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CUPID ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ MDNI (for this post)

# INFINITE OR INFINITY SEX ── .✦ ( teasing satoru gojo x fem!reader )

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ I’m finally back i actually feel like i wanna stay this time anyways 👀 how are we all feeling today omg also check out my side blog @archivesofdollish I might have longer fics or sfw only on there

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you should’ve known better than to tease him all day.

you’d been sending him pictures while he was stuck in meetings innocent ones at first, then the hem of your skirt riding up, then nothing at all except a caption that said “come home soon.”

by the time gojo teleported into your shared apartment he was already grinning like a predator who’d finally been let off his leash.

“you really thought you could play with me like that and get away with it?” he asks, voice low and amused as he stalks toward you.

you’re on the bed in nothing but one of his oversized shirts when he appears. he doesn’t even give you time to answer just flicks his fingers and suddenly your wrists are pinned above your head by an invisible force. infinity.

“toru—”

“shh, baby. you wanted my attention so bad. now you have it.”

he climbs onto the bed, knees spreading your thighs apart, that signature cocky smirk never leaving his face. his blindfold is already off, those glowing blue eyes drinking in every inch of you like he’s memorizing how desperate you look.

he starts slow. too slow.

his fingers trace up your inner thighs, feather-light, barely touching. every time you try to chase his hand he just chuckles and pulls away. then the real torture begins.

infinity activates around your clit a perfect barrier so nothing can touch you. you feel the pressure, the heat of his breath, the ghost of what should be overwhelming pleasure, but it’s all blocked. you buck your hips desperately but it’s useless. you’re grinding against nothing.

“look at you,” gojo coos, resting his chin on your thigh like he has all the time in the world. “so wet and i haven’t even touched you properly yet. pathetic.”

“satoru please—”

“please what?” he tilts his head, eyes sparkling with mischief. “use your words, princess. tell your husband what you need.”

you’re already panting, thighs trembling. “touch me. please. i can’t—”

he hums like he’s considering it, then leans in and drags his tongue right through your folds.

or at least… he tries to.

infinity stops him millimeters away. you feel the warmth, the wetness, the promise of his tongue, but it never actually makes contact. you let out a broken sob, hips jerking uselessly against the invisible wall.

gojo laughs softly, the sound vibrating against your skin. “infinity is such a wonderful technique, don’t you think?”

he keeps you like that for what feels like forever licking, sucking, blowing cool air, all while infinity makes sure you feel everything and nothing at the same time.

every time you get close, right on the edge of snapping, he pulls back completely and just watches you cry and beg with that stupidly pretty smile on his face.

“you’re so cute when you’re desperate,” he murmurs, finally dropping the barrier for half a second just to slide two thick fingers inside you. you clench around them instantly, a sob tearing from your throat, but before you can even chase the high he puts infinity back up and the sensation disappears again.

“toru i swear to god—”

“god’s not here, baby. only me.”

he edges you four more times like that. four. by the end you’re a mess tears streaming down your face, voice hoarse from begging, thighs shaking uncontrollably. you’re pretty sure you’ve never been this wet in your life.

only then does he finally take pity on you.

infinity drops completely. he hooks your legs over his shoulders, buries his face between your thighs like a man starved, and devours you.

tongue fucking into you deep, nose grinding against your clit, two fingers curling against that spot that makes you see stars. no barriers this time. just pure overwhelming pleasure.

you cum so hard your vision whites out, back arching clean off the bed as you scream his name.

he doesn’t stop. he keeps licking you through it, drawing it out until you’re pushing at his head and whimpering from overstimulation.

when he finally pulls back his chin is shiny, lips swollen, and that signature gojo grin is wider than ever.

“good girl,” he praises, crawling up your body. “think you can handle one more?”

you don’t even get to answer before he’s sliding into you in one smooth thrust, bottoming out with a low groan.

“fuck… so tight. always so perfect for me.”

he fucks you like he’s trying to ruin you for anyone else deep, hard, relentless.

every thrust knocks the air out of your lungs. he keeps one hand on your throat, the other pinning your hip, whispering filthy praise the entire time.

“that’s it, take it. take your husband’s cock like the greedy little wife you are.”

you cum again around him, clenching so hard he curses. he follows right after, burying himself deep and filling you up with a broken moan of your name.

afterwards he collapses on top of you, heavy and warm, face buried in your neck. the infinity is gone now.

just satoru your satoru pressing lazy kisses to your skin and mumbling,

“love you so much it’s stupid.”

you laugh weakly, threading your fingers through his hair. “you’re evil.”

he just grins against your throat. “yeah, but you chose me anyway.”

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˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ - a announcement i wanted to say !! my username will be “dollishmiso” from now on due to some personal circumstances, formerly @dollishmehrayan !!

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# HUSBAND SATORU GOJO HCS ── .✦ ( husband satoru x reader )

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ lowkeyy forgot to post yesterday and almost forgot today but luckily i remembered just in time so sorry if this is rushed but wtv…

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𐔌 . ⋮husband satoru includes .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

he still calls you “baby” 90% of the time but slips into “mrs. gojo” when he’s being extra dramatic or when someone’s flirting with you in public it’s half possessive half teasing and he knows exactly what it does to you

insists on carrying EVERY single grocery bag even though you only bought milk and bread infinity activates automatically so nothing touches the ground and he walks in like he just won a war

forgets anniversaries but remembers the exact date and time you first called him “toru” unprompted like selective memory to the max and brings it up randomly at 2 a.m. like “hey remember when you said my name all soft like that? yeah i’m still thinking about it”

the fridge is 70% kikufuku and mochi because he buys them in bulk “for emergencies” and then eats them all in one sitting while you watch in horror and then continues to order himself three Starbucks drinks because he “felt like it”

when you’re sick he turns into the most dramatic nurse ever teleports to the pharmacy at 3 a.m. for your favorite medicine, makes you soup (burns it somehow??), then just lays on top of you like a weighted blanket (complains when he gets sick later) and says “my healing is better anyway”

still wears his blindfold at home sometimes just to mess with you “guess who’s sneaking up behind you” while you’re cooking and you elbow him in the ribs every time

insists on doing laundry together but always shrinks your favorite hoodie “oops infinity malfunction” while grinning like he didn’t do it on purpose so you have to wear his instead he can’t do anything right if it doesn’t involve food

wakes up at 5 a.m. for no reason, stares at you sleeping for ten minutes straight, then whispers “you’re so pretty it’s unfair” before going back to sleep like nothing happened

still teleports you to random rooftops at sunset for “dates” no warning, just grabs your hand and suddenly you’re 30 stories up eating convenience store onigiri while he rambles about how boring curses are compared to you

when you argue he uses infinity to block you from walking away arms crossed, smirking “you can’t leave until you admit i’m right” but the second you actually get quiet or teary he drops it instantly and mutters “fine you win just… don’t look like that”

keeps a photo of you as his lockscreen but it’s a blurry candid he took when you were laughing at something dumb he said refuses to change it because “it’s the only one that captures you perfectly” and also has really bad clips of you like in the worst angles possible

pretends he hates couple outfits but secretly buys matching sunglasses and wears them every time you go out together “what? they’re just black ray-bans it’s not like we’re matching” while grinning like an idiot

when you’re stressed about work he sits behind you on the couch, legs on either side, chin on your shoulder and just lets you rant doesn’t interrupt, just rubs slow circles on your stomach and mumbles “you’re gonna crush it” until you relax and forget about because he won’t shut up rambling about the next thing he sees

still says “i love you” out of nowhere like it’s a threat mid-conversation about dinner he’ll just go “i love you by the way” then keeps talking about ramen like he didn’t just drop a bomb

at the end of every day he pulls you into his chest, face buried in your neck, and whispers “thanks for marrying me” so quietly you almost miss it the cockiest man alive but somehow still convinced he’s the lucky because you’re the one person who didn’t turn on him

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˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ drabble ( megumi fushiguro sfw)

𐔌 . ⋮ imagine megumi fushiguro who has a habit of tucking stray hairs behind your ear without ever saying a word about it .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

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it happens when you’re both studying and a piece falls in front of your eyes he just reaches over with those long fingers, brushes it back gently, and goes right back to his notes like nothing happened, but his ears turn a little pink every single time like always

during late night missions when you’re exhausted and the wind is messing up your hair he does it on instinct, thumb lingering for half a second longer than necessary before he looks away and mutters “you’ll catch a cold” even though it’s barely breezy like you’re not slick you simp

when you’re ranting about something and getting worked up he’ll do it mid-sentence to calm you down, the tiny touch so soft it makes your brain short-circuit and you forget what you were mad about

in the mornings when you’re still half-asleep and your bedhead is a mess he does it while you’re sipping coffee, never making eye contact, just quietly fixing it like it’s his personal responsibility to keep you looking soft

and the best part? he only does it when no one else is looking like it’s this tiny secret ritual that’s just for the two of you, because megumi doesn’t do big gestures but he’ll spend forever making sure that one little strand never bothers you again

he never explains why he does it. he just… does. and somehow that makes it mean everything.

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CUPID ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ MDNI ( for this post )

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ drabble ( suguru geto x reader )

𐔌 . ⋮ okay but imagine geto instead of using bondage he normally uses his curses to hold you down instead .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

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instead of using regular bondage like a normal person, geto uses his curses to hold you open.

he doesn’t need ropes or cuffs. one flick of his fingers and two small curses wrap around your wrists, pinning them above your head against the mattress. another two slide under your knees, spreading your legs wide and holding them there like they’re locked in place. you can’t close them.

you can’t squirm away. you’re completely exposed for him and he just smiles that soft, dangerous smile.

“look at you,” he murmurs, voice low and velvet as he settles between your thighs. “so pretty when you’re helpless for me.”

he doesn’t rush. he never does. he starts with slow, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, tongue tracing the marks his curses left last time.

when you try to buck your hips he just hums and lets another curse press down on your lower stomach, keeping you perfectly still.

“none of that,” he says calmly, like he’s scolding a misbehaving pet. “let me enjoy my meal.”

then his mouth is on you warm, wet, relentless. he licks through your folds like he has all night, tongue flicking over your clit before dipping inside you.

the curses tighten just enough to remind you you’re not going anywhere. every time you whimper or try to twist, another curse appears to hold you exactly where he wants.

he eats you out like it’s worship and torture at the same time slow, deep strokes of his tongue, sucking on your clit until your legs shake, then pulling back just enough to watch you drip for him.

“so wet already,” he whispers against your pussy, voice vibrating through you. “and i’ve barely started.”

he keeps going until you’re crying, thighs trembling in the hold of his curses, begging in broken little sobs.

only then does he let you cum tongue buried inside you, curses keeping you spread open so he can feel every pulse and flutter while you fall apart.

when you’re shaking and oversensitive he finally pulls back, lips shiny, eyes dark with satisfaction. the curses gently release you but he doesn’t move away.

instead he kisses your thigh softly and murmurs, “good girl. now let’s see how many more times i can make you cry for me tonight.”

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CUPID ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ MDNI (for this post)

# HUSBAND RYOMEN SUKUNA HCS + SMUT ── .✦ ( husband sukuna x reader )

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ i literally have two tests on wednesday that are kickinggg my ass but today lowkey I felt like I had to post like I just couldn’t and this being my first time I think I solely write for sukuna.. I don’t know if I can handle all that

𐔌 . ⋮ husband sukuna includes .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

still calls you “brat” or “my little human” even after the wedding but the way he says it now has this low possessive rumble like he’ll slaughter anyone who looks at you twice

keeps one of his four arms permanently around your waist no matter where you are cooking, sleeping, sitting on the throne he made you because “you’re mine to hold and i don’t share” but also partially he likes being around you when you cook.. just to have tastefuls

brings you the hearts of his enemies as “gifts” and gets genuinely confused when you say “ryo that’s a literal heart” then just shrugs and eats it himself so you don’t have to

makes you sit on his lap during every meeting with curses and strokes your thigh with one hand while threatening to erase someone with the other casual as hell

refuses to sleep unless you’re curled against his chest with at least two arms wrapped around you like a cage he never wants you to escape

still threatens to eat you every morning but now it’s “i’ll devour you whole if you don’t make the breakfast i like” not in a commanding way but more pouting and then he just bites your shoulder softly

built you a whole shrine room in his domain just for your clothes and jewelry because “my queen deserves a palace inside my soul”

gets jealous of the cooks because they feed you and he wants to be the only one who provides so he starts learning how to make your favorite meals even though he complains the whole time and denies it

when you’re sad he just picks you up with all four arms, sits on his throne, and lets you hide your face in his neck while he strokes your back and mutters “who do i need to kill for you?” But genuinely doesn’t get why you let things bother you because he expects everyone to throw hands when they don’t like smth

still says “i don’t love you” but the way he kills anyone who disrespects you and then brings their heads as proof says otherwise

and the sex he delivers as husband…

fucks you on his throne like it’s a casual tuesday two arms holding your wrists, one hand around your throat, the last one rubbing your clit while he growls “look at my queen taking all two of my cocks so well”

loves making you ride one of his mouths while the other three are busy one tongue in your pussy, one on your clit, one sucking marks into your tits and he just sits back smirking “ride my face properly, brat”

breeding kink is actually insane he pins you down with all four arms and fills you over and over whispering “gonna fill this womb until you’re swollen with my heir and everyone knows who owns you”

uses his true form just to overwhelm you extra mouths biting your thighs, extra hands spreading you wider, extra cock pressing against your ass while the main one ruins your pussy

aftercare is still sukuna he cleans you with his tongue, wraps you in his arms, feeds you pieces of fruit, and mumbles “you did well for your king” while petting your hair like you’re his favorite pet and wife at the same time

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# HUSBAND MEGUMI FUSHIGURO HCS ── .✦ ( husband megumi x reader )

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ I feel so busyy these days and haven’t been that online because of that but it’s okayy no problem I’ll be more consistent from now on trustt

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𐔌 . ⋮ husband megumi includes .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

megumi is the husband who never forgets to refill the water pitcher in the fridge even when he’s exhausted from missions like it’s his life duty he’ll come home at 2 a.m., see it’s low, and quietly fill it before crashing next to you

he still blushes when you call him “megs” in public but secretly loves it the tips of his ears go pink and he ducks his head, but later at home he’ll mumble “say it again” while pulling you onto his lap

every morning he makes you coffee or tea exactly how you like it (black with one sugar or whatever your thing is) and sets it on the nightstand before you wake up no note, no big deal, just there waiting for you

he’s the type to carry both your bags when you grocery shop one in each hand, dogs trotting behind in small form, and when you try to take one he just says “i’ve got it” in that flat tone like it’s not even a question and then continue to also carry your shoulder bag

when you’re sick he doesn’t baby you dramatically he just moves the couch closer to the bed so he can sit there and hold your hand while you sleep, thumb rubbing slow circles on your wrist

he keeps a tiny photo of you two in his wallet (the one where you’re both half-asleep on the couch with the dogs piled on top) and glances at it during long missions like it’s his good-luck charm

megumi is the husband who notices when your nails are chipped and quietly buys the color you usually wear leaves it on the bathroom counter with no explanation, just “thought you’d want it”

he still gets jealous of the divine dogs because they get to curl up on your lap more than he does sometimes “they’re using my spot” he’ll mutter while gently shoving them off so he can lay his head there instead

when you argue (rare but it happens) he never raises his voice he just goes quiet, stares at the floor for a minute, then walks over and hugs you from behind until you stop being mad

he’s the guy who fixes things around the house without being asked leaky faucet, squeaky door, loose cabinet handle you come home and it’s just done, no “i fixed it” brag, just “it was annoying me”

megumi as husband is the one who remembers every tiny detail your favorite season, the exact way you like your rice, how you hate the feeling of wet socks and he never makes a fuss about it, just does it

he still wears his wedding band under his glove during missions because “it’s safer there” but he takes it off the second he’s home and slips it back on your finger like it’s a ritual

at night he’s the big spoon but only after he’s sure you’re comfortable he’ll adjust the pillows, pull the blanket higher, then wrap around you so tight it feels like he’s scared you’ll disappear

he’s not big on words but every once in a while he’ll just look at you across the room and say “i’m glad i married you” in that low serious voice like it’s the most obvious fact in the world

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# HUSBAND SATORU GOJO HCS ── .✦ ( husband satoru x reader )

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ lowkeyy forgot to post yesterday and almost forgot today but luckily i remembered just in time so sorry if this is rushed but wtv…

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𐔌 . ⋮husband satoru includes .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

he still calls you “baby” 90% of the time but slips into “mrs. gojo” when he’s being extra dramatic or when someone’s flirting with you in public it’s half possessive half teasing and he knows exactly what it does to you

insists on carrying EVERY single grocery bag even though you only bought milk and bread infinity activates automatically so nothing touches the ground and he walks in like he just won a war

forgets anniversaries but remembers the exact date and time you first called him “toru” unprompted like selective memory to the max and brings it up randomly at 2 a.m. like “hey remember when you said my name all soft like that? yeah i’m still thinking about it”

the fridge is 70% kikufuku and mochi because he buys them in bulk “for emergencies” and then eats them all in one sitting while you watch in horror and then continues to order himself three Starbucks drinks because he “felt like it”

when you’re sick he turns into the most dramatic nurse ever teleports to the pharmacy at 3 a.m. for your favorite medicine, makes you soup (burns it somehow??), then just lays on top of you like a weighted blanket (complains when he gets sick later) and says “my healing is better anyway”

still wears his blindfold at home sometimes just to mess with you “guess who’s sneaking up behind you” while you’re cooking and you elbow him in the ribs every time

insists on doing laundry together but always shrinks your favorite hoodie “oops infinity malfunction” while grinning like he didn’t do it on purpose so you have to wear his instead he can’t do anything right if it doesn’t involve food

wakes up at 5 a.m. for no reason, stares at you sleeping for ten minutes straight, then whispers “you’re so pretty it’s unfair” before going back to sleep like nothing happened

still teleports you to random rooftops at sunset for “dates” no warning, just grabs your hand and suddenly you’re 30 stories up eating convenience store onigiri while he rambles about how boring curses are compared to you

when you argue he uses infinity to block you from walking away arms crossed, smirking “you can’t leave until you admit i’m right” but the second you actually get quiet or teary he drops it instantly and mutters “fine you win just… don’t look like that”

keeps a photo of you as his lockscreen but it’s a blurry candid he took when you were laughing at something dumb he said refuses to change it because “it’s the only one that captures you perfectly” and also has really bad clips of you like in the worst angles possible

pretends he hates couple outfits but secretly buys matching sunglasses and wears them every time you go out together “what? they’re just black ray-bans it’s not like we’re matching” while grinning like an idiot

when you’re stressed about work he sits behind you on the couch, legs on either side, chin on your shoulder and just lets you rant doesn’t interrupt, just rubs slow circles on your stomach and mumbles “you’re gonna crush it” until you relax and forget about because he won’t shut up rambling about the next thing he sees

still says “i love you” out of nowhere like it’s a threat mid-conversation about dinner he’ll just go “i love you by the way” then keeps talking about ramen like he didn’t just drop a bomb

at the end of every day he pulls you into his chest, face buried in your neck, and whispers “thanks for marrying me” so quietly you almost miss it the cockiest man alive but somehow still convinced he’s the lucky because you’re the one person who didn’t turn on him

© dollishmehrayan — ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )

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˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ the struggle of having so many ideas to write but just being so overwhelmed on how to execute them like bro so many wip’s

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# 𐔌 . ⋮ BLACK ECHO CHOSO AU .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱ ˚₊‧꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ ( bassist choso kamo x fem!reader )

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ - inspired by NANA by ai yazawa, choso inspired by ren houjo, choso kamo (23) reader (20-21), semi introduction takes place in 2006-2007

˚₊‧꒰ა ✦ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ CHOSO KAMO - bassist of the band black echo and song writer, 23 yrs, high school drop out.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ READER - uni student and fashion major, huge fan of black echo since she was a junior in hs, 20-21

currently playing 黒い涙 - kuroi namida by ANNA TSUCHIYA

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- bassist!choso who always keeps every single gift you give him tucked in the inner pocket of his leather jacket like it’s the only thing that still feels real on tour

- bassist!choso who ties one of your ribbons around the headstock of his bass before every show and never explains why to the rest of the band

- bassist!choso who plays the same three quiet notes every night on stage and only you know they’re the melody you hummed to him once at 3am

- bassist!choso who never smiles on stage but the corner of his mouth twitches when he spots a flash of your signature style in the crowd

(spoiler !! ) - bassist!choso who keeps your lipstick stain on the collar of his favorite shirt for weeks even after you stopped talking

- bassist!choso who writes new riffs at 4am and titles them after things only you would understand

(spoiler !! ) - bassist!choso who stares too long at the empty spot in the front row where you used to stand, even when the venue is packed

(spoiler !! ) - bassist!choso who still smells like your perfume mixed with cigarette smoke months after everything went silent

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˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ drabble ( megumi fushiguro sfw)

𐔌 . ⋮ imagine megumi fushiguro who has a habit of tucking stray hairs behind your ear without ever saying a word about it .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

｡ ₊°༺❤︎༻°₊ ｡

it happens when you’re both studying and a piece falls in front of your eyes he just reaches over with those long fingers, brushes it back gently, and goes right back to his notes like nothing happened, but his ears turn a little pink every single time like always

during late night missions when you’re exhausted and the wind is messing up your hair he does it on instinct, thumb lingering for half a second longer than necessary before he looks away and mutters “you’ll catch a cold” even though it’s barely breezy like you’re not slick you simp

when you’re ranting about something and getting worked up he’ll do it mid-sentence to calm you down, the tiny touch so soft it makes your brain short-circuit and you forget what you were mad about

in the mornings when you’re still half-asleep and your bedhead is a mess he does it while you’re sipping coffee, never making eye contact, just quietly fixing it like it’s his personal responsibility to keep you looking soft

and the best part? he only does it when no one else is looking like it’s this tiny secret ritual that’s just for the two of you, because megumi doesn’t do big gestures but he’ll spend forever making sure that one little strand never bothers you again

he never explains why he does it. he just… does. and somehow that makes it mean everything.

© dollishmehrayan — ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )

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CUPID ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ MDNI (for this post)

# “IS IT A CRIME” TO DO YOUR DIVORCE LAWYER ?? ── .✦ ( higuruma hiromi as your divorce lawyer x fem!reader oneshot )

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ this took me two days to write so hopefully you guys engage so it could boost my work !! so hopefully you guys enjoyy and I’ll make a part two if this ever reaches 900 notes

𐔌 . ⋮ around 5.4k words, contains nsfw/unprotected, divorce lawyer higuruma, office sex, lawyer trope, slight angst and etc.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

the first time you meet higuruma hiromi, it’s in a glass-walled conference room on the 27th floor of tokyo midtown tower. rain streaks the windows like the city refuses to rain fully

you’re clutching the divorce papers your soon-to-be-ex husband served you last week, knuckles white, eyes red-rimmed from another sleepless night of trying to find good lawyers that aren’t persuaded by your soon-to-be-ex husband’s money

he walks in at exactly 9:00 a.m., charcoal suit tailored like it was made to intimidate, tie knotted with military precision, no smile. just a curt nod and “miss L/N, higuruma hiromi. let’s begin.”

his voice is low, measured, the kind that could read a grocery list and children’s story book and still sound like a closing argument. he listens to your story without interrupting the cheating, the gaslighting, the financial abuse he has over you, the prenup your ex is trying to weaponize. when you finish, voice cracking on the part about finding the other woman’s lipstick on his collar from his company, higuruma simply leans back like he’s heard this a million times, he continues nodding and blinks his eyebag ridden eyes and says,

“he’ll regret the day he underestimated you. i’ll make sure of it.”

just that, nothing else said.

that’s all it takes. you sign the retainer on the spot.

the next three months are war and headaches combined.

you become a fixture in his office, your husband trying to take every assets of his back with the top lawyers of japan. it’s suddenly late nights poring over financial disclosures, strategy sessions where he paces in front of the whiteboard like a caged animal, sleeves rolled up, veins in his forearms standing out every time he writes another bullet point in that sharp black marker. you bring him coffee at 1 a.m. because the court doesn’t care for sleep if you don’t have your case ready.

You get him black, two sugars, the way he likes it and he mutters “thank you, miss” without looking up, but his fingers brush yours when he takes the cup and you feel it like static.

he never crosses the line. not once.

but the tension? it’s suffocating.

one night after a brutal mediation where your ex husband’s lawyer tried to paint you as the unstable one, you’re both still in the office at 11:47 p.m.

higuruma’s jacket is off, tie loosened, top two buttons undone. he’s pouring himself a scotch from the decanter he keeps in the bottom drawer for nights like this. you’re slumped on the leather couch, heels kicked off, mascara smudged.

“you did well today,” he says quietly, handing you a glass even though you didn’t ask. “most clients would have cried. you looked him dead in the eye and told him to go fuck himself. elegantly.”

you laugh, sleep deprived and tired. “i learned from the best.”

he sits beside you not across the desk like usual, but right next to you, thigh brushing yours.

the silence stretches. you can smell his cologne, something woody and expensive that makes your stomach flip every time he leans over your shoulder to point at a document or file.

“hiromi,” you say softly, using his first name for the first time. his head snaps toward you. “why do you do this? the divorce cases. you’re one of the best litigators in the city. you could be making partner at a big firm instead of… this. Not helping women like me you could actually be solving real cases.”

he swirls the scotch in his glass, staring into it like it holds answers. “because i know exactly what it feels like to be on the other side of that table, I suppose we don’t get too much into my own life we’re talking about yours now.”

you swallow hard. “i’m sorry.” you kinda already knew he wouldn’t tell you but atleast you could try right??

“don’t be.” his voice drops lower. “just win.”

the air shifts. you both feel it. his knee presses against yours now, deliberate. you don’t pull away.

“hiromi…”

“don’t.” it’s almost a plea. “i’m your lawyer. this is unethical. i could lose my license.”

“then fire me as a client.”

he laughs once, sharp and broken. “you know i won’t.”

but his hand is already on your thigh, sliding up under the hem of your pencil skirt like it has a mind of its own. those long, firm fingers the same ones that sign million-yen settlements and form perfect arguments trace the lace edge of your stockings.

“tell me to stop,” he murmurs, eyes dark behind the glasses.

you don’t.

instead you lean in and kiss him.

the scotch glass clatters to the floor, forgotten. he kisses like he argues precise, devastating, no wasted movement. tongue sliding against yours, one hand cupping the back of your neck to tilt you exactly how he wants.

the other yanks your blouse open, buttons scattering across the hardwood like evidence you’ll never recover.

“fuck,” he groans against your mouth. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this.”

he stands, pulling you with him, and walks you backward until your ass hits the edge of his massive oak desk. papers fly everywhere depositions, bank statements, your entire messy life reduced to confetti.

he doesn’t care. he lifts you onto the desk like you weigh nothing, spreads your legs, and drops to his knees right there in his $3000 suit. It’s almost pathetic seeing a grown man on his knees like this but when higuruma does it, it’s law.

“look at you,” he breathes, pushing your skirt up to your waist. “so wet already and i’ve barely touched you.” two long fingers hook your panties aside and slide through your folds.

“this is what you’ve been hiding under those professional little skirts every night we worked late?”

you whimper, hips bucking. he tsks softly.

“patience, miss. i’m going to take my time with you.”

he pushes two fingers inside you without warning slow, deep, curling instantly against that spot that makes your vision blur in a way you’re ex husband could never.

his thumb finds your clit and circles with lawyer precision, like he’s cross-examining your body and already knows every answer. the wet sounds are obscene in the quiet office.

“that’s it,” he murmurs, voice rough. “let me hear you. no one else is here. just you and me and all the rules we’re about to break.”

he adds a third finger, stretching you open, pumping faster while his mouth latches onto your clit.

The sight of him between your legs in full lawyer mode is almost too much. you come hard, thighs clamping around his head, crying out his name like a verdict.

he doesn’t stop. just keeps working you through it, drawing it out until you’re shaking and oversensitive.

when he finally stands, his cock is already free thick, heavy, leaking at the tip. he strokes himself once, eyes locked on yours.

“turn around. hands on the desk.”

you obey instantly, chest pressed to the cool wood, ass up. he kicks your heels wider, lines up, and pushes in with one long thrust.

the stretch burns so good you sob. You’ve never felt sick this good before ever.

“fuck… so tight,” he growls, bottoming out. one hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise. the other fists in your hair, yanking your head back so he can bite your neck.

“this pussy was made for me. been driving me insane for months.”

he fucks you like he’s trying to win the case of his life deep, punishing strokes that make the heavy desk scrape across the floor. every thrust knocks the breath out of you.

he leans over you, chest to your back, tie dangling against your spine.

“you’re going to come again,” he says against your ear, voice low and commanding. “and you’re going to say my name when you do.” so commanding for a guy who’s never even taken you on a first date…

you do twice more screaming “hiromi!” while he rails you through it, shadows from the city lights dancing across the walls like witnesses.

when he finally lets go, he buries himself to the hilt and fills you with a broken groan of your first name, hips stuttering, forehead pressed to your shoulder like he’s praying.

for a long minute the only sound is both of you panting.

then the lawyer returns gentle now. he pulls out slowly, cleans you with his own handkerchief like it’s the most natural thing in the world, fixes your skirt, buttons your blouse with careful fingers. he even finds your scattered hairpins and puts your hair back up himself.

“this doesn’t change anything about your case,” he says quietly, voice hoarse. “i’m still winning it for you. but… after the decree is final… i’d like to take you to dinner. properly.”

you laugh, leaning back against his chest. “hiromi, you just fucked me on your desk and you’re asking me on a date only now?”

he smiles small, tired, real. the first genuine one you’ve ever seen from him.

“i’m a man of contradictions. sue me.”

you kiss him again, slower this time, and he melts into it like he’s been waiting years.

and for the first time in months, you both feel like winners.

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# OVERTIME AND OVERSTIMULATION ── .✦ ( nanami kento x reader short one shot )

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ lowkeyy this is just a one shot I decided to make because I felt bored today so.. enjoyy and nanami is just so 👅 and I’m gonna work on a 6k word fic for my 3k special

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𐔌 . ⋮ helping you with jujutsu paperwork - .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

your eyes sting from the blue light of the monitor. it’s past 11pm and the jujutsu high administrative wing is dead silent except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the occasional scratch of nanami’s pen across paper.

he sits across from you at the long oak table, jacket off, tie loosened just enough that you can see the sharp line of his collarbone. sleeves rolled up. veins in his forearms flexing every time he flips a page.

“you’ve been at that report for three hours,” he says without looking up, voice low and even like he’s commenting on the weather. “take a break.”

you shake your head, stubborn. “i want to finish before tomorrow’s meeting. you don’t have to stay, nanami-san.”

he finally lifts his gaze. those tired honey eyes pin you in place. “i’m not leaving you here alone.”

the silence stretches. you feel it again that heavy thing that’s been sitting between you for weeks. every late night, every shared coffee, every time his hand brushes yours when he passes you a folder. he’s always so proper. always “yes ma’am,” always “good work.” but tonight his jaw is tight and his knuckles are white around the pen.

you stand to stretch, rolling your shoulders, and that’s when he moves.

nanami is behind you before you can blink. large hands settle on your waist casually, gentle but firm, turning you to face him. his tie is completely undone now, hanging loose around his neck like a warning, you’ve always have some tension with him but neither of you really acknowledged it out loud

“you’re exhausted,” he murmurs, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “let me take care of you.”

your breath catches. “nanami—”

“kento.” his voice drops. “say it.”

“kento…”

he kisses you like he’s been starving for it. slow at first, controlled, then deeper, tongue sliding against yours while one hand slides up your back to cradle your head. the other grips your hip hard enough to leave marks. you whimper into his mouth and he groans, low and wrecked, like that sound just broke something in him.

next thing you know you’re on the edge of the desk, papers scattering to the floor. he drops to his knees like it’s nothing, pushing your skirt up, mouth hot against your thigh.

“been thinking about this,” he admits, voice rough as he hooks your panties aside. “every night we stayed late. every time you called me nanami-san like a good girl.” his tongue drags through your folds and your head falls back, a broken moan slipping out. he eats you like a man on a mission – precise, relentless, two thick fingers curling inside you while his mouth sucks on your clit until your legs shake.

“k-kento— too much—”

he pulls back just enough to look up at you, chin shiny, eyes dark. “you can take more. you always do.” then he dives back in and you cum so hard your vision whites out, thighs clamping around his head while he works you through it, murmuring praise against your pussy.

he doesn’t stop.

by the time he stands up you’re boneless, chest heaving. he frees himself from his slacks thick, heavy, leaking at the tip and lines up.

“breathe for me,” he says, pressing in slow. the stretch burns so good you sob. he bottoms out with a low curse, forehead against yours. “fuck… so tight. look at me.”

you do. he starts moving, deep and steady at first, then harder, the desk creaking under you. one hand wraps around your throat, not squeezing, just holding. the other rubs tight circles on your clit.

“that’s it. take every inch like the perfect little assistant you are.” his thrusts turn punishing. “gonna fill you up. make sure you feel me tomorrow when you’re sitting in that meeting.”

you cum again, clenching around him so hard he hisses. he follows right after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a broken groan of your name.

for a long moment the only sound is both of you panting.

then he’s gentle again pulling out slow, cleaning you with his handkerchief like a gentleman, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your swollen lips.

“next time,” he murmurs, voice soft, “we do this at my place. no paperwork. just you and me I don’t want to do it in this empty office.”

you laugh, weak and giddy, and he smiles that rare, small, real smile.

“deal, kento.”

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