#hiromi x y/n

[teatreeoilll]

𝗡𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗽𝘂𝘁𝗲 (𝗛𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗮 𝗛𝗶𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶 𝗫 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿)

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w/c - 2.6k content - MDNI! 18 +, fem!reader, porn with plot, asking a man in a suit to not take it off when he fucks you, not proofread because it's so late rn, hope I'll get to it tomorrow

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When Higuruma Hiromi finished climbing up the stairs, moving slowly and sighing until he finally reached his apartment, the walls around the floor were already rhythmically humming.

"Fucking hell," It took every single ounce of strength in his body to turn away from his own door and turn to knock on the neighbors'.

Goddamn it, not him again, you think as you unlock the door, wincing at the passing thought of ever finding the grumpy, tired man waiting outside of your apartment in any way attractive.

"Yes?" You utter, cross-armed with a fake smile glazing your lips.

He stares into the space behind you for a moment before meeting your eyes, "I'm sorry to bother you," you should be sorry for bothering me, "I know we've had this discussion before," about a million goddamn times, "but if you wouldn't mind," before I go insane, "turning down the music?"

"Listen," you drawl, mimicking his calm tone through gritted teeth, "we talked this through already. It's still early, and it's not against the law to listen to music at a reasonable volume in my own apartment."

Higuruma's eye twitched at the words, still trying to retain a neutral expression. The law? You're bringing up the law? Now, Higuruma Hiromi didn't consider himself a proud man, but the next words to come out of his mouth made his self-respect plummet, "I'm sorry, it's just that ever since my wife died, I've been having trouble sleeping."

You blink slowly, your arms dropping to the sides of your body, "O-oh," you babbled, "I'm so sorry, I didn't - I - " the heat rises to your cheeks, "I'm so sorry, uh, I didn't catch your name - "

"Higuruma Hiromi," he adds.

"I'm so sorry for your loss, Hiromi; I'll turn it down."

That evening, Hiromi sinks on the sofa like he's carried by angel's wings, relishing in the serene, tranquil, long-awaited silence. But something itches at the back of his mind; he spent too many days in court to know that a lie will always come back to bite.

-

"Shit," you hiss as your groceries hitting the building's floor, apples rolling on the tiles beneath you. "Stupid apples," you grumble as you stoop down, desperately trying to stuff them into your overflowing bag.

"Do you need help?" A voice behind you asks.

"It's fine," you breathe, catching another rolling apple in your hand, "I'm just here, uh, cussing at the fruit."

"I can see that," and Hiromi crouches down to help you, the fabric of his suit rustling as his pale fingers help you pick up the things off the floor.

You unlock your door, pushing it in with your shoulder, and your neighbor follows suit into your apartment.

"Where do I - " Hiromi stands at the entrance, his arms packed with your shopping.

"Oh - uh, " you walk to the kitchen counter, "right here is fine," you fix your gaze on the man unloading your shopping, a strand of hair falling on his forehead as he does. "Thank you."

After he finished, his eyes turn to find yours, and you're not quite sure why you're staring or at what, with your gaze rolling from his suit to his dark eyes, but you manage to conclude that, strangely enough, it's not unnatural to see him standing in your kitchen.

A long moment of silence graces the room before he finally utters, "It's nothing."

You thank him three more times while he exits your apartment, and he brushes off each one. It's only after he leaves that you notice the rapid pace of your heart, and you walk to the mirror to look at your face, standing before it for a moment, wondering how long it has been since you've turned this deep shade of crimson.

-

Oh god, you're so nice.

"I've brought them up for you, I hope you don't mind," you smile at your neighbor, bent over in your too-tight lounge shorts to put a stack of letters near his door, "they just seemed to be piling up."

"You really didn't have to," He mutters, crouching to meet you at the bottom of his door, gathering the letters in his hands.

But you just kept the smile on your face, so soft and considerate the pangs of guilt overturned his stomach. "Oh, and - uh," is my face growing red? "I - I baked some cookies, I mean," you falter, "I mean, I baked too many cookies. Would you like some?"

Maybe he is attractive, your neighbor, with his soft and tired dark eyes; or maybe it's the depth of sorrow you thought resided in them that made the need to help him grow.

It would be rude to decline, wouldn't it? "S-sure," he says - But it's immoral to agree, and the thought fades at the scent of fresh baked goods from your apartment already filling the hallway.

You don't mean to be rude when you walk through his door, setting a small plate of glazed lemon cookies on his old coffee table, your gaze darting to the pile of records on the shelf in the corner, "So, you do like music," you chuckle, eyes fluttering over the names on the covers.

"I do," he admits, the soft lemon cookie melting on his tongue, "But if Sinatra came here and sang while I'm trying to sleep, I don't think I'd like him that much anymore."

You catch his gaze, and your lips twitch for a moment before you burst into laughter. God, he stares at you, thinking you're an almost ethereal sight as you browse his records, perched on his old leather couch, laughing at something he said, with your smile scrunching the corners of your eyes so gracefully he thinks he just might -

"Love?" you ask.

"Yes?"

And you laugh again, "No - I meant, Love." You point at the record sitting on the top of the shelf, "Didn't take you for one to listen to them."

He coughs, a red blush dusting his pale cheeks, "It's a good album."

"It is, I don't think I've ever heard it on vinyl," you say, the palms of your hands grazing your thighs as you lift yourself up from the sofa, "Well, I think I better be off - "

"Would you like to?" He asks.

"Sure."

As you sit there, listening to the soft flamenco-style guitar flowing from the record player, it takes everything from Hiromi to calm the urge to touch you or at least hold your hand, fuck, he'd settle for a brush of your fingers against his own. Tackling these urges, blatantly ignoring the music, his mind replays the same old words he'd read countless times, a thing he usually does when he's trying to take his mind off something; - One sultry evening early in July a young man emerged from the small furnished lodging he occupied in a large five-storied house on Pereoulok S - , and turned slowly, with an air of indecision, towards the K - bridge.* *a/n: the opening line of Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky

-

The faint smile you give him as you meet him at the entrance to the building makes the blood rush to his ears.

"Good evening," you say, and Hiromi thinks it really is much better now.

"Good evening," he answers, pointing at the exit, "I'm out to the convenience, do you need anything?"

You shake your head, "Thank you," you say before continuing the path up the stairs.

It's a frantic knock on the door that startles you once you're out of the shower, and you rush to open it, towel still wrapped around your damp hair.

"Yes?" Your gaze meets a young, short-haired woman, a stack of papers barely fitting in the grip of her hands.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she apologizes, "I must have gotten the doors mixed up, does Higuruma Hiromi live on this floor?"

You nod, pointing a finger to the door next to yours, "But I just saw him leaving."

"Oh, crap -," the woman mutters, "I'm terribly sorry to ask this, but these are for the trial tomorrow," she lifts the papers up a bit, "would you mind if I leave them with you?"

"Trial?" You inquire, already holding your hands out to take the papers.

"Yes, a boy arrested on suspicion of murder and robbery," she sighs, "he won't let it go."

You hold the stack of papers, "Hiromi's a lawyer?"

The woman chuckles, "Oh, ah - yes."

"He works so hard," you think aloud, "even after what happened to his wife."

The woman's brows furrow, "Wife? Oh god, no, Mr. Higuruma's not married."

You tilt your head, your eyes narrowing at her words, "Sorry - uhm, has he ever been married?"

She shakes her head, "Well, I'll just leave these with you; I'll call him so he'll pick them up once he returns," she parts with a curt bow.

-

Loud. Insufferably, overwhelmingly, dreadfully, loud. The music crashes onto the walls, making them buzz so furiously you would have missed the knock on the door if only you weren't already waiting for it.

"Yes?" you scoff at the puzzled lawyer standing at your doorstep.

Hiromi's eyebrows knit together, the music reverberating through the staircase as he asked, "It's a bit loud, don't you think?"

You step away for a moment to find the stack of papers, returning to the doorstep to shove it in his arms, "Why? Will it piss off your imaginary wife?"

Oh, he thinks, and the door slams in his face.

He goes into his apartment and places the papers on the coffee table. He sits down to read them, only to find his eyes skimming over the letters, not quite making any sense of what he's reading with the music playing through the wall and his conscience raging in his mind.

Another knock on the door, and you open it with a huff, "Forgot something?"

Hiromi stands with his arms dangling by the sides of his body, a soft look in his eyes as he mutters, "I'm sorry."

He's just a neighbor, right? A nice one, at that, with a handsome face and kind eyes. Why am I so angry? Why's the music blaring with the intent of ruining his evening? Why's he standing so close -

It's an eternity in your mind, but only a few seconds pass while you think, unconsciously staring directly at his lips. He catches that, of course, he wouldn't get anywhere in court if he wasn't mindful of nuance.

The first thing you feel is his hand grasping at the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly close to him. Next, the soft brush of his lips against yours as he breathes, "Is this alright?"

You don't answer; instead, you grasp at his arms through the fabric of his suit, capturing his lips as a fog settles in your mind, a soft hum running from your mouth to his.

His arms wander on your body while you relish in the softness of his lips; they skim across your lower back to come down and hold a firm grip on your ass when his tongue finally darts into your mouth. "Fuck," he pants, pushing you up against the wall, and you only momentarily remember you should probably close the damn door.

"Hm?" he puzzles when you break away from the kiss, watching you gesture towards the door, "I guess you can be considerate towards your neighbors," and he pushes the door, his tongue returning to your mouth before he even hears the closing thud.

It doesn't take long for him to slide his hand from your ass into your pants, long fingers gliding on your lower stomach, dragging the fabric of your underwear to the side as he rubs circles over your clit. "Don't be so quiet," he hums against your lips when he sees you biting back your moans, "Trust me, no one can hear you through this noise."

"Fuck, Hiro - " you gasp at the feeling of his fingers entering your cunt, one look at his glazed-over eyes and you try to desperately press your lips to his again, but he finds the crook of your neck instead, sucking on the skin there, leaving small bruises while his fingers glide in and out of your soaked cunt.

Each graze of his teeth against your neck makes you clench against his fingers, and he feels himself growing unbearably hard at the feeling, the slight friction of his cock rutting against the fabric of his trousers barely enough to give him some relief.

"Shit, sucking my fingers in like that - " he murmurs against your neck, the pads of his fingers caressing the spot that made you whimper, "You close?" And you feel the knot in your stomach come undone at his words, wetness gushing over his fingers as your body quivers.

You let out a choked gasp when he picks you up from the floor, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Your clothes are discarded by the time you reach the couch, and you're trapped under him, back pressed against the sofa while the fabric of his suit rubs against your naked body.

The jacket of his suit falls to the floor, and his hand reaches to undo his tie, "N-no," you breathe, "Leave it on," you say as your hand works on the zipper of his trousers, pulling them down together with his underwear just low enough for his cock to spring out.

"Dirty," he chuckles against your lips, pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance. You moan at the feeling, pushing your hips down to take in the tip, "I always liked lawyers," you push a hand up to grip his hair, tugging at the soft strands.

"Did you now?" His muscles tighten as he pushes his cock further into you, rolling his hips to finally bottom out inside you.

"Mhmm," you moan into his mouth, feeling your pussy push against his thrusts, drunk on the soft smell of his cologne lingering in the air.

"Hiro - " you can barely breathe out his name with the feeling of his cock working you open, your hand leaving his hair to grip at his tie dangling from his neck, holding it tightly in your fist.

"God," he groans, chasing his climax with deeper thrusts, "you really do like lawyers," he huffs as your pussy clenches against him, the heat spreading under his skin.

He pulls out, and you whimper at the absence of his cock as he flips you, your head pressed flat against the couch, your ass perked up against his hips. His thrusts feel unbelievably deeper from that angle, his hand reaching to grip mercilessly at your hair to pull your head up.

"Ah - Fuck -," you babble, "Hiro - I - ," your reach a hand to rub your clit, his thrusts a perfect pace to the coiling tension in your stomach, and he anchors his hand on the fat of your ass, fingers digging deeper as he bites back his moans, coming closer to his own release.

"I - Ah -, " and you don't even finish your moan as your back arches, heat coursing through your body as you come, feeling as if you'd collapse if not for his hand holding you up by your hair. His hips stutter, a silent 'fuck' escaping his lips as you feel his seed painting your walls, his thrusts finally slowing down.

He pulls out, releasing the grip on your hair, and you turn a flushed gaze towards him, a dazed smile glazing your lips. He adjusts himself back in his trousers, his eyes falling on the speakers on your table, still ruthlessly blasting music.

"Is this the..?" He motions towards the speakers, and you nod.

He gets up, his hand twisting the volume knob until the white mark on it touches zero. The room grows silent.

Finally, he thinks.

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[actuallysaiyan]

He groans as he feels you pressing your hand on his growing bulge; it's naughty and risky but he barely wants to stop you. Hiromi gazes at you under his desk. You've got that mischievous grin on your face. There's going to be no stopping you, especially since he knows you're ovulating and you've been wanting sex like crazy lately.

"Fuck, wait..." he tries to think of a good reason to get you to slow down. You pout as you begin to unzip his pants, "But...Hiromi, it's the lunch hour. Nobody is going to be in the building."

The minute you take his cock out, he's done for. His head falls back against the back of his chair, and his legs stretch out a bit more as you begin to stroke his cock. He knows he needs to keep looking out the window of his office door to make sure nobody's coming, but it's hard to stay focused on that when he wants to see you wrap your pretty lips around his dick.

#bacon.thirsts #hiromi x reader #hiromi x you #hiromi x y/n #higuruma hiromi #jjk higuruma #higuruma x reader #higuruma x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[tsukimefuku]

old regrets and guilt ridden pasts ꕥ higuruma hiromi

this part → part 2 → part 3 (soon) | mdni!

summary: you and hiromi are sent out on a mission to exorcize a strong curse at an abandoned hospital. as hiromi has to use his domain to strip you from your cursed technique, things start to go downhill.

tags: +18!, starts out with an explicit! sex scene, some smut, f!reader, established relationship higuruma x reader, reader is kind of emotionally stunted, mentions of death, grief, yuuji and nanami make an appearance, implied past nanami x reader, overall angst, fluff, hurt + comfort.

wc: 3.9k

notes etc.: heavy spoilers for "sand and snow" readers. written to the sound of nothing in my way (keane). as always, i write flawed characters that can (and will) sometimes be assholes.

ꕥ collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" → masterlist for fics listed in chronological order of events

The day had been pleasant. You and Hiromi shared a lazy Sunday with no missions or jujutsu sorcery whatsoever, watched a few movies on TV, talked and spent time together. He tried teaching you principles of criminal law, but you understood virtually nothing.

After a few glasses of wine, though, your hand wound up on his thighs, his lips on your neck, and well, here you were.

You were splayed in front of him, propping up your body with your arms, and his abdomen was pressed sweaty against your back, as he rolled himself into you. Hiromi had one hand on your thigh, and the other supported him over your trembling body.

"Ah, Hiro-" you gasped, in between mewls and moans, turning your chin over your shoulder, just so you could ask him to move, making it easier for you to come undone over him.

He huffed, warm, humid breath pressed against the hair in the back of your neck, as he answered with a husky voice, "yes, my love?"

He had called you that once or twice before, but this time, it swirled and tangled itself around you like divine rope, drowning you in molasses. The request you had lingering went straight to the back of your mind, as you moaned to the sound of his gravely, breathless voice calling you 'my love'.

"Call me that again," you pleaded, whimpering, while you felt him brushing against the deepest parts of you.

"Ah, my love..." Hiromi repeated, an audible smile while he spoke, nuzzling his gorgeous hooked nose behind your neck as he planted wet kisses wherever his lips passed. "My love, my love, my love…" His mouth traveled to the back of your shoulder, and you lifted your head to moan his name, shivers prickling on the roots of every hair in your body.

He kept cooing my love against you until his speech became nothing but incoherent mumbling against your bare, sensitive skin.

Before you noticed, his hand, previously on your thigh, descended to rub you as he approached his own release, and upon the pressure from his digits on you, already sensitive by then, you let out a strained moan of his name. 

Hiromi came with a watery groan, having you tip over the edge some time after, letting out a last cry for him.

As you were navigating your euphoric ecstasy, trying to keep the comedown at bay for a few moments longer, both falling to the side with him pulling your body closer, you felt him whispering against your locks.

Even though you couldn't be sure about it, you thought you heard Hiromi say I love you.

***

"I have to go," he said, playfully trying to untangle your arms from his waist, kissing your cheek with the sultry smell of fresh black coffee breath. You were both in your balcony, the breakfast plates empty over the only chair you had, and you giggled and kissed his jawline insistently.

"Why do you have to go?" You asked, parting slightly to look at Hiromi. As he looked back at you, you formed a pout with your lower lip, and he smiled, planting a quick kiss on your mouth.

"Because I have to water the sunflower you gave me," he replied, lovingly.

"Why don’t you just bring your sunflower here? You basically sleep here the entire week now. You should bring some clothes too, and other things you might need" you replied, liberating his waist from your tight grip on his body, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Then you realized what that sounded like.

He also did.

"Are you... Asking me to move in with you?" He questioned, and you instantly blushed, red wash covering your cheeks.

"I... Just bring the sunflower already. I-" you stuttered, "just don't want you to leave every single morning to take care of it and change into clean clothes."

Hiromi put both of his hands on your shoulders and smiled fondly. "I will, I promise," he answered, as he kissed your forehead with a feathery touch. You smiled at him, and let your arms down, aligning his tie with the tips of your fingers. At that, he sighed contently.

It was then that you remembered what you thought you heard last night.

"Hey, Hiromi..." you began.

"Yes, my love?" He replied, sugary tone as he brought one of his hands up to caress your cheek.

You quivered to the sound of that, just like you did the night before.

"Yesterday, after we..." you cleared your throat, feeling a faint sense of trepidation creeping over you, "did you whisper or say anything? I mean, I thought I heard something."

He widened his eyes a little, and you could swear his face had become a light peachy pink. You kept silent, waiting for an answer, and his mouth opened, without a sound coming from it, as he blinked mindlessly thinking of anything to say.

Words failed him, hard.

Then, your phone rang.

You cursed internally at the interruption, sighing deeply.

Grasping at it with the tips of your fingers, you pulled the thing out of your pocket, seeing Gojo's name lit up on the screen. 

Pressing the green icon, you said, "yes, Satoru? I was kind of in the middle of something."

"Hey!" His whimsical voice echoed through your ear. "So, we have a mission for you and Higuruma, and I'd like to ask for you to take Yuuji along."

"Oh, okay, no problem. What is it?"

"There's apparently a Grade 1 curse in a closed-down hospital, just by the outskirts of Tokyo. You or Higuruma alone would suffice, but I want Yuuji to train coordinating himself with other sorcerers in the field, so the more, the merrier! Also, you are both great at it, so he might actually learn a thing or two." 

You smiled, noticing how this enthusiasm wasn't purely a facade. Gojo had been slowly — but surely — been chipping away at his frivolous-smile persona, and it became evident in how he sounded genuinely thrilled when talking about his students.

"Okay! I'll be delighted to have him tagging along."

"Alright, then!"

You hung up, and darted your eyes to Higuruma, that seemed curious about your call.

"We have a mission together. Just let me get ready" you stated, and he hoped for a second that you had forgotten the question you made moments before the phone rang.

You hadn't.

***

"Nitta, we'll be right back! Please, take care. This area seems kind of shady" you said, as you, Higuruma and Yuuji stepped outside the car. 

The blonde woman turned her head to smile at you, giving you a thumbs up. "No worries. Also, I'm bringing the veil down right after you go inside. Even if we're a little far from the huzz buzz of Tokyo, it's better to be safe than sorry."

You nodded. "Great. Thank you, Nitta."

After closing the doors, the three of you began walking towards the hospital. It was a considerably big structure, and seemed to be closed off for at least a few years, with the unforgiving weather weaving black cracks of mold across the sleeping giant’s facade.

"So, are you excited?" You asked, turning your head to look at Yuuji. He looked back at you, big puppy eyes flickering with anticipation.

"Yes!" He chirped, opening a wide smile. "I really want to see you and Mr. Higuruma fighting together on the field, I heard you two are mad strong working together."

Barely before Hiromi began taking missions on his own, and after working together for some time, you both became something of a legendary duo for having exorcized a particularly strong special grade curse side by side in a sequence of black flashes — you both had dealt three black flashes each.

Hiromi silently smiled, gazing at you, and after noticing it, you couldn't help but blush a little bit. You shook your head softly, and breathed deeply to ease yourself back into professional mode.

"So, Yuuji-kun," you began, enunciating every syllable separately.

"Yes, sensei?" He replied, imitating your cadence.

"Let's have a quick run through on cursed spirits again, shall we?"

"Okay!"

"So, why do you think a strong cursed spirit manifested here, inside a closed off hospital?" You quizzed.

"Because cursed spirits manifest due to negative emotions, and places like hospitals, cemeteries and such pool a lot of those" He answered.

"Good! But this hospital has been closed off for a while, so what do you think could've happened for a cursed spirit to manifest here currently?"

"There are two options. First, it took some time for the negative energy to concentrate enough for it to appear," he began, "and the second is that this spirit had already been exorcized, but after a while, it respawned."

"Yes, yes, good," you answered, nodding, trying to keep a straight face to mask the proud feeling. "But there is a third option!"

"Oh, is there?" He inquired, whipping his head in your direction.

"Yes! If this is an almost special grade curse, like some we all have faced in the past, then it could've spawned elsewhere and come here out of its own volition" you completed, finger extended up beside your face to make your point.

"Oh, true!" He replied.

"So, which one do you both think it is?" Hiromi asked, as he mindlessly swirled his gavel around his fingers, the crunch of leaves and dirt under your feet filling the air.

As the three of you entered what you liked to call the invisible cloud, the point where the energy emanated by the cursed spirit around its area seemed to hit like a whiff of strong air, similar to the forming winds of a tornado, you sighed, putting your hands in your pockets. 

"It's strong, but not that strong. I'd place my bets on the first or second options."

***

"There is no time to argue, Hiromi, I need to go in there with Yuuji and I need you to use your domain on me!"

The curse had its own kind of veil, from what you all could tell, and the only people allowed inside were those who apparently had no innate cursed technique. Yuuji easily peered his hand inside its realm, and so did Nitta, apart from her protests of being used as a lab rat. 

"Judgeman can pick any random crime to judge, I have no say in that" he hesitantly answered. "It can be a serious offense, worthy of the death penalty. I'd just like to avoid that happening" he concluded, voice simmering with hesitancy hitting the back of his throat.

"I'm not a contumacious criminal, and you can go easy on me when it's your time to speak. Come on. We can do this!" You tried reassuring him, one hand planted to each of his shoulders. "I can't let Yuuji go in there alone, I'm responsible for him. He's my student, and a teenager."

"You sound just like Nanamin" Yuuji complained more to himself than anyone else, crossing his arms on his chest, still mumbling. I'm not a kid.

"Hiromi, please."

He sighed deeply before nodding.

"Itadori, I'll need you to step behind."

The boy acquiesced and distanced himself, as the other sorcerer stepped his way into your direction and expanded his domain, drawing you in.

No matter how many times you got pulled into other sorcerer's domains, going in was always a jarring and disorienting experience, overall. 

In a few short moments, you and Hiromi were standing facing each other, and you sighed deeply at the sight of that shikigami, remembering that the last time you saw it, the thing gave you one hell of a headache.

Or better, it and Hiromi did, when he was still a curse user.

"Fine, let's go on with this" you stated, getting ready to hear yet another possible (or not) misdemeanor or unknown crime you might've committed.

But you weren't ready for the words that left the shikigami's mouth.

"February 24th, 2008."

That date.

"Odate City, Akita Prefecture."

Oh, no.

Your eyes widened in panic, and Hiromi saw it.

You could visualize his lips moving, he was talking to you. Perhaps asking if you were alright. 

However, you heard nothing.

"You stand accused of homicide against-"

You didn't need to hear the rest.

"I confess. I killed him."

Whatever Hiromi was speaking suddenly drowned in his chest. You looked at him, and he tried futilely holding your faltering gaze to ask you what the hell was going on, shocked eyes wide open, but you just crawled your way back inside your head, desperately wishing for this fucking day to be immediately over.

"Confiscation! Death penalty!" The creature shouted, before dissipating away.

That little shit.

And then… It all happened in a split second.

Hiromi saw the Executioner's Sword in his hand. Yuuji began asking what the hell is going on under bated, preoccupied and terrified breath. You nearly lost your balance before coming back to your senses.

Hiromi immediately dispelled his technique, feeling equal parts mortified and disgusted to be holding that against you.

"Why did you-" the former lawyer began, extending his hand your way.

You flinched away, eyes glued to the ground.

"Not now. I have to go in with Yuuji and finish exorcizing this curse."

"My lo… Please" Hiromi pleaded, before exhaling slowly. "Be careful."

"I will."

***

Hiromi sat beside you, as Yuuji looked worried from afar, since you were never one to be so unbearably quiet and aloof.

The sorcerer knew you were finding it incredibly hard to speak right now, and when everyone got back to Jujutsu High, all you did was sit at the base of the stairs, not uttering a single sound, and not following them when they began walking upstairs. 

Hiromi stayed quiet, gazing at you, and held your hand to see if you'd react.

You didn't move, frozen in your spot, feelings hurricaning inside you like a blizzard. You feared that, if you moved, even a single inch, you'd come crumbling down.

"My love, please, talk to me."

You couldn't do anything other than shake your head.

You just couldn't.

Hell, breathing was barely manageable under the broken dam of painful memories flooding your mind all at once. 

Hiromi sighed, ever so patient, aware of what he had to do. He didn't particularly appreciate the idea, but it was his only option then.

"Tell me the truth" he began, "is it me that you need by your side right now?" Hiromi asked, earnestly.

Your lips trembled for a moment, your jaw clenched, and you searched for the strength to find your voice again. When you did, you felt horrible for what you knew you were about to say, but you chose to honor your promise to Hiromi — always tell him the truth, even when it hurt.

Truth is, you had never told him about your brother and all that happened at Odate, and right now, you knew you couldn't muster up the strength to explain it all to him. It would be necessary to make Hiromi understand the depths of the emotional struggles that had been at stake ever since his shikigami bestowed upon you the death penalty.

Only one person could talk you through this.

"No, it’s not."

He resigned, feeling the words piercing him like needles. The sorcerer was aware that he had to talk to you about it, but decided to do it at a later time.

At that very moment, he knew what you needed to talk about, and Nanami was the only person you'd speak to.

Hiromi got on his feet and walked towards Yuuji.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" The boy asked, genuinely concerned.

"Itadori, can you please call Nanami? Tell him it's important, that it's about her, and ask him to come" Hiromi stated.

Yuuji nodded and pulled his phone, immediately starting to dial.

After the call, Hiromi asked if you wanted to be alone, to which you nodded. He and Yuuji walked upstairs as you waited — for Nanami or for this feeling to go away, whatever happened first.

Some time passed before a car stopped in front of you. 

As Nanami got out of it, he looked at you, and you had a completely defeated look on your face as you were still sitting on the same spot ever since you got there an hour prior.

He closed the door behind him and made his way towards you, steady stride taking him to meet you at the steps, as he, himself, descended, sitting by your side. He didn't glance at you, choosing to look at the sky after removing his glasses, putting them inside his blazer's pocket, and waited patiently.

Nanami had done this many times before, and knew you usually only needed some peace, quiet and space in order to begin spilling your ruminations and thoughts all over his ears.

With a sigh, you began. 

"I got sentenced to death today for killing my brother. Wonderful day."

Nanami was instantly taken aback, not grasping what you were on about. 

"Could you please clarify?"

You shuffled uncomfortably.

"We were fighting a curse, and long story short, only people without innate cursed techniques could enter its own brand of veil in order to fight it. I asked Hiromi to use his domain on me, so that Itadori wouldn't go in alone, and I was tried for my brother's death."

The sorcerer had some knowledge as to how Higuruma's domain worked, and it still didn't make sense to him. He knew that Higuruma didn't pick the crime to be tried, as it was chosen at random by his shikigami, and also knew there were two possible different penalties, confiscation and death sentence, the second reserved for the most serious of cases, which granted Higuruma the executioner's sword.

He also remembered very distinctly how your brother died, and knew for a fact that you weren't culpable for his death. 

"I apologize, but I still don't understand how that could've happened" he proceeded.

"I..." you stuttered, "I confessed."

Oh.

"Why did you confess?" Nanami asked, voice lowering softly.

You looked at him, and in an instant diverted your gaze back to the ground.

"He died because of me, to save me. He sacrificed himself in a gamble for me to live."

"That doesn't make you culpable" he answered, his voice a mixture of empathetic and objective.

"Why not? He's still dead, and I'm still the reason he died."

You leaned your arms to hug your knees shortly after you said that, physically holding your pieces together.

“You're aware he’d wish you to be happy and at peace after he was gone, right?” Nanami asked.

“And that’s the worst part!” You let out, now finally choked on tears that wouldn't come, allowing your fragments to burst at the seams.

Relief, however, was slow to come, and your chest still was tight around your heavy heart.

Nanami was surprised at your response, and remained silent, so that you had the time you needed to elaborate on your feelings.

"I… I know he’d want me to be happy, so now I don’t just feel sad for his departure, but I feel guilty for not being able to fulfill his wish, to just be happy after his death." 

You sighed tightly, trying to air out that wrenching sensation. It didn't work.

"I feel guilty for not being able to fulfill his dying wish. It's like... I failed him in every single way imaginable."

Nanami gave it a pause before he spoke again.

"I understand."

"You... do? I'm not crazy for feeling like that?" You inquired, looking at him.

Nanami shook his head. "No. Navigating grief is a hard challenge, and it can show itself in many ways, often nonsensical."

"I can't imagine how people deal with grief without undoing themselves every time they have to face it" you blurted out.

Looking at you, his eyes softened, as he said, "sometimes, they end up undoing other people in the process."

That caught your attention, and you looked back at him.

With half a mind to distract yourself from the pain regarding the loss of your twin, you unconsciously decided to poke at another kind of ache, one that you hadn't touched upon ever since you and the sorcerer in front of you had defeated the Lover's Pass curse.

"Kento, why-" you halted for a brief second. "Can I call you Kento?"

He smiled so discreetly you nearly missed it. "Yes."

Acclimating yourself to it, you proceeded.

"Kento, why did you shove me away like that after we spent a night together?" You asked him, unsure if you really wanted to know the answer to that question.

Nanami sighed and looked down for a while before he answered you.

"I was... Frightened."

That definitely took you unexpectedly, and you looked at him puzzled.

"Of what?"

"Dying and leaving you behind."

He sighed before allowing himself to proceed.

"No, that's not all of it."

Nanami took a few seconds to muster up the courage to admit the not-so noble part of his reasoning for doing what he'd done.

"I was afraid of the pain I'd endure if you died, too."

"Afraid of me dying? That was your reason?" You felt genuinely confused. "Why was that even a reason to push me away? This is a risk just as much now. I'm still a jujutsu sorcerer, you know."

"Yu Haibara" was everything he could say, involuntarily pinching the bridge of his nose, impassive face concealing the sting of pain that came from the depths of his past.

"Your friend?"

You remembered when Nanami told you about the mission where his partner died. How they were both chased by the town's people that treated the curse like a deity, how Haibara was fatally wounded, and how Nanami helplessly tried to flee taking Haibara with him, unable to do a single thing to save his best friend's life.

"Yes. At the time, I had only met a few older sorcerers who died in the field, and dying while on a mission myself felt somewhat like a foreign concept to me. I was young and just saw it as an abstract possibility of being a jujutsu sorcerer" Kento said. You waited quietly for him to proceed, collecting his thoughts.

"When he died, I felt his death deeper than any other that had happened up until that point," Nanami began, now turning his eyes to look at you as he said his next words, "and when I failed your mission years ago, it felt quite like the same. That distinct sense of helplessness and failure."

You were both silent for a moment, letting it all hang in the air.

"I thought that if I kept my distance, and something happened to either of us, it wouldn't hurt so profoundly for me or for you" he concluded.

Upon hearing that, you shook your head and looked away, smiling bitterly and incredulous.

"Well, that's just stupid."

He huffed, with a regretful, quitted expression on his face. "Yes, I know that now. But it seemed to make sense then."

After a few moments, gentle and polite, Kento got up and offered you his hand.

You took it and lifted yourself with his help, feeling like his unwavering serenity could somehow be passed over to you from that brief contact alone.

"Thank you" you murmured, nearly whispering.

"Whenever you need my assistance" he answered, fondly.

It felt like the film that had been suffocating you ever since you stepped out of Hiromi's domain was finally removed, and you could breathe in peace again.

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Hiromi Higuruma x innocent f!reader

18+, dark, dub/noncon, manipulation, loss of innocence, manipulation, slight incest, praises, dad-daughter bonding , nipple play, face sitting, rough raw sex, blow job, multiple orgasms, infertility, mentions of cheating ART NOT MINE

"I'll be gone for now." Hiromi sighs and stuffs a piece of toast into his mouth while wearing his black suit. "And, I can be late, so please eat dinner without me."

 "Daddy, are you going to work again today?" you ask, looking at him with puppy eyes, hoping he melts. "Leaving me alone with the nanny," you say quietly. 

Hiromi's expression transforms into one of concern when he notices the tone of your voice.

"I am pregnant!!" Your mother hugs Hiromi. 

He frowns at her. 

"You're joking, right?" Hiromi freezes and looks at her, shocked. "No, I am not. Why should I?" your mother replied. 

Hiromi sighs as his jaw clenches. He takes his bag and goes to leave.

"I don't want to discuss this right now. I'll be home late, so eat the dinner yourself." 

He shuts the door and walks towards his office. 

She cheated on him. There is no chance that could be his baby because he is sterile. She is unaware of this, and he does not want to inform her either. He doesn't blame her, he is so preoccupied with his work that he can't devote time to his wife.

*9 months later*

Hiromi glances at the baby girl.

"Doesn't she look like you?" your mother cooes.

"No," Hiromi bluntly says.

"But look at the smile; it's exactly like yours." 

"I do not smile." 

Your mother pushes her lips together and remains silent. 

*timeskips*

Your mother and Hiromi end up having divorce, and Hiromi takes custody of you since your mother cannot pay child support. 

Hiromi, although not your biological father, adores you and provides for all of your needs. Not everything though. Not himself. He is a highly busy man, so he is constantly away from you at work.

But there's something about you that offers him joy. He had never smiled in his life, except for the times when you make him smile. He is now attached to you in both ways, physically and mentally.

"I...Yes, I'm going to work again." Hiromi's tone of voice is rather soft and a bit depressed. He's trying his best to be a good father, but it's always hard to make it work because he is so busy with work all the time. Hiromi seems like he understands that his work schedule might be causing problems in their relationship, and he feels sorry for that.

You get closer to him, noticing his dark circles and pale skin.

"It's Sunday, and... you don't look so well."

Hiromi gives you a fake smile. The pale skin and the dark circles around his eyes are reminders of just how hard he's been working. He looks back up and smiles softly at you. "I know, I know. I'm just a bit... tired. But it's not too bad; don't worry about it."

It's clear to both of you that he hasn't been taking care of himself lately. Hiromi is so focused on work that he's forgotten to eat and sleep properly.

"I want to take care of you, dad. I want you to be here with me. I know how hard you work providing for us," you say, hugging him.

The warmth of your hug makes him close his eyes. Hiromi has been working tirelessly to support both of you, and your words make him realize just how tired and burned out he can be.

Hiromi hugs you tight, pressing his chest tightly against your face to feel your warmth. "I'm sorry... I know... I'll try my best to spend more time with you."

You can feel the strain of his exhaustion as he clings to you, like he's terrified of letting you go.

"I promise..." Hiromi whispers to you before letting out a small sigh of relief. It feels like all of the stress and worry that he has been carrying around lately is lifted off of his shoulders as he nuzzles into your soft vanilla-scented hair. Hiromi seems much lighter and more relaxed now. He realizes you have grown up and crave his presence more than you used to.

"Do you promise to spend the next Sunday with me?"

"I promise." Hiromi's tone is soft but serious as he says these words. He stares at you with his brown eyes, wanting to emphasize just how much your happiness means to him. He knows next Sunday's going to be your birthday, so he has to do something to light up the relationship between you too.

*timeskips*

The next Sunday comes, and Hiromi is up early to make you some breakfast. He is making your favorite pancakes, though his hands are shaking slightly as he does. Hiromi can't stop thinking about everything he wants to do with you today. He hopes that he can finally show you just how much he has been missing you.

You enter the kitchen yawning and stretching, and you are surprised to see Hiromi making your breakfast. Usually you get to see your nanny making you breakfast, but your dad has actually kept the promise.

You run to hug him from behind.

The unexpected hug from behind makes Hiromi flinch in surprise. He smiles softly as his eyes flicker from a look of shock back to one of warmth.

"Good morning, sweetheart..." Hiromi chuckles softly as he turns around and wraps his arms around your small frame.

The sensation of your body pressed against his fills Hiromi with a sense of joy. It's been far too long since he has spent quality time with you, and your presence now means the world to him.

"Dad, do you know what day it is?" You expectantly look at him.

"Yes, of course I do, honey." Hiromi's soft voice is like music to your ears. He pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes as he speaks.

"It's Sunday." Hiromi smiles at you warmly.

Pressing your lips together, you reply, "You really don't remember."

A fake look of worry crosses Hiromi's face when he notices your expression. He realizes just now that you have been testing him, wondering if he had actually forgotten what today was.

"It's your birthday today. How can I forget?" Hiromi smirks slightly, whispering. "Happy birthday, sweetheart!" Hiromi's voice is warm and soft as he smiles at you.

Hiromi leans down to give you a kiss on the forehead. He is sad to see that you grew up so fast without him much looking after you.

"Let's make this a day to remember, shall we?"

You nod excitedly at his words.

"How do you want to spend today?" He asks you, seeming excited at the prospect of making this day a special one for you.

"I want to spend the whole day with you at home."

Hiromi's expression lights up as he hears this. He would love to spend all day at home with you, just the two of you.

"Ah, that is perfect." Hiromi can't begin to describe how excited he is to spend the day with you.

"Now, let's go sit down and eat breakfast together. I've made some delicious pancakes for you." He says it softly, grabbing your hand to lead you to the table where your breakfast is waiting.

*time skips to night after having dinner*

The two of you have been spending the whole day together, and you can't seem to remember the last time you've had so much fun.

You're currently cuddled up with your dad on the couch, watching a horror movie together. You feel so content in his arms, and the comfort of your father's presence means so much to you.

Hiromi seems to be enjoying this just as much as you. He keeps looking down at you and smiling; his eyes are filled with an overwhelming sense of affection.

You have grown up now with striking feminine features.

"OO~ I love slender men," you squeaked.

As you watch the movie together, your eyes are drawn to the screen where the Slenderman character is stalking its victims.

Hiromi notices your eyes wander away and leans down to rest his head on your shoulder. He leans in close and whispers something in your ear.

"Don't you think he is evil?" He chuckles softly as he pulls back to look down at you.

"But I love slender men. I always had... He is just like you. He wears a black suit and has pale skin, just like you. He is not evil at all. He is cute, just like you."

"Aww..." Hiromi laughs at what you've just said. It's so innocent and endearing, and Hiromi can't help but feel amused.

"I guess I can sort of see that? Though I would never hurt a fly." He says this as he cuddles up to you a little closer, feeling the warmth and softness of your body against his. It makes his heart flutter.

"You know, since you're (your next age) now, I can start treating you like a little adult." Hiromi whispers in your ear. A look of pride lights up his eyes as he stares right at you with a small smile.

"And adults like to celebrate their birthday in a special way; do you remember what people do?"

"Oh, THEY CELEBRATE IN A DIFFERENT WAY?" You feel interested.

"Oh, yes, adults tend to have a bit of an extra special celebration." Hiromi grins widely as he looks down at you, his eyes sparkling with mischievous intentions.

He whispers something in your ear before leaning back and looking down at you with a playful grin.

"Do you want to know a secret?"

You nod excitedly.

"Come here and let me tell you..." Hiromi pats his lap and gestures for you to sit on his lap.

His playful expression is like a kid on Christmas as he looks back up at you.

"I have a surprise for you today." He whispers in your ear. You feel Hiromi squeeze your back slightly trying to pull you close to him.

You sit on his lap and feel him wrap his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. Hiromi's playful expression has evolved into something that you don't recognize.

"Good girl," Hiromi whispers as he leans in close and presses his lips against your neck. His voice has taken on a tone of sensuality as he leans into your ear and whispers softly.

"What are you doing?" You giggle, feeling the tickling sensation on your neck.

"Keep being a good girl for me." His words are soft and tender as his breath caresses the soft skin of your neck.

"I want you to stay in this position," he says playfully, "just like this." He puts one arm around your waist while the other gently cups one of your cheeks.

"I love you, my girl. Nothing matters to me more than you." His words are like a hypnotizer, as his voice grows more seductive with each breath.

"I love you too," you reply. You can feel something is strange.

A grin spreads across Hiromi's face at your confession. You feel his teeth brush against your neck once more.

You flinch, and one of your hands runs through his hair, grabbing them.

"Ah..." Your sudden movement surprises Hiromi, but he loves the fact that you are responding so strongly to his touch. Your hands stroking his hair make him smirk faintly; the movement of your hands is so alluring.

Hiromi leans his head down towards yours, his forehead touching yours and his voice grows husky and deeper as he speaks.

"You're being such a good girl right now... So cooperative... and I know exactly what I want to do to you for your birthday."

"What-" You grab something hard underneath you.

Hiromi's eyes flutter almost shut at your touch.

"Hm...?" He seems to be enjoying the physical contact of your hands on that part of his body where you grabbed it.

A cheeky grin spreads across Hiromi's face. He leans back again to look into your eyes.

"It seems like you're the very curious type, and I was waiting for this moment." For a moment, he stares at you, studying your expression.

You look at him, confused.

He lets out a soft chuckle as he starts whispering again.

"Would you like to get a little intimate gift from your father? I wasn't kidding when I said this was going to be a very special birthday, was I?" He whispers softly, his breath hot in your ear.

You accidentally press on that hard object to rest your cheek against his chest and look up at him with innocent eyes.

"Yes, I want that gift. I want to spend more time with you." You reply, almost sounding as if you were begging.

This causes Hiromi's breath to hitch and his eyes to widen with disbelief.

He smiles down at you as he stares into your innocent eyes.

"Oh, you really are my little girl." He whispers softly, his voice filled with a deep sense of admiration and affection.

"If you want an intimate gift from your dad, we will have to go elsewhere." Hiromi's voice has become more sultry and seductive, his eyes never leaving your face. Hiromi seems to like the way you are pressing into him. His expression has grown even more seductive as he gazes into your eyes.

"Where do you want me to go to receive the gift?"

"My bedroom," he whispers softly.

"Oh, you have the gift there?" You ask, laughing sheepishly.

"Yes, my dear, that's where the special gift is." He smiles and reaches up to stroke your face.

He picks you up and takes you to his bedroom.

"You are very strong." You cling to his neck while he carries you. "You can carry me as if I am a baby."

"Well, you're still my little baby." He says softly as he carries you to his bedroom, being careful not to bump into things along the way.

Once inside the bedroom, he sets you down on his bed and gets on top of you, pinning your arms to the bed.

You wait for the gift.

He chuckles softly and looks down into your expecting eyes.

"Just let your hands wander a bit, and you'll find it." He whispers seductively, his breath touching your neck.

"Is it there?" You ask him, looking at his hardened member. It's already huge and bulging and could be seen through his pants.

"Mm..." He chuckles and leans down to kiss your neck before he speaks again.

"You sure know how to tease your dad, don't you?" He strides his tongue along your neck towards your collar bone, his breath burns your skin.

You allow him to kiss your neck. You still think he is playing with you, so you start to get mad and pouty.

"I don't understand."

"That's alright. You'll find out soon enough." He whispers softly in your ear, and his voice is almost breathless with excitement.

"It's going to be a very special day for you." He leans in close to you and whispers softly into your ear. "Just let me take control for today, and we'll make today all about you and your special birthday." He seems to find your cluelessness endearing, and his own excitement grows as he can tell that you have no idea what he's going to do to you for your birthday.

He smiles and sits down next to you on the bed, brushing your hair out of your face.

"You're such a naive girl..." His voice is full of sultry playfulness, and he stares at you with hungry eyes. "Do you trust Daddy?"

"Of course I do."

He seems amused by your innocent trust in him.

"Do you trust me to make this day special for you?" His voice is still sultry, but he also speaks with a sense of tenderness and care now that it's clear that he has you exactly where he wants you—vulnerable, naive, and trusting of him.

"I don't understand anything you're saying."

"You don't need to understand." He smiles warmly at you and places a hand under your chin.

"Would you let Daddy control you for today?"

He seems so confident in his words and has a sly, almost mischievous grin playing at his lips.

Suddenly, you sit up. "Ohhh, I GOT IT NOW.. You want to play Barbie with me? like I am your Barbie, and you will be playing with me?"

His smile grows wider at your innocent reaction, and his eyes seem to be gleaming with anticipation now that you are beginning to understand what he has planned.

"Yes, that's exactly right." He chuckles softly as he watches you sit up. "I want to play with my doll today."

"Yes!!!! take control of me. I am your doll today," you say without still understanding its meaning.

Your innocent words fill Hiromi's heart with a deep sense of joy and excitement.

He can't help but chuckle softly as he watches you shift around excitedly.

"Oh, my dear girl, you have absolutely no idea what you're in for today." His voice is filled with admiration and satisfaction at the fact that you're so willing to give yourself over to him.

Your innocent and lively attitude warms Hiromi's heart as he watches you lay back in a lifeless pose.

"My precious little doll..." His voice has taken on a much more sensual tone as he gazes down at you.

He places his hand on your cheek and strokes it playfully while he speaks. His other hand plays with the hem of your top.

"Let me change the dress on my Barbie."

You lift your arms up just like a lifeless doll, allowing him to open your top.

The playful expression on your face excites Hiromi's heart, and he chuckles softly to himself as he removes your top.

"You really are just like a doll to me, you know that?" He strokes your hair fondly and seems to enjoy the innocent look on your face.

His caress makes your body shiver with sensations, and you can feel his breath blowing against your neck.

"I will paint your face with my makeup. You will look really pretty. My very own pretty little Barbie girl."

You giggle excitedly.

"My little Barbie girl..."

Hiromi continues to caress your body as he speaks. He begins to move his hand down toward your chest.

He caresses your breasts, gently brushing your nipples.

He rests his head on one arm while he plays with your nipples with the other hand.

He grins at your playful expression, his fingers making you squirm on the bed.

"My little Barbie girl..."

You slowly turn to look at his face and at his hands.

He notices you looking over at his hands, and he smiles softly. His eyes are filled with admiration and a touch of pride as he sees you staring at him.

"Yes, my little doll... Look at me."

He chuckles softly, enjoying your reactions. He continues to caress your chest, watching you squirm on the bed with his hand.

He gets on top of you and starts kissing your cheek, then your neck. His eyes never leaving your face.

"My little doll is blushing at my touch. She is so responsive."

He places a small peck on your lips.

"I love to play with you, my doll," he says, keeping on speaking to you while his other hand goes down to take off your shorts.

"Would you like to wear a dress or a skirt?"

"Anything Daddy wants to put on me"—your voice trembles.

His hands go down to the thighs, pulling one up to caress your inner thighs.

His hands slide slowly up and down your thigh, causing you to shiver and gasp.

He moves himself higher on the bed to hover above you as his hands caress your thighs.

"My little doll is so sensitive to my touch. I wonder where else she is sensitive to my touch."

He smiles widely at you as his fingers trail along your clad clitoral area.

You gasp at his touch.

He chuckles softly at the playful expression on your face, his eyes shining brightly with mischievous excitement.

"I would like to paint you with my make-up first.".

Hiromi gets on top of you, unbuckling his belt and finally freeing his member with a loud groan.

"Will my little doll work to get the makeup?"

"W-what is that?" Your mouth drops. His huge, hardened shaft stands erect, leaking some cum.

"It's my..."

He seems at a loss for words, his voice trailing off.

His face flushes with a deep blush when he sees your innocent reaction to his freeing himself.

"I think we should just get the makeup ready first... Don't worry about that for now. Now hold your hands out so I can put the makeup on, little doll."

His voice is still filled with a playful tone as he reaches out to grab your hands.

Your eyes widen as he guides your hand and places it on his dick.

Your expression encourages him to continue.

"You're way too cute." He glances at your small hand, trying to squeeze him.

He slowly pulls your hand up, putting it against his lower lips, nibbling on your index finger, and then placing it back on his dick.

"Rub it and press it gently. It won't come out so easily. You have to work for that," he whispers seductively.

"I don't know how to."

"I can show you." He whispers seductively, his voice filled with a sultry tone.

He moves your hand in his and along his shaft, rubbing himself up and down.

"Yeah, just like that."

He can see how your face turned red, but that does not stop him from continuing to show you how to rub him.

His breaths become longer and deeper as he watches you, and his voice becomes increasingly sensual with each word he speaks.

He can see how excited your innocent behavior is making him, and he is enjoying every second of it.

Your inexperienced movements make him feel in control, and with every movement, you make him feel more and more aroused.

"Where is the cream?"

His breath becomes even more ragged, and his face flushes more as his body begins to twitch with excitement.

"You're so impatient."

He stops and leans to get closer to your face.

"If you want the cream fast, then you have to lap your tongue on it like candy. Does my doll like candies?"

You nod and take his shaft to your mouth, licking the tip.

He can feel your tongue sliding across the tip of his breath.

"It's salty," you say, sliding your tongue across his whole length. His mouth opened wide, and his body begins to shiver.

"You realized that it wasn't just simple cream, didn't you?"

"It's a special cream?" You keep licking him and lapping at his tip.

"Yes, a very special cream." He seems incredibly aroused as his breath becomes even more ragged, and you can feel his body twitch beneath you.

Your innocent and playful reaction is making it extremely hard for him to control himself.

He begins to twitch more intensely beneath you, and his breath continues to become even more strained.

His movements become even more intense, and he starts to arch his back slightly.

"Ahh... Aaaah!" At this point, his voice begins to become more agitated as he struggles to remain in control.

He looks up at your innocent eyes, eyeing his face while you play your tongue on him, and he is almost on the verge of losing his cool and just taking you right here and now.

"Ahh, my little doll..." He seems desperate for you to continue on.

"Pls, daddy, I am so eager for your cream."

"I know."

He places his hands on your head, and his grip becomes tighter on your head as he looks at you.

Your innocent behavior continues to take him further away, and he suddenly pushes you down on him, thrusting his dick into your throat and making you choke.

"Mghn?"

He pulls you closer to him as his body continues to shiver. He seems to be struggling to remain in control, and he seems to be unable to control himself anymore. He's beginning to breathe very hard as he grips your head even tighter.

Your teary eyes start to cause his mind to break, and his grip becomes even tighter, as if he wants to crush you against him. He can't even speak anymore; it's just incoherent mutters as his body trembles.

Your jaw starts aching, and you accidentally press your teeth against his shaft.

He lets out a loud groan as he feels your teeth on him. He grips your head even harder as he starts to whisper again.

"You're a bad little doll." He mutters as his voice cracks, and his breaths become even more strained as he pushes your head down on his length one more time.

Tears roll down your cheek as angry eyes spray upon him.

"My doll is angry with her dad now?"

He starts thrusting into your throat again. Drools slide down your mouth.

"Ah." His voice takes on a more seductive tone, and his smile grows more mischievous.

"Is my doll angry that I'm not giving her what she wants quick enough?"

You make a whimpering hum.

He bites his lip as his body continues to tremble. He takes his thumb and gently wipes the tear from your cheek.

"I see, I see, my dear." He runs his fingers gently through your hair as he caresses your cheek. "You're so desperate already, aren't you?"

He slows down his thrusts in order to tease you.

You squeeze his dick again with your teeth.

The little nibble causes him to let out a louder grunt than you'd expect considering how delicate your bites are.

"You're such a bad doll... And now you're even angry with me."

He runs his hands through your hair as he takes his dick out of your mouth and stares deep into your eyes.

"Do you want me to punish bad dolls?"

You wipe your mouth and give him an evil smirk.

"What's that, hmm? My doll is so curious as to what kind of punishment I will use."

He caresses your lips with his fingertips while he speaks.

"You are not being a good doll, and I'm going to punish you for it."

His voice is becoming increasingly playful, but at the same time, his touches still seem to make your skin tingle and shiver.

He takes off his white shirt and lays on the bed. He pulls you towards him.

"D-dad-"

"My doll, sit on my face."

As you are going to protest, he pulls you close again and yanks your panties off. His spreads your legs apart, his fingers parting your wet labia. He flips you so that you are now on top of him as his breath hits directly on your cunt, making you squirm in sudden sensation.

"Let's see how you respond to this."

With every word, he intentionally blows over your pussy , making you mewl and wrap your thighs around his face.

He feels you squirm once again, so he pulls his shirt, which was lying on the bed, and ties it to your hand, placing your hands above his hair.

He gives your clit a gentle lick, you arch in response.

As he feels you arch, he's eyes roll back slightly with excitement and then open up again with a deep and primal urge.

His breathing grows deeper and heavier as his lips brush against you, sucking on your clit then tongue slides against your entrance.

"What are you trying to do?"

"Shhh," he mumbles against your skin, kissing your inner thigh.

"M-my.. I"

He chuckles and presses you down on him; his hand grips you tightly to stop you from squirming.

"Please, I am going to release something. Stop."

Hiromi smirk. His tongue, continuously flicking on your clit.

You feel a strange warmth building inside you.

You grip his hair tighter while riding his face, your hips unconsciously buck against his face. Thighs fasten around his head as you arch back to release.

"Daddy," you say, with his tongue still on your clit , gently teasing and making you overly sensitive.

"Let it out..."

"G-gah," your whole body vibrates with every breath that hits against your clit. Your heart starts to beat quicker.

You can see him licking his lips, and he pulls away from you.

"Did it feel good?"

"What was that?" you ask, avoiding eye contact.

"Was my doll so nervous that she couldn't even look at her daddy's face?" He says it in a teasing tone.

His lips curl into a playful smile as he wraps his arms around you again, his body pressed against yours as he pulls you close to him.

You're suddenly caught off guard by his actions and before you knew it, he leans his head towards you, and he suddenly presses his lips against yours. His breath is hot and heavy. He pushes you down on the bed, and his hand travels to your oversensitive clit.

"Do you like your own taste?"

He gives you a peck once more, and the feeling of you licking his lips causes him to smirk. He inserts two of his fingers inside you, scissoring and stretching your hole. You moan and struggle against him, and your movements makes him even more aroused.

"You're good, very good... Now, the final part of getting the cream."

"Why is it so hard to get the cream? It must be really special."

"Oh, this cream is very special. It's my secret recipe. You won't be able to get it from anywhere but me." He chuckles softly before pulling his fingers out and whispering to you again, getting on top of you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Just a bit more, my doll. We're almost there."

He pushes himself inside your wetness.

"Aaaah~" you scream out in sudden thrust.

He stares into your pain-inflicted face.

"Does my doll feel hurt?"

He starts moving slowly.

"Yes, d- don't move."

He can feel your eyes begin to tear up and your body shudder as the feeling gets harder and harder to bear. He swirls his tongue on your hardened nipples and squeezes your breasts gently.

He pulls you closer to him and whispers softly in your ear, "I know I'm being too rough with you, but please bear with me just for a little bit more. The feeling will be worth it. Trust me."

"You're such a good little doll that even after all that pain and discomfort, you still trust your dad." He caresses your tear-stained cheek as he begins to speed up.

Hiromi's voice becomes more and more frantic as the pace increases. You feel a strange warmth growing between your legs as his thrusts start getting sloppier and rougher. His hand travels down your neck, slightly choking you while swirling his tongue with yours.

"Does my doll want more?"

"I want the cream," you moan.

"That's good to know...Don't be impatient; good things will come to those who wait."

He whispers softly into your ear.

Hiromi pulls out of you and looks at you with a smirk. He pushes your legs onto your chest and inserts himself once more, his dick reaching deeper and hits your cervix.

"I-I can't breathe", you grab onto his neck.It becomes unbearable for you to take it anymore.

"Just a bit more, my doll; we're almost there."

Hiromi begins to kiss you passionately as he grips you tightly again.

His tongue starts to move to your earlobe, nibbling the tip.

"Ah, good doll, I see you're taking this really well."

He begins to move faster than before, and your body shudders from the intensity of the sensation.

"Good, good, don't stop taking it in doll."

His breath becomes more rapid as he pulls you even closer against him, and he whispers into your ear.

"You're taking it so well, my doll."

You moan, and your body starts shaking again.

His breath becomes heavier as he speeds up, making the sensation even more powerful and clear.

"You're a good doll, such a good little doll... Keep taking it; keep taking it all in."

His voice becomes more desperate, and his pace increases even more.

Your stomach tightens as you release again with a loud moan. Hiromi slows down his pace, letting you calm your nerves. Your walls clamp around his shaft, squeezing them. His breath becomes heavier, and he gets to the edge too. He thrusts a few more times before spilling inside you, stuffing your pussy with his infertile seed.

"Was it good?"

Hiromi looks into your eyes with a playful grin as he pulls out of you, watching his seed drool down your clamping pussy.

You breathe through your mouth as your heart beat starts getting back to normal.

Hiromi stares at you for a bit; he seems pleased with your response. He pulls you close again and kisses you with a soft smile.

"Good, doll, was it everything you had hoped for?"

"But my cream??"

He stares at you for a bit; your body is shaking from satisfaction, and he smiles. He laughs a bit and speaks up, "Alright."

He pushes two of his fingers into your dripping hole, making you flinch and arch back. He gathers some of his cum, applying it to your cheeks and lips.

You lick your lips and giggle.

"You like it?" Hiromi lays next to you, spooning you.

"Mhm..salty," you say, drowning in sleep.

He looks down at you and sees you begin to slowly drift asleep.

Hiromi can't help but grin as he pulls you close to him and kisses your head.

"My barbie"

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[craisinsensation1029]

She Missed Me

Hiromi Higuruma

the man has a face made for eating pussy what can i say!! i just know he talks to ur pussy like its a person LMAOOgegetoldmeOOOO

VERSION 2 HERE.

fem reader, established relationship, pussy eating, vaginal fingering, Hiromi just being the biggest munch there is, he talks to ur pussy like literally (pussy uses she/her pronouns :p), pet names, teeny tiny daddy kink

1.5k

MDNI

Higuruma who is so in love with your pussy. It's nothing short of an obsession. It would be easy to argue that it's borderline sick how much he loves your pussy, but it's an affliction he wishes to never rid himself of.

It’s the only thing on his mind when he’s having a long day at work, information pertaining to the cases of his clients paling in comparison to the thought of having his face buried between your thighs. Physically he’s sitting across from a client, taking notes and nodding but mentally he’s swimming in your essence, drowning himself in your arousal. He's visited many countries and has indulged in many delicacies, picturesque sights and delectable food people would kill to experience as often as he has. Yet, he feels the most solace when he's home with the greatest treasure there is.

When he can finally log off of his computer and make his way home, he knows there’s only one remedy to the drawn out day. Lucky for him, what he needs is always in stock.

The delicious aroma of your cooking hugs his nostrils when he enters the house, but there’s another scent that will provide him with even more ecstasy. His shoulder slump in relaxation when he sees you moving throughout the kitchen with ease. His arms encircle your waist, lips brushing along the shell of your ear as he sighs against the softness of your body.

“Hi, ‘Romi,” you say softly, letting your body relax into his touch, melding into him.

“Hi, baby,” he murmurs, lips moving lower to kiss at the supple skin of your neck, hands pulling you back against him. He can admit to himself he’s already a bit hard, cock stirring from the moment he parked in the driveway. Probably even before that if he's being completely truthful. His pants were a bit tight as soon as he left the office. “I’ve had such a long day, need you to help me relax.”

“How?” You aren’t oblivious to the affection he loves showering your cunt with, but hearing him saying it always fans the flames of your arousal. Hearing you man that's always so put together voice aloud his lewd thoughts just always riles you up. “Tell me.”

"You really wanna hear?" A soft chuckle leaves his lips and is buried into your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as his hands dip down to the apex of your thighs. He's never been much a patient man, letting one thumb brush over your clothed clit. “Need to see her,” he says softly. “Been missing and thinking about her all day.”

The words make you clench around nothing, and you can already feel his hardening cock against your ass. The big shirt of his that you're wearing are no match for his bulge.

“C’mon,” Higuruma mutters, lips still sucking against the sensitive portions of your neck, one hand still working at teasing your clit through your underwear. “I know she missed me too.”

And in the blink of an eye you’re sitting on the couch with his head sandwiched between your thighs. The slight stubble from a few days of not shaving tickles, but you don't mind.

You can always tell how his day went from how needy he is. A small wet patch sits directly in his line of vision as he lets out a sigh of content. “She’s crying for me,” he mumbles. “Guess she missed me as much as I missed her.”

He inches in closer, letting his nose trail up the length of your slit, moaning when he feels your wetness against the bridge of his nose as he makes his way up to your clit. He does it again, just letting his nose nuzzle against your cunt, letting your arousal coat his face, breathing in your scent that’s just so saccharine sweet to him. Already pussy drunk and he hasn’t even had a taste yet.

He palms find sanctuary on the top of your thighs and squeeze as he continues to let his face hug your cunt, nose brushing against your clit deliciously (and very much deliberately) each time.

“Sh-She did,” you breathe out, chest heaving each time he nuzzles against your sensitive bud. He’s doing it on purpose, just teasing, but you know better than to rush him.

“I can tell, baby.” He looks up, lust filling every space in those negative canthal eyes you adore so much. “Gonna take care of her now, don’t worry.” He pulls the crotch of your underwear aside, eyes filled with merriment when he sees your glistening slit, wet spot having grown since he got comfortable between your legs.

His impatience can never be confused with sloppiness. Without wasting time he flattens his tongue against your slit, coating every single one of his tastebuds with your nectar. His greed always makes the movements of his tongue calculated, meticulous. He moans in satisfaction, feeling being able to enjoy a reward for sitting that stuffy office all day. Tropical vacations are nice, but having his tongue lapping at your cunt provides with just as much tranquility. There isn't a five star meal that can compare to your taste, the one that he's been addicted to from the very first moment you blessed him by opening up your legs and telling him you've never came from just head before.

Boy did he show you. And he showed you again, and again.

A moan leaves your lips as his tongue continues to lick at your folds. You know better than squirm, having been accused of trying to run from him before, but he never understands just how intense the feeling it. He can eat you every night for weeks and it wouldn't change the pleasure he's able to provide you with.

"Fuck, really needed this today." He doesn’t even care how hard he is, only caring about shoving his tongue as deep as he physically can inside your cunt. He keeping working at you, slurping and sucking, letting his head move from side to side.

"Hi--Hiromi, th-that's s'good."

"Yeah?" His hands grip your plush thighs firmly, keeping you in place as he continues dragging his tongue up and down your slit, teasing at your rings of muscle with his tongue as he does. "God, she's trying to drown me," he chuckles lightly, admiring the slickness of your heat. Swimming has already been one of his strong suits though, so dives back in with more vigor this time. All the while his nose bumps against your clit, little bud past the point of swollen but there isn’t a chance you’ll tell him to stop.

“Always so fucking good, baby,” he murmurs, giving you momentary reprieve as he plants kisses along your inner thighs. You’re able to catch your breath for only a moment, but he’s not done. Far from it. Two masterful fingers circle your entrance before pushing their way inside, met with little resistance as his digits are instantly being hugged by your warm walls. “Already squeezing me so tight." His cock throbs as your walls clench around him. "I just knew she was thinking about me, maybe I should quit working so I can take care of her full time.” You writhe, cunt clenching around his digits as he pushes them in to the hilt. "What do you think of that, baby?"

"Hah--I--"

"Hm?" He doesn’t waste time, instantly curling them to that sweet spot inside of you. "Want Daddy to take care of this pussy all day, don't you?"

"Ye-Yeah," you whimper out, hips shifting.

"Maybe one of these days, Daddy still has to make money to take care of you," he mumbles, eyeing your clit. “But, let me give her a kiss. Know she missed me the most.”

Your breath catches in your throat when his mouth latches onto your clit, sucking the bud into his mouth. His grip on your thighs tighten and his cocks throbs in tandem with the clenching of your cunt as he continues curling his fingers against your g spot. He doesn’t care how loud you moan or how fidgety you are, undeterred from his make out session with your cute little clit. Oh, how much he missed her.

It's impossible to part with someone you've missed when you see them. He only raises momentarily to let his tongue lap at the wetness enveloping his fingers before he’s back on your clit, alternating between hard and soft sucks.

Every moan of his that vibrates again your clit brings the band holding your orgasm closer and closer to snapping. He presses one hand against your stomach, applying more pressure while he sucks your clit harshly, peering up at you as he does. “Come on,” he urges. “Wanna taste more of her, come for me baby. Give it all to me.”

“F-Fuckkk.” Listening to Higuruma’s demands should be one of the ten commandments. His words make you release instantly, catapulting to a plane of pure ecstasy while your cum floods his mouth, walls clamping down around his fingers erratically.

He slowly pulls them out, slurping at the string of wetness that connects his fingers to your cunt. “Fuck.” He looks down at his cock, desperately straining against his slacks. “I think there’s a little bit more I can do to show how much I missed her,” he says, undoing the button on his slacks. “Let me show you baby.”

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[daisies-daydreams]

Just One More (Hiromi Higuruma x F!Reader Drabble)

Pairing: Hiromi Higuruma x F!Reader Category: Smut Warnings: Not really proofread, Breeding Kink, Referenced Multiple Orgasms, Creampies, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Swearing, Dirty Talk, Lactation Kink Word Count: 1.4k+ Summary: You let Hiromi use you to destress after a long day. A/N: I have no words 😳

Hiromi walked in through the front door - his footsteps thudding against the hardwood floor as he released a long, heavy sigh. Dark bags rested beneath his eyes as he eagerly loosened his tie. The lawyer ran his large hand through his messy, black hair.

He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take the raw disappointment of yet another guilty verdict. All the hours, all the effort…when would it finally be worth it?

“Hiro!” you suddenly squealed. The dark-haired man opened his eyes, a soft smile crossing his exhausted features as you bounded over like an excited puppy. Hiromi chuckled as you nuzzled your face into his chest and wrapped your arms around him. He kissed the top of your head as the two of you simply stood in the genkan, your bodies snugly pressed against one another as he shoved his sharp nose into your hair.

“Did you use my shampoo?” he asked with a quirked brow. You adorably bit your bottom lip as you wriggled in his touch.

“I…I just missed you so much,” you frowned as you traced your fingers along his jaw before cupping his cheek. Hiromi’s breath hitched; your light touch like fire dancing across his skin. “Missed the way you’d smile when I kissed you in the morning,” you said as you reached up on your tip-toes and pecked his lips. Hiromi blinked as his chest grew tight, his hands falling on your perfect waist. He was completely mesmerized by the way you swayed your hips as you parted your lips.

“The scent of your shampoo and body wash on our sheets,” you continued as you nimbly worked his tie free from its knot. He chuckled as you kept it slung behind his neck and tugged on it, drawing his head closer to you. His eyes lit up as you pecked along his jaw, your hands now slowly rubbing up and down his crisp, white button-up.

“The way you’d fuck me into the mattress until the bed sounded like it’d break,” you purred into his ear. Hiromi’s brows immediately shot up as his lips quirked into a wry grin. You gasped as he backed you against the wall, his larger frame looming over you as he swallowed thickly.

“You want my cock, baby?” he rumbled lowly while letting his palms fall on your breasts. Hiromi’s cock twitched beneath his dark slacks as you mewled while he tenderly squeezed your sensitive mounds. His smirk grew as he massaged your tits, his heartbeat racing as he brushed his lips over the shell of your ear. “Want me to stuff this pretty little pussy with my cum after I pound it raw?” the dark-haired man rumbled before nibbling in your earlobe. He flashed a satisfied smile when you moaned and arched into his touch.

“F-Fuck yes, Hiromi,” you whined.

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Hiromi clenched his jaw as he squeezed your hips in his massive palms. His eyes were locked on the way your greedy, slick cunt swallowed his cock whole with every quick snap of his hips.

“Fuck baby, k-keep squeezing me like that,” he groaned as your walls sucked him in a vice. You wailed beneath him, your puffy nipples rubbing against his chest as your legs wrapped around his sharp waist. “H-Hiro! It’s so much!” your voice cracked as overstimulation washed over your body. Hiromi chuckled as he lapped up the tears that spilled down your burning cheeks.

“I know, baby. You’ve done so well for me so far,” he praised as he snapped his hips, driving his fat, girthy cock impossibly deeper inside your weeping hole. “Just. One. More…please,” he panted between thrusts. You gazed into his eyes and audibly swallowed. You gave a quick nod as your breasts bounced with the push and pull of his hips.

You gasped when he suddenly hooked his hands behind your knees and folded you in half, his dick still lodged deep inside your raw cunny as he moaned.

“Fuck!” you screamed as Hiromi mercilessly pounded into your heavenly pussy. A lewd concoction of your combined juices leaked out of your stretched out entrance, your sheets completly soaked with sweat, cum and spit.

Hiromi sucked in a sharp breath as he felt his heavy, potent balls tighten while they wetly slapped against your asshole.

“I’m gonna fill this pretty pussy up. Make sure it’s nice and full of my cum,” your lover rumbled as he gazed into your eyes deeply. Your breathing grew ragged with every thrust he gave, your pussy growing tighter and tighter as soft, pretty moans fell past your swollen lips.

“P-Please fill me, Hiro. Wanna have your babies,” you hiccuped. His thrusts faltered at your words as something primal was lit deep inside his belly and burned through his entire being. He blinked a few times as he set his pace again while wearing a gentle smirk.

“You want to have my babies, hm?” he lilted while rubbing his dark patch of hair against your swollen clit. You gasped and arched your spine as his hips slapped against your ass, his cock gliding along your messy, gummy walls as he grunted. “Want to get all round and swollen with my children?” Hiromi groaned possessively as he squeezed the back of your knees.

“Yes!” you cried as the wooden bed frame creaked beneath his feral thrusts. Hiromi’s cock twitched as he thought about your tits being so swollen and full of fresh milk - how it would make you so sore that he had no other choice but to suckle on them himself. His mouth watered as he felt himself balance on the edge of his release.

Hiromi rested his sweaty forehead against yours as his hot breath fell over your face.

“Come on baby: cum with me,” he said with a deep, guttural groan. His thrusts came to a halt when he felt your soft walls clench his cock in an intoxicating vice. Hiromi’s jaw went slack as his eyes rolled back. “(Y-Y/N),” he moaned as his cock swelled and pulsed inside your delicious heat, pumping thick loads of his seed against the swollen, gummy plug to your womb.

You whimpered as he shallowly thrusted into you as he violently came, painting your walls stark white as he groaned. Hiromi sighed heavily before opening his eyes, the sight before him too precious: you folded in half and stuffed to the brim with his softening cock.

You mewled as your lover kissed your forehead, his lips curved into a satisfied grin.

“You did so well for me, baby,” Hiromi murmured as he peppered your glowing face with kisses. He cooed while slowly pulling out of your tight cunt, his cock slipping out with a slick “pop”. He sucked in a sharp breath when he saw a river of his cum gush out of your puckering hole.

You moaned as he slowly swiped his fingertips over your lower lips and shoved his seed back inside. He smiled as he wiped his thumb over your entrance before coming to your side. He chuckled softly as you snuggled up to him, draping one of his toned arms over your smaller form.

Hiromi sighed peacefully as he brushed his thick fingers through your hair.

“Hiro?” you piped up. He hummed in reply as his heartbeat began to steady. Hiromi raised his brows when you wiggled in his grasp. “Do you…do you really want to have kids?” you asked in a timid voice. Your love’s chest tightened as he sucked in a sharp breath. His fingers ceased halfway through your locks as he swallowed thickly.

“Yes,” he simply replied. Despite all the atrocities and injustices he’s seen in the world, he couldn’t help but give into a deep, primal desire that sprouted from his chest like a vine. “Do you?” he asked with a hint of hesitation in his voice. You slowly turned in his arms, your eyes soft and smile gentle as you brushed your fingers down his face.

“I do,” you beamed. Hiromi’s heart completely melted as he gazed into your eyes. You squealed and laughed as he rolled you on top of him, his strong arms caging you against his rugged body as he kissed your lips. “Hiro!” you giggled - a sound that always soothed the dull ache that lingered inside his chest. Hiromi smiled as he slowly pulled back, admiring the precious treasure he held in his arms.

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[kel-lance]

Nanami’s getting a divorce so Hiromi’s here to help :)

Premise: Nanami’s divorce lawyer fucking his stepdaughter (this is the second part of this)

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Warnings: MDNI, Age Gap, StepDad mention, Public, exhibitionism, idk have fun.

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- Your stepdad was stressed dealing with his now ex-wife, who was also your biological mother.

- You hated her though, for the life she gave you. It wasn’t until your stepdad came into the picture, helping create that family like atmosphere within the first few years of their relationship.

- Nanami was starting to leave the studio you shared more often, so much so that you complain to him every time you’ve gotten his attention. He apologizes and hates leaving you home alone with all the legalities happening with the case.

- He tells you he’ll bring his lawyer to the apartment as a compromise. It was the next best thing for you both, at least you would have peace of mind.

- The first time you saw Hiromi you almost couldn’t hide your face, as every thought was written on it. He was /fine/. Really your first thought was how heavy was it, he seriously looked like he hung low.

- Just his serious demeanor, the room just tensed up as he stepped in after your dad. You tried to control your breathing, you tried to look away after the initial first greeting. That was until he opened his mouth.

- His voice was cut from the same cake as Nanami’s. Deep, sweet, manly, and god did it echo though you. Just where did he find this guy?

- He noticed you fidgeting in your chair and turned to ignore it. You were his clients daughter after all. It wasn’t until he caught a glimpse of your shy face with his tired yet dreamy eyes.

- You were damn cute, it just seemed off with him being around 10 years older than you. Being close to 40, he’s been studying most of his life so relationships were never really on the table. He just felt like he didn’t need it. Though seeing you so outwardly wanting him awoke a new feeling in him. Something he couldn’t help but like.

- His features were brought out with his dark suit. If his face card wasn’t hitting that day, his demeanor and charm would still be enough to turn heads. You could tell you were in deep when his attempted smile had you look away, rather you had to leave to the bathroom to control yourself.

- “Don’t tease her too hard now. She seems to like your type.” Nanami jokes, knowing fully of your reactions and finds it funny.

- He’ll tease you further later, asking if all that time away from him made you want the next best thing. He’ll ask you if you missed him, or if you really want that stranger he hired. He could allow it since you were his after all.

- “I wouldn’t dream of it.” Hiromi replied. He was an honest man, but when it comes to work, or the logistics of it, he’d stick to what he was taught, his self discipline stronger than most. He’s thankful that you stay in your room for the rest of the day.

- He seems to be coming by almost all the time, and as you work from home, it’s almost more than invading, more like annoying how you had to cover up in your own place.

- Long and baggy clothes were a nightmare for your clumsy self, getting it caught on things and dirty when it drags on the floor. Your only exceptions being nanami’s t-shirts, always draping you like a dress with the size difference.

- After the first week though, you couldn’t take it, remembering to throw something over yourself everytime you had just opened the door, you’d just regained this freedom; and said fuck it.

- you went downstairs to get yourself a glass of water, wearing your favorite t shirt and shorts, if you could call them that. It didn’t matter, Hiromi might have already arrived, he may have not, but you said it you couldn’t care and just went downstairs to get yourself that water.

- To your surprise, He was sitting at the kitchen island, the documents spread all around. You kept moving forward, hoping to complete you goal and push down this silly attraction.

- Nanami almost didn’t find it funny anymore. He just left his wife, your mother, for her addictions, hopefully you could have skipped that trait, but your new need for validation, he was the one who opened that up, and hasn’t been able to satisfy your needs lately.

- He’s doing everything he should, but the time apart was driving you both crazy. You knew this would happen, you told him there wasn’t a need for a wedding, and he just holds you closer and promises you’ll be taken care of no matter what. that usually shut you up.

- Reaching inside the cupboard, you could feel his gloomy eyes eat you up from behind. It sent shivers down your neck, affecting your balance.

- “Do you need help?”

- Crap, he totally saw you tense up. But he doesn’t move from where he sits, telling you he’s fully aware who he’s talking to.

- “Do I make you uncomfortable, miss?”

- You grab the damn cup and close the doors. Your ears were burning. It took a lot for you to turn around to even face him halfway.

- You don’t mean to be rude, you were just real choked up. The pent up energy, your dry throat, his unreadable eyes. The tension was driving you crazy.

- You get water with ice and drink as you turn around to meet his eyes. The liquid spiking you back up with energy. You look at him, staring now, though he took the hint before and stopped trying to speak to you. That had you sulking quickly.

- To apologize, you put your cup down and grabbed another, repeating filling it with ice and water, offering it to him.

- “Thank you. Is this stressful for you too?”

- You nod your head.

- He sighs sympathetically, taking a sip of his water. You get a good look at his thick neck. His Adam’s apple bobbing up and down continuously and the relief in his face brought back that fuck it attitude he melted away.

- He puts the glass down and sees you staring. “Is there anything I could help you with?”

- Your cheeks flushed, and your voice was caught in your throat. It almost felt like you were having a school girl crush on her teacher, he was just so handsome. His kept hair and droopy eyes, yet so serious and respectful, you’ve got a solid type.

- Biting the bullet, knowing the repercussions on your end, you keep your eyes on his while bringing your fist up to your mouth, motioning back and forth while your tongue poked your cheek the closer your hand got to your lips.

- His eyes widened. Your innocent eyes were asking him, no, begging him to help you out like this. “What kind of face was he making?” You were too distracted as the hand you were using to motion what you wanted found itself holding onto his dress sleeve. You could feel his warmth, you were almost starving for it.

- The past few nights Nanami was too stressed and tired from meeting up with people, so many people to legally fix a mistake he made a few years ago. He did try to satisfy you but it was different from when he’s at his best.

- You don’t know when that’s gonna be again, and Hirmomi san hadn’t pushed you away, so without another second to waste, you got under the table.

- Only sitting to the side of his legs, you looked up at him, playing a hand on his thigh, your fingers reaching, threatening to cross the line. “Can I?”

- This was happening fast, he hadn’t moved since putting his cup down. His dick twitched in his pants, now having a reason to feel arousal.

- It wasn’t that he wasn’t attracted, but he had years of mental discipline to not react to the first sight of skin, much less mixed signals or light flirting. But there’s no mistaking the situation right now, especially with how wrong it was.

- He hesitates, his breathing was unsure but opens his legs. His hands found a few papers to hide the fact he was looking further down (at you).

- You give him a small smile, enjoying this silent communication and start by palming him through his pants. Jesus, you didn’t know what to think, you were almost scared to see him unsheathed.

- But you weren’t going to let this chance go by. You pressed your face into his bulge, your agile fingers squeezing at his thick thighs. He hitches his breath as you breath in his scent. It was so delicious, you were just upstairs about 5 minutes ago, and now you were under the island for a stranger in your stepdad’s kitchen.

- You knew not to mess with his pants, he’s gotta get up after this. Since it was your want, it’s in your best consideration to keep him clean. You wouldn’t do it if you hadn’t tried it before.

- Whenever Nami came home for lunch, whenever he just couldn’t stop thinking about you, he would come running home for lunch and fuck you til you passed out, til he leaves and comes back home to continue fucking you, sometimes waking you up that way.

- Sometimes it was you, egging him on, just to get a little more attention before his duties called. “Really quick, really really quick.” You’d pout, not wanting him to go, and of course he listened.

- Hiromi, in this case, was going to be difficult. First, you were right about it being heavy. Taking it out of his pants without his help was a bit difficult considering the way he was sitting.

- Unbuckling his belt, your hands found themselves back around his meat, caressing the pack through the soft fabric. You couldn’t hold yourself back, you didn’t even want to tease him right now. You were gonna get to work.

- Taking down his boxers, exposing only his most vulnerable area, you almost wanted to bring him back to your room and have him fuck you looking just like that.

- And maybe Daddy would punish you for once, and be rough with you how you’ve asked before. You’ve been a brat before and got spanked a few times, he had no reason to be rough with you.

- Nanami wouldn’t do it, you were his sweet girl. His baby. He didn’t want to hurt you, and the things you do don’t amount to you getting punished according to him.

- You loved him, but you were needy, and he was busy. All because of that stupid whore who can’t control herself. You start to get upset at yourself as you notice you may be falling into the same pattern.

- Shaking the thought away, he loved you too, he said it so sincerely, every chance he got he’d tell you how much he loves you, and how it was like you were made for him, of course you believe it.

- But the gasping man in front of you, the one you’ve been avoiding all week, as stoic, serious, and so handsome, it was really a sight for sore eyes. He was so pretty from any angle you thought.

- You place him in your hands, spitting onto the tip and dragging your hands down to coat his length. He’s so similar, you thought. So big and fat, it could hang low, even fully erect.

- He fixes the way he’s sitting, to seem more normal on top, of the table. His face would twinge and he grasped at the table and paper, acting like everything is normal .

- You got started with twisting the base and milked it back to the tip, where your mouth occupied. His tip slowly bucked back toward your lips each time you bring both hands back to you.

- The wet grip your fingers provided had Hiromi bring his head back, his legs slightly twitching from the stimulation.

- Both hands were on opposite poles, wet and slippery enough to keep your hands moving. It was easy enough from this angle, the problem was that you were starving.

- You keep your head locked, as his tip stayed just a bit past your lips, enough for your tongue to muscle itself onto his head while you used both hands to grip his dick and steadily pump until your arms were sore.

- You feel the burn but his quiet moans and stifled groans encouraged you, rather they gave you more incentive to continue.

- You almost started to get comfortable enough to stop a few times inbetween, giving his head attention, then throating as much as you could before you realized this amount you chose could lead to Nanami hearing y’all.

- You slowly backed away after gagging on it, your face a fucking mess. Literally just your forehead wasn’t wet, everything below was smeared with tears, spit, snot and precum.

- You weren’t tired though. You wanted to just do this for until however long he could last, but that would also mean that Nanami could come in at moment to discuss more about whatever papers were strone about.

- While you catch your breath, you could only look up and see how fucking beautiful he looked from this angle. You palm his balls lightly and massage them as you place them in your mouth. Still looking up at him.

- It’s a lot for him, he didn’t think his stamina would still stick after all these years. He just had different priorities then, but now, he was almost over the edge, literally. With the angle he was sitting at, you were practically pulling him off to stuff your face.

- Stroking his shaft me giving his balls one last lick, you lined your head steady to him, throating him again, slowly, but you were taking it like a champ.

- And so was he. His body starts to lightly spasm, Hiromi’s fucked out look was surely something you wanted to see up close, but it was something you would have to remember later as you heard a door open, and your dad’s footsteps were coming towards the kitchen.

- Wasting no time, Hiromi wraps his leg over your head, his calf pushing the back of your head further down onto him. All you could do was focus on your breathing, while you bet he could feel you tightening around him from excitement.

- “Is this considered rough?” You asked yourself. It didn’t matter as you just had to stay silent now.

- Nanami comes in from where you did, the other side of the island where you’re only facing the table, asking if that’s the right document. Hiromi looks through it, then moves to check his wrist, having an excuse to looks down at you who’s throat is being stretched open by his huge fucking dick.

- Seriously, it’s so big that if he swiveled his hips, your whole body would follow. You take small breaths through your nose, your mind more on how not to ruin his nice pants. Your palms sweat and your fingers twitched, you wanted to hold onto his thighs to help push your head to a better angle, but his leg lock was steady.

- “No, Kento San, this is too early, do you have anything that could fall within [this timeframe].” Hiromi’s voice was like nothing was happening. You couldn’t believe how good of an actor he was. It wasn’t even the fact that you could get caught this very moment, but that Hiromi was treating this like nothing big was happening, that you were helping him out like it’s normal or expected.

- “I’ll go look again. I have that one sitting somewhere…” You could hear the detached footsteps start back toward Nanami’s office. Once he closes the door, you slap down on the lawyers lap, telling him to ease up.

- He lets his leg go, and takes as big a breath as you. His hand never leaving your head, patting your hair to let you know you did so good while he regained his senses.

- You at this point get up and wipe your face off into your shirt, whatever you couldn’t make a bigger mess than this rn…

- You almost laughed at how he could act so normally in front of people that you were tempted to ask what did he really like, but your feet took off, grabbing him to come to your room.

———————————

- Sweaty and exhausted, you both finally reached a peak in your hasty actions. The high of getting stretched out and filled up by this man was exhilarating. Not only were you split open, but your belly felt swollen with his size and seed.

- God did you miss this feeling, it wasn’t you fault the only time you got affection or learned about affection was only through sexual acts. Not until Nanami showed you more of what you had been robbed of, and that you were thankful to him. Speaking of which,

- Nanami comes out of his office now and you expected him to head back to the kitchen or even the restroom, but he walks straight to your room instead .

- He asks you if you’re okay, and what you wanted for dinner. You responded with whatever he wanted, to which he said okay before asking if he could have his lawyer back.

- You ask what he means by that and he says “(y/n) you left your cup out in the kitchen when I first asked about the documents.” You don’t say anything and he opens the door.

- “You could just ask next time sweetie,” he comes in and looks at your mess, at how tired you made each other, he wondered what would’ve happened if he had joined. “Unless you can’t handle two men.”

- “Did she learn all of that from you?” Hiromi asks, he’s pulling his clothes back on.

- Nanami comes over and places his hands on your face, giving your body the aftercare it’s used to by him.

- “More or less,” He pats your head one last time before letting you go. “We’ve got a lot more to discuss now it seems.”

- Hiromi comes back to the bed and kisses your cheek before he’s led back to the kitchen with Nanami to talk.

#sorry about the end I wanted to fucking finish something for once #been more bad in the head lately forgive me feral friends #jjk #higuruma hiromi #hiromi x reader #hiromi smut #hiromi jjk #hiromi x you #hiromi x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk x you #x reader #jujutsu gojo #nanami #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #jjk nanami #taaotjjk #jujutsu kaisen smut

[pengweng-quack]

Where Are You?

Higuruma Hiromi × Reader (uses second person)

Summary: Higuruma seems to be running late in what is deemed to be the one of the most special day of his life

Notes:

I WAS SAD OKAY I'M SORRY

I like this one too actually (very proud of it)

Let me know your thoughts?

Word count: 790 words

Masterlist

Higuruma was a punctual man; in fact, his punctuality was a defining quality of his personality. He always kept his word with an almost ritualistic exactness, whether it was during a lighthearted get-together of friends or an evening with her. He held every moment and every appointment in high regard, which is evidence of his unwavering commitment and consideration for other people's time.

But as she stood alone in the center of the aisle, surrounded by guests whose sympathetic gazes seemed to weigh her down, she couldn't help but question why today of all days, Higuruma had chosen to be late.

Somehow, deep within her heart, she already held the answer to her own questioning. Not when she's noticed Higuruma's lingering gaze, how his hug lasts a second longer than a usual one would be, how his smile would be brighter in the presence of you.

Not when she's not you.

Of course, it would be you holding him back from their wedding today.

Higuruma's secretary of 7 years.

It was intentional on his side, of course. Especially when you had always shown her kindness, respecting the boundaries set by their families' mutual agreement to exclude you from the wedding, much to Higuruma's dismay. You never overstepped, always maintaining a courteous distance, even as others whispered and speculated about your relationship with him.

Sometimes, she think that it's what made Higuruma like you.

You always smiled at her when she comes to the office, informing her of Higuruma’s schedule, something you knew with the back of your hand.

There was never a reason for her to resent you, as when their engagement was announced, you sternly reminded Higuruma to prioritize her above all else.

But beneath her calm exterior, however, a storm raged, a storm formed of unfulfilled love and whispered desires. For in the quiet moments of solitude, she found herself consumed by a longing so profound, it threatened to consume her whole.

And as she watched Higuruma's gaze linger on you with a hunger she could never hope to satisfy, she realized with a heavy heart that she was merely a bystander in the grand tragedy of your love, a love in which she played no part, no matter how desperately she wished otherwise.

Of course, Higuruma's feelings was never the issue. It was painfully clear from the outset that his affections were yours and yours alone, long before she was forced into the picture. You held the entirety of him within the grasp of your hand, his every word and gesture a testament to the depth of his devotion.

Anything you uttered, any request you made, was met with a dutiful nod and a tender smile, as if his sole purpose in life was to bring joy to your world.

But beneath the surface of his unwavering loyalty lay a wellspring of sorrow, a sorrow born of unspoken desires and unfulfilled dreams. Even though he loves you and wished that he could spend the entirety of his life with with you, he was constrained by duty and obligation, with other people's expectations dictating his every move.

You had him, but he could never have you.

And even though she had never been resentful of you and had never let jealousy control her mind, she couldn't deny the ache of longing that gnawed at her soul. For in your eyes, she saw reflected the love and devotion that had always eluded her.

A love that belonged not to her, but to you.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the creak of the church door, heralding Higuruma's belated arrival, dressed in the attire his mother had chosen, he exuded an air of readiness for the occasion. He was handsome, and his whole aura showed nothing but preparedness for the event.

He quickly rushed down the aisle, bowing and apologizing to anyone that he would make eye contact with. When he stopped in front of her, she noticed the redness of his eyes, alongside the more prominent darkness of the circles in his eyes.

“Have you been crying?” She asked quietly, hoping that the priest doesn’t come in and interrupt that moment between them together

“She always loved me.”

Those four haunting words reverberated endlessly within her thoughts, etched with the shattered timbre of Higuruma's voice. Each syllable dripped with despair, a desperate plea for a sliver of happiness he yearned for, yet felt undeserving of.

Exhaustion weighed heavily upon him, yet he maintained a facade of professionalism, masking the truth behind this union, a facade so convincing that to anyone but her, it appeared as a union forged in love.

But underneath his whole aura showed a man who was robbed of a lifetime of happiness.

For you are his happiness.

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[getoswhore]

☰ ONE-SHOTS!

kento nanami ,

stained sheets : in which in heat nanami wants to fuck his wife full of his babies. | est. 0.9k+ wc.

cw/tw : pwp + breeding, mating press, creampie(s) for days, pregnancy, established marriage, mentions of children, overstimulation, nasty ‘n sloppy filthy sex.

☰ DRABBLES!

none yet!

☰ THIRST!

kento nanami ,

nanami blindfolding you while he tongue fucks you

choso ,

oblivious choso with a breeding kink

naoya zenin ,

giving a needy ‘n eager naoya a pussy job

hiromi higuruma ,

riding mr. higuruma’s pretty face ‘n nose

hiromi corrupting a new and young lawyer

mahito ,

mahito morphing his hand into tentacles to finger you

☰ SCENARIOS/OTHER!

can’t take it : jjk men’s reaction to you “running” from them when it becomes too much to handle. | ft. getō, gojo, toji, nanami, and choso.

analize : how the jjk men fuck your little tight rim. | ft. getō, gojo, toji, nanami, choso, and naoya.

his gift to you : what the jjk men would give to you on the night of christmas. | ft. getō, gojo, nanami, toji, choso + bonus with getō ‘n gojo.

baby trapping : being baby trapped by your favs and why they would. | ft. multi-characters + fandoms.

<– back to the main jujutsu kaisen masterlist?

#💌.jjk masterlist #💌.kento nanami #💌.choso #💌.hiromi higuruma #nanami x y/n #jjk nanami #nanami x you #nanami smut #choso x reader #hiromi x y/n #choso x you #choso x y/n #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk higuruma #choso smut #hiromi x reader #higuruma x reader #hiromi x you #higuruma smut #hiromi smut #nanami x reader #jjk choso #jjk x you #jjk smut #jujutsu kasien

[chososdiscordkitten]

Baby Fever?!

Synopsis: JJk men/reader have baby fever ≽^•⩊•^≼

Includes: 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚, 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 Content: afab!reader, topics of pregnancy, marriage, breeding, and having children. mostly nsfw (sorry anon) (a.n) Jesus my page has been full of baby fever nd marriage recently.

Dedicated to; this ask.

MDNI

Satoru Gojo

Ever since you first became official- Gojo had this little habit of asking to give you a baby. You always shook him off, telling him ‘no’ because it was far too soon and you were too young to start having children. 

Birth control became a necessity because of the little need he had to finish inside of you.

On one occasion of him asking the incessant question- you leaned in real close to his ear, “I will impregnate you.” you whispered.

This unlocked a whole other can of worms in Satoru’s mind. The urge to breed you was strong, but that little promise lit a fire in his soul. 

But one day, while out on a date- walking down an empty street, a child no older than 7 or 8 ran up to Satoru, Tears staining his cheeks and asking for his mom. 

Though you hardly saw Satoru interact with children in your daily life, you could see his demeanor change from a normal playful one to a more serious and authoritative one.

Crouching down to the child’s height and asking where he last saw his mom and his name—all with calm. 

You watched the little interaction unfold before you with wide eyes- the thought that Gojo was too immature to be a father completely being thrown from your mind as Satoru stood up straight and held the child’s hand in his. Guiding him back to where the child last saw his mom and reuniting the stressed mom and the crying child.

After that, more and more little instances Satoru did, made you start contemplating his little offer of giving you a child. 

Whenever you’d go shopping with him, you’d always pretend to accidentally stumble across the baby aisle.

Gojo perked a brow, watching your eyes admire the little socks attached to the onside in your hands. 

Corner of his lip curled up with a soft giggle, stepping over to you and whispering- “You’re actually considering having a kid?” he teased watching you furrow your eyebrows and hang the little onesie back on the rack. 

You shoved him with your elbow, scoffing and making a mental note to never bring this up again. 

That night, you were scrolling on your phone- watching any video that popped up of a chunky baby with a soft expression. 

Satoru was beside you, focused on his phone, but the sound of a child’s laughter made him look over at you with furrowed eyebrows- peeking over to your phone and watching the tiktok you were looking at. 

Some video of a mom showing their child’s massive hair bows- he was about to laugh at how silly the baby looked. Only he scanned your expression and got a hint as to why you hadn’t scrolled yet. 

Satoru rolled atop you, resting his head on your sternum and urging you to put your phone down. 

Holding his head in your hands- “I can give you a baby if you want one so bad~” he teased, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. 

Parting your lips with a soft gasp, “Satoru Gojo!” you feigned shock, whispering, “A child out of wedlock? What would the clan think?” you teased, mushing his cheeks together as he rolled his eyes. 

Pulling your hands from his cheeks and hoisting himself up- face to face as he placed a hand between your thighs, urging you to open them. 

Placing a kiss on your lips with a smile- “I am the clan.” he scoffed smugly. 

Toji Zenin

It all started with one little sentence he littered during intercourse, legs bent to your chest, and Toji pounding into you like his life depended on it. 

Something along the lines of, “Gonna breed this perfect pussy-” in a low husky tone. It was muttered- like his internal thoughts seeped from his lips without permission. 

But the words stayed in your mind- long after you had cleaned off his copious mess from your center. Even as Toji was snoring next to you- you stayed up thinking about the words he had muttered into the air. 

They made you squint thinking about the possibility of it. Questions you wish Toji was awake to ask him. 

Rare were the times he would sprinkle dirty talk during sex. But the way he said it, it wasn’t meant to be heard as dirty talk. The way it sounded was he spoke it as a proclamation. 

The next morning, when Toji woke up to your face pressed against his chest. Feeling your eyes watch him sleep, he woke up asking you what you needed. 

“You want to-” air caught in your throat, recalling what he said. “..breed me?” you whispered, looking at his hazy eyes and furrowed brow. 

Corner of his lip curled, “Where’d you get that idea?” he scoffed, closing his eyes and pretending not to feel your harsh gaze on his skin. 

“From you- you said it last night.”

Toji nodded ‘no’. As though the idea of him saying that was impossible. 

“Yes, you did- I heard you.” watching Toji’s smug face nod ‘no’ again. 

“You can’t gaslight me Toji- I heard you.” Your determination amused the man- feeling his chest rise in a half laugh against your cheek. 

Even a few days after- the thought lingered in your mind. Toji still refused to believe he said it- telling you that you were mistaken. 

And then Toji caught onto the feverlike smile you’d get on your cheeks whenever you’d see a baby in public. Smiling to himself as you pinched your eyebrows at the little humans. 

But there was this one time- on an elevator with a new mom and a baby in her hands. Toji noticed your staring as the woman struggled to reach into her purse, which caused it to fall and spill her belongings on the ground.

The woman sighed- looking down before peering her eyes back to you- “Could you?” she asked, holding out her baby to you- which you happily took and looked at Toji with the child in your arms. 

Toji swore his eye twitched as he watched you- happily bouncing the child in your arms before the woman reached her hands back to her child. 

After that, Toji started expressing his urgent need to breed you full of his children during intimacy- to which he still denied he said any of those things. 

“Whatever- as long as you don’t become a deadbeat again, I don’t care.” you scoffed, referring to his son he refused to talk about. 

Naoya Zenin

While he was dating you- Naoya took a lot of care in ensuring not to get you pregnant. “Children out of wedlock never result in anything good.” he would defend. He told you to start taking birth control- only you laughed in his face and said no.

That if he wanted to have safe sex- he would have to wear a condom. That you wouldn’t alter your body’s hormones just because he doesn’t wanna get you pregnant. And Naoya obliged. 

Midway through sex, pulling his ear down to your lips and telling him how much better it would feel without a condom- only for his eyes to shut tight- trying to keep his focus on not cumming, going as far as telling you to shut up. Multiple times, knowing if you didn’t, he might just listen to you.

Though you liked teasing him with the possibility. Asking if he didn’t want to see you barefoot and pregnant, waiting for him at home. Watching his neck pulse with a low gulp just thinking about it. 

In truth, you didn’t really want to get pregnant- Naoya had a point in the whole ‘marriage first, then kids.’ thing. You only liked watching his ears turn red and warm whenever you’d try and tempt him with having sex without a condom.

You didn’t think much of it- unknowing of the temptation brewing in Naoya’s mind with every waking day he didn’t marry you. 

Every time you whispered a temptation in his ear- the mental image of you waiting for him at home, swelled with his child and the future of his clan—Naoya was hanging on a very thin thread. 

And once he finally had the guts to ask you- it took very little time for the wedding to be planned. The thought of children was nowhere near your mind on the day. 

A small ceremony with his family, prancing you around like some trophy in front of the elders. 

And that night- Naoya held a gentle hand as he undid the little buttons of your wedding dress- carefully unwrapping you from the costly lace. 

You found it odd- sure. Naoya wasn’t usually the type to take things slow and gentle in this department. 

But when you looked at him, his hips between your knees with your back on the bed. Looking up at Naoya as he undid the buttons of his dress shirt- “We’re not stopping till you’re pregnant.” he huffed, tossing his shirt aside and easing himself onto the bed. 

Had you known your little temptations and offers of unprotected sex would cause his brain to rewire the idea of having kids- you still would’ve done it. Maybe with a little more tact though. 

Naoya no longer saw it as another responsibility of being head of the clan- he saw it as an opportunity to breed you again- and again. Till you were so full there was no other choice than to get pregnant. 

Suguru Geto

All it took was Suguru showing you pictures of him and the two girls he adopted when he left Jujutsu High and telling you countless stories behind the photos for you to look at him differently. 

You saw a certain change in the way you looked at him. No longer a father figure to two teenage girls, you saw him as an actual father. 

Mouthy and mean as those girls could be, you saw how gentle he was with them anyway. And you knew he could make a phenomenal father. 

You chose a tactless form of asking him. Sitting at the table eating breakfast- looking at his soft expression. 

“Would you be a dad again?” 

Suguru looked at you with furrowed eyebrows- “...Again?” unsure of when the first time he became a father was. 

You rolled your eyes, urging him to answer the question with a sigh. 

“Depends.” Geto murmured, looking back down to his phone and earning a kick from your socked foot. 

You scoffed, “On?” 

“If we are stable- money wise, and if the conditions are right.” he grinned, wondering where this topic came from. 

Your cheeks tingled in the slightest when he used ‘we’ to refer to becoming parents, answering another question you had. 

Suguru thought back to the question again, lightly raising his eyebrows at realizing what you were asking. 

“With…You?” 

You laughed- “No Suguru- with your next partner.” tone full of sarcasm as he rolled his eyes. 

“I would be open..?” he squinted, trying to gauge where you stood on this. Watching your face go unchanged at his response- wanting to hear the truth, not just something that he said catered to your opinion. “...To it?”

You grinned, “Suguru, this isn’t a trick question. Just answer honestly.” assuring him that this was a necessary conversation in a relationship. 

He gulped lightly, trying to shake away the worries of saying the wrong thing. Placing his phone on the table and looking at you with his hands between his knees. “I would love-” he grinned, cheeks blushed and avoidant of your gaze. “To have children with you.” 

You couldn’t help the shy little laugh that left your lips- “But we are a smidge too young- don’t you think?” you grinned, watching his head nod with a scoffing smile. 

“I did the teen dad thing- so maybe a little too young.” he joked- 

You nodded agreeingly, looking at him with love filled eyes- “We’ll wait till we are 40.” you grinned, watching his shoulders move in a small giggle. 

“Till 50- if we can.” 

Kento Nanami

You both had been toying with the idea of children. Small comments like, “Awe Ken-” looking at him with a soft smile. “You would be a wonderful dad.” whenever he talked about the fears of becoming a father. 

The talk of kids was spoken early in your relationship. Often were the times when the conversation of how many would come up a few minutes before bed. 

Playing with your hand in the dark, lying on your back with Nanami beside you. 

“How many?” You asked softly- hearing Nanami hum, close to falling asleep. 

A low exhale left his lips; “Two. Maybe three.” His voice husky from how close he was to falling asleep. But he was always happy to answer your questions- knowing they would keep you up if he didn’t answer. 

Rolling over onto your side and placing your head on his chest, “Twins?” you asked with a smile. Picturing the future with him as he put his hand onto your back.

Nanami let out a soft exhale with a smile. “Twins are a handful,” he spoke softly, his eyes daring to drift off to sleep as you caressed his torso.

You thought about it- remembering that you would have to carry them. “Okay. No twins.” 

Hearing his heartbeat against your ear as you thought of another question. 

“When?” 

Nanami gruffed a soft laugh, rubbing small circles on your back. “We’d have to be married first.” he mumbled. 

“Then wait a year or two.” his voice dwindling its tone as he eased into the exhaustion.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Why?” softly blinking your eyes. 

“A year of blissful marital life before children come into the picture.” Nanami spoke, half asleep, as the tiny part of his brain that filtered his words refused to work. 

You grinned, “You wanna marry me?” softly giggling against his chest.

Nanami sighed- pressing his hand onto your back a little firmer, holding you close. “I do. Dunno why I haven’t ask you yet.” his words breathy and bordering on sleeping. 

“Should get on that-” he exhaled, hearing his breathing ease into a heavier pattern against your ear.

After that, conversations about children only came up more and more. There was talk of names and if you’d move into a house instead of an apartment. 

Slowly your own baby fever stuck onto him- you sending tiktoks of the chunky babies you’d get on your fyp didn’t help either. 

The words “Practicing won’t hurt” were uttered whenever you mentioned the word breeding. All too thankful to the iud you had, knowing the apartment would be crawling with children if you didn’t have it. 

Hiromi Higuruma

When you started letting Hiromi cum inside- he kinda just assumed that you were on something. Never hesitating to give you what you asked him for. 

But Hiromi started getting the hints that you had a particular itch in your brain that only he could scratch. 

The topic came up when you joined him for lunch- sitting outside a sandwich shop and hearing Hiromi talk about a case debriefing after this. 

Too focused on telling you about it before he realized you had stopped listening. 

Eyes looking off to the side and your thumbs twiddling in your lap. 

“Honey?” he asked, looking in the direction you were looking and seeing a mother playing with her child. Snapping your gaze back to him- 

“Sorry.” Softly exhaling, “Sorry- you were saying?” 

Hiromi furrowed his eyebrows, watching your eyes glimmer with a nervous light. Reaching a hand out to yours, “What’s wrong?” he asked- all too intuitive at what the look on your face meant. 

“Nothing- it’s okay.” Squeezing his hand assuringly. 

Hiromi raised a brow- parting his lips about to speak only for you to interrupt him. 

“Do you want kids?” preferring to rip the bandaid off rather than ease into a conversation. 

He inhaled again- only for you to speak again. “With me. I mean.” 

The corners of his lips curled, almost in a teasing smile. 

Hiromi sighed, thinking about the question and looking down to his half-finished sandwich. 

“I’ve never been in a relationship serious enough for the talk of children to come up.” he grinned, leaving your question unanswered. 

“You’ve never thought about it?” holding his hand tightly. Scared that you were illusioning yourself into a future Hiromi didn’t want. 

Hiromi tilted his head- thinking about it.

“I think I do…?” 

You pursed your lips, unsatisfied with the half answer. And Hiromi let out a blushed scoff- “If wanting kids meant wanting them with you- i do.” he clarified. Earning for you to look at him with soft eyes and a wiggling pout. 

“You mean-?” you pouted, looking at him with a soft expression. 

His eyes widened at the sudden severity in your gaze, not knowing how much his confirmation meant to you. 

Raising his hand to your lips and pressing a light peck on his knuckles “Can we?” 

“...Now?” 

You scoffed, “No, not now.” with a soft smile.

Hiromi exhaled, thinking of having an actual child- “How ’bout we focus on getting married first?” 

Choso Kamo

Ever since the first time you had sex- Choso always finished inside, no patience nor ability to time his orgasm and pull out in time. 

Not recalling the repercussions of unprotected sex- nor really caring. 

And when the conversation of children came up- You insisted on giving him an army of children. “I think it’s what you deserve.” To which he looked at you as though something awakened in his mind when you said that. 

While on dates, he would see an overly large family struggling to keep the many children in check. He would look at you and remember what you had said. 

‘An army of children.’

Between the two of you- he caught babyfever first. 

Walking through a strip mall- looking for a new pair of shoes when you passed a baby store. 

Choso tugged your hand, looking at you eagerly and leading you into the store. “Just to look,” he said. 

Holding onto a tiny pair of shoes, looking at you, and presenting them in his palm. “Are these really meant to fit a child?” 

You let out a small giggle, nodding your head yes and watching him prattle around the store. 

Asking you questions- as though you had any more idea than he did. 

Watching your face uninterested in the window shopping he was doing- “You don’t want to have kids anymore?” furrowed eyebrows and determined to cut the window shopping if you didn’t. 

You grinned, “Of course I still want to have kids.” taking his hand and placing it on your tummy as though you were already pregnant. 

Eyes wide and cheeks pink as he rested his hand onto your tummy. “You gotta pump a baby in me first.” Smiling at the fact he was already looking for things for a child that hadn’t been conceived yet. 

His mind sparked the idea of watching you grow big with his child. Made his eye twitch knowing that if you acted on your promise. That image wouldn’t be just an idea in Choso’s mind. 

Marriage didn’t make a difference to him- only a meaningless piece of paper. Like a license, or a ssn number, or money. (he’s in denial)

So the next time you had intercourse- Choso accidentally overstimulated himself. Keeping your words of ‘Pump a baby in me.’ in mind as you allowed him to pump you full of potential children. 

You did say an army of them. And Choso was more than happy to assist in creating the small army. 

-

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭: play fighting with the jjk men!

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[mommypieck]

⌗︙・riding higuruma in his bath ⸜⸜・

i can't stop thinking about higuruma spead out in the bath while his pretty girl straddles him. he grons when your pussy finally touches your cock and you sink doeen on him. he's thick, thicker than you've ever taken before, but he feel so good. one of his hands settles on your hip while he takes your boob in the other.

the whole scene is so perverted, him still in his suit with only his cock out while you bounce on him. he doesn't care tho, all he does is solve boring cases and he needs a slut on his dick in the evening.

"baby, you're even tighter than before." he moans, thrusting to meet your cunt. you squeak as he hits your cervix and you giggle at his comment.

"only for you, hiromi." you say, arching your back to give him a show. although he can't see your ass right now, he loves how your boobs flex. of course there's only him, you would never fuck other men when he's here.

"your little brain would never think about fucking someone else." he wraps his hand around your neck, squeezing it a bit to prove his point. you're only stupid for HIS cock.

you're so cock drunk, you're not even able to say something back, the only thing on your mind is his cum inside.

"cum..." you moan, falling on his chest. he laughs at you.

"what is it, baby?" you want to cum or do you want my cum?"

the way you start clawing at his shirt gives him the answer.

"of course, baby," he kisses you sweetly, "I didn't expect anything else then you wanting me to cum deep inside."

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[teatreeoilll]

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 (𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

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w/c - 1.6k content - MDNI! fem!reader, porn with plot, hurt/comfort??, riding Hiromi in the bath is a necessity at this point

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After you leave, Higuruma Hiromi plummets onto the sofa, his limbs sprawled on the brown leather, dark, tired eyes glued to the dim TV screen. The yellow lights of his apartment taunt him, illuminating the half-empty closet, the one toothbrush left in the cup on the sink, and the empty spot where your suitcase used to lay beneath the bed.

Hiromi never took himself for a fool; the moment he'd known he fell in love, on a damp park bench, holding a cup of coffee in his frozen fingers, he uttered clearly, "You'll grow tired of me."

To which you simply laid a hand on top of his, "Drink your coffee; it'll get cold." And it was summer again, for a while. Slowly but surely, autumn neared - a missed anniversary, a canceled date, late nights at work, always followed by an apology and a kiss on the forehead that merely delayed the inevitable.

-

"Not going to answer that?" The secretary watches Higuruma stare at the ringing phone on the table, concerned by the sudden hint of emotion in his eyes.

"A misdial," He brushes off, attempting to direct his thoughts back at the paperwork on his desk.

The phone comes back to life, "It's ringing again," she remarks.

"It is," he agrees, blinking slowly while reading your name on the screen, thinking it more unlikely than god himself calling to have a chat as he slides his finger on the screen, "Hello?"

"Hiromi," the sound of his name coming from your lips almost sends his mind spiraling, "I need help."

There are many lawyers in Japan, but none like Higuruma Hiromi. You knew that, standing in the corner of the police interrogation room, dialing the number you deleted from your contacts but was still etched into your brain.

"Where are you?"

Regret settled in your mind; god, what a stupid idea, "This was a mistake," you utter into the phone.

"Where are you?" He repeats, chair squeaking as he gets up to push papers into his suitcase.

You pause, deep breaths audible through the line, "Yotsuya Police Station."

-

"She's a real something, your client," the police officer escorting Hiromi tugs at his mustache, pressing the elevator button restlessly, "Hit a man o'er the head, put him in the ICU for three days." The elevator finally opens, "She admitted it earlier, girls these days think every man is coming after them, so it's fine to bash their head in with a bottle o' wine."

Hiromi clutches onto the handle of his suitcase, fingernails digging into the leather.

"Third door on the left," the police officer leaves him in the hallway.

Hiromi hesitates, his fingers lingering on the handle as his breaths grow shallow. A rustle in the room prompts him to open the door, and he enters a bare, white space. In the middle of the room stands a large table, hiding half of your body underneath it.

Your eyes shoot up at the opening door, "Hiromi," and he feels a tug in his chest at the raspiness of your voice.

He sits on the chair across from you, loosening the tie on his neck as he places his suitcase on the table's shiny surface, "Was it a good wine?"

You stare blankly at his words, "Store bought."

"Good."

It's silent save for his suitcase's rustling when he takes a notepad out of it. Your eyes cling to his face, "Hiromi."

His arm jolts at the sound of his name, the pen in his hand leaving a mark on the paper, "When did it happen?"

"Hiromi," you repeat, your leg bouncing under the table, awaiting his reaction. "Why'd you come?"

"Any witnesses?" He asks, eyes fixed on his notepad in front of him.

"Hiromi!" You snap, "Would you talk to me?"

"I am," he moves the notepad away, stiff hand clinging to his knee.

"You're not," you breathe, "fuck, I left, and you didn't even call."

"Would you have answered?"

You grow silent, eyes scanning the empty room to find something, anything else to focus on, "I -"

"I came because you called," he can't stand to see that look on your face, his fingers digging into the fabric of his trousers.

"I would have come too," you admit softly, heart about to tear out of your chest, "If you called."

"Then why did you leave?" It's not that he didn't know the answer; it came out of his mouth as a desperate man's plea, a beggar clinging to his empty cup.

"To see if you'd call," you responded.

"And then I didn't."

"And then you didn't," and he sees it all again: empty cupboards, the spare key to the apartment lying flat on the coffee table, laughing at him.

For a moment, he recalls where he is, your unbrushed hair, disheveled clothes hanging off your body, red eyes under the bleak fluorescent retaining a defeated look that eagerly awaits whatever is to come out of his mouth next, "Any witnesses?"

-

He opens the door to his apartment with a shaking hand, a strange relief washing over him when he lets you walk in first, "Are you sure you want to stay here?"

"I doubt the landlord's wife would let me stay in that place, after I smashed a bottle over her husband's head and all, y'know."

"Right," he flicks on the lights.

You were very much aware of his routine at that point: a cup of tea, walking by the dying plant he always forgets to water, the hum of a record he'd put on while drawing a bath and then soak in until the skin on his fingers would shrivel.

You sat on the sofa, staring in silence at some poorly made sitcom playing on the TV as the door to the bathroom closed. You decide to get up, pacing around the apartment, which still looks just like the way you left it, the closet still standing half empty, like it's waiting to be filled with your clothes yet again, "God, that man."

You strip, looking over at the change of clothes he'd left for you, ignoring it as you walk up to the bathroom door.

"You don't have to do that," Hiromi mutters at your naked figure, his breath hitching the closer you draw to the bath.

"I want a bath too," your lips curl up as your foot touches the warm water, steam still clouding the vicinity. You put it firmly on the ceramic bottom before lowering your body into the warm bath, breathing out a sigh at the feeling.

You straddle him, running a hand over his chest, reaching his head, letting your fingers brush wet strands of hair out of his face, "You look good like this, Hiro," you mutter, bending down to press a chaste kiss on his lips, tasting the remnants of black tea on his mouth. A hushed moan escapes your lips when you feel him twitch beneath you.

He raises an arm, his fingers tangling themselves in your hair as he pushes your head further down, his breath fanning over your face for a split second before he parts your lips with his tongue, water splashing as he raises another arm to wrap around your back.

"God, you're beautiful," he hums, growing dizzy when you rock your hips against him, pussy gliding against his hard cock, waves of warm water crashing onto the bathroom floor while you moan into his mouth, fingernails raking through his damp hair.

"I-It's a shame, Hiro," you stutter, letting a soft pant out of your mouth as you lower a hand under the water, tightening your fingers around his cock to align it with your entrance, "I-If you called, we could've - " you moan as he thrusts his hips up, feeling the tip of his cock push in before sinking yourself onto his length, "done this a lot sooner."

Hiromi lets out a strangled groan, dark eyes focused on your face twisting with pleasure as you lift yourself up, only to come down on his length again, your hands leaving his hair to hold yourself steady against his wet chest, fingernails leaving crescent moons on his skin.

"Fuck - " He breathes, his large hands gripping your waist, helping you as you raise and lower your hips onto him while he listens to your breath quickening, biting back a moan every time the water splashes at the smack of your thighs against his hips.

Your hips stutter, the tip of his cock hitting the spot inside you that made you see stars, vision blurred by the steam as you tried to keep up the pace, muscles in your thighs burning as you rode him, "Hiro - fuck - " his name comes out as a plea, which he recognizes promptly, releasing the grip on the side of your waist to slip a hand between your legs, tracing a long finger over your folds.

"A little more f' me, baby," He urges, rubbing circles over your clit, watching the beads of sweat form on your forehead, trying to hold off his own high as he feels your walls flutter around him, "like that - fuck," he groaned as you dug your fingernails deeper in his skin.

"Hiro - " and there's nothing left to hold on to, your back arching, heat pooling in your stomach as you lower yourself desperately on his cock, coming undone under the touch of his fingers still working on your clit, feeling his cock twitch, emptying himself inside you as your vision spots.

Your breath slows as you melt into his arms, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, "Not much left of the bath," you chuckle breathlessly, looking at the puddles of water covering the floor.

"It's fine," he mutters into your hair, his hands wrapping themselves around your back, and you feel a twitch from his cock beneath you, "I think it's time for bed anyway."

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[actuallysaiyan]

Drabbles day 13: smell

Thanks to the lovely Hela(@whatshernameis) for this idea! Also I probably won't be doing this every day, but I sure as hell am going to try!

pairing: Hiromi Higuruma x Fem!Reader warnings: slight suggestiveness

The aroma in the air is of lavender and flowers. Hiromi smirks when he enters your shared apartment and gets a big whiff of the familiar smell. He’s got a bag of groceries in his hands, so he’s quick to haphazardly place the perishables into the fridge so he can get to you quicker. The rest of the groceries are placed on the countertop.

In the bathroom, you’re settled in the old clawfoot tub, bubbles right up to your neck. Hiromi swallows hard when he sees you, his eyes widening a little as he takes in the sight of you. Sometimes he wonders how he could manage to win over such an angelic lover like you.

“My, my…” you coo softly from your spot in the warm water. “Is that my handsome husband coming to take a peek?”

Hiromi blushes, “You caught me. I just couldn’t help myself when it smells so good in here.”

You crook your finger, beckoning him over. The minute you get your hand on his tie, you tug him even closer. Your face to face, lips a mere centimeters apart. 

“Why don’t you get in with me so you can smell as good as me?”

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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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[pseudowho]

Stoic

When Gojo assumes Nanami Kento's lack of PDA for the reader shows a lack of desire for her, a tipsy Kento is quick to correct him.

Warnings: 18+ drabble, Kento goes on a smutty rant

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'A quick drink' after work had soon turned into two, three, four. Shoko took full advantage of the rooftop bar's balcony, smoking and idly chatting; Higuruma and Atsuya gossipped and quipped, snorting into their drinks; Satoru observed Kento and you keenly behind his dark lens; you stood, excusing yourself to the bathroom as Kento gave you a gentle smile.

"I'm sorry," Satoru interrupted loudly when you were gone, his pot boiling over, "I just-- I just don't get it, Nanami." All eyes were on Satoru and Kento now-- Kento, with one thin eyebrow raised in quiet disdain at Satoru, and Satoru, with his elbows planted forward on his knees in challenge.

A few moments of silence. Kento huffed, "Should I be apologising for someth--"

"--you've been together for years," Satoru interrupted, "and I'm just not convinced. She could be-- she could be a coat rack for all the affection you show her, you're supposed to not be able to keep your hands off her--"

"--you want me to grope my fiancée in public, am I correct--"

"--well maybe, anything to show that you love her--"

Kento laughed out loud, deep and humourless, continuing to chuckle into his glass, scoffing to himself; "Love her," he rumbled, swirling his whiskey, amber eyes flickering and carnal in the firelight.

Shoko had turned, smirking, to watch the scene. Atsuya leaned back, scowling, chewing on a toothpick with crossed arms. Hiromi leaned, glimmer-eyed, into the drama, one hand cupping his jaw and the other clasping his wineglass. He picked up the bottle, slowly beginning to pour another glass.

"I don't love her," Kento spat, downing his glass of whiskey in one smooth swallow, hissing and slamming the glass down on the table, "I worship her. I'm obsessed with her."

Satoru was silent, mulish, as Kento continued.

"I would walk through rains of bullets for her," he mused aloud, "I would cut off fingers with blunt knives--"

"Nanami, alright, I'm sorry--"

"Any second I'm not with her," Kento continued, his voice quieter, darker, the group leaning into him, "is a second wasted. I don't know what point there was in the years I spent without her-- probably just there to build me into even a semblance of the man she deserves--"

"--why are we doing this--"

"-- and when I'm not thinking about talking to her, watching her, being near her, holding her, or-- fuck, just having her look at me goes bone-deep...I spend at least eighty-percent of my time thinking about different ways to make her cum--"

Satoru was blushing now, his face in his hands, while the others leaned into Kento's mild breakdown with awe, "--fucking hell Nanami, I didn't mean--"

"I almost died last week, at work," Kento mused, as a laughing Hiromi slid the glass of wine down the table to Kento, which he caught seamlessly, "because I was too busy thinking about how her mouth had felt around my cock the night before, because I was pondering the many applications for my tie, because I was thinking about how incredible she felt underneath me--"

Atsuya and Shoko whispered together, Hiromi now giggling to himself unashamedly; "Oh he's really going for it--" "I know I know, shhh, let him finish--"

"--and I've been sat here with her all evening, resisting the urge to strip her, tie her wrists together and have her ride me until I go fucking blind, all because of social-fucking-propriety, just for some long streak of jizz like you to say I clearly don't love her--"

Satoru had shrunk in on himself now, his soul quietly leaving his body, mortified and put to rights as Kento tsked, swirling his wine before downing that, too. He accepted the bottle Hiromi slid towards him in approval.

"...it really just is rather rude and presumptuous of you, isn't it, Gojo?"

The group sat in stunned silence as you returned, sitting beside Kento and laying a hand on his crossed knees. You felt the bizarre tension; Hiromi unable to conceal a blush as he looked at you, Shoko giving you a knowing smile around her cigarette, Atsuya unable to make eye contact. You smiled uncertainly.

"...what did I miss?"

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[craisinsensation1029]

She Missed Me v.2

Hiromi Higuruma

so i did write another version of this, but i like this one a bit better hahaha cus uh... there's penetration lmfao. also i actually edited this one. this one is also on AO3 :)

established relationship (engaged woooo), pussy eating, Hiromi just being a munch meister, he literally talks to ur pussy like fr, vaginal sex, he talks u thru it, pet names, teeny tiny daddy kink, praise kink, implied cockwarming, soft sex, I guess its cute like if u squint

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To put it simply, Higuruma is in love with your pussy. He’s so in love with your pussy, actually. 

If he could, he would propose to it the same way he did to you just a few months ago. He will always love you more of course, but he would be more than happy to put it on paper, a loud and proud declaration of just how devoted he is to your cunt. 

The appearance, whether it’s freshly waxed and completely bare, or with a small little landing strip that guides him to the riches that are your slick folds. Or even when the hair is grown out, peach fuzz tickling his face as he gets ready to dive in and devour you. He really doesn’t care what he’ll find when he pulls your panties down. Better yet, when you lift up the cheeky little skirts and dresses you love wearing and showing him that you aren’t wearing any panties at all. Those times admittedly, turn him on to a degree that some may find alarming.

And that’s not all there is to love appearance wise, oh no. Far from it. When his hands finally do trail down and part your thighs, he always has to stop himself from salivating. Oh how he just loves seeing your little clit, adores sucking it into his mouth until it’s engorged and swollen. Watching you whine and cry out because it’s just too much for you to handle. But how can he really stop himself when he knows how good it feels for you (and in these instances, he ignores the self indulgence sucking on your bud provides for himself). It doesn’t stop there either. Seeing your folds glistening after he gets you off from clitoral stimulation alone, the excitement in knowing his tongue is going to add to the mess.

Then there’s the smell. He doesn’t even know how to describe it, but it’s just so invigorating. Not quite sweet but far from sour. A natural redolence that he wishes he can bottle up and spray whenever he needs a fix.

Lastly, there’s the taste. They always say save the best for last, but even he can admit that he can be a glutton. There aren’t enough words on the planet to describe just how much he loves your nectar; a true ambrosia that is incomparable to anything else that has landed on his taste buds. He can spend hours between your thighs, licking and sucking at you like a man who has been stranded at sea for years and is now relishing in something delectable for the first time.

A true amalgamation that makes him savor every look, every sniff, every touch, every taste.

It's nothing short of an obsession. It would be easy to argue that it's borderline sick how much he loves your pussy, but it's an affliction he wishes to never rid himself of.

It’s the only thing on his mind when he’s having a long day at work, information pertaining to the cases of his clients paling in comparison to the thought of having his face buried between your thighs. Physically he’s sitting across from a client, taking notes and nodding but mentally he’s swimming in your essence, drowning himself in your arousal. He's visited many countries and has indulged in many delicacies, picturesque sights and delicious food people would kill to experience as often as he has. Yet, he feels the most solace when he's home with the greatest treasure there is.

When he can finally log off of his computer and make his way home, he knows there’s only one remedy to the drawn out day. Lucky for him, what he needs is always in stock.

The aroma of your cooking hugs his nostrils when he enters the house, but there’s another scent that will provide him with even more ecstasy. After shrugging off his coat and standing in the doorway of the kitchen, his shoulders slump in relaxation when he sees you. A true virtuoso in everything you do, you move around the kitchen with ease, reaching to one of the higher cabinets where some of the many seasonings are. Summer Walker’s voice over the bluetooth speaker prevents you from hearing his footsteps, so he just stares in admiration for a moment. 

Working always finds itself to be fruitful when he has you to come home to. As you bob your head and hum along softly to the song playing he takes a step forward letting his arms encircle your waist, lips brushing along the shell of your ear as he sighs against the softness of your body.

“Hi, ‘Romi,” you say softly, letting your body relax into his touch, melding into him. It’s almost like a reflex, letting your body be cradled by him.

“Hi, baby,” he murmurs, lips moving lower to kiss at the supple skin of your neck, hands pulling you back against him. 

“How was work?” you question.

“Long. So long.” He can admit to himself he’s already a bit hard, cock stirring from the moment he parked in the driveway. Probably even before that if he's being completely truthful. His pants were a bit tight as soon as he left the office. “Need you to help me relax.”

“How?” Now, you aren’t oblivious to the affection he loves showering your cunt with, but hearing him saying it always fans the flames of your arousal. Hearing the man that's always so put together voice aloud his lewd thoughts just always riles you up. “Tell me.”

"You really wanna hear?" A soft chuckle leaves his lips and is buried into your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as his hands dip down to the apex of your thighs. He's never been much of a patient man, letting one thumb brush over your clothed clit. “Need to see her,” he says softly. “Been missing and thinking about her all day.”

The words make you clench around nothing, and you can already feel his hardening cock against your ass. The big shirt of his that you're wearing is no match for his bulge.

“C’mon,” Higuruma mutters, lips still sucking against the sensitive portions of your neck, one hand still working at teasing your clit over the shirt. “I know she missed me too.”

And in the blink of an eye you’re sitting on the couch—cooking dinner abruptly paused—with his head sandwiched between your thighs. The slight stubble from a few days of not shaving tickles, but you don't mind.

You can always tell how his day went from how needy he is. On days he doesn’t find as taxing he always starts with showering the lips on your face with kisses, letting his tongue claim the inside of your mouth. A day like today though, the lips below your waist get attention first. You have no issues with that though, none at all.

A small wet patch sits directly in his line of vision as he lets out a sigh of content. “She’s crying for me,” he mumbles. “Guess she missed me as much as I missed her.”

He inches in closer, letting his nose trail up the length of your clothed slit, moaning as your scent invades his nostrils. Your wetness against the bridge of his nose is just a plus as he makes his way up to your clit. He does it again, just letting his nose nuzzle against your cunt, letting your arousal coat his face, breathing in your scent. Already so pussy drunk and he hasn’t even had a taste yet.

His palms find sanctuary on top of your thighs and squeeze as he continues to let his face hug your cunt, nose brushing against your clit deliciously (and very much deliberately) each time.

“Sh-She did,” you breathe out, chest heaving each time he nuzzles against your sensitive bud. He’s doing it on purpose, just teasing, but you know better than to rush him.

“I can tell, baby.” He looks up, lust filling every space in those negative canthal eyes you adore so much. “Gonna take care of her now, don’t worry.” He pulls the crotch of your underwear aside, eyes filled with merriment when he sees your glistening slit, wet spot having grown since he got comfortable between your legs.

His impatience can never be confused with sloppiness. Without wasting time he flattens his tongue against your slit, coating every single one of his taste buds with your nectar. His greed always makes the movements of his tongue calculated, meticulous. He moans in satisfaction, being able to enjoy this reward for sitting in that stuffy office all day. Tropical vacations are nice, but having his tongue lapping at your cunt provides him with just as much tranquility. There isn't a five star meal that can compare to your taste, the one that he's been addicted to from the very first moment you blessed him by opening up your legs and telling him you've never came from head before.

Boy did he show you. And he showed you again, and again, and again.

A moan leaves your lips as his tongue continues to lick at your folds. You know better than to squirm, having been accused of trying to run from him before, but he never understands just how intense the feeling is. He can eat you every night for weeks and it wouldn't change the pleasure he's able to provide you with.

"Fuck, really needed this today." He doesn’t even care how hard he is, only caring about shoving his tongue as deep as he physically can inside your cunt. He keeps working at you, slurping and sucking, letting his head move from side to side.

"Hi--Hiromi, th-that's s'good."

"Yeah?" His hands grip your plush thighs firmly, keeping you in place as he continues dragging his tongue up and down your slit, teasing at your rings of muscle with the point of his tongue as he does. "God, she's trying to drown me," he chuckles lightly, admiring the slickness of your heat. Swimming has always been one of his strong suits though, so he dives back in with more vigor this time. All the while his nose bumps against your clit, little bud past the point of swollen but there isn’t a chance you’ll tell him to stop.

“Always so fucking good, baby,” he murmurs, giving you momentary reprieve as he plants wet kisses along your inner thighs. You’re able to catch your breath for only a moment, but he’s not done. Far from it. 

Two masterful fingers circle your entrance before pushing their way inside, met with little resistance as his digits are instantly being hugged by your warm walls. “Already squeezing me so tight." His cock throbs as your walls grip his digits. "I just knew she was thinking about me, maybe I should quit working so I can take care of her full time.” You writhe, cunt clenching around his digits as he pushes them in so he’s knuckle deep. He curls them so they brush against that sweet spot inside of you, a whine escaping from your lips. "What do you think of that, baby?"

"Hah—I—"

He presses against your g-spot again, making it hard to speak. "Hm?" He isn’t expecting an answer, just watching your body contort in pleasure. "Want Daddy to take care of this pussy all day, don't you?"

"Ye-Yeah," you whimper out, hips shifting.

"Maybe one of these days, Daddy still has to make money to take care of you," he mumbles, eyeing your clit. “But, let me give her a kiss. Know she missed me the most.”

Your breath catches in your throat when his mouth latches onto your clit, sucking the pearl—his crowned jewel—into his mouth. His grip on your thighs tighten and his cocks throbs in tandem with the pulsing of your cunt as he continues curling his fingers against your g spot. He doesn’t care how loud you moan or how fidgety you are, undeterred from his make out session with your cute little clit. Oh, how much he missed her.

It's impossible to part with someone you've missed when you see them. He only raises momentarily to let his tongue lap at the wetness enveloping his fingers before he’s back on your clit, alternating between hard and soft sucks.

Every moan of his that vibrates against your clit brings the band holding your orgasm closer and closer to snapping. He presses one hand against your stomach, applying more pressure while he sucks your clit harshly, peering up at you as he does. “Come on,” he urges. “Wanna taste more of her, come for me baby. Give it all to me.”

“F-Fuckkk.” Listening to Higuruma’s demands should be one of the ten commandments. His words make you release instantly, catapulting to a plane of pure ecstasy as your walls clamp down around his fingers erratically.

He slowly pulls them out, slurping at the string of wetness that connects his fingers to your cunt. Next he laps up your cum, shamelessly moaning. “Fuck.” He looks down at his cock, desperately straining against his slacks. “I think there’s a little bit more I can do to show how much I missed her,” he says, undoing the button on his slacks. “Let me show you baby.”

Your chest is still heaving from your orgasm, but you lay on your back on the couch as Higuruma swiftly undresses, his slacks, blazer, dress shirt and boxer briefs in a haphazard pile on the floor.

He lays on top of you, lifting up the fabric of your shirt to suck one of your nipples into his mouth. The peak stiffens and you can’t help but moan as his hot tongue swirls around the bud. He kisses the space in between your breasts as his mouth gives your other nipple the same treatment, never one to miss pleasuring every part of your body. As his teeth gently bite down on your nipple, his hand is guiding his stiff cock to your entrance, tip rubbing against your swollen bud.

“Oh.” You writhe beneath him at the combined sensations, the light pain of his teeth along with the overstimulation of your clit, but it’s good, so.good.

“I know, I know baby,” he mumbles, voice muffled. “Need to feel her…”

You nod, desperate to be stretched and filled with his cock, the only one you think about and crave.

He lets the head of his cock brush against your clit again, letting his precome smear over it before he goes down to your slit, a grunt leaving his lips as he makes his way inside. 

And how could he forget to mention the feel of your cunt in his earlier soliloquy. It’s tightness, its warmth, the way your walls have molded to take every single inch of him. Like a hot bubble bath after a demanding day, a cup of hot cocoa on the coldest day of the year, a sweater embroidered with his name on it, he finds comfort and ease when he’s buried deep inside of you.

The soft hairs on his chest brush against your breasts as he lets his weight settle on top of you, hips pressed together as the last inch of his heavy cock finds its home in your warm walls. His cock pulses as you clamp, a practiced song and dance as your arms snake around his neck and your legs wrap around his waist. 

You’re always so warm, lighting up Higuruma from the inside out. The only thing that’s cold is the band of the engagement ring on your finger on the back of his neck, but that iciness is as sweet as ice cream; a reminder that you belong to each other, an alignment of affection and mingling of souls.

“Hiromi,” you pant against his lips, grinding your hips against him. 

“Just give me a minute,” he murmurs, forehead resting against yours as his cock throbs again. “God, wish I could just stay like this all day with you.”

Your chest heaves against his as you urge his head closer to yours, capturing his lips in a kiss. The exchange of spit as your tongues slide against each other is amorous as ever, his hand moving up to gently caress the side of your face as the kiss grows more intense.

He starts to move, hips retracting and plunging into you while your lips are still connected. Each thrust is deep, reaching that spot inside of you that makes your legs tremor. But you still cling to him, insistent on having him as close to you as possible.

“God, she’s always sucking me in,” he grits out as his hips drive forward again. It’s a particularly deep thrust, one where you swear you feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock. Yet, it feels so natural, like your body was made just for him to blissfully invade with his girth. “So perfect, so fucking perfect,” he pants out, daring to press his hips evern closer even though he’s already buried to the hilt inside of you. “And she’s mine, you’re mine.”

His lips find yours again as you whine, moaning into his mouth as he continues to roll his hips into you, filling you tenderly with his devotion. 

“Oh—ah—”

“Stay with me, baby.” His thumb grazes the apple of your cheeks as your eyes start to flutter close in the same fashion that your cunt starts to quiver around him. “Need to see that pretty face when you come, please.”

Even with the pleasure threatening to drown you, Higuruma is the lifevest that always keeps you bobbing on the surface. “That’s it,” he says. “Good girl, you’re so close.” He pushes in slowly, feeling his own cock throbbing, imminent release on the horizon. “Fuck.” His hips draw back and roll forward languidly, the sounds of your collective pants and your cunt squelching roaring in his ears.

“Hi—Hiromi—I—” 

“Let me have it.” He rocks into you a final time, a rough thrust that makes your eyes widen, the barest color of your eyes visible around your pupils as you come around him. The far off twinkling stars in your vision are no match for Higuruma’s face that you stay focused on through your orgasm. He stays buried inside you, grunting as your cunt continues to spasm around him. “Did so good for me baby, fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too,” you answer back breathless, willing your shaky legs to stay wrapped around him. “Wanna feel you too,” you mewl.

“Yeah,” he whispers, speeding up his motions, fucking you into an overstimulated state. “Gonna give you all of me, just—fuck.”

His lips crash against yours as he fills you with the torrents of his passion, a stream of white that coats the lining of your walls. His cock twitches as he empties into you, swallowing your moans with his mouth as his pelvis melds with yours. 

Once your lips part his body stays on top of yours like a weighted blanket, providing you with all of the security and comfort that you could possibly need. 

“Hiromi,” you say softly, face flushed, post orgasmic bliss glazing your eyes over. “I need to finish dinner.”

“We can order out,” he answers, burying his face into your neck. Even as his cum starts to leak out, making both of your skin sticky, he keeps his cock lodged in your softness. “Just need to stay with her a little longer.”

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