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Bodyguard (Hiromi Higuruma x Reader Fanfic) - Bodyguard AU

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serpenttine

FEELINGS AT BAY

EX!GETO X READER

summary : being stuck on an island with your ex is every girls worst nightmare.. and it’s going to be your reality. think you’ll be able to put emotions aside and enjoy a relaxing holiday with your other two friends? think again.

content : [7K] MDNI, f!reader, au, shoko & gojo cameo, forced proximity, toxic geto, angst, mutual yearning, fighting (verbally), smoking, alcohol consumption, smut & suggestive content, thigh riding/grinding, unprotected sex, reader has an exhibitionism kink, creampie

art by @/alinassscorner on twt

suguru geto was everything you ever could have wanted and then some. for the first few months everything was perfect—nothing but giggles, flowers and really, really great sex.

but everyone has their cons. naturally you brushed them off at first, shut out the bad and only paid attention to the good.

then over time they became something you couldn't quite ignore.

aliasnnmknt

Summer days 🌞

snarlwater

CHOSO x female reader. you are parents to two sets of twins (girls + boys), modern au, crack, talks about various sports & the related injuries, no names for your kids specified.

raising four kids was no joke, but you and choso had somehow mastered the art of controlled chaos. your two sets of twins — yes, two, because the kamo genes clearly had a thing for balance — were the living proof of that. the older twin boys were forces of nature, a perfect blend of talent and unshakable confidence, while the younger twin girls had inherited their father’s quiet intensity, which made them intimidating by default.

gymnastics had been a surprise addition to the list of sports your boys excelled at. not that you doubted their ability, but with how aggressively they tackled every other sport — basketball, ice hockey, track — you hadn't expected them to have the grace required for floor routines and balance beams. yet, there they were, flipping through the air with the same ease they had when dunking a basketball.

"not gonna lie, i'm impressed," you mused, watching one of your sons land a perfect double backflip off the vault.

"naturally," choso nodded, arms crossed, looking every bit the proud father. "they have the best genes."

"bold statement for a man who can barely do a somersault," you teased.

choso frowned. "i can do a somersault."

"can and should are different things, babe."

meanwhile, the younger kamo twins sat a little ways off, watching their brothers with unreadable expressions. while their brothers were all about high-energy sports, the girls had taken a different approach — more calculated, more deliberate. people had learned quickly not to underestimate them.

"you guys wanna try gymnastics too?" you asked, leaning down slightly.

one of them — your youngest by exactly three minutes — gave you a look that could only be described as unimpressed. "no."

"why not? your brothers seem to enjoy it."

"because we like winning," the older twin stated plainly, as if that explained everything.

choso nodded approvingly. "makes sense."

"that doesn't explain anything," you pointed out.

"we like sports where we can directly beat other people," the younger one elaborated. "team sports. combat sports. gymnastics is great and all, but it’s about individual performance. there's no opponent to crush."

ah. that explained the ice hockey and basketball obsession.

your boys, overhearing the conversation, ran over to you. one of them draped an arm over his sister’s shoulders. "you guys don’t know what you're missing. gymnastics is dope."

"dope, but not violent enough," the older twin girl deadpanned.

"not violent enough? did you miss the part where i could break my neck doing this?" he gestured wildly to the high bars.

"self-inflicted injury doesn’t count," she replied smoothly. choso covered his mouth with his hand, pretending to cough to hide his laughter. you, on the other hand, had no such restraint. "they got you there, baby."

your son scowled but didn’t argue because he knew better. instead, he turned to his brother for backup. "bro, back me up here."

"nah, they got you there."

the betrayed look on his face sent you into another fit of laughter.

"anyway," the younger twin girl continued, unfazed, "i think it's cool you guys do gymnastics. but it’s not for us."

"fair enough," your son conceded, ruffling her hair.

this is a drabble archive account for kaevia - this is a repost and not something stolen. i am not exclusively active on this account, nor do i take requests on here. if you want to use this idea for a fic or series, please ask for permission first.

the-creator-00

Dancing in the flames (Zuko x IsekaiFem! Reader)

Chapter 8: «A Useless Dance Troupe»

A massive mirror reflected twenty dancers moving in perfect unison under Ty Lee's guidance. Their performance was energetic, filled with impressive pirouettes. Y/N, however, watched the dancers' flowing hair and the jingling bells adorning their costumes before letting out a bored yawn. As the group struck their final pose, Y/N casually tied back her blonde hair while Zuko applauded.

saturnalawakening

4ureyezonly. - h.h

⇝ 18+ mdni. 9.9k words. camgirl!reader who’s also a virgin, unprotected sex, higuruma is obsessed and reader is kinda oblivious, slight degradation, lots of praise, light spanking (?), little bit of a breeding kink if you squint.. just buckle up. not proofread so if you see a mistake or two, no you don’t

a doll, you were. his perfect, little doll. higuruma had been watching you for a few months now on this platform. the platform in question? oh, just the infamous 4UREYEZONLY, a website for camgirls to fulfill their dirtiest fantasies—or fulfill dirty fantasies for even dirtier viewers. you were a popular one too, he knew it. and he absolutely hated it. he’d eye the comments every once in a while when he wasn’t hypnotized by your beauty, and he’d immediately gag at the things people would say to you. things like;

ugh, pop a tit already

stop teasing, angle your camera a little lower 👀

you’re so beautiful

god, what i’d do to have you under me rn.. 😍

revolting. nobody knew how to talk to you properly. all of your viewers treated you like an object, less like a person with feelings. whenever you’d see those comments, you’d let out a small giggle, telling everyone to settle down. higuruma wasn’t just a dedicated viewer, but he was also a moderator of yours. one of your only, actually. he had been there damn near since day one. he did a very good job at it, though. he’d be so quick to ban someone who was trolling, or someone that left a plain disgusting comment. you noticed him every time, making sure to flash your prettiest smile at the screen and saying,

“thank you, hiro.. so protective of me, always.”

and he ate it up each time.

the two of you were basically on a first name basis. you had went by the name nova on this platform, and he had told you to call him hiromi, instead of his last name higuruma. whenever you’d address him, his name would roll so prettily off of your tongue and it made him twitch in his pants every time.

to be honest, higuruma never pays attention to any other girl that isn’t you. there was just something so different about you that he absolutely adored. before he came across you, he’d only stay around in someone’s stream for maybe around 5 minutes before he was getting bored. he came across you on accident. you were a suggested account of one of the girls he was viewing. once his eyes laid on you, he was immediately intrigued. you were breathtaking. your eyes were the prettiest shade of brown, and your lips were always glossy and plump. the rest of your face was covered with some sort of mask. but your body.. oh, he knew your body probably more than you did.

you had a singular mole placed perfectly in the middle of your neck. your breasts were probably a c-cup. whenever you were cold and a breeze would pass you, your nipples would harden immediately. even if you were wearing a shirt, he could still see the dents through the fabric.

when you’d touch yourself, it was heaven, he thought. you’d look so gorgeous, eyes rolled to the back of your head, biting your lip so hard it could probably draw blood. your moans would flow through his ears like his favorite song. whenever you were close to an orgasm, your moans would turn into high pitched whimpers, and you could barely form words. his favorite time of your streams though, was when you’d take personal requests from viewers; with a small gift (payment) of course. higuruma was so quick to send you tons and tons of gifts before anybody else could. and sometimes, he’d even send bigger gifts just to cut the line. he’d ask you to slip two fingers inside of your pussy slowly, and to keep eye contact with the camera while you did it. you’d even be extra and drag out a “h-hiroooooo” just to make him feel good. you followed his orders so well. you never complained or whined about it; except for the times he’d ask you to slip a third finger inside, and you’d just pout and go,

“’s too much for me, hiro.. i can’t take it..”

almost breathlessly. he’d imagine he was there with you, spreading your legs wide open on that very chair you sat on. he’d prep you so well. he’d eat you out nice and slowly, ravaging you from the inside out. he’d pump his thick tongue in and out of your quivering hole, making sure to spread you as far as you could go and once he’d decide you were ready, he’d quickly replace his tongue with his middle and ring finger, using your juices to slide in easily. he imagined the moan that would escape your beautiful lips; the sound of his name being the only thing you could manage to say. you’d be such a good girl, taking his long fingers so well. he’d curl them inside of you and rub up against that special soft spot inside of you that always made your body shiver and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“hiro, f-fuckkkk i can’t, im gonna cum, please..”

his lips would leave your clit for just a second, his eyes trailing up to meet yours. “cum for me, baby. give it all to me.”

and without a second thought, you’d release your sweet ecstasy on his fingers—

and so would he.. all over his pants.

fuck.

he was too caught up in getting himself off with you, he completely forgot where he was. he’d groan, having to tear his eyes off of your pretty face to clean the mess off of his hands. and pants. he’d make his imagination a reality.. soon.

“hhhhiro—don’t tell me you left me.. im almost there..” he’d hear you whine from his screen, and his head never whipped around so quickly. he’d grab a paper towel to clean his fingers off, completely ignoring the white stain on his pants, just to type,

“I’m here, baby. Fuck, you’re so pretty. Let me hear more of those noises, yeah? Then maybe I’ll let you cum.”

you wouldn’t even hesitate on raising your voice for him. listening to you, plastered on his screen fingering yourself, he wanted to get himself off once again.

let’s say.. he did. once or twice more.

when you first began your journey on this platform, you would very quickly get tired of the same comments people would leave you. the same men, same requests, same old same old. sometimes when you went live, you just wanted to talk about your day, or your interests, or maybe a show you’d been keeping up with as of late, but all your viewers just wanted to see you naked. you didn’t know why you expected otherwise. but one day, he showed up.

it was just another night. gifts were pouring in, viewers begging you to play with yourself for them. but, you were just so, so tired of the same kind of misogynistic audience. everyone treated you like a sex toy. you didn’t mind the money afterwards, but you just wanted someone to see you for you, and not a source of pleasure only. you had to realize that this was a camgirl site, and if you wanted a friend of sorts, you wouldn’t find that on here.

you sighed, resting your head in your palm. remembering you were still online, you had to attempt to make yourself appear somewhat cheery, but you were just over it. one comment in particular caught your eye.

ChambersAfterDark: You seem kind of down. Are you alright?

you squinted. nobody had ever really asked if you were okay. was this a joke?

“well, ChambersAfterDark, that depends. are you asking because you want to fuck me, or because you genuinely care?”

a minute passes. they comment again.

ChambersAfterDark: I care.

you hesitated on replying at first, thinking they probably just wanted something from you. the more you dwelled on their comment, the more your emotions rained on you. it was visible on your face. you might’ve had a small smile on your face, but your eyes were low and emotionless.

“im… okay. just tired, you know.” is all you said. you wanted to keep your emotions separate, but you also couldn’t help but be honest with this person. they never commented anything else that night, but they were still watching. you only shrugged. a little disappointed, but again, what could you expect?

this person, ChambersAfterDark, began showing up more. little by little they’d comment more and more every night. then, the gifts started flowing in. smaller gifts at first; bouquets of flowers which equaled around $5, or small hearts which equaled $1. every once in a while he’d send bigger gifts; doves, which equaled $20. fireworks, which were $30. there was that one time it was your birthday, and they sent you the biggest they’d ever sent. a meteor shower. it was one of the more pricier ones, and for you, it totaled about $100. you gasped so loudly you almost choked, and you had the biggest smile plastered on your face.

“meteor shower? oh my god, for me? thank you so much, ChambersAfterDark! you have no idea how much this means to me. but, you didn’t request anything. did you want me to do anything for you?” you asked so innocently.

they took a while to comment back, and you huffed. a minute or two passes and they finally speak up.

ChambersAfterDark: I don’t want anything from you. Just want to see you smile, pretty girl.

you can’t hold back the smile plastered on your face. you were mostly shocked he didn’t request something as most people usually do. you sighed contently. from that day, you hoped to see this person more often. once you went online you would hope to see their username join the stream, but sometimes they wouldn’t join. it made you a little sad. not because you wanted their money, but because they seemed genuine. something you hadn’t come across at all. one time, they hadn’t shown up for an entire 3 days. that might not seem like a lot, but for them, it was strange. they were always there, even if they only watched and didn’t comment. after ending your stream one night, you decided to message them.

supernova.exe: i haven’t seen u in a while.. have u found a better girl? :(

A few hours passed, and they finally replied.

ChambersAfterDark: Never, silly. I’m sorry, my job has had me stressed. Been taking all of my attention. Don’t think I haven’t been thinking about you though.

supernova.exe: oh? u’ve been thinking about me?? how so?

ChambersAfterDark: Well, how could a pretty face like yours ever leave my mind? And also, I remember you telling me how tired you’ve been. Have you been sleeping?

supernova.exe: ehh.. i’ve been trying. i hope ur job starts treating u better. can i do anything to ease some of your stress?

. . . . . .

ChambersAfterDark: I suppose.

supernova.exe: what is it?? it can be anything :D

ChambersAfterDark: Talk to me.

supernova.exe: but i am talking to u silly…

ChambersAfterDark: Not as a ‘camgirl’ trying to do her job, but as yourself. Talk to me like a friend.

supernova.exe: how can i talk to u as a friend when you’ve seen my most intimate parts

ChambersAfterDark: You’re funny. Just be yourself.

you couldn’t believe what you were reading. someone.. actually wants to listen to you.

supernova.exe: okay.

supernova.exe: well—

and from there, your relationship with ChambersAfterDark only grew stronger. you learned that his name was higuruma, but he wanted you to call him hiromi. you also learned that he was a lawyer. it shocked you. how does a lawyer have time to talk to you? he made time. always. he could never intentionally ignore his pretty girl.

as of late, the two of you still talk frequently. he makes you forget about this camgirl gig you have. he actually treats you like a person. he listens to your yapping, your ranting, your crying, laughs at your stiff jokes, and he makes you cum. virtually. there was nothing you hadn’t told him at this point. except your little issue. more like, huge, actually.

someone had been stalking you.

you had no idea who, but you had an inkling it was someone from your streams.

it started off small. every once in a while you’d take a walk outside for some fresh air, headphones in. you had never had a problem. but recently, you’d feel like someone was watching you. your gut was never wrong. these eyes, they wouldn’t feel soft either. it felt like knives slowly pressing into your shoulder blades. it made you uncomfortable. whenever you’d turn around to scan your surroundings, nobody would be there. but the second your back was turned, the feeling would return. you’d brush it off.

then came the notes and flowers showing up at your doorstep. you have no idea how this person got your address.

you heard knocking on your door, so naturally you went to answer. a delivery person, holding a bouquet of roses.

“are you.. y/n?” they asked you.

you reluctantly nodded, confused on who these were from.

they handed you the flowers, and you noticed an envelope attached to the side.

“wow, whoever sent you these must really admire you.” they said, whistling, then walking off.

you wanted to chase them and ask who sent them, but you knew they probably had no idea.

you sighed, closing your door, and bringing them inside. you set the flowers on your kitchen island, then opened the envelope. a red card with hearts plastered everywhere. you slowly opened the card, and your face immediately scrunched up.

I wish I could see the look on your pretty face when you receive this. Oh well. For you, my doll. I’ll always be here for you.

- ;)

the hell?

you were so confused. it’s not like you had a boyfriend, and you didn’t think any of your friends would do this. you shrugged it off, tossing the card in the trash and leaving the flowers to rot in your kitchen.

it only got worse from there. you started getting unknown phone calls at random times of the day, from the same blocked number. you’d never answer except for the one time you did, and you asked who it was. nothing. you couldn’t even hear breathing. not like you could block either, as it was a blocked number. you tried seeking advice from your friends, and all they told you was it was probably a spam call. you shrugged it off.

just when things would start to calm down, they’d start right back up again. another bouquet of flowers sent to your door with a note. each one got more weird.

You’re so pretty when you cum.. wish it could be my hands instead of yours.

Nobody else deserves you. I could be all you ever need and more.

Why don’t you keep any of my gifts? Should I start sending more expensive things?

I’d kill for you, keep that in mind when you think about flirting with other men.

You should really start watching your surroundings more. People bump into you too much. If any of them ever hurt you, I’d fucking end them.

You should really start double checking your doors at night.

you couldn’t take it anymore. that last note made you feel sick. had this person been inside of your house? have they been following you? for how long? when? who?

your anxiety was through the roof. you ended up staying at a friends house for a bit as she was the only person you could currently trust. you didn’t even trust cab drivers. there was one other person you felt safe with.

you logged into your account on 4UREYEZONLY. you had been offline for a few days, so you haven’t talked to higuruma in a while. you had a few missed messages from him.

ChambersAfterDark: Hey, you okay? Haven’t seen you online in a while.

ChambersAfterDark: I hope you’re taking care of yourself atleast.

ChambersAfterDark: Miss that pretty smile of yours.

. . . . . .

supernova.exe: i think i need your help

. . .

ChambersAfterDark: Hey, you. What is it? Are you alright?

supernova.exe: someone has been stalking me. and sending me creepy cards. i think they have been in my house as well and idk what to do. i feel unsafe everywhere

ChambersAfterDark: What? Where are you now?

ChambersAfterDark: Please tell me you’re safe.

ChambersAfterDark: Are you safe? Please tell me anything I can do to help you.

supernova.exe: im okay. im safe. im staying at a friend’s house

supernova.exe: should i go to the police? im just really scared i feel like crying. why is this happening???

ChambersAfterDark: Police are never any help. I can help you.

supernova.exe: please help me out hiro. i don’t know where to turn

ChambersAfterDark: I’m here for you, okay? I’ll protect you.

supernova.exe: :( thank you a million times. i just wanna go back home

ChambersAfterDark: Don’t worry, you will soon. For the time being, here. Text me.

he sent you his number. you figured with how close you two were, you didn’t mind sharing numbers with him. so, you texted him immediately.

you: hiro?

. . .

unknown: Yeah, it’s me. Nova?

you: actually, my name is y/n. u don’t have to call me nova when ur texting me

hiromi: Y/n. So beautiful, I love it.

you: you always know how to flatter me hiro

hiromi: You deserve it. But anyway, tell me more about this stalker of yours, and I’ll get started right away.

you told him everything that’s been happening from beginning to now.

hiromi: Fuck. I’m so sorry. I had no idea you were going through all of this. Especially alone. But don’t worry, okay? I’m here for you now.

hiromi: This might be kind of weird, but, would you want to meet up? I want to take a look at these letters they’ve been sending you. There has to be some sort of evidence on it. There usually always is.

. . .

you never would’ve met up with anyone from the platform.. ever. it was like an unspoken rule. higuruma was trustworthy, though. you put your trust into him more than anyone you ever have. so, you agreed.

you: okay.

hiromi: You’re okay with it? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.

you: no it’s okay. i trust you hiro

that made him smile. he wanted nothing more than for you to trust him.

you two agreed to meet up tomorrow, and he’d personally come with you to your house. as long as you weren’t alone you felt good about it.

tomorrow comes. you’re nervous. you’ve never done this before. he asked you to meet him at a mall. a nice, public area so you felt safe. you stood awkwardly outside the mall with a purse in hand. you didn’t know how people normally dressed for these sort of things, so you settled on a pleated skirt, with a cream colored sweater. you had no idea how higuruma looked in person, or even sounded like. you had no idea what to expect, but it wasn’t this.

this, being a six foot tall man. he stood in front of you with dark brown, kind of messy hair that laid on his forehead. his eyes were tired, full of stress and annoyance. his nose was downturned, but it fit his face perfectly. his lips, god, his lips were so soft looking. you thought about how they’d feel against yours. he wore a plain suit and tie, almost like he just finished working. he was attractive. very. your insides tossed and turned. you could see his lips moving now, as if they were forming words.

“y/n? you’re… y/n, right?”

you snapped out of your trance, locking eyes with the man in front of you. you nodded, giving him a nervous smile. his voice was deep. it made your thighs instinctively squeeze together.

“sorry, yes. it’s me. and you’re hiromi, right?”

he nodded, letting out a small chuckle at how dazed you were for a second. he thought you were even more beautiful. he had never seen your entire face as you always covered it with a mask, but he knew it was you before you confirmed it. you were picture perfect, and you looked just like a doll.

“s-should i shake your hand or something?” you asked him, raising your shoulders.

he laughed, shaking his head back and forth.

“don’t be silly. it’s me. we’re not exactly strangers, you don’t have to be shy.”

he was right. to be fair, he’s seen your pussy. what’s the point in being nervous around him now? well, maybe it was because he was fucking hot.

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, stifling a laugh.

“right—sorry, i’ve just never met up with someone from.. there before.”

“well, i’m honored to be your first.” he shot a wink at you.

it made your stomach flutter.

“i, um—should we go?”

he nodded. “yeah. my car’s over here.”

he extended his arm to make you walk next to him, his hand resting on the small of your back. it was protective, but it felt possessive.

“this is okay, right? i don’t want to make you uncomfortable with anything.”

no, if anything, it formed a pool in your panties. you’d never admit that, though.

“it’s okay. i don’t mind.”

with your approval, he rested his hand in the same spot, walking the both of you to his car. it was a nice one. there was never a doubt in your mind that he didn’t drive a nice car. he was so nice to you, opening the door for you and closing you in. you didn’t expect him to be this polite to you.

once he was inside, he smiled over at you and started to pull up the gps on his car’s radio screen.

“where to?”

you didn’t say anything. instead, your eyes focused on his hands. huge, veiny, and his fingers were long. you wondered how his hands would look sliding in your panties—

“y/n?”

his voice cut your thoughts short. focus.

“sorry—um, yeah..” you told him your address, watching as his fingers pressed every letter and number. then, his hand moved onto the gearshift. your eyes never tore away.

“ready?” he asked, gazing over at you.

you nodded, biting your lip as punishment. your hands sat neatly in your lap. you tried to divert your attention literally anywhere else, but you just couldn’t help but trail your eyes back to his fingers.

he definitely noticed.

after what seemed like 15 or 20 minutes, the both of you arrived at your apartment. he opened the door for you, of course, locking his doors once you were out. he could tell you felt uncomfortable just being outside. your brows furrowed together, and although he had taken a few steps forward already, you stood in place. he stepped back to stand next to you, his eyes softening.

“hey, i’m here, okay? i promise i won’t let anything happen to you.”

his words soothed you a bit, but you still couldn’t let go of the uneasy feeling lingering in your chest.

his hand found its way back to your back, beginning to rub up and down in an attempt to relax you. you eased into his touch so easily, and he knew you were trying to calm down. you took a deep breath, finally taking small steps to enter the lobby of your apartment building.

higuruma made sure to stay by your side the entire time. he scanned every person that was in the lobby, looking for malicious body language. he wanted you to feel safe.

as the two of you walked side by side, you could feel different pairs of eyes lingering. not creepy, but more so gossipy. you could hear the whispers of two girls in the lobby.

“are they a couple?”

“probably. look how he’s protecting her. god, i wish that were me. he’s so handsome.”

“i know. she’s so lucky.”

you secretly smiled to yourself. you were flattered that they thought you two were dating. did you guys look that good together?

you took an elevator up to your floor, and of course, higuruma stayed next to you the whole time, his hand still resting on your back. once you arrived in front of your door, you inhaled. you didn’t want to step foot back into your home. you were terrified. you had no idea if that person had been in here while you were gone, or even when you were there. the air felt tight. your breathing started to speed up. your hands shook with your keys in your hand.

higuruma noticed. he placed his hand on top of yours. your shaking stopped slightly.

“it’s okay. i’m here.”

your fingers fumbled messily with your house keys as you tried to insert the key into the door. the locks clicked open, and the door opened slowly. higuruma stood in front of you now, his larger frame covering you completely. he pushed the door open further, looking back at you for approval. once you nodded, he walked inside with you trailing behind him. you stood in the doorway, trying to get the courage to step inside fully.

“wait, let me look around first.” he said, then going from room to room, checking inside of closets, under furniture. he examined everything thoroughly. once he finished checking everything, he came back to join you.

“it’s safe. i took a look inside every room. just us here, everything’s okay.”

you pressed your lips together in a thin line. you trusted his word. with one final exhale, you stepped into your apartment. the air felt heavy. it was hot and you didn’t know if it was from the a/c being off for an amount of days, or because of the man beside you. higuruma closed and locked the door behind you, then came back to follow you.

you placed your purse down on your couch, heading towards the kitchen where the discarded letters and flowers were. you motioned him over and he came, standing on the other side of the kitchen island.

you gathered all of the cards together then spread them out so he could see.

“here they are. each and every one.”

you shuddered looking at them again. the cards made you feel disgusting.

he picked them up one by one, reading the words and raising his eyebrows. his reaction was different with each one he read. shock, disgust, disappointment, anger.

he eyed the cards closely, trying to look for any remnants of the sender. fingerprints, hair, anything really. he hummed, setting the cards back down. he started thinking, pulling his phone out to text someone.

“this is gonna be tough. i’m just gonna send this to one of my investigators. they’re really good at what they do. they’ll be able to find something.”

you nodded. you leaned in closer to point to the flowers in the trash, and higuruma almost instantly noticed your cleavage, but his eyes flew back up to yours before you saw. it made his pants tighten.

“there’s these too. full bouquets of flowers..”

he shook his head, wanting to crush them under his foot. “don’t worry. we’ll find the weirdo who’s been tormenting you.”

you gave him a small smile, suddenly feeling overtaken by something. you couldn’t quite pinpoint this feeling. it was admiration, and.. warmth. being with him truly made you feel safe. he always knew exactly what to say to relieve your nerves. you suddenly walked up to him, leaning over his shoulder to place a small kiss to his cheek. his eyes widened. he turned his head to look at you. your cheeks felt hot, and you just knew you were flushed. you didn’t even realize you kissed him but once you did, you started panicking.

“did i- oh my god, im so sorry hiro, i didn’t mean to do that—it just happened, it’s like my body started moving before my mind processed it—"

his lips were on yours. soft. just like you thought. you sighed into his lips, and he leaned closer to you. you tried pulling away out of embarrassment, but higuruma was quick to tangle his fingers in your hair and pull you closer. his tongue slipped in between your lips and you happily let him in. your two tongues intertwined together, fighting for dominance. you let out a small moan. he heard it, and he drank it right up. you two stayed connected for what felt like 20 minutes, but then he finally pulled away from your lips, a line of spit disconnecting from the two of you. your panties were beyond soaked.

you managed to let out a quiet “hiro.."

he looked down at you, his grip in your hair tightening as he stared breathlessly at you.

“i know, pretty. you need me, don’t you?”

you pathetically nodded in response. he was brick hard at this point. one of his hands left your hair, and you didn’t even realize it was sliding down your stomach and stopping at the hem of your skirt.

“let’s see..” he muttered, his hand swooping inside of your skirt with ease. his fingers brushed against your panties, unknowingly swiping your clit. his eyebrow twitched up. you gasped at the contact.

“oh?”

his eyes trailed down to look at your pressed thighs. he smirked to himself, slowly sliding his hand in your panties. his fingers were immediately met with your juices. he twirled around your clit; almost as if to tease you. he took his hand out of your skirt, slipping his fingers into his mouth. he let out a long groan.

“fuuuck. you taste so sweet, baby. you been keeping this from me this long?”

you let out a broken weep, your pussy beginning to clench around nothing. you wanted him so bad and you didn’t even know where it came from. he was just there to help you; to protect you from your alleged stalker and get to the bottom of this person’s anonymity. you didn’t know what it was. maybe it was the gestures. maybe it was the smell of his woody cologne. either way, you yearned for him in ways you didn’t think were possible. not to worry though. he’d definitely be there to help you.. in different ways.

there was just one little issue.

you were a virgin.

that’s right. the naughty little camgirl who would finger herself on camera for her disgusting viewers, hump her pillow with the chants of some rando’s name, perform all sorts of degrading acts, was a virgin. now, you had for sure stuck a dildo or two inside your pussy, but you’ve never experienced the real thing. there have been boys that tried to throw themselves at you, trying to break through your innocent heaven, but you’d never let them. you always thought that none of them ever deserved it. when it comes to virginity, it’s an unspoken rule that you should only give it up to someone that you were completely and utterly devoted to; someone that deserved to pop your cherry. you agreed with the rule wholeheartedly. but standing in front of higuruma, your pretty eyes silently begging for him, you wanted to ignore that rule.

after all, you trusted him. right?

unbeknownst to you, higuruma actually knows you’re a virgin. he can tell. he’s been with a few women sexually, and he’s dabbled on different camgirl sites, but each of them reeked with sex. every filthy act they’d perform just screamed experienced. you, on the other hand, screamed inexperienced. he was smarter than you thought. maybe it was the way your body would flat out reject your own three fingers, or the way you’d tell your viewers no when they’d ask you to ride your dildos. whatever it was, he knew you had never been touched properly. from the day he laid eyes on you, he wanted to change that.

higuruma leaned down to whisper in your ear, his soft lips planting small kisses along your jawline and neck. “tell me, pretty. where do you need me?”

your soft gasps were the most beautiful reaction he’d ever heard. he knew exactly what you needed, he just wanted to hear you say it. you bit down hard on your bottom lip, refusing to give him what he wanted. instead, you grabbed his wrist and placed it underneath your skirt to rest on your clothed pussy, your hips gently bucking up against his hand. you hoped he’d take that as an answer. his middle finger would rub against your clit, mimicking the movements he’d do as if he was running it through your folds. that alone wanted to make you cry.

he shook his head, retracting his hand from under your skirt. one of his hands moved to grip your jaw to make you look at him. “no. use your words.”

your face scrunched up as if you were about to tear up and sob. he only laughed in response, mockingly. you attempted to swallow down your tears, gearing up the courage to say anything.

“hiro, i-i n-need you.. here.. please, touch me.”

and with that, he was picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, his big hand resting over your ass. he walked the both of you to your bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot, and dropping you on your mattress. you rested on your elbows to see what his next moves were. he very quickly undid his tie, his shirt loosening on his body. he unbuttoned his shirt, not removing it, just exposing his chest. the sight made your mouth hang open. he was perfect. he had abs upon abs, and you couldn’t tell where they started or ended.

he stood in front of you now, pushing you back down onto the bed. his large frame hovered over yours as both of his legs pushed his weight up onto your mattress to hover over you. he leaned down, using one of his hands to carefully caress your cheek before crashing his lips into yours. the two of you moved perfectly in sync with one another, breathing speeding up and tongues once again dancing for dominance over the other. he bit down on your bottom lip, dragging it out a little before letting it fall back into its place. he used his thumb to drag over that same lip, before sliding it between your lips and inside your mouth, your lips closing over his thumb obediently. it slowly thrusted itself in and out of your mouth, and you swirled your tongue around his nailbed, looking up at him through your pretty lashes.

“such a good girl..” he whispered, before hiking one of your legs up with his free hand over his waist, and moving his lower half closer to yours. he pressed his shaft up against your covered pussy, not moving, just pressing. he grunted, slightly rocking his hips against you. he was basically dry humping you as you sucked on his thumb. you felt it all. his aching boner was pushing up against your skirt, but you could feel just how much he wanted to be inside you. you whined, trying to mimic his movements but unfortunately you didn’t get much friction because of your skirt.

just like he read your mind, he halted his movements, slipping his thumb out of your mouth and pushing your leg back down to its place. he placed his hands at the hem of your skirt and panties at the same time, yanking both the flimsy pieces of fabric down your legs and throwing your skirt somewhere in a corner of your room. your panties, however, he bunched them up in his hand and brought them up to his nose, taking a long inhale. he exhaled with a moan that sounded straight out of a porn video. “smells so delectable, fuck, i have to taste you.” he muttered, putting himself on his knees in front of you then grabbing your legs and pushing you flush against his face. his nose made direct contact with your clit first, and it made you jump. you barely processed the fact that you were bare in front of him. for some reason, it made you shy. you tried to close your legs but his head stopped you, then he looked up at you with a raised brow.

“what? why so shy around me now, baby?”

you hummed, your stomach doing flips now. it just felt different. of course you didn’t mind being borderline naked in front of your camera for him, but he was actually in front of you now. it wasn’t like you could turn your camera off and end your stream.

“’dunno. it just feels..”

“different? now that i’m here, huh?”

you nodded your head.

he wrapped his arms around your plush thighs, more so to keep you in place but also to keep your legs open for him. “come on, princess. nothing i haven’t seen from you before.” he said with a smirk, before his head disappeared between your legs.

he planted a singular kiss on your pussy, making you whimper. then, he stuck his tongue out and licked right through your folds. you gasped sharply, your head thrown back on the bed. he let out small chuckle against you, the vibration sending chills up your spine. he took his time in devouring you. his tongue swirled against your clit, then he closed his lips around your pussy, and all you could hear were embarrassing slurrrrps and guuuulps. he was literally drinking you up. you tasted like honey on his tongue. your moans only got louder and they only encouraged him more.

one of his hands left your thigh to move between your legs instead. he slowly slipped his middle and ring finger inside you, eyeing you for a reaction. you cursed, whining out for more. he thrusted his fingers in and out of you at a rampant pace, making sure to curl them up whenever he reached your cervix. your hips jerked and stuttered against his lips, and your hands struggled to find something to grip onto, so you fisted the sheets. his long tongue joined his fingers in tormenting your poor little hole. he slid it in and out of you, licked around it, anywhere really. he pulled his lips away from you temporarily, his fingers still breaking you in. he pulled his head up, shortly enjoying the scene in front of him; your fingers gripping the sheets, your back arched, your hair all over the place, your moans melodious. beautiful.

“think you can take another finger for me, baby?” he asked you, already lining his pointer finger at your entrance.

you shook your head back and forth, your body squirming aggressively. you didn’t think you could take anything more.

“hmmmm..? what’s that, angel?”

you groaned. “i can’t, hiro… it’s t-too much—hngghhhh, feels so good..”

he tsked, stilling his fingers.

you shot your head up at the halt, eyes screaming at him to continue.

“i’m disappointed in you, baby. thought you’d be a good girl for me?” he said, fake pouting at you.

“mmmh, hiro, p-please…”

he thrusted his fingers in and out of you once, just to tease you. you hated him for this.

“please, what, sweetheart? you have to talk to me.”

you tried rocking your hips against his fingers to get some sort of movements even if it meant doing the work, but he placed hand flat against your stomach to stop you.

“fuck, hiro, okay.. i’ll take it, i promise, just please. please don’t stop..” tears were starting to form in your eyes at this point.

he couldn’t deny his pretty girl. not when she looked like this.

his fingers began moving in and out of you slowly, as he added his pointer finger in the mix, gently sliding inside of you. he was stretching you out with just his fingers. it stung at first, you were unfamiliar with this feeling.

“how’s that feel, baby?”

you scrunched your eyebrows together, wincing at first, then breathing out. the discomfort turned into pleasure real quick. he thrusted his fingers slowly, not wanting to wreck you just yet. he wanted you to get used to it first.

“oh—oh, that feels s-so good, hiro.. faster, deeper, please..”

his mouth curled up into a smirk, and he did what you asked, now slamming his fingers in and out of you. he reached up into you as far as he could go, and once he felt your cervix at the tip of his fingers, he made sure to thrust straight into it without warning. your body jolted, and you let out a squeal.

“that’s right. there’s my girl.”

your body was behaving so well for him, taking his three fingers so well. he went back to eating you out, his tongue working you just as quickly as his fingers were.

it was all too much for you. he was good. it made you feel sick because of how good he was treating your pussy. a knot began to form in your lower stomach, a feeling you, and him, knew all too well. your walls started to clench around his fingers.

“i think im—haaaah, gonna c-cum.. it feels so good…”

higuruma let out a mhhhm against you, and the added vibration only made the knot in your lower half get bigger. you were grinding against his face before you knew it, and it only took one more of his thrusts before your sweet juices were spilling out into his mouth. he let you grind against his tongue as your orgasm overtook you. your knuckles had to be red from the way you gripped the sheets demonically, almost tearing a hole in them. once you were sure your orgasm was ending, you let out a loud sigh. he never pulled back from your pussy. instead, he lapped up every drip leaking from your hole, not missing a single drop. your body shivered.

he finally took his fingers out of you, removing his head from between your legs. he stood up, and when you made eye contact with him you could see his lips glimmering and you just knew that was all you.

he let out a breathy chuckle, swiping some of your remnants from his chin. you watched as his hands focused their attention on undoing the belt of his pants and unbuckling them. his pants didn’t drop just yet, but you could see his boxers peeking out.

he leaned over you again, his lips placing messy kisses all over your neck. he sucked and licked at tender skin, spending more time at some parts than others. he was marking you. he wanted you and the whole world to know that he owned you, that you were all his. you might not have known it yet, but he did.

once he finished leaving dark purple hickies on your neck, he pulled up to admire his work, smiling down at you. he then placed a kiss onto your lips, and you could taste yourself on his lips. he grabbed one of your smaller hands, pulling it closer to him. he dragged your hand down his chest, his stomach, then he stopped it right over his bulge. he winced out, squeezing your wrist.

“feel that, baby? he’s needy. and he wants to be inside you.”

he, being his cock.

your eyes trailed down his body and to where your hand was, and your eyes widened. you had a feeling he was big, but not this big. you gulped, and he noticed. you had nervousness plastered all over your face.

here he was, about to fuck you into the next day, and you haven’t even told him you were a virgin.

“hiro, i—i have to tell you something…”

“what is it, pretty girl?”

you didn’t want to tell him. you just wanted him to unknowingly take your virginity and maybe you could tell him later. truth is, you were scared. what if you tell him and he gets weirded out? what if he doesn’t want you anymore? what if doesn’t speak to you again? there were more downsides than anything. you licked your lips, parting your lips to speak, to say anything, but you couldn’t.

your face started to heat up, and your vision began to go blurry. tears. tears were falling down your cheeks.

his face softened, and he let your hand go immediately. was it something he did?

his head tilted to the side. you were crying. his first thought was that he hurt you.

“fuck, did i hurt you? was it too much?”

you shook your head, trying to wipe your tears away but they continued to fall.

“no, i just…”

“what is it? we can stop. whatever it is, im sorry, we can just—”

“im a virgin, hiro…” you cried out. it was so embarrassing to admit, your face began to turn red.

he froze. his face was something unreadable.

this is it. he’s gonna leave me.

his lips moved as if he was trying to form words, but nothing came out.

“oh, baby..” he cooed, his voice low. he leaned down to wipe the tears from your eyes and both of his hands cupped your face. your eyes were slightly red.

“baby.. baby..”

his thumbs rubbed circles on your cheeks. you were confused.

“god, you were made for me.”

huh?

your brows knitted together in confusion.

“you saved yourself.. for me. baby..”

his face was so scrunched up, you couldn’t tell if he was about to cry also or cum.

“hiro—”

he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours. “my doll, don’t worry. i’m gonna take such good care of you.”

he kissed your cheek once more before pulling his body up. he bunched your sweater up and above your head, your breasts spilling out. his mouth immediately latched onto one of your nipples, with his tongue swirling around the hardened bud. his hand moved up to the other one, your nipple being twisted and fumbled with between his fingers. you were a gasping, whiny mess. he appreciated your body whole. nothing was left untouched by him.

one of your hands found their way into his hair, getting tangled in his strands. you needed him so badly, your hips were bucking into the air. he felt it against side.

he pulled away from your nipple with a smack. he yanked his shirt up and over his head, then he finally let his pants fall down, kicking them off his ankles. he was just as naked as you were, and just as sexy. sexier. he was the embodiment of perfection. you almost drooled at the sight, until your eyes dropped down to it.

his long, thick cock, precum already threatening to spill out. your head felt dizzy. you just didn’t know how something that big could fit inside of you. yeah, you’ve used dildos before, but they were max 4 or 5 inches. higuruma was nearing nine, maybe even ten, not to mention his girth.

you swallowed, hard.

he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, using one of his hands to keep your legs spread apart.

“i’m gonna start slow, okay? tell me if it’s too much, baby.”

you nodded, gearing up for his movements.

he tilted his head down, placing his free hand around his shaft to line himself up with your entrance. he ran his tip through your folds just one time, coating himself in your wetness before he slid inside your quivering hole.

your eyebrows knitted together, and you couldn’t help but whine out. the stretch was brutal. he was only about two inches inside of you and you were already on the brink of tears. he looked up at you and you gave him a small nod to continue. it hurt, yes, but you really wanted him to wreck you.

he continued to push all of his thick length inside you, stopping every few inches to check in on you. he only got about 6 inches in before you started to shake your head back and forth. he pulled out.

“don’t think i can do it, hiro.. ‘s too much.” you whined out, trying to hold it together for him but you couldn’t deny the pain. he was big.

“you can do it, baby. you will do it. for me.”

it sounded less like an option and more like a suggestion. his gentle demeanor was replaced with desperation, as he couldn’t take not being inside of you any longer.

he lined himself up with your entrance again, this time no warning. he grunted as his cock stretched you open, your walls tight around him. he didn’t care how many times he’d have to pull out and back in again, he’d make himself fit. he wanted to mold your pussy in the shape of cock. you cried out as he pushed further inside you, his hands moving up to caress your cheek. he shushed you, whispering it’s okay and i’m here, baby. your pussy tried its best to accommodate his size. you were sure all of his nine or ten inches was inside you fully, and you could feel him in your guts. he looked down to check on you, noticing the bulge poking in your lower stomach. he had a cocky smirked plastered on his face.

“look at that…” he whispered, tracing his fingers over the spot. he let out the sexiest groan you’d ever heard.

once all of his inches were inside you, he didn’t move, he wanted you to adjust first.

you winced a couple of times, your face scrunching up then relaxing. the discomfort turned into pleasure, and you wanted nothing more than for him to start moving. it was still a little tight, but higuruma knew how to fix that.

“ready, baby?” he asked you, grabbing your legs and hooking them around his waist. he was impossibly closer to your core, and you could feel his balls bump against your clit which made you hum.

you nodded your head slowly, closing your eyes to prepare for his thrusts. he started a gentle pace, pulling out of you then sliding back in each time. whatever he was doing worked, as it soothed the tight feeling in your hole.

he leaned down over you, both of his arms caging your head in. his sluggish thrusts quickened before you knew it, and with each thrust he was slamming right into you. your body would jolt every time. higuruma loved watching his cock move in and out of you. your pussy sucked him up beautifully, and it made him twitch inside of you. you felt it, too. it made your stomach churn.

“hiro, please—faster..” you begged him so nicely, your arms wrapping around his neck. he complied, his thrusts speeding up. he started drilling in and out of your pussy. the walls of the room echoed with slaps of his hips, your whines, and his moans. he was splitting you open at this point. he could feel your walls pulsing around his cock, and he knew you were officially adjusted to him now.

his body leaned closer into yours, his eyes lingering on your face for too long. he loved the way you reacted to him fucking you. you just sounded and looked so pretty. his lips brushed against your ear and you could hear him mumbling a mix of praises and degrading words in your ear.

“that’s it, princess. taking me so well.”

“dirty girl, letting me split you open when we just met..”

“that pussy feels so good around me, you have no idea.”

“look at me while i wreck you.”

your moans began to get higher, and with each thrust of his, that familiar knot that lingered in your stomach would get bigger and bigger. your arms wrapped around his neck entirely, pulling him in even closer. your nails clawed at his back, and he groaned. his lower half was grinding against yours as you in turn whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

he could tell you were close by the way your pussy was clenching around him. he couldn’t leave your pussy yet. it felt too good. he quickly pulled out of you, pulling your body up and flipping you around on your stomach. you automatically sat on all fours for him, your ass in the air. he nodded in approval, his dick twitching at the sight. your fluttering hole called his name out, wanting him to come back. you pushed your ass against his shaft, rubbing against him. you whined out for him, the prettiest pout on your lips.

“hiroooo, please. fuck me.”

his hand came down hard on your ass, leaving a stinging sensation. you yelped. it hurt but felt good at the same time, and you wanted more. you giggled, shaking your ass against his cock again.

“what a filthy girl.”

his words made you wet all over again. he could see the glistening on your pussy lips. he smacked your ass once, twice, three times more, each time harder than the last. it sent your body flying forward. you were sure he had left a handprint on your cheek.

he lined himself up with your entrance finally, one of his hands grabbing a handful of your hair. he slid his cock inside of your pussy with no warning, starting up his angry pace. his hips slammed against your ass with each thrust. he pulled your hair back, your back meeting his chest. with this new position, his cock was hitting even deeper than before. he angled himself to hit your cervix with each thrust, making your legs quiver below him. you screamed out, broken words of please, and oh my god i can’t filling his ears. you felt so full, so good. his monstrous pace only brought you further to another orgasm. his thrusts began to get sloppier, and you could tell he was on the same page as you.

his lips made contact with your neck, then your ear, his tongue swirling around your lobe. his grip on your hair tightened, and your hands searched for something to grab onto to keep you from falling. he noticed, and he wrapped his free arm around your neck. your hands held onto his forearm tightly.

“hiromi, hngggghf, i can’t take it—im gonna—”

“cum.”

and with his demand, you came undone on his cock with a squeal. your walls clenched around him again, refusing to let him escape. not like he wanted to.

he let you use his dick to ride out your orgasm, never slowing his thrusts. your orgasm crashed over you hard, and you could feel tears flowing out of your eyes. once your high came and went, your body fell into the mattress.

but higuruma wasn’t finished. you didn’t even notice he never pulled out of you.

instead, he pressed your face into the mattress with one hand, the other resting on your back to keep you in place. he sped his thrusts up, his hard thrusts rocking your body forward. you gasped, the overstimulation catching up to you. he barely let you come down from your orgasm before he was wrecking your pussy some more.

“just a little more, baby. i’m gonna fill this pretty pussy up so well..”

his hips stuttered against your ass, and he was borderline grinding against you. he felt himself so deep, deeper than he’s ever gotten. your pussy never let up on him either. despite already giving him 2 orgasms, it seems you want another. you tried to push him away with your hands, it all being too fucking much for you, but he only gathered both of your arms behind your back, holding them with one hand. he used this new position to rock you back and forth on his cock. he threw his head back in pleasure, trying to savor the feeling of you around him. once your walls tightened, he knew it was a wrap. it sent him over the edge—and you. your incoherent whines about needing to cum again were ignored, and it seemed like he was focused more on his orgasm than yours.

you begged him to slow down but he didn’t listen.

“your pussy’s saying otherwise, doll.”

doll.

whenever the name rolled off of his tongue, it was sexy, but you couldn’t help but associate it with the weird cards your stalker would send you. you were pretty sure one of them had that name written.

“oh, fuck—” your thoughts were cut short by the feeling of higuruma’s fingers playing with your pussy. you don’t know when he got down there. he was rubbing circles in your clit, quickly. it drove you over the edge. between the feeling of him hammering his cock inside of you and his fingers abusing your clit, you didn’t know which one was responsible for the lingering orgasm. you could only mewl out, scratching at his stomach. his hand was still gripping around your wrists to keep your arms from trying to stop him while the other one was hooked under you, fondling with your sensitive bundle of nerves.

he felt your body tremble under him.

“you’re gonna cum. cum with me.”

his own orgasm began to crash over him, making his hips stutter. he painted your walls with warm, thick ropes of cum. he took joy in filling you up in both ways.

your third orgasm spilled over you as well. you couldn’t speak, or think really, too fucked out to form words. he emptied himself completely inside of you, and your pussy had no problem milking him. he groaned out loudly, his thrusts slowing then eventually halting. your arms fell to your sides. you could barely hold yourself up. he didn’t pull out of you just yet. he wanted to make sure every drop of him stayed inside you. after what seemed like 20 minutes, he finally pulled out and you could hear the mixture of yours and his juices from when he slid out. it was nasty.

he crashed next to you, smirking at your ruined figure. you still looked gorgeous to him.

this was your first time. higuruma, this man that once paid you to perform lewd acts on your streams, had taken your virginity. and you liked it.

and he liked you.

you didn’t know it, but he had feelings for you. he’s had feelings for you ever since you first messaged him asking where he’d been. you weren’t just some camgirl to him. you were heaven. he wanted nothing more than to make you his, officially. he never wanted you to log back into that website ever again. for what? he could buy you whatever you wanted or needed. you didn’t need to get yourself off for a camera, he’d do it for you. he wanted to be all you needed and more. goal accomplished.

those letters and flowers? all him.

those dark eyes you’d feel lingering when you went to take a walk? him.

yeah, he had been in your apartment once or twice. nothing noticeable, nothing too harmful. he just wanted to make sure you were safe; to make sure his girl slept peacefully. how would you have known to triple check your locks had he not reminded you?

higuruma had been way more involved in your life than you knew. he wanted to scare you, so that you’d come running to him for protection. after all, he was a lawyer. he knew the law like the back of his hand, and he knew exactly what to do to not get caught.

you walked right into his trap.

he had you.

you were his.

and hopefully, in a couple months from now, his baby would be growing in your stomach.

wateringthewildflowers

Another day, Another - what the fuck is that?

In which, Jjk men are kept on their toes (Animal Edition)

Genre: Fluff WC: 400 - 600 words each ❀。 • *₊°。 ❀°。❀。 • *₊°。 ❀°。❀。 • *₊°。 ❀°。

Higurama Hiromi

Hiromi was having one of the longest days of his career. Cases upon Cases lied piled upon his mahogany desk, awaiting approval or denial. It wasn’t easy being one of the best defense attorneys in all of Tokyo. It meant he always had work to do, and cases to review. In the end it made it worth it knowing his wife was at home snuggled up on the couch with their dog probably watching some trashy tv show. Because of his hard work she didn’t have to lift a finger.

On the other hand, his beautiful wife, (Name), was doing anything but snuggling on the couch with their dog. In fact she was out and about with said dog, taking him to the groomers. It was haircut day, and she wanted to do something fun today. That’s exactly what she did. She requested a dye job at the groomers, wanting her little Momo to look like a little lion.

Momo came out looking amazing. His once white fur now tan and the poof around his neck now a dark brown. He’d look like a lion if they were small and shaped like a pomeranian.

(Name) practically paraded Momo through the streets of Setagaya City on her way home. Proud of her decision to dye their dog. Now, hopefully her husband would have the same adorable reaction she did.

Hiromi, on the other hand, slammed a case file closed in frustration. It was his last case he had to review, and now he could finally head home for the day. Out of his pile he only selected three cases to take on. They were the only ones that had piqued his interest. The rest were people convicted of petty crimes and wanted them removed from their records.

He slowly stood from his desk, slotting the three case files into his brief case before closing it. If he had free time tonight, he’d planned on reviewing them again before contacting the clients.

Making his way out of the office, he made his way to the car garage to make his way home. The streets were still bustling with people and cars. Thankfully he’d gotten out earlier then what he normally would on a day like today. He’d thought about joining his wife on the couch with a nice cup of tea to keep him motivated on rushing through paperwork.

The drive home was about forty minutes due to traffic, but he was just glad to be home. His quiet suburban home, his escape from reality. He’d moved his family out to the suburbs shortly after they’d gotten married, in hopes that they’d have plenty of room when it came time to extend their family. Maybe tonight was the night he’d bring it up, while they sat eating dinner together.

He slotted his key into the door, unlocking it and pushing the door open. The first thing to greet him was their newly colored dog, causing Hiromi to do a double take.

“Sweetheart, why the fuck is our dog like this?” Hiromi calls out to his wife.

“Do you like it? I tried something new!” (Name) gleams happily to her husband, walking up to him to kiss him.

“It’s something alright.” Kissing his wife with a small smile. If it made her happy then it made him happy, even if he was a little disturbed by it.

(Name) smiles at her husband, happy that he also likes it, or at least believing he did. It was too late now anyways, there was no way to remove it.

Hiromi just accepted it. Nothing in this world was ever going to dull his wife’s creativity, even if it was a little strange at times. He’d just grin and accept it. Maybe that was part of the reason he fell in love with her in the first place.

Nanami Kento

Kento was exhausted. It was another rough day at work, with work piling up due to intern screw ups, and endless meetings. He was finally ready to clock off and return home to his wife. He already had the night planned in his head; he’d come home, have a lovely date with his wife and retire for the night with a simple glass of wine.

That’s exactly how the night had gone so far. He’d arrived home and changed into more casual clothes, before him and (Name) headed out the door. They’d planned to just go to the local ramen shop and eat a simple dinner.

“Welcome In!” The chef calls from behind the counter. “Sit anywhere!”

The two sat down next to each other at the counter. A menu already sitting waiting for them. Both began looking through deciding on what dishes they wanted.

(Name) reaches down below her and picks up her purse from the ground. Her lips were dry so she wanted her chapstick, but instead when she reached her hand in she was met with a surprise.

Her hand met something scaly, and thin. Without thinking she just wraps her hand around it and picks it up. As it came out from her purse, her eyes locked on to it. It was a snake.

The same snake she had picked up earlier when she found some kids trying to torture it. She’d set it in the inner pocket of her purse cause she didn’t know where to put it and she was gonna set it down by the park near her home but she’d apparently forgotten about it,

She quickly shoves it back in and zips her purse closed again. (Name) was not about to let it loose in her favorite ramen shop. Unfortunately her husband had been watching her the entire time, confused.

“My love, is everything alright?” Kento asks.

“Oh yes! Everything's perfectly fine!” (Name) replies trying to play it cool. She could not let her husband know.

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“That was such a nice meal.” (Name) sighs stretching her arms above her head. She was thoroughly stuffed and ready to go home.

“Indeed,” Kento agrees, sliding his wallet back into his pocket.

“Can I tell you a secret, honey?” (Name) smiles turning to face her husband.

“Yes, what is it, my love?”

“This!” (Name) grins reaching into her bag and yanking out the olive-green snake laying inside.

“My love,” Kento says exasperated.

“Yes, honey?”

“What is that?” Pinching the bridge of his nose.

“It’s a snake, silly!” (Name) giggles, watching the snake slither around her hand.

“I can see that but why do you have it?”

“Oh, I stole it from some kids earlier. I meant to drop it by the park on my home earlier but I had forgotten too. Oopsies.”

“That’s not really an oopsies situation, my love. You’ve been carrying a snake in your purse all day.” Kento sighs. ‘Be your husband's peace’ was not a phrase in his wife’s vernacular in the slightest.

So the two began their side quest of the night, dropping off (Name)’s purse snake. (Name) giggled about it on their entire journey, while her husband’s was more of a reserved annoyance. Yet there he was, following behind her, still aiding in her quest. After all, that’s what a good husband does.

Gojo Satoru

Satoru thought he was having the perfect mundane day. He had gotten up and had breakfast with his wife, (Name), and had an easy commute to work. There was absolutely no chaos in his life for the day. His lessons with his students breezed by easily, meeting with the elder didn’t piss him off, the train wasn’t crowded on his way home. His day was going perfectly. He was so ready to climb into his wife’s arms and calmly spend the rest of the day with her.

But he was so wrong.

While he was having a perfectly normal day, his wife was not. She had been scouring the streets all day. She had decided to expand their family, and what was the best way to do that ― A pet. A certain pet in particular. She'd been looking through dozens of pet shops and rescues Tokyo had to offer until she found it, a kitten. Along her way she’d ordered dozens of supplies from pet stores, and got it delivered to their penthouse.

Since then (Name) had been unpacking all of her pet’s new items ― from a cat tree, to bowls to toys. She had gotten it all. The kitten was scurrying around her feet as she tries to figure out how to set up the cat tree she’d bought.

(Name) huffs in frustration, looking between the instructions and the pieces laid around her. “Toru, can set this up when he gets home. I’m done with it.”

As if she spoke it to existence, the front door softly clicked. Satoru was home. He swiftly took off his shoes and pulled his blindfold down, preparing to use his technique to find his beloved wife. He softly pads through the entrance way, following her curse energy trail, right into her chaos.

“Hello!” (Name) smiles greeting her husband.

“New art project?”

“Oh, no. I got us a cat. Toni is somewhere around here. I don’t know where though.”

Satoru walks his way around their plush, L-shaped couch to sit on the floor with his wife. “You named it Toni?”

“Yeah! It’s short for rigatoni! Oh, there he is!” (Name) bounces up, and hurries to the left side of the room. “This is Toni!”

“What is that? And why does it look like it’s someone's nutsack?” Satoru amuses, earning a horrified gasp from (Name).

“Do not insult my baby like that!” (Name) sputters offended, holding the cat to her chest. She had gotten a sphynx kitten, a breed of cat known for being naked.

Satoru laughed and shook his head. His wife and her crazy ideas, but if that’s what she wanted, she’d get. There was nothing he wouldn’t sacrifice for his wife even if that meant he’d have to deal with a naked cat running around his penthouse.

Suguru Geto

Geto was known to be a patient man, whether it came with the monkeys he dealt with or his family. He was always patient, or at least tried to be. There were moments where he slipped but he still tried his hardest. When he always needed a proper stress reliever he always looked for his wife. What a better way to relax than rearranging his wife's innards.

That’s what he exactly planned to do, he just needed to find his wife first. He wasn’t in their room or in any of the normal places he’d find her either. It just seemed to grow his frustration having to find her.

His wife, (Name), on the other hand was in the back garden. One of the families that normally visited Geto had brought a gift along with them today. an entire bucket of baby koi. One of his cult members had tried to turn it down, but she had accepted it. She knew the woman was mad for her overriding her decision but she could care less, after all, Geto would take her side no matter what.

She had placed the koi fish in one of the ponds in the back garden, away from everyone. She wanted to let them grow in peace without people being around them all day.

She’d spent most of the day sitting and watching them. Amused to watch them swim around the pond she’d placed them in. Wondering if in their little minds they were curious about their surroundings and exploring happy to be free once again.

Geto had found her a few minutes ago, simply choosing to sit and admire his wife from the sidelines. A small smile graced her face as she watched whatever was in the pond. Whatever it was it had caused quite the stir within the grounds. Sui had run into him and complained how his wife was undermining her decisions and that she shouldn’t be. Geto had honeyed his words and promised he would talk to his wife, yet he wasn’t going to do such a thing. His wife had all the power to make decisions around here, whether people liked it or not. It was not their place to say how he ran his home.

“There you are, my wife. What are you doing?” Geto questions, stepping behind his crouching wife.

“One of your donors brought them as a gift. Sui tried to turn them down saying they were worthless to you, but I accepted them. Aren’t they pretty? I’ve never seen this color before.” (Name) smiles reaching her hand down to the water.

“They are indeed beautiful, my love, but i’d rather be the one who has your attention.”

“My, my. Is my husband jealous of some fish?” (Name) stands to face her husband.

“Jealous of fish? No. Upset that my wife's sole focus isn’t on me? Yes, very much so.” Geto muses, grabbing his wife by the hand. Finally, all to himself.

Ryomen Sukuna

Ryomen Sukuna was a feared man across the nation of Japan. No man or woman dared to stand up to him and his power. They’d be cut in pieces before they even got the chance to fight. It was amusing to him to watch people try though, not many succeeded in aiming an attack his way before they were cut swiftly down.

There was one person in this world standing a chance to land a hit on him, though she dared to only once. That was his heavily pregnant wife. The one he’d married and made his official primary wife. The other women in the palace where concubines in name only.

She’d been the only one to put up any sort of fight since she arrived at the estate. Giving him an attitude in ways words would not express ― ignoring him in hallways, refusing his summons, never verbally.

(Name) had known disrespecting the king of curses ended in death, people had been killed for much less. But he infuriated her in ways she could not explain, whether it was his actions or words. She had thrown it in his face once that he’d behaved better when he was a mere child compared to now, and that he should go back to being the sweet kid he once was.

Though the man took it a diffrent way, and that’s how she was where she was now, waddling down the corridors five months pregnant. The baby was huge, absolutely huge. People had mistaken her the entire pregnancy for being further along than what she actually was. He’s just like his father, Sukuna would boast.

She was to be on bedrest per doctor's orders, but she refused to listen. She couldn’t stand laying in bed all day doing minimal effort tasks. She knew Sukuna would be mad at her. He may care for her in his own twisted ways but he had a weird way of showing it. That may be due to the way he was raised as a child.

(Name) was on a mission today. She’d seen a deer run past her room’s open doors, and she was determined to follow it. She’d hoped she could get it out of the palace before Sukuna or the staff saw it and order its death.

So here she was walking through one of the outside hallways towards the main garden where she’d seen the deer take off too. She didn’t have much to catch the deer besides a thin and long, silk scarf she’d grabbed, in hopes she could wrap it around its neck to act as a lead.

Waddling through the main garden, she looked around bushes and trees to find where it had hidden itself. Finally she’d found it, hidden between some tall bushes and the palace walls.

“I’d recommend ceasing whatever you’re scheming, and return to bed.” A deep voice ordered behind her, causing (Name) to jump and scaring off the deer.

“What the fuck was that?” Sukuna asks, surprised by the deer.

“A deer, my dear husband, and you just scared it off.” (Name) pouts. Her attitude had gotten worse with her husband since she’d gotten pregnant, and even worse on bedrest.

“And why were you chasing it?” Raising an eyebrow and crossing all four arms.

“I wanted to get it out of the palace.”

“And that’s why we have servants to do things. You could’ve even made the concubines do it. You are not supposed to be out of bed.” Sukuna commands, reaching out and swiftly picking up his wife.

“I can walk on my own, you brute. “ (Name) quips smacking him on the shoulder.

“Cease your whining.” He gruffly says, power dripping from his voice as he orders her, causing (Name) to shut up and cross her arms.

Sukuna carried his wife back to their bedroom, where she’d be confined for the rest of the day per his orders.

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Some Choso frames from my new comics-like art for my supporters :з

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Dreamy Pastel (Line Camera)

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Higuruma Hiromi (vs. Nanami Kento): Conflict of Interest - Days 6 & 7

Author's note: six sevennnnnnnn🫴🏻🫴🏻

Pairings: Defense Attorney!Higuruma Hiromi x Intern fem!Reader, Salaryman!Nanami Kento x Intern fem!Reader(?)

Contents: Short chapter, profanity, weekend, conversations sisters have, reader masturbates in the shower thinking about Higuruma because he's just so sexy. English is not my first language btw. Written in present tense.

Word count: 955

Weekends usually consisted of snacking on dried mangoes and bothering your sister, but now that you have a job, things look a little different. You're a big girl with big responsibilities; like revising these case files before Higuruma's hearing on Monday.

"How'd he react?" Koharu asks.

She's still on the events of yesterday since you refuse to elaborate. It's way too embarrassing for your own good and you want to forget it. "He didn't." You groan as you're flicking through through the documents.

"But like-" she lifts her gaze from her toes, which she's painting a velvety red for a date night, and squints. "What does that mean? Did he just stand there? Did he tell you off? What did he do?"

"Nothing!" You insist. "He literally did nothing! Didn't even say anything, that's why it's so embarrassing. And then the coffee incident happened too-" you groan. "God, I'm just a mess."

"Oh yeah." She rolls her eyes. "I'm telling you, if those bitches order you around like that again, I will fuck them up. Don't ever let them walk all over you like that."

"Yeah..." You sigh. "Got it."

She pauses briefly, then stretches her leg over the coffee table and a smirk grows on her face. "He's clearly not bothered by you, by the way." She laughs. "Had like three chances to fire you, but didn't."

"Because he's a good boss." You argue. "Not because he's not bothered. I can tell he finds me annoying."

Koharu rolls her eyes. "How? You don't even know him enough to assume that."

"Everyone finds me annoying." You say and earn a cushion to your head. "Hey!"

"I don't find you annoying." She tuts. "Okay, sometimes I do, but not in general."

A smile creeps up your face but you hide it from her. "No?"

"No." Her smile is shameless, much more comfortable in her older-sister ways. "I find things you do annoying, but I don't find you annoying."

You jut your chin at her. "Like what?"

"Like the fact that you stretched my favorite Lulu Lemon leggings out with your massive ass, that was pretty annoying."

You laugh. "I told you I'm gonna get you another one as soon as they restock!" Then point your pen at her. "Also, I'm taking that as a compliment."

"It is a compliment!" She laughs. "All of mom's ass genes went to you."

Pridefully, you bounce in your seat to show off your plump bottom. Though feel as though you must return the favor. "And you got all the boob genes!"

Koharu lets out a proud huff and cups her tits, lifts them slightly, like she's feeling if they're still big. "True."

They're a lot bigger than yours but you're not bothered.

Perhaps you understand what Koharu means when she says she doesn't find you annoying. You don't find her annoying either.

"Okay, let me work!" You say finally. "Need to finish this before Monday!"

"Alright, alright! I need to get ready for this date, anyways." And with that, she's gone into her room to freak out about which dress to wear, and she will inevitably bother you with it.

—

Sunday, you're scrambling to e-mail Shimizu the files and pray to god there are no mistakes or you'll hate yourself tomorrow.

Higuruma might scold you again.

Koharu is in her room, snoring away, her date night went well.

Your night was anticlimactic. Four cans of energy drinks and an entire pack of dried mangoes marinate in your stomach that you'll pay for on the toilet later. You stretch, clearing the table before hitting the shower.

Hot water feels volcanic on your skin and you're melting immediately.

The bruise from the EpiPen on the side of your thigh is healing but you don't want it to. Stop being a slut, you think. It's not a hickey, he will never leave a hickey on your skin. He was trying to save your life, you're being weird.

You trace the purplish blue contusion, barely touching like there's an infitiny between your finger and your skin. Though when you do press your thumb against it, you moan.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

He can not have this effect on you.

Alas, the image has already been painted in your mind. His long fingers are a fantasy, wrapped around your thighs with a strength you're not capable of guessing at the moment. You imagine it's gentle, definitely intentional.

He touches with precision, probably.

Your thumb digs into your skin and you wish it were his hands dipping between your legs. "Fuck..." A quiet whisper leaves your trembling little mouth. You're wet, both ways, and your eyes are shut tight. "Mister Higuruma, fuck."

It pours out of you. Desperate, pathetic, embarrassing. You don't listen to yourself as you push two fingers inside, pussy throbbing at the very thought of him. "Oh my god!" Water cascades down your face, you throw your head back and groan for release. "Fuck, mmmmmmh! Higu- Higuruma!"

You pump in and out, picking up the pace, your other fingers roll a nipple between them, sending a shockwave through your entire body. You add another finger, fuck yourself deeper. "Oh my g-god!"

The steam suffocates you, water on the hottest setting, scorching on your skin as if melting it off, but you don't care. You feel ecstatic, and before you know it, you're crying out one last moan.

There it is.

You're cumming all over your fingers and the credit's all his. Those hands, fingers, you haven't even gotten to his nose yet and you're already spasming against the tile walls. "Holy shit."

Yeah, holy shit.

It hits you like a ton of bricks, then. Higuruma Hiromi will be a problem.

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Masterlist

Waiting for your love (AU! Edo Choso x Fem! reader)

Chapters:

Chapter 1: «Birthmarks»

Chapter 2: «We Are the Same».

Chapter 3: «My Savior»

Chapter 4: «The Bleeding Wound of a Broken Heart»

Chapter 5: «Her diary: Y/N and Nanami Kento»

Chapter 6: «Breaking News: Citizen Kidnapped, Danger in the Country!»

Chapter 7:«The Rock of Sisyphus»

Chapter 8: «Born from Pain and Buried in Rejection»

Chapter 9: «The Fear That Comes When Goodbye Arrives»

Chapter 10: «The Fear That Comes When Goodbye Arrives. Part 2»

Chapter 11: «To Suffer and Be Reborn Through Love»

Next chapter soon.

Forever in Malaysia (No magic AU! Nanami Kento x Fem! Reader)

Chapters:

Chapter 1: «The Day It All Began»

Chapter 2: «Tell Me Where You Are»

Chapter 3: «As Beautiful as the Beginning»

Chapter 4: «A Lover's Desperation»

Chapter 5: «We Were Never a Mistake»

Chapter 6: «Picking Up Where We Left Off»

Chapter 7: «Reset»

Chapter 8: «I Only Want You»

Chapter 9: «Behind the Oasis»

Chapter 10: «Forever in Malaysia»

Epilogue tomorrow.

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Forever in Malaysia (No magic AU! Nanami Kento x Fem! Reader)

Epilogue: «Eternal Love»

Standing before a marble headstone engraved with the name Nanami Kento, Y/N laid down fresh flowers and cleaned the grave. She lit a stick of incense and removed the withered bouquet. Footsteps echoed behind her—a steady rhythm of heels that soon came to a stop.

"Y/N."

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Somewhere only we know (No magic AU!Young! Nanami Kento x Fem! Reader x Young!Hiromi Higuruma)

Chapter 8: «Sweet Delusion»

Boom... boom...

Hiromi sat shirtless on the edge of his bed, playing the cello. He closed his eyes, improvising a melody as he went.

Bruuum... bruuum...

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Jealousy Only Makes Me Wetter

ּ֯ . ❥ ּ֯ ┆꒰ A One Shot .ᐟ ꒱

➺ Pairings: Bf!Gojo x alt!reader x Piercer!Choso

➺ Rating: Explicit (MDNI) 18+

➺ Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo loves all your tattoos and piercings. He always has. However, there is one piercing you don’t have yet that he thinks would look stupid good on you: nipple piercings. When he offers to pay for them, well, who are you to say no to a free piercing? How was he to know that it meant having another guy ogling your pretty tits? He can’t stand the way piercer!choso stares at his girl, but you? Oh, you eat his jealousy up.

➺ Content Warnings: f!reader, no curses au, reader is mentioned to have tattoos and piercings, pwp, explicit sexual content, porn with a little plot, piv, titty sucking, exhibitionism, Choso begging, Gojo (kinda) soft domming reader and Choso, oral (m) receiving, cum swallowing, cream pies, jealousy, possessive Gojo, reader is lowkey a lil toxic

➺ WC: 11.9k

art credits to @/jabesa0 and @/3-aem

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To The Beach: A day off with Hiromi Higuruma

"All done." You wiped the excess sunscreen off your hands and looked over Hiromi's back, ensuring that you'd left no white streaks behind. "Ready to go?"

"Just a moment," He replied, stepping aside, presumably to fetch the keys. You rocked back and forth on your feet, already feeling giddy. After all, you had finally succeeded in getting your boyfriend to take a day off. Not only that, but actually planned a beach trip for the day. So for once, as a reward for all his hard work, he would actually spend the day on golden sands and in blue waves, rather than on the couch.

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Going to Taco Bell with law student Higuruma

Higuruma- a college student whose main focus is his academics.

You’ve been best friends since childhood, and you’ve noticed some tension when alone with Higuruma. You’re both too scared to make it into a reality. You seriously like him, and you have for years. He is in love with you. He is just horrible at showing it.

“Im sooo hungryyyy!” You groan in your bed. It’s 12:03 am, and yet you’re scrolling through TikTok you come across a video on your fyp of a woman scarfing down Taco Bell. Saliva pours down your lips in hunger. You run to your texts with Higuruma.

You scramble to type out, “need Taco Bell, take me?” Right after you send it, you imagine he’s studying and won’t read it till morning. You glance back to your phone screen and see the words “read” under the text you sent. He’s up? You think to yourself. You swipe back to TikTok and keep scrolling. *ding*, a text rolls in, from Higuruma. “Can’t, studying. And you should be too.” “Ugghhh” you moan. He’s always studying. You’re honesty his only friend thinking about it now. Since he’s always studying he never gets out. After thinking about that, you reply back. “your no fun

:( please rumi!” You teased him a bit knowing he hates that name. A immediate message pops on your screen. “*You’re, why you should study more you don’t even know basic english. Haha.” “Did you seriously just laugh over a text.” You say cringing.

“You should work on your instagrammer loser. So bring US to Taco Bell. WE are hungry.” You text back. You can sense Higurumas annoyed sigh over the phone. “Fine, I’ll get you. You’re paying.” “YESSSS” you get up and do a cheer. Mid cheer, you realized you’re only in a thong, and his shirt. He left it there the last time he came over so..finders keepers!

You throw on a hoodie and some booty shorts, hoping to get him to take a little peak. You know he won’t budge but you just had some hope in your heart today, for some reason. You are mid spray in your perfume when you feel a vibration from your hip. It was a message, from Higuruma. “Hurry up. It’s late.”

You let out a scoff, he can be so pushy sometimes. Not like you don’t like it. You rush down the stairs, and open the door to see his car waiting for you outside your house. Higuruma in his car is waiting for you nonchalantly scrolling on his phone, as if he wasn’t excited to see you. You open the door and greet him eagerly. “Rummiiiii!!! You excited for Taco Bell?!” You roar. Rumi. Higuruma tells you that he hates that name you gave him. But every time you say it, you always find his ears flushed pink. He takes a short breath before answering you back. “I mean I could be studying for the exam, but I was a bit hungry so I found time.” He says. “So you’re excited to eat?” You snap back. “Yeah, sure.” You get this bitter taste on your tounge, like he didn’t even want to go.

He starts to start the car when you blurt out, “I can go back home. If you didn’t want to go you could’ve just said no.” You say, yet you regret it. What if he does say, yeah go back. How awkward would that be to see him the next day. There’s a short wave of silence lingering. He takes a breath through his nose and pushes out the words. “No we’re going. I’m not just going for the food. I .. like your company.” He says the last part softly while turning up music trying to cover up his embarrassment. But you heard it. Higuruma likes spending time with you. You were going crazy. On the inside of course. Yet you’re outside, your face went full flushed and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling.

There’s an awkward silence between you two in the car. Some music is playing in the background while you two drive in each other’s awkwardness. You don’t want to get to Taco Bell and be all weird, so you start a conversation, to try to change the mood. “Sooo, what you thinking on ordering?” You spit out.

“I don’t know, I don’t really go to Taco Bell.” He answers. Okay cut dry answer, you think to yourself. The car ride continues to be this quiet and awkward atmosphere. About 8 minutes before getting to Taco Bell, he asks. “What are you planning on ordering?” “Little late.” You reply. He laughs. Not a little fake laugh to make you feel better. But a real laugh. It reels you back in. You continue the conversation until you hit the Taco Bell parking lot.

You grab the handle bar, then hear a subtle, “Wait.” You release your hand from the door and watch Higuruma walk across the car to…open your door? As he opens it, it opens in slow motion. You slowly start to see the embarrassment on Higurumas face. You just sit with your mouth open for a bit not knowing how to act or what to say. “Gentleman.” You say sarcastically.