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Somehow, Gojo has become your sugar baby after you meet him at a Host Club. Every time you try to limit his spending, he takes you to the bedroom and rails you until your brain turns to soup.
Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Gojo as your Sugar Baby. Manhandling. Rough Sex. Dumbification. Fingering. Oral Sex. Manipulation.
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You met him at the Host Club. You’d just received your first paycheck and your friend assured you that “you’re supposed to spend the first one on something fun”.
So the two of you went. It was your first visit to a Host Club, and you were not sure what to expect. You figured the men would be reasonably good looking and the drinks would be expensive, but nothing could prepare you for the reality.
The man who walked over to your table to be your Host for the evening was beautiful. The kind of beautiful that would make people, regardless of their sexual orientation, stop and stare. The kind of beautiful that would keep his face in your memory for years to come.
Soft white hair styled to look effortless. Smooth skin. A tall, well built frame. A smile that could charm the pitchfork away from the devil. And the bluest fucking eyes you’ve ever seen in your life.
He slid gracefully into the seat beside you, so close his thigh was touching yours and his expensive cologne was overwhelming.
“Hi girls,” he said in a cheerful voice, “how are you doing this evening?”
You and your friend awkwardly answered, both of you suddenly feeling shy in his presence. He must have been used to that sort of reaction, because he was able to smoothly keep the conversation going, joking to lighten the mood and get you both to relax.
He introduced himself as “Satoru”, no family name given, and he acted as if the three of you were long time friends. Within half an hour, you were comfortable enough to talk with him easily. You probably would have told him your darkest secrets if he’d asked.
The drinks flowed freely, making you more and more bold. Bold enough to ask if he had a girlfriend. He’d laughed and said, “What do you mean? You two are my girlfriends!”
You and your friend laughed and ordered more drinks. He was clearly enjoying his job, perhaps a little too much. At one point when he reached to get a glass from the table, his arm brushed across your chest. At another point, he jokingly asked what your kinks were. When you denied having any, he only grinned and said, “We’ll see.”
What did that mean?
At the time, you thought you must have been imagining that he was paying you far more attention than your friend. She was prettier than you, in your opinion, and even she was no match for his absurdly good looks. But you chalked it up to this being his job. He’d no doubt flirt with any woman who walked in.
At the end of the night, you grieved over the huge bill, as well as the fact that you’d never see Satoru again. This was a one time celebration of getting your first paycheck. You’d never be back here.
Not that it mattered. A guy like Satoru flirting with you feels nice, but when it’s his job, it’s no better than an AI chatbot telling you it loves you. It’s fake and ultimately meaningless.
Three weeks later, you were sitting at your favorite table in the cafe you always stop at after work, sipping a latte. It was a quiet weekday afternoon, not crowded at all, the smell of coffee wafting through the air. The only sound was the hum of the air conditioning and the occasional jingle of the bells tied to the door that led to the street outside.
You heard the door open, but didn’t look up. People came and went even on slow days, so you didn’t bother looking away from your phone. Only when you heard footsteps and felt the presence of someone standing beside your table did you turn your face to see who the newcomer was.
To your shock, it was Satoru, smiling down at you, piercing blue eyes looking over his lowered sunglasses.
“Hey there,” he said casually. “You came to the club a while back, right?”
After picking your jaw up off the floor, you quickly looked around to see who might be hearing this conversation. It was a little embarrassing for everyone to know you went to a Host Club. Thankfully, the cafe was empty of other customers.
“Uh, yeah, I came in once with my friend,” you told him, still processing the fact that he remembered you. He must’ve entertained tons of women.
“I thought so! Mind if I sit with you?”
You were almost struck speechless again. There were plenty of empty tables. Why sit with you? It’s not like the two of you knew each other that well. Still, you couldn’t bear the thought of refusing such a gorgeous guy.
“Sure,” you said, gesturing to the empty seat across the table from you.
He took it, grinning as he opened the menu and looked it over. “I’ve always wanted to try this place. It’s a pretty funny coincidence that you were here when I decided to come in.”
“Yeah,” you said, taking a drink of your latte to cover your nervousness.
He looked up at you. “Hey, don’t be all shy again. It took me thirty minutes to get you to loosen up last time.”
You were taken aback by that statement. He remembered not only your face, but details of your visit? Feeling a little flustered, you gave a nervous laugh. “Sorry, I just didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”
He pointed at you playfully with a straw. “That’s because you never came back to the club. At least while I was still there.”
“Still there?” you ask. “Did you leave?”
He nodded. “I quit last week. To be honest I only worked there for a couple of months. I just wanted to try it out.”
“You seemed good at it,” you said.
He grinned. “Does that mean you think I’m charming?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. You got me to buy a lot of drinks,” you quickly added with a laugh.
He laughed too, then said, “Speaking of drinks, what’s good here?”
You shrugged. “I always just get the caramel latte. It’s a little sweet but it tastes good.”
“Mind if I try it?”
You blinked. He wanted to try your drink? As in, from your cup? Feeling more nervous than ever, you slowly nodded.
“Thanks,” he said, reaching across to pull your cup over to his side. Then he proceeded to wrap his lips around your straw, where your lips had just been, and take the most sensual drink you’ve ever seen. You had no idea drinking from a straw could be so sexy.
When he finished, he passed the cup back to you and said, “Hey, why don’t we go out some time?”
And that’s how you began dating Satoru, the gorgeous ex Host.
He was a good boyfriend, most of the time. He was funny and sweet, protective and supportive. And almost every day he absolutely rearranged your insides.
It shouldn’t have surprised you that an impossibly hot, tall guy would have a massive cock that he knew exactly what to do with. But somehow he left you gasping every time, clutching the sheets in your balled fists and whimpering incoherently as he railed you into oblivion.
But there were downsides to dating Satoru, the primary one being his lack of a job after quitting the Host Club. He was perpetually broke, but had expensive tastes. This meant that you had to cover most of your dates. And if you ever complained?
“Well I guess I could go back to work at the club,” he’d say. All innocently. As if he didn’t know the idea of him flirting with women all day drove you mad.
If you had the nerve to try to cut back a little on his (your) spending, he’d simply pull you into the bedroom, fuck you until your brain was made of jelly, and suddenly you didn’t care about the money.
One afternoon Satoru decided he wanted to go to a concert being held in the city. Some band you vaguely remember him saying he liked.
You looked at the clock. “It starts in two hours? There’s no way we could get tickets.”
“Sure we can,” he said confidently. “There’s always scalpers selling them.”
“Scalpers? Aren’t they super expensive?”
He walked over and threw an arm around you. “Come on, babe. It’s my favorite band! You’ll have a great time, I promise.”
“That’s not really the issue…” you started, but his hand slid down between your legs, cutting off your argument before it began.
“You can wear that short leather skirt I like,” he said as his fingers pushed your panties aside. “In the dark arena, I can play with this pretty pussy while we listen to the music.”
You gasped as his fingers toyed with your clit. Your knees grew weak. “Satoru… now really isn’t the time…”
His lips were at your ear. “Hmm? What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound you getting so wet.”
“I’m not! I just… you just…”
“It just feels so good, right?” he asked, his fingers now inside you, probing while his thumb circled your clit. “It’s okay, baby. Just relax.”
You couldn’t form any other protests as the pleasure radiated down your legs. He was right. It just felt too good. Even when he picked you up and carried you to the bed, you didn’t resist or argue anymore.
In the bedroom, he pulled your clothes off quickly, leaving his on. Within minutes he had your face pressed into the mattress, your ass in the air, as he fucked you roughly.
It was hard to think when he was drilling you with his cock, stirring your guts up. All of a sudden it didn’t matter how much the concert tickets would cost.
When he was finished, he buttoned his pants and kissed your cheek. “Hurry and get ready or we’ll be late,” he said.
After dragging yourself out of bed and stumbling to the bathroom to clean up, you dressed in a daze, wearing the skirt he liked with a cute top.
Outside the concert venue, the two of you walked hand in hand. People stared, probably wondering how the hell you snagged a guy like him. But Satoru never seemed to mind. He’d put his arm around your shoulders, pepper you with kisses, and seemingly show off how happy he was with you.
Lots of people were milling about, either lined up to get in or standing in little clusters talking. It was a good half hour before sundown, on a warm and balmy evening.
You scanned the crowd for anyone who looked like a scalper, but wasn’t having much luck. You hoped that standing there looking around wildly would identify you as an idiot who forgot to buy tickets and lure a scalper to you.
Luckily, a young couple approached you. The man was holding two tickets in his hand. “Do you two need tickets?” he asked.
Bracing yourself for whatever his price would be, you nodded.
The man smiled. “Here, take ours. We left our kid with a babysitter and she just called to say he fell off his bike and hurt his ankle. We have to take him to the hospital.”
“Oh, I hope he’s okay,” you said as the man pushed the tickets into your hand. “I can pay you for these.”
“Thanks,” the mother replied. “But we just didn’t want the tickets to go to waste. We’re not looking to sell them. Have a good time!”
With that, the couple hurried off. You turned to Satoru, who was grinning as he said, “We lucked out, huh?”
“Yeah, we sure did.”
Now that you thought about it, things like this happened pretty often. It was like Satoru was so charming, the world simply bent to accommodate him. Of course, no one bent over for him more than you did.
Three days later, Satoru told you out of the blue that he wanted to go out to eat dinner, and he picked the most expensive restaurant in town.
“Don’t we need a reservation for a place like that?” you asked, hoping you’d found a reason he couldn’t argue with.
He was grinning, of course, which was your first sign that the evening was going to go exactly as he wanted. “I just called them,” he said. “They had a cancellation tonight so I snagged it!”
Oh. So he did that without talking to you about it first. You looked up at him from your seat on the couch. “Are you paying?”
He swooped down and sat beside you. “Baby, you know I don’t have a job right now. How could I afford a place like that?”
Filled with sudden irritation, you narrowed your eyes. “You think I can afford it? On my boring office job salary?”
He drew back as if you’d slapped him. “You think I’m just a bum, huh?” he said dramatically. “The only job I was ever any good at was being a Host. I guess I could just go back there.”
With a performative sigh he stood up. You put your hand on his arm to stop him. “Wait. I don’t think you’re a bum,” you told him, angry at yourself for giving in so easily. “I just think we should be more careful with our spending. That’s all.”
You hated that he had this power over you, and you hated that you were so terrified of losing him. You often wondered what would happen if you called his bluff, if you stopped paying for stuff and told him to just go back to the club. But the fear of it actually happening scared you into compliance.
He sat back down beside you. “Okay, we’ll be careful starting tomorrow. I promise. But tonight, I already got that reservation, so let’s just go, okay?”
“Satoru-“
He leaned over and kissed you, silencing any point you were going to make. His lips engulfed yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth. His hands maneuvered you onto your back on the couch and then began pulling up your shirt before sliding under your bra.
Your hands weakly pushed back against him, even though your body was already getting riled up. “W-wait…”
He paused and pulled back, one hand still on your breast. “What is it?”
You wanted to scream, “You always do this! You’re always distracting me!” But you couldn’t form the words. He was unzipping his jacket, revealing the tight, form fitting T-shirt beneath. With his free hand he pulled the shirt up to show off his toned abs and thin white happy trail.
You dropped your hands back down. Any desire to resist completely left your mind the moment he lifted that shirt. An unbelievably hot guy wanted to touch you. How could you possibly turn him down?
He leaned down, his soft hair falling over one beautiful blue eye. “Everything alright, baby?”
“Yeah,” you answered, your brain already turning to soup.
“Then relax and be a good girl for me,”he said, before sliding your pants down your hips and off your legs. By the time he peeled your panties off, you were already pawing at his shirt, desperately wanting it gone.
He laughed as he pulled the T-shirt over his head, knowing exactly how weak he made you. Then he scooted to the end of the couch, shoved your legs apart, and buried his face in your pussy.
Satoru had never been a gentle lover. There was always a rough, but urgent and passionate, edge to everything he did. Even the way he ate you out had a primal feel to it. But that’s what made your legs tremble, what made you cry out and arch your back. His lips suctioned you clit, his teeth grazed it, and his tongue damn near hollowed you out.
You came within seconds, jerking on the couch as you gripped the cushions. When he looked up at you, his face glistened from nose to chin. He licked his lips and wiped his face with the back of his hand before suddenly pushing your knees up to your chest, spreading you widely open, and shoving his entire cock inside you.
For several seconds, he didn’t move, just sat so deep in your pussy you thought you could see the actual shape of his monster sized dick on the outside of your stomach. You couldn’t even breathe for a moment, before he pulled almost all the way out and plunged back in.
You felt your mind going hazy. What had the two of you been talking about? Something about eating… Ah well. It didn’t matter now. All that mattered in the whole world was the cock wrecking your pussy.
Your weak and shaky arms wrapped around his neck as your eyes glazed over. “S… Satoruuu…” you whimpered, “soooo deep!”
He grinned. “That’s right, baby. I’m real deep. You’re so cute like this! Going all dumb for me!”
Vaguely, in the back of your mind, you had the thought that you wouldn’t be able to walk straight for days after this. But it didn’t stop you from crying into his shoulder and trying to pull him closer. Tomorrow’s you could deal with the consequences. Today’s you wanted to get absolutely ruined.
He had you folded in half, your feet sticking up in the air. An obscene squelching sound was all you could hear as he straightened up, causing your arms to slip off his neck and fall uselessly by your sides. From this position, he could look down at you and watch as you came unraveled, could smile smugly as your eyes turned glassy and wet, your mouth slipping open to whine out his name.
God, he looked so good above you. Hair messy, sweat sliding down his torso, eyes practically glowing with feral lust, big strong hands gripping your legs, holding them up and apart so he could watch his cock disappear into your drenched pussy with each thrust.
You were so close you could taste it. Satoru could tell, his eyes lighting up with anticipation. He seemed to love watching you cum, the satisfaction clear on his face. He was proud of his ability to fuck you so thoroughly. Was it just his own narcissism? The strokes to his ego? Probably. You couldn’t imagine that he simply enjoyed making you feel good.
Finally you climaxed, clenching him tightly and grabbing his shoulders with trembling, clinging hands. He fucked you through it, reaching down to rub your head affectionately. “There you go… there’s my little fucked out cutie!”
You barely registered his words. Instead you were zoning out, babbling and whimpering. He continued pounding into you for several more minutes, showing off his stamina, before he plunged all the way in and released. You felt his hot cum shooting out inside you, and that’s the last thing you remembered.
When you woke up, Satoru was stepping into the room freshly showered. You realized you were lying in your bed with a blanket over you. He must have carried you there from the couch.
He bent down and kissed your cheek. “Sleeping beauty finally waking up?” he asked.
You sat up in bed and rubbed your eyes. “What time is it?”
He smiled. “Time to get ready. We have an hour before the reservation.”
Oh yeah. You’d almost forgotten about that. Deciding to just go along with him again instead of arguing, you climbed out of bed and headed for the shower. You were sore and bruised, but you felt strangely content.
Later, when you arrived at the restaurant, Satoru checked in. He kept his arm around you as the two of you followed an employee to your designated table.
It was fancy, of course. Classy. Lit candles. White tablecloths. Soft lighting and subtle music. You opened the menu and winced at the prices. They were ridiculously exorbitant.
Satoru paid them no mind. He decided on something high end and then had the nerve to say, “You should go all out and get something good!”
“Actually I thought I’d just get a dessert,” you said, noticing that they were much cheaper than entrees.
Satoru looked genuinely hurt. “Babe, come on. I won’t be able to enjoy my meal if you’re sitting there with a brownie. Live a little!”
With a dejected sigh you went along with him, like always. You ordered a meal that looked good, ignoring the price. Satoru agreed to sharing a dessert with you later.
Dinner was fabulous, with delicious food and a rich atmosphere that made you feel like royalty. For a little while, you even forgot about the damage it would all do to your bank account.
However, reality came crashing back down when it came time to pay. As the waiter laid the check on the table, you pulled a credit card from your clutch bag.
“Oh, that won’t be necessary, miss.”
You looked up. “Excuse me?”
The waiter smiled pleasantly. “The people who sat at this table before you ‘paid it forward’. Your bill has been covered.”
Your eyes practically bulged out of your head. “Is this a joke?”
The waiter shook his head. “Not at all, miss. This happens surprisingly often.”
Somewhat dumbfounded, you still hold out the credit card. “The tip-“
“Is also taken care of,” the waiter said. “Quite generously, I might add.”
After he walked away, you looked across the table at Satoru, who looked like he’d just won a bet. You couldn’t fight the smile spreading over your own face. “What are you, a lucky charm?” you ask him.
“Maybe,” he says, grinning. “Or maybe you’re the lucky charm.”
“I doubt it. Stuff like this never happened until I met you.”
After returning to your apartment, Satoru went to bed early while you sat on the couch, laptop open, going over some files you wanted to finish for work. You heard a chime that you recognized as being from Satoru’s phone. You felt around in the couch cushions until you found it.
There, on the lit up Lock Screen, you saw a notification from the restaurant you visited earlier. The message said, “Thank you again for your patronage. We look forward to serving you again in the future!”
It seemed like a strange message. The two of you ate for free, so why would they be thanking Satoru?
Early in your relationship, Satoru told you he didn’t mind if you looked at his phone. He probably only said it because he figured you never would. Snooping just wasn’t your thing. And indeed you’d never even considered looking through it. But now? This message was just too strange.
And hey, you did technically have permission.
You tried to open the phone but it needed his passcode. You tried his birthday, but no luck. On a whim, you tried your own birthday. The phone opened.
Huh.
Quickly opening the message from the restaurant, you found a whole conversation between Satoru and whoever this man at the restaurant was. In it, you read that Satoru contacted them ahead of time and arranged to pay for everything.
Oh.
You scroll down a bit and find a string of messages between Satoru and the “couple” who gave you the concert tickets. They were actually two single acquaintances of his that he hired to pretend to give up their tickets.
There were several more conversations with people you thought had given you things for free, but Satoru actually paid for them.
What the hell? Why was he doing this? Nothing made any sense.
But then you clicked on the message string between him and his best friend Suguru. You scrolled back quickly to find any mention of you. It didn’t take long.
“Still pretending to be broke?” Suguru had asked.
Satoru responded with laughing emojis. “Yep!”
“You’re gonna get dumped.”
“Nah. She’s crazy about me.”
“Not after she finds out the truth.”
“That I’ve been paying for almost everything? Why would she be mad about that?”
“Because you’re lying?”
“I can’t help it,” Satoru texted back. “She’s just so cute when she gets all flustered and upset. Besides, it’s fun to see just how much I can get her to agree to spend on me. The thrill is in the challenge!”
“You’re the worst.”
“Hey, as soon as I’m done playing this game I’ll come clean. Then I’ll spoil her rotten to make up for it! And anyway I make sure my baby is fully satisfied. Trust me.”
You very nearly threw the phone across the room from sheer embarrassment. But you were also angry. How dare he! He’d been lying to you all along! And all for some sick mind game!
But after taking a few deep breaths and calming down, you reread some of the messages and thought harder about the situation. Sure, Satoru was lying, but there didn’t seem to be any malice behind the lies. And he actually was paying for all kinds of things for you.
The longer you thought about it, the less angry you were. You picked up his phone and deleted the most recent message from the restaurant, so he wouldn’t notice a message that had already been opened. You decided this would be your little secret. You could still pretend to complain about his spending before eventually giving in.
After all, you got the best fucking of your life when Satoru was trying to convince you to pay for something. Why ruin a good thing?
You dropped his phone back between the couch cushions and smiled to yourself. He had his secrets, now you had yours.
Rules: Make a poll with seven of your all time favorite characters from seven different fandoms, and then tag seven people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite.
I was tagged by @lottiefavs!
Fave?
Shigaraki (My Hero Academia)
Sukuna (Jujutsu Kaisen)
Umemiya (Wind Breaker)
Ace (One Piece)
Jubilee (X-Men)
Lightning (Final Fantasy XIII)
Minako/Sailor Venus (Sailor Moon)
Voting ended onJun 2
Tagging @kentocalls @shiggysimp69 @scary-grace @deadhands69 @missrosegold and whoever else wants to do it.
Hello! I saw that your requests are closed and you’re only doing commissions right now. I also saw in your commissions post you would write for Bungo Stay dogs. Do you plan on writing and BSD content or only as a commission? Also I’ve been reading your work all day, you’re an amazing writer!
Aw, thank you so much! 🩷 To answer your question, I’m not really planning to write any BSD content but it’s definitely not off the table. It depends on if inspiration strikes (like it did for the only Kaiju no 8 fic I wrote). If I did write for BSD, it would probably be for Dazai, Chuya, or Kunikida (or some combination lol). They’re the most desirable to me. 😊 I love Akutagawa and Atsushi but they feel very “son coded” to me lol.
The Doll House - A Higuruma x Reader Fanfic Part 4 (Final)
After you drunkenly sell yourself as sex doll, you call your old friend (and crush) from law school for help. But you didn’t realize the strait laced, mild mannered Higuruma is now a trainer at the Doll House!
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Read Geto’s Part Here!
Read Toji’s Part Here!
Read Nanami’s Part Here!
Read Sukuna’s Part Here!
Read Gojo’s Part Here!
Read Choso’s Part Here!
Smut. 18+. AU. Fem Reader. Edging. Teasing. Orgasm Control. Begging. Oral sex. Use of toys/vibrators. Overstimulation.
Dividers by @benkeibear!
You hug Hiromi in celebration upon hearing the good news, a wave of relief washing over you. Both of you stand up and hastily dress. Discussing your case while naked and still entangled with each other might prove… distracting.
“This should be a slam dunk case,” Hiromi is saying as he pulls on a fresh shirt. “We can establish a history of predatory behavior from the shop owner, on top of him literally leading you out of the bar.”
You’ve thrown on some underwear but you can’t find the T-shirt you wanted to wear. Hiromi tosses you one of his shirts and you gladly pull it on. It smells like his cologne.
He pauses and stares at you, an unreadable expression on his face.
“What is it?” you ask.
He smiles, an almost imperceptible blush on his cheeks. “Sorry, this was always one of my fantasies.”
You look down at the fabric clinging to your body. “Me wearing your shirt?”
“Yeah,” he says, stepping closer and putting his arms around you. “Did you have any about me?”
“Uh, yeah, but it’s pretty embarrassing,” you say with a laugh.
He kisses you lightly on the lips. “Tell me. I’ll make it come true.”
“It’s perverted.”
“I certainly hope so,” he says.
Your eyes shift down to his abdomen, now concealed by his shirt. “I always wanted… to lick your happy trail.”
For a split second, he looks confused. “My- Oh.” His face reddens slightly. “God I wish you’d told me that back in law school.”
“Oh really?” you ask, now grinning. “What would you have done if I had?”
His fingers are locked together behind you, at the small of your back. “Well after I woke up from fainting, I would’ve brought you back to my dorm and let you have your way with me.”
You can’t help giggling at that. “You were pretty shy back then. How the hell did you end up training Dolls?”
“I just stumbled into it. I guess it was fun while it lasted, but I’m happy to leave it behind,” he tells you.
You pull back. “Wait, I thought you were keeping me.”
“That was only if the appeal didn’t work out. Looks like it’s going to.”
You frown. “I’m a little disappointed. The idea of being your personal Doll is kinda hot.”
“I was planning to terminate your contract as soon as it transferred to me anyway,” he says. “I don’t want you to feel bound to me in that way.”
You lean close and kiss him. “What if I want to belong to you?”
Ah, there it is again, that intensity in his eyes as he says, “There are other ways we can arrange that.”
Just as Higuruma thought, the appeal went through easily. The owner of the sketchy Doll shop lost his license to train and sell Dolls, plus had to pay a hefty fine. Apparently some former cases are being looked into again, and he might face jail time.
Higuruma hopes he rots. Just looking at the man in the courtroom made Higuruma want to strangle him.
But alls well that ends well, as the saying goes. Higuruma quit his job as a trainer and returned to being only a lawyer, which is where his true passion lies.
Sitting across from his newly free lover at a cafe near his office, he asks her something important.
“Why not come work for my firm? We could be partners.”
She’s stirring her drink with a straw. “Are you sure you want that? I’ve been blacklisted.”
He leans slightly across the table. “Do you still want to work as a lawyer?”
“I do! But-“
“Then it’s settled. I don’t care about the rumors. I know they’re not true anyway, and I can help you get that sorted out.”
She sighs. “I don’t know why you have such faith in me.”
He reaches across the table and takes her hand in his. “Maybe you don’t realize it yourself, but you’re resilient. Whenever you failed an exam, you’d study hard and then retake it. Sometimes your second scores were better than mine. You always bounced back from failure. That’s what I admired about you.”
She smiles then, and it lights up the whole cafe. “So you think I can bounce back from all of this?”
“I know you can. We’ll work on it together,” he tells her.
He’s actually looking forward to working with her, to having her by his side at the law office and bringing some fresh ideas to the cases.
But right now, there’s something else he’s looking forward to even more.
He stands up from the table. “Ready to go back to my place?”
“Sure,” she says, scooting her chair back. She’s been staying with him until her case was finalized, but he’s hoping she’ll move in full time. A discussion for another day.
The two of them have avoided having sex or getting too intimate, only exchanging hugs and kisses. They decided to save the more fun activities for when her appeal case was finished, to be a reward for themselves.
The case was finalized today.
You’ve been very patient. You agreed with Hiromi that waiting was a good idea. With your case finished, there are no more distractions. You can focus completely on enjoying yourself.
The buildup, the anticipation, has made you even more horny. So much that you can’t seem to get your clothes off fast enough. As a special surprise, you wore stockings and a garter belt today, all of it hidden under your professional looking skirt suit. No panties, because you want to see the look on Hiromi’s face when slide your skirt down your legs.
He freezes, his hands going still on the buttons of his shirt, his eyes taking in the lewd sight of you. His gaze is hot enough to burn you.
“You like it?” you ask, turning around to show off your ass.
Before you can blink, he’s upon you, wrapping his arms round your torso and kissing your bare shoulder. “I love it,” he says against your skin. Then he pulls back. “You know, we never did finish your training.”
“I already can’t cum unless you tell me to. What else is there?” you ask.
“There was going to be a test at the end,” he answers. “Just to make sure everything sank in.”
You lean into him. “So give me the test tonight.”
He grins as he leads you to the bed. “I will. But first, I believe I promised something.”
You watch as Hiromi slips off his shirt and opens his pants, allowing you to see the full length of his happy trail. You step over and sink to your knees in front of him, your hands rubbing over his taut abdomen.
He stares intently as you lean forward and run your tongue from the base of his cock up to his navel. The soft black hairs feel marvelous under your tongue, just as you expected.
You give several more licks, eliciting low groans from his mouth, before you slide his pants further down his hips and take his entire cock into your mouth.
“Ah… fuck…” he mutters, his hand moving swiftly to your hair.
It’s wild to think this is the first blowjob you’ve given him, considering how many times he’s eaten you out already. He’s truly a generous lover, but tonight you want to give back.
And you want him to cum in your mouth, another fantasy you had back in law school.
It won’t take long, judging by how his cock is pulsing and twitching. His fingers are gently scraping your scalp, his tight stomach quivering with his shaky breaths.
Your lips wrap tight around his base, pulling back and then forward again, fucking him with your throat while your tongue swirls around him and teases his tip.
Finally, he spills his load into your mouth, ropes of his cum shooting across your tongue and sliding down your throat. You look up at him as you swallow it, enjoying the sight of his reddened, apologetic face. He probably intended to pull out.
When you stand up, he’s looking you up and down and he tries to even out his breathing.
“You okay?” you ask him.
He laughs. “Just trying to put my soul back in my body.”
“We’ll hurry up. I’m ready to finish my training,” you say with a grin before sauntering over to the bed and sitting down.
“Lie back,” he says, suddenly energized again, “and I’ll give you your test.”
You almost shiver with anticipation, excited for whatever he has planned. You scoot back on the bed and lay on your back while he retrieves something from a nearby drawer.
When he turns back to face you, he’s holding something up. There’s a small device attached to his fingertip, and it’s vibrating wildly.
You’re getting soaked just thinking about it. His fingers can already take you to heaven. With added stimulation, you’re going to come completely undone.
At least you hope so.
Hiromi crawls on beside you, and your test begins.
He touches you first without turning on the vibrator, just rubbing you the way he usually does. Not knowing exactly when he’s going to turn it on is a sweet torture unto itself. His body is pressed up against yours, and you can feel his heartbeat.
Finally, you hear the soft whirring sound, and then there’s a shockingly powerful vibration directly on your clit. Your body jerks reflexively, the sensation so strong and sudden that without your training, you would have cum on the spot.
But you can’t. Not until Hiromi says so. The pleasure is intense, making you tremble and whine out his name, begging for release. He’s relentless as he presses the vibrator against your most sensitive spot, overstimulating you while refusing to let you cum yet.
You squirm and writhe, trying to scoot away yet also pushing against his fingertip by reflex, your body instinctively craving more pleasure.
“Please… Hiromi!” you whimper. You’re reaching the limit of what you can withstand. You open your mouth to beg again, but he smothers your lips with his own, swallowing your cries.
The kiss is long and deep, his tongue fully exploring your mouth, but it’s not enough to distract you for long from the inferno of pleasure raging between your thighs.
Finally he pulls back, his face still close to yours, and says, “Do it.”
The words are like a magic spell. The dam breaks. The water overflows. And you have the most intense orgasm of your life.
Afterwards, you feel like you might pass out. Your chest is heaving with your rapid breaths and your body is quivering. Hiromi soothingly strokes your face before kissing you again. “You passed,” he says.
“So I completed the training?” you ask, struggling to keep your eyes open.
“You did. You’re officially a fully trained Doll,” he tells you.
You exhale a deep breath. “Good to know.”
The two of you spend the rest of the night enjoying each other’s bodies, fucking in every position you’ve ever wanted to try, your and his sweat soaking into his sheets.
He feels so good inside you, so perfect and so warm. It’s like he’s always known exactly how to please you, exactly what drives you wild. You grieve the time you lost with him, the years spent apart. If you’d only known he felt the same way about you…
But that was then. This is now. All you can do is enjoy the time you have with him from now on.
He lays beside you, planting casual kisses on your collar bone. “Sorry if that was too much,” he says, noticing how exhausted you are. “I’m just trying to make up for lost time.”
The comment warms your heart, because it means he feels the same way you do. You smile at him. “It’s okay. We have the whole rest of our lives to enjoy together.”
His eyes widen slightly. “The whole rest of our lives?”
Oh. You said that without thinking about the implications. Are you getting too far ahead of yourself. The two of you haven’t really discussed anything long term.
“Uh, I just mean-“
He kisses you, cutting off your awkward reply. When he pulls back, he looks happy. “Move in with me. Permanently.”
Your eyebrows raise. “Seriously?”
“That’s what I’ve been hoping for anyway,” he says. “Unless that’s not something you want.”
“Oh I definitely want it,” you tell him. “I’m just not sure you’re prepared for my collection.”
He freezes. “Collection of what?”
You roll over to go to sleep. “Too late. You already offered.”
He nudged your shoulder. “Honey? Collection of what?”
You don’t turn back, smiling as you say, “Goodnight, Hiromi.”
I promised more details about the Dark Academia project I’m currently outlining and working on between other fics. It’s something that probably won’t be posted for a long time, because I have to write all parts of it and have them all ready to post on the same day.
Basically it’ll be like a very shortened version of an otome game. You (Reader) are a young woman starting school at a very old, very exclusive University. When you start, you’ll pick your dorm (determines which fandom’s characters you encounter), meet the characters, and choose which one you want to pursue. Then you’ll ultimately choose whether you want a dark ending or a happy one. Dark endings might end in death, and the character might be responsible (depending on the character of course).
So far, these are the characters I plan to include:
Shigaraki as a ghost haunting the halls. His “route” will explore the mystery of his death. Hopefully you can solve it before his murderer targets you.
Dabi as a rebellious outsider forced to attend the school by his father. He wants to stir up as much chaos as possible, and if you get dragged into his life, you might just get burned.
Geto as a charismatic Religious Studies professor. A whole group of students adore him, almost too much. You infiltrate their ranks to find out why they practically worship him.
Nanami as an exhausted Literature professor. He stumbles upon a book explaining the true sordid history of the school, which powerful forces want to keep hidden.
Suo as the leader of a mysterious student club that only allows in the best of the best. You get invited, only to find yourself involved in hazing, rituals, and potentially crimes.
Endo as the super rich playboy on campus. He seems like a superficial party guy but he actually rules over the school’s “underground”, a gang of violent ruffians.
Law as the school doctor. He’s trying to prove something, but he needs to do some questionable medical experiments to accomplish his goals. Luckily he has a school full of students to experiment on.
Sabo as the new student no one has seen before. He acts charming and normal, but he’s secretly a young journalist who heard horror stories about this elite school’s underbelly, so he’s under cover to try to expose the truth.
I might add more characters. Depends on how much time and work I decide to put into this. Of course there will be lots of smut and kinks lol.
The Doll House - A Higuruma x Reader Fanfic Part 3
After you drunkenly sell yourself as sex doll, you call your old friend (and crush) from law school for help. But you didn’t realize the strait laced, mild mannered Higuruma is now a trainer at the Doll House!
You never expected to be back here, in this seedy little bar with its sticky floors and garish lighting, accompanied by Hiromi. In fact, a couple weeks ago, you would’ve been mortified for him to know you’ve ever set foot in such a place.
But the situation has changed drastically. Right now the two of you are here to talk to regulars and staff alike, to see if anyone recognizes you and could remember the state you were in the night you sold yourself to a Doll shop.
Hiromi told you to dress similarly to how you were dressed that night, to help with the recognition. That means wearing a little black dress with a plunging neckline and probably more makeup than you needed. He didn’t say anything about your look when you stepped out his room to meet him in the hall, but he did raise an eyebrow.
He stays close as the two of you approach the bar and he signals for the barkeeper to come over. He smoothly orders a couple of mild drinks and then asks the man behind the bar, “Do you recognize this woman?” as he gestures toward you.
The bartender looks at your face for a moment before shrugging. “A lot of women come in here. They all start to look the same after a while.”
The comment is a little offensive, but you shake it off. “I was in here two weeks ago. You served me several drinks. Do you remember me at all?”
The man shrugs again. “Sorry, miss. I barely remember the chick at the end of the bar right now.”
With a sigh you pick up the drink Hiromi ordered and begin sipping it. You’ve decided to stop getting totally drunk until you get this mess sorted out, so you’re taking it slow tonight.
“Let’s ask around a bit more,” Hiromi says, guiding you away from the bar with his hand gently resting on your back.
You move through the bar as a pair, occasionally stopping to ask people if they remember seeing you. No one does, and you start to wonder if you got so drunk you forgot which bar you went to.
Until you nearly collide with a young waitress. She steadies the tray of drinks in her hands as the two of you exchange apologies, then she looks up at your face. You see it immediately in her eyes: recognition. She blinks, then looks at Hiromi, her eyes drawn to his somewhat possessive hand on your back.
She blushes, then looks away.
“Hey, do you remember me?” you ask her.
She hesitates, then nods.
“Can we talk?”
She glances around the room, looking a bit like a nervous bunny. “I have a break in half an hour.”
“Thanks.”
The wait is maddening, because you’re desperate to know what this girl remembers and if she can be of any help. You and Hiromi sit in a corner booth and sip drinks until the waitress appears at your table. She sits down beside you, still looking uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry,” she says before you can ask a single question. “I should’ve tried to help you that night, but I guess it’s too late now.”
“What do you mean?” you ask.
Her eyes flick to Hiromi. “Looks like you’ve already been sold. At least you got a handsome owner, right?”
You look at him, both of you quickly shifting to “lawyer mode”.
“How do you know she was sold as a Doll?” he asks.
“Well, that guy came and took you out of the bar with him.”
You lean closer to her. “What guy?”
She looks confused, as if she can’t understand why you don’t know who she’s talking about. “I don’t know his name,” she says, “but he’s the owner of that Doll shop across the street. He comes in here sometimes and tries to get drunk women to go to his shop with him.”
She pauses and looks down, then back to your face. “I’m sorry I didn’t stop him, but I didn’t know what to do. He usually gives up and leaves after a while. You kept telling him to get lost, but then a few minutes later you were stumbling out the door with him. It happened really fast.”
“Was it obvious I was drunk?” you ask her.
She nods again. “Oh yeah. Very obvious. You could barely stand, and you were slurring all your words.”
You look over at Hiromi, whose eyes focus sharply on the waitress before he asks his question: “You say he’s tried to do this before with other women? He has a history of this behavior?”
“Yes. I see him in here at least once a week. He even asked me if I’d be interested in being a Doll. But all the sober women turn him down, so lately he targets drunk women.”
You reach over and take her hand, looking at her name tag and then back to her face. “Listen, Yumi, I need your help. This man isn’t my owner, he’s my attorney. I’m appealing the contract because I was drunk when I signed. Would you be willing to make a statement about what you witnessed that night?”
She suddenly shrinks back, withdrawing her hand. “I’m sorry, I can’t! I’ve seen a lot of rough people hanging around that Doll shop. What if they do something to me? I can’t get involved!”
Hiromi leans forward. “I promise nothing will happen to you. You’ll be protected.”
“By who?” she asks, her voice slightly high pitched as she slides out of the booth. “I’m really sorry, honestly I am. But I can’t risk it. I’m too scared.”
Hiromi stands up as well, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his card. “Here, please just take this in case you change your mind,” he says, then looks her in the eyes. “I have certain connections. Just saying their names will make any troublemakers leave you alone. No one will hurt you.”
Yumi stares at the card as if it’s a snake, but eventually takes it. She slips it into the pocket of her apron and leaves without another word.
You and Hiromi are both quiet until you get back to the Doll House, in his room. You kick off your heels in frustration and turn to him as he’s pulling off his jacket.
“That was disappointing,” you say, trying to keep a cool head. You don’t need him seeing one of your epic crash outs.
He loosens his tie as he steps closer. “Let’s just give her a few days. She might decide to help us.”
You sigh and will your muscles to relax. You’ve been so tense all night. Then you suddenly remember what he said to Yumi.
“Do you really have connections to dangerous people?”
He grins. “I wasn’t lying to her. A couple of my fellow trainers were pretty notorious in the past. They still have reputations for being men you don’t mess with.”
You can guess at least one of them, but you don’t want to pry. Instead you go over to the dresser and begin taking your jewelry off. None of it is super expensive. A gold bracelet that was a graduation gift, a necklace you bought for yourself, earrings a friend gave you for your birthday.
In the mirror, you watch Hiromi pull off his tie and unbutton the first three buttons of his shirt. You fight back the smile that wants to creep across your face. For years you fantasized about a moment like this: the two of you coming home and casually chatting while getting undressed. Like a real couple.
But that little slip into fantasy land comes with a painful reminder that reality doesn’t match. You’re not a real couple, and you never will be. Soon, either the appeal will be a success or you’ll be sold to someone else as a Doll. In both cases, you and Hiromi will part ways again.
You head toward the bathroom to change out of your dress. It may seem silly, given that he regularly sees you naked, but you have to maintain at least a little distance.
He stops you, suddenly right behind you, his hands on your shoulders.
You turn your face to the side to look at him. “What is it?”
He doesn’t say anything, but his hands slide down your arms soothingly. He has that intense look in his eyes again.
Your voice is so quiet it’s almost a whisper. “There’s no session scheduled for tonight.”
His lips find your neck as he murmurs, “Let’s work one in.”
You battle the urge to melt into his arms. “I can’t handle being teased right now,” you tell him.
One of his hands slides around and slips into low cut front of your dress, squeezing your breast. “No teasing tonight,” he says. “Let me make you cum until you forget everything troubling you.”
You sigh as you lean back against him, surrendering yourself to his touch. “Make me feel good, Hiromi.”
His free hand slips between your thighs, under your dress. You feel his skillful fingers pushing your panties aside so they can reach your soft folds, then the delicious sensation of his finger rubbing circles into your throbbing clit.
Ahh, you needed this! Things have been tense and awkward since the night he fucked you, when you blurted out some honest but embarrassing shit. The sessions these past few days have been less intense, almost hollow.
But tonight, in this moment, you feel the heat you’ve missed.
Hiromi’s mouth moves from your neck up to your jawline, then he’s at your ear. “Cum for me,” he says, and even though you didn’t realize you were close, an orgasm suddenly washes over you.
The shock of it nearly takes your breath away. Is this what he meant by teaching you to “cum on command?” Is your body so used to climaxing upon hearing those words that it did so automatically?
You don’t have time to put more thought into it, because Hiromi is stepping around to be in front of you before kneeling down. His hands move up your hips, dragging your dress up to your waist. Then he slides your panties down your thighs, over your ankles, off your bare feet.
With his hands he nudges your legs apart, then looks up at you with hungry eyes. You’re already breathing quickly, your heart pounding as your body tries to recover from the climax it just reached.
It doesn’t get time to. Hiromi buries his face in your dripping cunt, his tongue working to lap up every drop that spilled out of you.
A moan breaks free from your lips, your knees nearly buckling. “Hiromi… I’m too sensitive right now!” you whine, your hand moving to his hair.
He doesn’t relent, only squeezes your thigh with one hand while the other snakes up under your dress to grope your tits.
His mouth feels so good, suckling gently on your swollen clit, that you have no idea how you haven’t cum again already. It feels like you’re on the edge, but can’t quite jump off.
Hiromi pauses and turns his face toward yours. His lips are glistening with your juices as he says a single word: “Cum.”
The effect is immediate. Your body spasms as the orgasm hits you, your hands flying to his shoulders to hold on for dear life.
Oh god. Your body has already been conditioned to only cum when he tells you to! The realization is both alarming and very very hot. Higuruma Hiromi, the law nerd you’ve wanted for years, now controls your pleasure.
How will things ever go back to normal after this?
Higuruma leans back on his heels to watch her. She’s especially beautiful when she cums, her body trembling, her hands digging into his shoulders, her face glowing.
He thought they were making progress when they finally had sex the other night, but she became distant again right after. Why does she keep withdrawing from him after they have such intimate moments? For that matter, why did she withdraw from him after graduation?
For the past few nights, he’s resisted fucking her again, always retreating to the bathroom to take care of his needs himself. He doesn’t want to push things too far. But tonight, he doesn’t think he can hold back. Seeing her in that dress, seeing the way the other men in the bar looked at her, only made him realize how badly he still wants her.
He stands up and pulls her closer, relishing the feel of her in his arms, the feel of the slight tremor that runs through her body as it deals with the aftershocks of her climax.
She’s pulling her dress over her head, exposing her gorgeous breasts, looking at him with glassy eyes. God, he needs her. He needs to be inside her, to feel her soft, pulsing warmth around his cock.
He takes her to the bed and sits down, pulling her into his lap facing him. Her arms encircle his neck and she starts grinding against him before he can even open his pants. She clearly needs him too, and that thought makes his usually steady hands fumble with his belt.
Finally, he manages to free his aching erection. She immediately rises up, positions herself, and then sinks down on him. She whimpers when he’s fully sheathed inside her, clutching at the front of his shirt as if trying to tear it open. He helps her by ripping it open himself, not caring that the shirt was expensive.
Fuck it. Not like he doesn’t have a dozen more white button ups in his closet.
Her hands slide across his chest, her fingers soft and searching, moving downward, finally tracing over the thin strip of black hair beneath his navel.
Then she begins riding him.
He chokes back a groan, leaning back slightly so he can enjoy the full view of her. Fuck, her pussy is perfect! So perfect he can’t stop himself from bucking his hips up to fuck her just a little bit deeper.
She cries out, clenching around him. “Ah! Ahh! Hiromi!”
Now’s the time, he thinks. If he’s ever going to get an answer out of her, it’s now that she’s impaled on his cock and her brain is turning to mush.
He slides one hand up to her face, gently holding it so that she’s looking him in the eyes.
“Why did you ghost me?” he asks, his voice more strained than he intended.
She’s quiet for a moment, only panting. Then she moans again and says, “I couldn’t face you… not after I fucked everything up…”
“I would’ve helped you,” he says, his hips rising from the bed to thrust up into her again before he moves on to his next question. “Why didn’t you ever tell me how you felt about me?”
She hesitates again, trying to look away but he won’t let her. She whimpers and clenches him, obviously becoming desperate to cum around his cock. But she can’t. Not until he tells her to.
Realizing this, she looks at him with a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. “You were too good for me!” she suddenly shouts. “What would you want with a loser like me?!”
“Seriously?!” he asks, totally incredulous. “I wanted you so fucking bad I thought I’d die! I waited years for you to say something!”
Her eyes widen and her fingers dig into his shoulders. “Then why didn’t you say something, you asshole!”
He’s so thrown off by the sudden turn around that he’s speechless for a moment. But he quickly recovers, wrapping his arms around her torso and pulling her even further down on him.
“I was an idiot and a coward,” he says, reaching up to wipe the tears from her face with his fingers. “Between the two of us, I think I fucked up way worse than you ever did. I let you get away even though I knew how you felt.”
She goes still, leaving him plunged all the way in. “You… you want someone like me?”
He puts one hand on either side of her face. “No, not someone ‘like’ you. Nobody else will do. It has to be you.”
With that, he finally kisses her, smashing his lips into hers as he suddenly starts thrusting again. He feels her body trembling, her skin hot against his. The kiss is passionate but brief, as she pulls back and says, “Please… Hiromi… let me cum!”
“I was honest,” he says, one hand sneaking down to play with her clit. “Now it’s your turn. How do you feel right now?”
She gasps at the pleasure, squeezing his cock. “I love you! I don’t want this training to end! Please… please don’t ever stop!”
He can’t stop the grin from spreading over his face. “Good girl. Now cum for me!”
She does. Her eyes roll back as she cries out, her nails scraping his skin. He can feel her whole body throbbing.
At nearly the same moment, his own strength gives out and he groans as he spills out everything he has inside her. The pleasure is so hot, so intense, that he thinks he sees stars.
Almost immediately, she starts to pull away, to extract herself from him. His arms around her tighten. “Don’t you dare run away again,” he says. “Face me. Face whatever this is between us.”
She looks down sadly. “Hiromi… don’t you get it? If the appeal doesn’t work, you’ll have to hand me over to someone else.”
“I’ll keep you,” he says.
She looks up. “What?”
“Trainers at the Doll House can choose one Doll they’ve trained to keep for themselves. This is the easiest choice of my life,” he says.
Several different emotions run across her face. Confusion. Shock. Relief. But before she says anything, Higuruma’s phone loudly chimes. He reaches over to the nearby nightstand, her still in his lap, and looks at the screen.
“It’s a text from Yumi, the waitress,” he says. “She wants to help.”
I have an idea brewing for a big project. Multi fandom. Dark Academia vibes. Choose your own adventure elements. Choice between a happy ending or a dark one. More details to come later!
I’ve mentioned before that the song “Run for the Hills” by Tate McRae is sort of my song for the Higuruma Doll House fic. But now I’m trying to think of songs that fit the other Doll House fics. If anyone has any ideas, let me know!
