long, but I think I managed to highlight the most important topics, that people are, usually, the most curious about.

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[tsukimefuku]

CHAPTER ONE: PUTATIVE SELF DEFENSE ❀ HIGURUMA SENSEI SERIES

masterlist link | mdni!

❀ putative self-defense.

when a person believes they are in imminent danger and acts in what they believe would be self-defense, when, in reality, the threat does not exist or is not as severe as perceived. 

wc: 5.9K ❀ pairing for the series: professor!higuruma x student!reader

❀ summary.

after your roommate fails to replenish the coffee in your dorm room, you drag your insomniac ass towards the cafeteria before heading to your first criminal law class. unfortunately, things don't go as expected — it's so, so much worse than you could have anticipated. at least, your personal torturer is very good-looking, and has the most beautiful hooked nose you have ever seen.

❀ Tags and c/w.

non-curse au. college au. silly slow-burn rom-com between professor and college student (this is purely a work of fiction, okay guys?) reader is kind of a mess (like, literally). this is cliché with some twists. nobara is the best and worst roomie ever. nobamaki is a thing here. nobody likes cafeteria coffee. higuruma has a best friend, i'm so happy about that. second hand embarrassment. misunderstandings are talked through and resolved. higuruma is a little unhinged, and we love him for that.

thank you so much @redlikerozez for betaing this 🥺

Your morning was a clusterfuck.

Diving your face in ice cold water did absolutely nothing to wake you from your anxiety ridden all-nighter. The world felt like a half dazed hallucination by this point.

Your energy was running so low this morning that you wound up putting your jeans on top of your pajamas pants, throwing a coat over the rest of the mess, and twirling your hair into something that could barely be considered a bun, topping it all off with the ugliest scarf you had — a red polka-dot scarf.

It seemed to be a taunting from the Gods — this was, for some supernatural reason, the only scarf you ever found when you were running late, and you hated the thing, but feared that if you threw it away, some higher power would punish you, and you'd never find another scarf to wear.

You were also scared that if you tried taking a shower, you might end up sleeping under it.

"What are you doing?" your roommate asked, as you pulled your face from the bowl filled with water and ice cubes. "Jesus, you look like hell."

"Trying to crawl my way back to the world of the living. It's not working."

Nobara walked behind you and opened the mini-fridge, grabbing a single slice of cheese and rolling it up to eat it.

"Oh, a breakfast fit for the champions" you mocked, while patting your face with a tea towel.

She scoffed. "Get off my ass, I didn't have the time for groceries."

"Oh, you totally had the time, you just spent it all with your girlfriend in her room!"

Nobara grabbed a crumpled tissue that she found over the counter and threw it in your direction.

You dodged it because you weren’t sure what the fuck that tissue had been used for cleaning.

"Leave me the hell alone! I deserved it before classes started," she complained, pouting.

You laughed as you walked towards the coffee machine, to see if some liquid energy would be enough to pump you through the day.

"Aren't you supposed to be out there already? Weren't you going to head into criminal law today or whatever?" she asked.

And you were, actually.

"So, how is he?" you inquired, tapping around the coffee machine and behind it, looking for the coffee powder.

"Professor Higuruma, you mean?" Nobara got up and walked towards her bed, throwing herself over it like a rag doll. "I still haven't had class with him, but according to Maki, he's kinda weird."

"Your girlfriend's definition of weird for the male faculty members is too broad, Nobara. She said the same thing about at least four or five professors."

She shrugged. "According to gossip, professor Higuruma had to take some time off academia after his PhD because of a mental breakdown."

"Well, he is the guy that got two masters degrees simultaneously and one PhD right after. I guess that does things to a person" you mocked, opening the cabinet drawer. Where is the coffee?

"Oh, that's why he's the head of two chairs?!"

"Yup, Criminal Law and Criminal Procedure Law."

"Well, from what Maki has told me, he likes to quiz his students on the spot randomly," Nobara stated as she pulled her phone from her night stand and began texting.

After looking all around and not finding the coffee powder, you were very much annoyed. 

"Nobara, where is the coffee?"

"We don't have any," she answered nonchalantly, still with her eyes glued to her phone.

You whipped your head towards her so fast, you nearly hurt your neck.

"Nobara, I need coffee. This is not a drill! It's my first criminal law class!"

"Oh, future criminal defense attorney, you definitely need some coffee, no one in their good mind would be wearing whatever the hell that is," she noted, pointing at you. "Especially that ugly red thing around your neck. Why do you still have that?"

"Ugh, now I'll have to go into the cafeteria before class to drink their awful coffee, and it's entirely your fault. Wardrobe editing rights are officially revoked!"

You stepped towards the door grabbing your bag as you heard her ask, "Hhey, is that your pajamas top?"

"No!" you replied, pulling your coat over your hello kitty pajamas top, before going out.

***

I can't fucking believe this.

You got in line to buy an overpriced $2 coffee — overpriced because it basically tasted like dirty water flavored with the souls of the damned — as you looked at your watch nearly every twenty seconds or so.

This coffee was so bad you usually tried to cover it up with milk, syrup and whatever else they had at their clients' disposal, but the aftertaste was always — always — completely cursed.

While in line, you noticed the guy who stood in front of you, and got distracted from your hurry by his back, as silly as that might sound.

He was tall — not the tallest, but at least a head above you — and his black hair was neatly cut by the tail end where his neck met his black suit collar. His posture was a little crooked to the side, one shoulder hanging a little lower than the other, and it felt kind of… charming?

Realizing you were nearly burning a hole in the man's back with your eyes, you averted your gaze elsewhere.

This is pathetic. I'm pathetic.

You figured that you had to be really sleep-deprived — and, honestly, kinda lonely — to be simping over some random guy's back.

Not only that, but while waiting in line at the campus cafeteria, the less sexy place to ever exist.

Class. I need coffee. I need to get to class. I'm pathetic. I’m also almost late.

And almost late you were. Somehow, you managed to wait just until you'd be a little too fumbled on the clock in order to get your ass out of your dorm room's bed to do something about it, and never even bothered to check if there would be any coffee to be made.

Just one of the many minor self-sabotaging shit you pulled against yourself from time to time.

After grabbing the damned drink and tainting it with further things to mask its terrible taste, your sleepless and nearly-late ass, when running across the cafeteria, body slammed by accident the same guy that was in line right in front of you. He was then covered in your coffee — an unholy concoction of said beverage, cold water, milk, and pancake syrup for sweetening. 

Not only that, but to top it all off, you chuckled right after you began apologizing, actually laughing at the poor man.

It wasn't because the situation was even remotely funny, or that you were cackling at his humiliation. You just had the laughter response to stressful or embarrassing situations.

At church, during the national anthem, at an accident, or in the middle of a very hard test — whenever you were really stressed, you found yourself having to hold your urge to cackle.

Unfortunately, even after twenty-seven years, this was something you hadn’t quite mastered yet.

As you tried to grab some napkins from the counter behind him, you slipped, ceasing the laughter immediately.

Instant karma. Seems fair.

Before you hit the ground, though, he held you by your waist and with a hand on your arm. You felt the taut muscles under the suit enveloping you and pulling you back on your feet in one dexterous, swift motion. His shoulders were not slouched anymore.

"Shit, shit, I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, trying to shuffle yourself away from him. His grip was tight, clearly from someone that had just been startled, and his body felt warm — especially considering you had just covered the poor guy in hot liquid.

As you parted yourself from him, you finally took a good look at the man. 

The best words to describe him right now were disheveled mess. His tie was crumpled, his white button shirt had a massive brown stain from the coffee spilled, his short black hair was messily pulled back leaving a few strands out to frame his forehead, and his ashy black eyes were clearly surprised as he tried to check if you were alright. 

And that beautiful hooked nose.

He was definitely brooding and good-looking — the tired, overworked, insomniac, bags under his eyes and two steps away from sleeping on his feet kind of good-looking.

The front certainly matches the back.

Then, realizing your mind was doing whirls about his appearance, you shook your head for a moment, dispersing the thoughts away.

"It's fine, just let me-" he answered, taping his hands around his suit, seemingly looking for something. 

You had nearly forgotten you were tight on time until you heard the bell ringing. He turned around startled when it rang, cussing something under his breath, which gave you the perfect opportunity to dash away.

"I'm very sorry! I'm really late for my next class, I need to run, but I'm so, so sorry!" you blurted as you took off running, feeling a tinge of guilt knowing full well you had left him alone to fend off for himself with that abominable coffee stain.

So, why clusterfuck?

When you arrived in class, having lost yourself on campus twice when running around like a dizzy duck in a fatigued haze trying to find the right classroom, you saw who was sitting at the professor's desk in front of the entire classroom.

That huge coffee spill was pretty visible, even if he had now closed his suit jacket on top of it.

Shit.

The man was fumbling around with some papers over his desk with one hand while he adjusted his glasses — that he wasn't wearing earlier — with the other.

You sat in the back of the classroom, which had an amphitheater architecture to it. If you were lucky enough, though, maybe he wouldn't notice you.

However, upon further inspection, you noticed that the back of the class was especially empty, and realized at that moment you were standing out like a sore thumb. 

This couldn't get any worse, could it?

You wished for a hole to appear right under your feet and drag you down.

"So, good morning to you all. I apologize for my late arrival. As you can all tell, I had to face some unforeseen circumstances," he began, pulling on the edge of his jacket suit to reveal the brown-colored Rorschach of shame plastered over his white shirt.

Some students laughed, and you recoiled in your seat, praying this was all just a first-day-in-class-embarrassment type of dream.

It wasn't.

"Welcome to Criminal Law I. My name is Higuruma Hiromi, and I'll be your professor. I hope you all can learn a thing or two from me," he said, before stepping in front of his desk and sitting over it.

"So, I'd like to begin this class with the following question: what is fairness?"

Some hands jumped up, and you slid yourself under your seat even further, surely to hit the ground if you sunk any deeper. 

Higuruma's eyes began darting around the classroom.

Something you'd learn in a second about him was that he liked to poke at the students who didn't seem keen in participating, just to create some stormy engagement and get truly unexpected answers.

The ones who lifted their hands, the classic know-it-alls, were the students he considered to be remarkably boring and utterly predictable.

"You," he stated, and it took you a few seconds — and multiple blinks — to realize his finger was pointing in your direction. "Girl with the red scarf, tell me what you think fairness is."

You were at a complete loss for words.

"I… I… Fairness…"

Then silence.

You couldn't muster up anything to say to save your life.

You really should have slept better.

He sighed, and tilted his head to the side.

"Guess I'll have to demonstrate it."

Nobody understood what the professor meant, and much to everyone's surprise, he began walking up towards you, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he did so.

Then, looking straight at you, he stood beside the exit door, and gestured towards it. 

"Girl with the red scarf, please, leave this classroom."

Before you could actually be offended that he didn't even ask your name, you felt your stomach drop, and your face glow a warm, deeply uncomfortable red.

Out of everything you thought could happen, getting kicked out of the classroom within the first five minutes into a lecture wasn’t even listed as one of the top 10 alternatives.

What the fuck? Isn't that a little excessive?

Speechless, you grabbed your backpack from the ground, and lifted yourself up, standing there for a few seconds, completely dumbfounded. The classroom was silent enough that a needle falling on the ground could be heard.

And then, suddenly, the urge came upon you, raining down like a hailstorm.

Laughter bubbled up your throat, and you coughed a little, pursing your lips shut, scrunching your face all around, trying to avoid any sound from leaking out.

He looked at you a little puzzled, and seemed to be wondering if you were about to have a stroke.

You began walking towards the door, but as you were about to cross it, he extended his arm in front of you, blocking your passageway.

"Stay there for a second."

"What?" you asked, coughing a little to shy the laughter away, and his face was once again briefly puzzled when he heard your voice.

A few seconds later, he softly shook off whatever thought that was, and resumed speaking.

"Is this fair? Asking a student to leave a classroom because they failed to answer an open-ended question?" he inquired the other students, waiting for someone to answer.

"N-no, it's not," some guy answered from the front.

Higuruma gestured for you to seat back where you were, and you clumsily stepped your way back, face flustered in utter and absolute embarrassment. This was definitely how bad it all could get. Is he dunking on me for spilling coffee on him and running? That's petty.

 The man was certifiably insane. He was lucky to be so good-looking.

"And why it is not?" he proceeded with the questioning, slowly walking back towards the front of the class again.

"It would be excessive to do so," another student answered.

"Correct. Precisely that, it would be excessive," Higuruma chimed, sitting back over his desk, legs mildly spread as he opened his suit jacket and mindlessly smoothed out his tie with one of his hands. "Criminal Law isn't just about subsuming a person's actions to something the law has described as a crime, and then mechanically submitting said person to some randomly prescribed penalty. Fairness is the most vital and important theoretical foundation when studying criminal law. Not answering a question could be considered some type of in-class offense, sure, and expulsion from the classroom is one possible way to punish the deviant student, but it would be disproportionate and unreasonable to do so."

His gravely voice filled that classroom with no effort whatsoever, and it was an actually pretty good exposition.

It was one thing to describe what a sunset looks like, and another, very different, was to actually show one happening in real time. Words paled in comparison to the crimson, purplish sky engulfing the end of a day.

Most of your teachers, up until this point, had simply begun writing something on the white board at the start of each class, and made less than memorable remarks while spitting out the theory written in the recommended books list in the syllabus. So distant, so abstract, so… Detached from real life.

This was thought-provoking. This was enthralling. Well, this was the reason you enrolled in law school in the first place. 

For a moment, you forgot this professor had just exercised his petty revenge on you, propping yourself up with trepidation. Your tiredness was completely forgotten as his monologue ensued.

He was the real deal.

"Fairness. It will be your guide to assess if a given penalty after a verdict is adequate or not, if someone who acted in self-defense should be found innocent or exceeded their rights in doing so… If the law itself is good enough as it is or should be subject to change, because a penalty might be too high for a seemingly innocuous offense that shouldn't even be a crime in the first place." 

Higuruma paused for a moment to let his students simmer on his words.

"Fairness is the be-all and end-all of Criminal Law. I need everyone to understand this before we proceed, because fairness will be our primary lens in this classroom when studying the subject. So, can I trust that all of you understood what fairness looks like, rather than what it can be conceptualized as?"

He darted his eyes in your direction, and you saw yourself unconsciously nodding in acquiescence. 

You were sure you caught a whiff of a smile on his face right before he resumed his introductory class of principles in criminal law.

***

“We are the only nerds that do this in the teacher’s lounge,” Higuruma stated, as he made his next move on the checkers board.

“You’re probably right,” Higuruma’s best friend replied in his pristine striped gray suit vest, as he thought for a second before making his own move and taking three consecutive pieces of Higuruma’s checkers as he did.

Higuruma groaned in response. Why does he always win on checkers? Goddammit.

“How are you so good at this, Kento? Let’s play chess, just so then I get to win” he complained, leaning back against his chair. “ I can see you winning this one in three moves.”

Nanami huffed. “Checkers was your idea. Besides, we both have our classes soon, there wouldn’t be enough time for a proper chess game.”

Higuruma removed his glasses and slid them inside one of his suit jacket’s inner pockets, brushing the tips of his fingers against his closed eyelids. He couldn’t catch a wink of rest the previous night, anxious to be back in a classroom after such a long time.

It all became very blurry, so he put his glasses back on.

Higuruma didn’t know if he was eager, nervous, happy or dreading this day.

Perhaps a mix of everything and then some.

“I needed something to wake me up. I’ve barely slept, and I’m in dire need of some coffee.” 

“You could try drinking the coffee from the teacher’s lounge,” Nanami pointed out, gesturing his head in the direction of a creepy looking and unkempt thermal bottle. “I wouldn’t advise you on it, though. Only professor Ieiri has been brave enough to drink it so far.”

“I guess I’ll take my chances with the foul cafeteria coffee, I might survive that.”

Nanami smiled as he looked at his friend.

“You’re too overly dramatic.”

At that, Higuruma scoffed.

“And you’re too underly dramatic. That’s why I teach the passionate, great chair of Criminal Law, and you’re responsible for the boring, sleep-inducing chair of Commercial Law.”

“It pays the bills pretty well at my firm,” the other professor retorted. 

Higuruma lifted an eyebrow, as if offended that Nanami thought that argument would dissuade him from his stance.

They were both silent for a moment before Nanami spoke again, noticing the deep eye bags on Higuruma's face.

“Are you having trouble sleeping?”

“No more than the usual,” Higuruma replied, shuffling on his chair, still focused on the checkers board.

Nanami lifted an inquisitive eyebrow, silent for a while, and Higuruma sighed.

“I mean it. I’m fine.”

Still a little unsure, Nanami nodded.

“Okay. Just reach out and come to my office if you need anything,” he offered, slight concern masked under the monotone of his voice. 

“Aw, he likes me,” Higuruma playfully chanted. “So thoughtful of you, my dear.”

“Tsk, shut up,” Nanami scoffed as he got up, taking his neatly folded blazer on his bent arm, “and it’d take me two moves instead of three to have this victory over you.”

“Seriously?!” Higuruma exclaimed, glancing at the board. Upon further inspection, he realized his friend was right. “Shit.”

“Hiromi, go drink your coffee at once. You’re barely functional right now, there is absolutely no way you could teach a class in the state you’re in.”

“Kento, I could teach criminal law in my sleep,” Higuruma mused before lifting himself up. Nanami sighed as Higuruma exited the room.

***

This might be the worst coffee I’ve ever drank, Higuruma thought to himself as he put his cup over the counter and removed his glasses to pinch on his nose. It was all but a failed attempt to air out the foul taste of that watered down, sad excuse for a coffee.

He tried drinking it with nothing — no sugar, no milk, no sweetener, but this atrocity begged for anything to mask the old powder aftertaste.

After folding his glasses and throwing them in one of his suit’s inner pockets, Higuruma let out a heartfelt sigh, just hoping for things to go smoothly that day.

He'd have his hopes torn to shreds in seconds.

Some loud, hasty steps coming in his direction caught his attention, but as soon as he turned to face whoever that was, Higuruma was met with a hot splash all over his shirt and tie.

You have to be kidding me.

“Shit! I’m so sorry!”

He heard a female voice coming from the blurred face right in front of him. Her voice was what he’d call an unusually sweet — if worried — voice. It had a genuinely kind melodic quality to it.

Even if hasty, her words sounded like a heartfelt apology.

Then, she… chuckled? 

Hm… What?

She seemed to lean over dramatically and grab something from behind his back. 

However, on the way back with her arm, her body brushed against his in a worrying fashion, and Higuruma quickly realized she was about to fall. Even though he was over 24 hours sleepless, adrenaline and his reflexes kicked in, as he held her before she could hit the ground, pulling her against him to stand on her feet.

He was still somewhat disoriented from lack of sleep, and failed to realize his hand was still holding her arm intently before the woman squiggled away from his grip.

There was a red blurry thing under her also blurred face.

Only then did he realize he should probably see her face and talk to her properly about the debacle.

The professor said it was fine and began tapping around his suit, not remembering in which pocket exactly he threw his glasses in. However, before he found it, the bell that indicated the time for the first class rang, and Higuruma realized he had completely lost track of time. 

"Fuck," first class and already running late. 

The woman seemed to apologize and ran away, leaving him dumbfounded.

The professor finally managed to find his glasses, fishing them out of his pocket and putting them on, glad that his next class was at the building just around the corner. 

He walked hastily towards it, and got there in less than a couple of minutes, seizing the opportunity to check on his state on the mirror as he entered the elevator.

The coffee stain was humongous and very evident on his white shirt, but he was glad that at least his black tie seemed to fend off fine from the beverage. As Higuruma passed his fingers over the fabric of both pieces, however, it was somewhat sticky. 

He let out a disheartened sigh, stepping out on the corridor and into the classroom, placing his briefcase on the side of his desk.

Now, what will I teach these people today?

Hiromi began ruffling around his papers trying to find the course syllabus, and realized he hadn't brought it with him. These papers were nothing but useless administrative shenanigans, so he decided to wing it in any way he could to illustrate criminal law for the students.

The thing is, how can you effectively grab someone's attention when it's 7 o'clock in the morning, and most people are completely hungover?

With adrenaline, of course.

***

The rest of the class went on without a hiccup, and you had made much more notes than you anticipated you would. His voice had a weird calming and focusing effect on you, as much as you hated admitting it — also, it wasn't so hard accompanying him walking around making his exposition when his face looked like that.

However, you decided you'd talk to him, first off because it would be incredibly uncomfortable to keep going to both of his classes for six months without ever addressing the coffee faux pas, and second because you had just been victimized by the pettiest revenge known to mankind by a college professor. 

You kind of deserved it, but still. It was pretty immature, even if he was Dr. Genius who just taught the best class you had ever seen in your life.

"So, students, we'll have a quick test this week," Higuruma stated, "the Dean has requested that all professors use these to assess your knowledge every month, and I'd like to get this over with as soon as possible."

Many sighs and displeased grunts could be heard around the classroom. He leaned over his desk as he sat, putting his papers away in his briefcase.

"I know, I don't like it either, but at least you'll only need to study a week's worth of content, not a month."

Some hm, fine, ugh, were uttered by the students as they left the classroom. You walked hesitantly behind them all, waiting for everyone to leave before you could speak to him alone. 

You were already going to be remembered as the girl mock expelled from the classroom. No one needed to know you also had assaulted their professor with a desecrated cup of coffee before that.

As you stepped in front of his desk, he lifted his gaze to meet yours.

"Yes?"

Something you hadn't anticipated was that looking at him — and his hooked nose — up close like this would jumble your thoughts around.

Oh, shit. He's handsome.

Dumbified, you spat out the first thing you could think of.

"So, professor, I'm the student you fake expelled earlier," you stated, realizing he obviously already knew that.

Brilliant. Off to a great start.

Higuruma nodded, feeling something prickling at the back of his brain as he heard your voice for a second time.

"What did you think? Was it a good way to convey this class motif?" he asked, finally closing his briefcase and putting it on the ground, completely ignoring the fact that it was probably an uncomfortable experience for all of the people involved, especially you.

You were a little incredulous at how oblivious he seemed to be, and it annoyed you. Was this out of good heart, or was he playing dumb?

"It was a good exposition, professor, but I wanted to talk about something else," you answered.

“5000 yen.”

“... What?”

“That’s my law firm’s hourly fee.”

You stood silent. He chuckled a little, shrugging back.

“I’m joking. I don’t even have a practice. Tell me what you need.”

Is this guy for real?

You cleared your throat before continuing.

“It felt horrible to be on the spot like that out of nowhere, without any knowledge as to what was going on.”

After blurting it out, you braced yourself, knowing full well by now that professors were usually pretty big ego'd kind of people. Nonetheless, this had to be said, at least for the sake of the next student he decided to torture with one of his experiments.

He looked at you with wide eyes, and seemed to ponder for a moment.

“Oh, I see. My apologies,” Higuruma offered in earnest, while his face softened.

You were very surprised.

“Oh, okay," you mumbled as you scratched the back of your neck, "I accept your apology. But maybe you should really give the student a heads-up next time you intend to do that.”

“That would presume I consider that students are people, and not minions to torture.”

Uh?

“Also a joke.”

“You’re not very good with those.”

Did I say that out loud? 

He simply stared surprised at you, seemingly a little shocked.

I did say it out loud.

"Fuck."

And that too. 

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Higuruma suddenly chuckled, much to your surprise. Your eyes widened, and you stared at him, extremely confused as to what was up with this guy.

“You're a sincere person," he noted, and you shrugged hesitantly.

Higuruma was definitely amused at this exchange.

He then proceeded.

"Being sincere is good, but my best friend always warns me to try keeping it to myself most of the time. I don’t listen, of course, but maybe you should for now. People get offended easily.” 

His exposition made you feel a little less out of place — and less alone, for what it was worth. You instantly remembered your parents used to chide you for blurting out things like that out of nowhere, instead of keeping them in your head like other people do, according to them.

You didn't realize you were smiling as you mindlessly opened your coat.

He took notice of your shirt, and began slowly realizing there was something off about it.

"Is that usual?" you asked, out of the blue.

He shook his head, being pulled out of his head. "What?"

"The mock expulsion?"

"Heavens, no."

"Then, why?" you inquired.

He rubbed his face with his hands.

"Because I needed something to wake mine and everybody else's brain up. Classes shouldn't be this early, and I didn't get a wink of sleep last night."

Higuruma was still out of sorts, spilling the tea of his insomniac state to one of his random students whom he had just met.

"Oh, me neither!" you told him, also absentmindedly, on a stream of consciousness rant towards a professor you were talking to for the first time. "Classes should start after noon, at the very least…"

"I know, right? Some things shouldn't be a crime, but making people wake up this early for class definitely ought to be."

You laughed softly, and you both kept silent for a moment, before you remembered what you thought was the reason for the mock punishment.

"Oh, professor… I'm sorry about the coffee."

He was confused for a few moments before broadening his eyes as he finally realized it.

No wonder Higuruma felt like he recognized your voice from somewhere, and now he took a good look at the red smudge he had seen earlier under what he figured was your face.

It was the ugliest scarf he had ever seen.

"I came here wanting to ask if you had done the fake expulsion thing as some sort of…" you sighed, a little ashamed. "Well, I'd like to apologize for staining your clothes, and offer to get you new ones, or at least pay for your laundry fee if needed."

He lifted one eyebrow at you before he resumed speaking.

"I didn't catch your face then. I mean, I didn't recognize you at all," Higuruma answered, "so no. But I'd never… Well, you barely know me, so you wouldn't know, but my opinion on the matter is that professors that exert selfish vendettas against students, for whatever reason, are absolute fools."

"You didn't recognize me? Say what now?"

He pointed at his glasses, and you finally understood completely how all of this petty revenge narrative was entirely in your head.

"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay."

"But still…"

He sighed.

"It was a possibility, given how things in a college setting usually go, but that is why we investigate things further before prosecuting, right? A narrative might make a lot of sense, up until you confront it with the gathered evidence."

You joined your hands in front of you, embarrassed.

"Yes, I guess so," you answered, "but please, let me at least pay to get your clothes cleaned."

The professor shook his head.

"Absolutely not. You're an undergraduate student. I've been one, I'm quite aware of the financial hardships most of you endure as I've struggled with them myself not so long ago."

Even though you felt somewhat uncomfortable about not evening things out, he was right. This money would be fairly missed — you were already missing the $2 worth of coffee you didn't manage to drink.

"It was an accident, you didn't cover me with your beverage intentionally. Also, you had to leave because you were late for my class," he paused, "and I'm actually flattered you'd leave someone to fend off for themselves against that foul cafeteria coffee just to run to one of my classes."

You chuckled a little, and he proceeded.

"So, it's okay. You don't have to pay me for anything. This is fine."

You sighed, truly relieved, and he was glad you came to talk to him and properly apologize for the blunder.

"Thank you for your time and kindness, professor. I hope you have a good day."

He bowed his head slightly.

"Same to you."

However, something was still scratching at the back of his mind.

"Hm, hey… since we are on the topic of clothing and I just let you off the hook on paying for my dry cleaning…" Higuruma said, and you stopped midway towards the door, turning to face him.

"This might be an odd question, but I'm very curious."

"Hm… what is it?"

He pointed at your sleeping shirt, now evident under the open coat.

"Are those pajamas?"

You immediately pulled your coat over your hello kitty top, lifting one eyebrow in pathetic defiance.

"Of course… not?"

Higuruma thought to himself that you were turning into one of the most unique students he ever had.

"Do you intend to be an attorney?"

"... yes?" You answered, with some suspicion.

He huffed.

"Then improve your lying game for Court. You can do your crazy, but defend it as if it was the utmost truth in the universe, okay?"

Higuruma couldn't quite explain it, but this conversation with you was strangely amusing.

Maybe going back to the classroom wouldn't be so difficult after all, if even half of his students were a little out of sorts like this.

"... Okay," you replied, removing your hand and letting your pathetic sanrio pajamas shirt show once again.

"So, are those pajamas?" he inquired again, more incisively.

You straightened yourself and made a fake serious expression.

"Of course not."

"Much better," Higuruma answered with an actual smile.

The way his cheek creased around his mouth was weirdly charming, just as most things about him, it seemed.

Trying not to stare, you smiled back at Higuruma and turned around, leaving for your next class with heat prickling against your cheeks.

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[0asisbliss]

Sick husband Higuruma! who misses you everytime you have to leave for work.

Sick husband Higuruma! who tells you how much he’s thankful everything you do for him, and how much you must care for him.

Sick husband Higuruma! who feels like a burden to whenever you have to push his wheelchair somewhere.

Sick husband Higuruma! Always wanting to cuddle up to you, and watch as your stomach goes up and down as you sleep. Watching you as you move in your sleep wondering what exactly you’re dreaming about.

Sick husband Higuruma! trying to get you to stay home by telling you his breathing levels have changed, and that something might happen to him if you don’t stay home and observe him.

Sick husband Higuruma! Who wants you to stay home 24/7.

Sick husband Higuruma! that hates when you have to take money out of your paycheck to do things for him. When he tell you everytime to take it out of his bank account.

Sick husband Higuruma! Who still wants children even with his condition. You talk about having them constantly, and he wants to make you happy.

Sick husband Higuruma! Constantly stays home because he’s afraid he’ll embarrass you in public.

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[honoredalone]

✮⋆˙ YOU’RE BURIED IN THE PILLOW, YEAH YOU’RE SO LOUD

❝ you’re buried in the pillow, yeah you’re so loud. but i’m about to show you baby slow down, slow down. ❞ - slow down by chase atlantic

᪥ saying that he LOVED being smothered between your thighs is an understatement. he could die between them and he plans on doing just that.

content warning !! smut obvi, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, slight degradation, praise, pet names, mentions of fighting and blood

“such a dirty slut aren’t ya.” his words vibrated through your core up your spine covering your skin in goosebumps. his nose deep in your slick pussy, lapping and sucking on your sweet juices. “come all over my face, let me taste you princess.”

he loved having you from behind, your face buried in his plush pillow. the fabric smelling of his shampoo and cologne making your stomach coil even tighter. one of his hands holding both your wrists behind your back and the other spreading your asscheeks apart so that he could really dig himself into you further. it was euphoric, though your protests before hand still plague your mind. he came home bloody, bruised and sore from his long mission. you wanted to tend to his wounded body but all he wanted was to taste you, so the moment he stumbled through the door into your awaiting arms, hissing on impact small pleads and praises of wanting to bend you over right then and there but he decided to keep composure until you were face down on the bed.

“c’mon sweet princess,” he stopped licking your core and used his pointed nose to nudge your clit lovingly making your back arch further and let out a loud whine into the pillow. “sound so good baby, fuck.” he rutted his length like a feral animal into the cozy mattress trying to get a sense of relief, it hurt, he ached for release but this is about you. only about you, but he couldn’t help himself from humping the mattress pathetically at your taste and sound. “could stay here forever, gonna let me do this to ya for the rest of our time?” with a deep arch of your back you mewl, attempting to free your wrists from his strong handed grip.

“yes! y-yes, please!” you turn your head to the side, craning your neck up to look back at the beautiful sight behind you. his silky hair brushing against your ass cheeks, his eyes sealed shut as he digs his face further into you. “god, just- please.”

“please what, use your words. you’re a big girl.” he smirks looking at you longingly, “tell me what you need.” he wants to commemorate this moment into his mind forever. you’re so beautiful, so so so breathtakingly beautiful.

“wanna look at you, wanna touch you s’bad.” you cried as he nibbled on your clit, letting go of your wrists before skillfully flipping you onto your back. he’s on his knees, grey pants covering his lower body but his upper half nude and sculpted like a statue. bruises covering his torso, small cuts and a couple of gashes littering his otherwise smooth skin, he was still gorgeous. devastatingly so. you sat up, running your hands from his chest to his v-line, he shivers at the touch, body tensing when your soft finger tips feathered over his wounds. “so handsome my love, let me take care of you.” sliding your hand down further to grasp his hardened length, squeezing it softly, your core going hot when he breathily whimpers.

“no, this is about you princess. besides, you taste too good for me to stop.” he softly removes your hand from his groin laying you back down gently. leaning down, kissing your lips tenderly before kissing down your body before diving right back into your cunt. “can’t live without you, my sweet girl.” your hand flew to his hair while your legs are thrown over his shoulders. pulling on his thick strands making his eyes water and a groan escape his throat, you grind onto his face, spreading your slick all over the bottom half of his face, spit and your juices dripping down his chin onto the crisp sheets below the both of you. he moaned as you slowly got off on his face, moving his hands to stimulate you more. one holding your thigh, thumb caressing your skin sweetly and the other getting sucked deep into you, curling, scissoring and fucking you deliciously.

“‘m gonna cum, please.” you stopped your movements, exasperated. he took that as an opportunity to shake his head, nose nudging and pushing on your clit making you cry out his name. his fingers wet and slick. his tongue getting sore and licking wherever he could. “f-fuck.” you clenched around his fingers, he pulls them out fast right before he replaces them with his mouth, open wide as you spill down his throat. he moaned against you, his fingers digging into your thighs tightly. taking one last lap at your pussy before bringing himself up to rest on your naked chest, ear soaking in your now steady heartbeat, arms wrapped around your waist. “gonna let me clean you up?” you teased with a breathy laugh, a small smile on your face. he kissed your jaw lazily breathing slowly.

“in a minute, wanna stay with you for a little longer.” the wounds, the missions, the world can wait. everything can be put on hold, just for you. only for you.

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[cinnamon-girl-writes]

delicate . . . higuruma x reader

higuruma hiromi has long days as a lawyer, but his favorite thing is to come home to even longer nights.

fluff, higuruma x reader, real world au or pre-canon request: higuruma taking off his blazer while keeping eye contact with you and starts climbing the bed until he reaches you while smiling like a sneaky cat

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

Third floor on the west side, me and you / Handsome, you're a mansion with a view

Hiromi had long days at work to say the least. Between reading files, speaking to clients, and doing extensive research in his cases, he was completely worn out by the end of the day.

Today in particular, he was ready to pass out as soon as he stepped inside the door of your shared apartment and set his briefcase down. Sighing, he runs a long hand over his face, calling out for you. "Darling?"

He makes his way to your bedroom where he finds you tucked into bed, reading a fantasy novel you'd picked up earlier that week. You didn't see him enter, so he takes the opportunity to admire you from afar. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

As you turn the page, you see him in the corner of your vision. You close your book excitedly, rolling onto your side and propping your head on your hand to get a better view of your husband.

"Were you watching me?" you ask with a small giggle. "Stalker."

He just smiles, walking over to the edge of the bed. He takes your face in his hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"How was your day, darling?" he asks.

"Better now that you're here," you admit, "How about yours?"

He takes his hand back, loosening his tie, "Nothing new."

His tie hung loosely around his neck now, his crisp white unbuttoned at the top and his hair astray. You loved seeing him like this, when he didn't have to impress anyone or [something].

He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over you, using one arm to shrug of the shoulders of his blazer and the other to balance himself. Your cheeks warmed slightly at his closeness. You were used to being intimate with him, but he was never quite this direct, especially after work.

After what seemed like ages of him teasing you, he got his blazer off and was holding it behind his back, draped over his shoulder lazily.

You sat up a little, propping yourself op on your elbows to look at him. "How were your clients today?"

He tilted his head slightly as if he was thinking. "Tedious and incompetent. Like most of the people I work with."

You laughed a little at his antics, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

Maybe he took that as a sign of your eagerness, because he tossed his blazer to the ground with a flourish. He propped himself up on his knees before you, one on each side, and continued unbuttoning his shirt.

You grabbed his hands, stopping him and insisting you do it yourself. he let you, your fingers undoing each button with care. His shirt joined his blazer on the floor, which was soon joined by his pants and your clothes.

Hiromi always had a long day at work, but he almost always had longer nights.

#higuruma x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen higuruma #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #higuruma hiromi #jjk higuruma

[romantichomicide95]

❤︎ dating hiromi higuruma

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[devotekuna]

Husband!Higuruma headcanons/drabbles

♡˗Higuruma loves taking you on walks after a stressful day at work, always making sure to take the long way so he has more time to talk to you without distractions.

☆He adores a partner who can cook, imagine coming home from an exhausting day at work to a partner cooking his favourite meals, making sure he's full before he falls asleep.

☆Or when he comes home and just wants to cuddle after eating, he loves it when it rains and he can sleep in the reading nook with you, the sound of rain hitting the window was so relaxing to him.

☆If he comes home late and you're already in bed, he'd quickly take a shower and change into pyjamas to get into bed with you. He wastes no time getting close to you.

☆If he's not busy he'll tell you about his court dates, knowing that it was against the law but you wouldn't tell anyone. He loves it when you run your hand through his hair whilst he talks or gives him a massage.

☆Whenever he's about to defend someone he makes sure to call you a few minutes before, as he sees you as a lucky charm.

☆He loves it when you pack him lunch on some days, he loves homemade food rather than getting a takeout or anything else.

☆Whenever he leaves the house he makes sure to kiss you goodbye, his day not starting properly till he kisses you.

#higuruma hiromi #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #jujutsu sorcerer #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk higuruma #jujutsu kaisen higuruma #higuruma x reader #hiromi jjk #hiromi x reader #hiromi higuruma #devoutkuna works #ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜᴛᴋᴜɴᴀ

[mylonelyclouds]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

my third time trying to draw him and i think it'so much better this time:' ]

the quality seems so bad

#myeyeshurtsobad #art #drawing #fanart #artists on tumblr #higuruma hiromi #hiromi jjk #jjk fanart #jjk higuruma #artist #jjk

[pseudowho]

just done reading and re-reading Cunt-Drunk 🤭😮‍💨🤪😌 so since Mr. Higuruma "I do not do Karaoke" Hiromi ended up doing Karaoke anyway, how good of a singer is he?

Pretty sure he's a rocker (metalhead even), so do you think he can do those gritty, raspy vocals? 😍 is he a 'gritty belter' or is he a 'clean belter' instead (think Steelheart)?

I'd like to think he's singing Bon Jovi's Bed of Roses in the video they sent to the reader. Though it would be funny (and impressive) if he attempted Steelheart's She's Gone 🤭

Look, as a metalhead myself there's always going to be part of me that likes to think Higuruma may be, too 💀

I think it's more common than you think, because it's the most "rage against the system" music there is. It's why it fits Nanami so well, and I think it fits Higuruma too.

I HC Nanami as a terrible singer, but I think drunk Hiromi could give a metal scream a go. I think Gritty Belter, personally...depends if he's had a night-out cigarette or not.

For anyone who wants this Higuruma...please read Cunt-Drunk, a drabble about one of my favourite JJK men 💕🫠

-- Haitch xxx

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[delirious-donna]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕔 - 𝕒 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕟 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕔.

𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕓𝕒𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕣, 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗-𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝕤𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪! 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪’𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕤.

Picnics and Puddles - Choso Kamo x female reader

𝔸 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕟𝕚𝕔 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕐𝕦𝕛𝕚, ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕠’𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡?

The Royal Approval - Geto Suguru x female reader

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪𝕤𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤. 𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠 𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕦 𝕨𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤?

Double Babysitter - Gojo Satoru x female reader

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕧𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟. 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕤 𝕗𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟?

An Unsuspecting Storyteller - Higuruma Hiromi x female reader

𝔹𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕪 𝕙𝕦𝕤𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕’𝕤 𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒. ℂ𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 ℍ𝕚𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚’𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕕?

Who You Gonna Call? - Nanami Kento x female reader

𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕕𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕦𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕. 𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕙? 𝕎𝕙𝕪, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕦𝕤𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕, 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖.

A Pretty Pink Princess - Sukuna Ryomen x female reader

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕚𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕒 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕪, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣? 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕖𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕.

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕧𝕖. 𝕃𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕓𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕠𝕣 𝔻𝕄 (𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕧𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘 - 𝕄𝔻ℕ𝕀)

#delirious writes #aib masterlist #gojo satoru #geto suguru #nanami kento #sukuna ryomen #choso kamo #higuruma hiromi

[alphabetatoes]

a.n.: omg hey guys :-) jjk wild west au is back in action

c.w.: mdni, 18+, hiromi finally hits

when deputy sheriff!higuruma hears a knock on his front door, he doesn't expect to see you standing there. he's still half hard and your big eyes looking up at him are doing no favors.

you ask him sweetly to let you in, and it's only then that deputy sheriff!higuruma realizes he's been staring at you without a word. he ushers you into the living room, eager yet nervous to pick your brain.

"i know you saw me with nanami, higgy." the elephant in the room comes barging in. deputy sheriff!higuruma doesn't even know how to begin to express his feelings- so he asks a simple question. "are you with him?"

and your giggle is something he doesn't expect. "is that what you were worried about, sweet boy?" he's confused for a moment, but you explain to deputy sheriff!higuruma that it's just something casual.

"were you jealous?" you can't help but smirk at how your question gets him riled up. and deputy sheriff!higuruma only nods. as you saunter over to him, his cheeks rouge and immediately give away his longing for you. when you come over to straddle hiim, he's only able to utter out two words. "I- yes."

deputy sheriff!higuruma loves how your lips are sweet like the treats you make for him. his hands rake through your hair, anchoring you to him. and when you bite down on his lip, he's done for. soft moans melt into your mouth as he utters sweet nothings into you. "my good girl. you're my everything."

he's lost in the way your hips so perfectly grind against his hard on. deputy sheriff!higuruma would burst on the spot were he not holding out for you. and when you whisper in his ear, he;s immediately moving his hands from your head to undo his belt buckle. "need you now, higgy." your whines are quicky answered, as he releases his cock from its restraint.

deputy sheriff!higuruma is desperate to please you, cautious in his movements as he doesn't want to jeopardize what he's waited for for so long. and the precum soaking his tip only aids in that want.

his hands come to your waist, guiding you carefully down on his tip. deputy sheriff!higuruma knows he won't last long. once his shaft has entered into you, your walls clamp down on him and move in a way that he can only describe as heavenly. "feels so good, hiro- stretching me out so well."

you know you won't last much longer. the girth of his cock stretches you out well, and, mixed with the way you're sucking him in, feels purely orgasmic. as he feels that coil in his stomach, deputy sheriff!higuruma leans into you. "may i cum in you, good girl?" you nod your head yes, tears pricking your eyes as you feel your finish washing over you.

deputy sheriff!higuruma finishes soon after you, letting his cum fill you up. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him. nuzzling into the crook of your neck, he can't help but whisper a "thank you." into your ear. the genuine nature of the comment causes you to smile, tired but ultimately content.

and deputy sheriff!higuruma has one final request. "stay with me tonight?" you're more than happy to oblige.

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[bas-writes]

i think we all agree that this man looks like higuruma

#milkman!higuruma au when #<- asking myself as i shake my head over the gigantic pile of drafts and ideas #bas mumbles #jjk #higuruma hiromi

[cinnamon-girl-writes]

mastermind ✧ ‧˚₊ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚✧

Getting assigned your first case after getting accepted into law school is exciting-- unless you're paired up with your least favorite person and rival, Hiromi Higuruma.

academic rivals to lovers, no curses au ₊ ⊹˚✧

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

You didn't hate any of your peers.

Your lab partner was always pleasant. The group of girls that always sat in front of you was friendly enough. Even the guy that always asked you for a pen wasn't too bad. And then there was Hiromi Higuruma.

You had never met a person more infuriating. His aloof personality coupled with his seeming desire to always outdo you in every test and every case drove you insane. It was in his casual nonchalance and natural aura of intelligence. You could hardly show up to class without thinking about outshine him that day. Is he prepared? You've written your entire case report. What would he wear? You would dress nicer. Where would he sit? Would you be able to see him from there?

Today was a special day. You had been given your first ever case to apprentice as a law student. You had studied your case files all night and you flipped through the pages as you entered your classroom, choosing a seat near the front. As you sat, you smoothed out your skirt and ran your hands over your legs. For some reason, you were unusually nervous for the lecture to start.

Your professor entered the class a few minutes later, carrying a stack of papers. You leaned in eagerly, wanting to get more information on your case study.

The man set the papers on his desk, coming forward to the class and speaking, "Due to unforseen circumstances, you will now have assigned parters for this project." Partners? Okay, this couldn't be too bad. At least you'd have some help if the workload was too much.

He began calling the names of groups and one by one, they'd walk up to the front of the class and recieve their packets. In your head, you counted down how many people had gotten their groups already. You were starting to panic when you realized most of the people you know had already been paired up. Hopefully you'd be with someone competent at the very least.

"Y/n L/n and Hiromi Higuruma."

You freeze in your seat. Seriously? Out of all the people in this class, you had to be paired up with your least favorite?

Lost in your stupor, you didn't notice Hiromi walking down the aisle to the front. You mentally scolded yourself for letting him be more on top of things than you.

You followed him to recieve your respective packets. You noticed the way he thankde the professor cordially, making sure to do so as well. Again, you followed him back up the stairs to your seat. God, this is going to be awful.

When everyone had been partnered up and had returned to their seats, your professor explained a little more about the project. "I hope this change of plans won't be too much of a burden. Your partners were chosen based on similar GPA's and test scores, so you should be matching on intellectual levels."

Of course, that's why you were placed with him. You knew for a fact that you had the two highest ranks in your class, mostly because you were always struggling to keep your lead.

For the rest of class, you couldn't think about anything except him. You almost fell out of your seat when everyone started getting up to leave, surprised that the class was over already.

As you're getting your bags together, you feel someone walk up to you. "Hello, I'm sorry we didn't get to talk earlier . . ."

Turning around, you come face to face with Hiromi. You greet him and finish gathering your things, starting to walk out the building with him trailing beside you.

"I'm very interested in our client's case. Have you studied your files yet?" he asks.

"Yeah, I read them all last night. But hopefully this new information will give us a little more insight," you say.

He nods, "I agree. Are you free for coffee sometime? To look over the case together."

You're a little surprised. After all, you would have plenty of time during study hall and probably some time after lectures. "Sure, sounds good to me."

He sports a small smile, "Tomorrow, 9 o'clock?"

You agree, and soon you make your way down the sidewalk together to where your paths diverge.

"Oh, and Y/n." You look up, and he looks at intently. "I hope there's no bad blood between us."

You straighten a bit, offering him a hand. "Of course."

He accepts your handshake, and you notice his grip. It's firm and his hand is warm and soft. You feel a little disappointed when he takes it back.

You quickly exchange phone numbers before saying your farewells and going your separate ways on campus. As you head back to your dorm, you can't shake the thoughts of everything that had happened that morning: how kind he was. The feeling of his hand in yours.

This was going to be a long few days.

-

The next morning, you were leaving your dorm at 8:30 am on the dot. In all honesty, you were really looking forward to your coffee this morning.

The air was cold and crisp, and you felt leaves being crunched under your shoes. As you walked, it dawned on you that there was now only two days until the hearing. You'd have to spend more time with Higuruma than you anticipated.

Eventually, you entered the quaint cafe that Higuruma had invited you to. You liked it here, with it's large windows that let in plenty of sunlight and homemade coffee. You wonder if Hiromi likes it here too.

Seeing him wave, you walk over to the table he's seated at. The contents of his case file are currently spread across the table in what appears to be a methodical order. You examine the notes he has written down, comparing them to your own.

The rest of your meeting goes well. After getting your coffee, you continue to compare notes and discuss the case.

After a few moments of silence, each of you reviewing your own work, you asked, "Hiromi?"

He looked up from his notes, humming to signal his attention.

"Do you think we can really win this case?" you asked. "I mean, there's enough of evidence to convict, but this is the first time either of us have done this. I can't help but think . . ." you trailed off.

He set his papers down, taking one of your hands in his. "It's going to be okay, Y/n. You're capable, I know you are."

You felt your cheeks warm. "Thank you. I just really want to do well."

"I know," he says with a hint of sympathy in his voice.

— The day of the trial was finally here. You shuffled your files nervously as you made your way into the courtroom and sat down at the prosecutor's counsel table. You layed your files out in front of you in the same way you had seen Hiromi do at the cafe. You chided yourself for imitating him, but you had to admit, you did look up to him.

Speaking of the devil, a few moments later, he joined you at the table, his dark hair neatly combed back and his clothes elegantly pressed. Watching him from the corner of your eye, you envied how calm and collected he looked. Sure, you can study all you want, but natural skill is just as valuable as the all-nighters you pulled.

You look over at the defendant's lawyer and think maybe you're in over your head. A large, burly man sits at the table, reviewing his files with a self-assured look.

Hiromi set his files on the table next to where yours were spread out. "Good morning, Miss Y/n."

You nodded politely, "Good morning."

He sat, flipping through his case files. "You look lovely this morning."

You uttered a small thanks, fighting to keep the blush from your cheeks and hoped you were wearing enough makeup to conceal it.

Sooner than expected, the judge made her way into the courtroom and the session had began. Since neither of you were technically lawyers yet, you had a mentor there to take care of the logistics of the courtroom.

The judge, an older woman with spiky brown hair, announced to the jury, "Mr. Sato has been accused of embezzling funds from LSA Real Estate Company." She goes on to state that the accused has pleaded not guilty at his preliminary trial, which is why this session is taking place.

She announces that it's time for the prosecutor to make their opening statement. Higuruma stands, as it was agreed upon that he would take this job. His claim is short and precise, unlike some of the drawn-out opening statements you've heard, and he delivers his words with confidence and conviction. You're astonished by how good he is at this. You felt like you've been pacing the floor since you were assigned this case a week ago.

When he sits, you call the witness to the stand. She takes her oath, swearing to tell the whole truth, and begins her testimony. She claims that she's seen the defendant purposefully transferring money from the company's account to his own under his work title. You know what she's saying is true because you've got the security camera images in front of you and you shared a copy of them with the judge before the trial began. When she's done talking, the judge asks if you have any more witnesses, which you don't. She then instructs you to make your closing argument.

With shaking hands, you stand and smooth out your skirt. But before you could move to the front of the table, you felt a hand grasp yours and give yours a reassuring squeeze. Hiromi. You knew it was his before you looked down because of the way his hand felt the other day and the day before that. You're a bit embarrased that you remembered the feeling, but before you have a chance to react, you're in front of the jury.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we've provided ample evidence as to why the defendant is guilty. He has been proven by the witness to have embezzled funds from his company. I trust that you'll make the right decision in the name of justice." With that, you're taking your seat next to Hiromi. You want to thank him somehow for his reassurment, but you feel that now isn't the appropriate time.

The defendant's lawyer stands and makes his closing argument. It's good, you have to admit it. It seems like it's going to be a close call.

As he finishes, the jury exits the room and begins their deliberations. You want to say something, to reach out to Hiromi, but the room is nearly silent and the jurors could come in at any minute, so you decided against it. You don't look over at him, instead opting to scan your files one last time, but you can sense him becoming more and more anxious to hear the results.

Tensions in the room were rising when the jurors finally come back into the courtroom. At this point, the verdict has aready been decided, and you're anxious to hear it.

The judge picks up the verdict written by the jury and reads it aloud. You're on the edge of your seat as she says, "Mr. Sato has been found guilty of embezzlement against LSA Real Estate Company."

You'd done it, you'd won the trial! Although you wanted to celebrate, it would be improper to do so at the moment, but you risked sneaking a glance at Hiromi. He had a silently triumphant look on his face which you relished in. You'd done it, and though it was against your pride to say so, you'd done it together.

The verdict is announced; he'll serve six years in federal prison.

The session was adjourned. The defendant, now in custody, was being led out of the building. As you gathered your things to leave, you started to think anxiously.

You realized you didn't want this to be the end. You wanted to spend more time with Hiromi. You wanted to study with him and talk to him and hold his hand again. You weren’t ready to say goodbye.

The court made their way out of the room, filing one by one into the lobby. You got outside as soon as possible, deciding you needed some fresh air.

As you walked outside and started down the cobblestone steps, you hear someone burst out of the courtroom doors.

“Y/n!”

Higuruma appears behind you, his files in a messy pile in his arms.

“You never said goodbye,” he explains. “Aren’t you happy we won the case?”

You look up at him, feeling a little sad. And then you were embarrassed that you were sad, because you hardly knew him and you were supposed to hate him.

“Yeah, sorry. I just figured you’d want to leave soon,” you say.

His face falls a little. “No, I wanted to talk to you. About the case.”

You faltered. Did he want to talk to you about something else?

“Plus, I didnt want to leave you just yet,” he says.

"Oh . . ." you trail off. What does he mean? "Okay. Is there something about the case you wanted to ask? Or can it wait for some other time?"

He held his eye contact. "No, it's not about the case." You waited for him to explain. What was this all about? Was there a problem?

“I . . . I really like you, Y/n. You’re dedicated and intelligent and I want to spend more time with you.”

You step back slightly, which causes you to nearly topple over, forgetting you were on the stairs. It's Hiromi's arm that catches you just in time, looping around your waist as his other arm grabs onto the rail for stability.

He's alarmingly close now, so close that you can feel his nose touching your own.

"Y/n, are you okay-"

"Kiss me," you say, "Kiss me, Hiromi."

And he does; he leans in even closer until his lips are flush against your own. It's hot and it's intimate and you're sure there are people watching you right now but you don't care. The kiss deepens and you taste him, golden honey and mint and things you can't name but want to memorize.

All too soon, he pulls away. He helps you down to the sidewalk with his hand still on your waist. He kisses you again, but this time it's slower, more intentional.

You share many kisses that day, and even more that night. You share kisses for the rest of the semester, and the rest of the year.

Needless to say, you're growing more and more fond of Hiromi Higuruma.

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