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Judgement nut â¨ď¸ This one's to all my Vergil girlies out there đđŠľđŚđŠ
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Vincent trying to sabotage you, his co-anchor, in the middle of a broadcast because if he canât kill you, maybe he can get you fired. Heâs been trying to get rid of you for weeks already, but by the grace of some unknown force oddly in your favor, every attempt has ended in failure. He can never seem to get you alone. You get dropped off and picked up at work and stay in for lunch. So, as soon as the camera pans over to you, Vincent decides to smooth his palm over your thigh from under the desk, feeling, squeezing, hoping that will be enough to get you to lose your bearings.
But you donât. In fact, you barely acknowledge Vincentâs audacious touch, the words pouring from your lips without even a slight waver in your voice or a subtle twitch in your smile.
Disappointment blossoms in his chest, but he tries not to let that discourage him as his fingers begin to skitter, bunching up the fabric of your knee-length skirt to grant him access to territory he never knew he would charter. All the while, Vincentâs heart kickstarts in his chest, and his trousers grow a bit tight and suffocating. He canât help it, the risky nature of the ordeal excites him. Nobody knows whatâs unfolding beneath the desk.
âŞâ§âËSabbatical
vox x reader
tags: nsfw, smut, p in v, creampie, exhibitionism, public sex, sir kink, daddy kink, thigh job, spanking, mentions of oral sex, power dynamics, strong language, plot with porn, workplace romance, vacation, hellborn!reader, fishdemon!reader, fem!reader
synopsis: set directly after his disastrous attempt to take over heaven, vox has been forcibly put on hiatus from his empire by his fellow vees. the media mogul is now confined to his luxurious lakefront property under the watchful eye of his personal assistant.
wc: 6.5k
Vox had kept his eyes glued to his living roomâs 150-Inch Deluxe Television set ever since Velvette told you two about todayâs programming schedule.
For 24 hours straight, 666 News would be running blatant propaganda dedicated to whitewashing VoxTekâs involvement with the holy war against Heaven.
Despite the immeasurable havoc your boss had wreaked upon Hellâs Pride Ring, you had to admit, it appeared his cunning co-rulers were spinning VoxTekâs humiliation into a golden story of heroism.
You had been observing Velvette and Valentinoâs social media activity for the past few weeks, and, aside from the odd hate comment here and there, the Vees had been doing a fantastic job maintaining the publicâs goodwill. Velvette continued to upload her collection of sponsored collagen peptide powders and OOTDs, and Valentino still posted film reviews to his Lettervoxd account.
âŞâ§âËSabbatical
vox x reader
tags: nsfw, smut, p in v, creampie, exhibitionism, public sex, sir kink, daddy kink, thigh job, spanking, mentions of oral sex, power dynamics, strong language, plot with porn, workplace romance, vacation, hellborn!reader, fishdemon!reader, fem!reader
synopsis: set directly after his disastrous attempt to take over heaven, vox has been forcibly put on hiatus from his empire by his fellow vees. the media mogul is now confined to his luxurious lakefront property under the watchful eye of his personal assistant.
wc: 6.5k
Vox had kept his eyes glued to his living roomâs 150-Inch Deluxe Television set ever since Velvette told you two about todayâs programming schedule.
For 24 hours straight, 666 News would be running blatant propaganda dedicated to whitewashing VoxTekâs involvement with the holy war against Heaven.
Despite the immeasurable havoc your boss had wreaked upon Hellâs Pride Ring, you had to admit, it appeared his cunning co-rulers were spinning VoxTekâs humiliation into a golden story of heroism.
You had been observing Velvette and Valentinoâs social media activity for the past few weeks, and, aside from the odd hate comment here and there, the Vees had been doing a fantastic job maintaining the publicâs goodwill. Velvette continued to upload her collection of sponsored collagen peptide powders and OOTDs, and Valentino still posted film reviews to his Lettervoxd account.
Thinking about Legoshi sliding his hand down to your tummy during doggy and absolutely going crazy feeling his bulge sliding in and out of you. Wouldn't even matter the size of his partner he's that big he can feel himself in them. Don't get me started with his knotđ¤¤đ¤¤ he feels it inside of his partner once and he starts rutting the feral beast he isđľâđŤđľâđŤđľâđŤ i saw an animation on r34 with a werewolf putting another character in a headlock while rutting and it's stuck in my head bro-
saw this while i was on vacation and it's all i thought about thank you anon đ
he keeps his arms wrapped around you, holding you so close while he slips inside. it's start off soft, small kisses and laps of his tongue along your neck and shoulders while he bottoms out.
he doesn't even notice the bulge in your tummy at first, too lost in the feeling of you so tight and warm around him. he stills, letting you adjust while he (attempts) to muffle his moans against your shoulder.
then he's grasping your hips and having you his way, grabby hands and claws grazing your skin. his palm brushes over your tummy, freezing when he feels himself. he grinds his hips forward, feeling his tip prod against your skin.
"baby-," he almost cums right there when you moan as he pushes down on your belly. tightening around him so good. both hands on your stomach now as he goes back to thrusting slow, feeling every inch of his cock slide in so deep.
his eyes glaze over and you're a loud, whiny, sticky mess. eyes barely open and incoherent cries leaving your lips. you gasp when he pulls out and stands. carrying you with him to face the mirror in the corner of your room. he kisses your neck, words all breathy. "need to see it baby,"
he holds you up like you weigh nothing before slipping back in. he watches the way your lips part to take his fat tip and the rest. the flesh of your tummy bulging while your feet dangle. your mind gone to mush as he basically plays with you. pushing on the bulge to feel you clench and cry for him while his knot throbs and aches against the rim of your hole.
he watches with wide eyes and jaw nearly slack, drool dripping from his maw and down your chest. it drips down your sternum and over the probing length under your skin. when your nails sink into his forearms and you tilt your head back to look up at him, begging for him to stop teasing and just give it to you, he gives in.
hunched over with you in his arms, one palm splayed out along your abdomen and the other groping whatever part of you he can touch. he fucks you like a mad man, panting and growling. his free hand grabs your jaw when he feels you tighten up again. getting close, he pushing his tongue against yours.
moans spilling into each others mouths as he feels his knot nearly hurting with need. he pushes down on your tummy again, this time bottoming out and pushing his knot snug inside. you cum around him, milking him so good as he pumps load after load.
it's like it never stops, so much it spills out from the sides and the bulge of his length sits deeper. bigger than before from all his spent, his knot struggling to keep it all inside.
lalalalalalala thank you anon sorrry this is so late i love him sm this is kinda gross sorry again
[Animatic] Handle With Care [Vox Ă OC Ă Alastor]
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This animatic is based on AO3 fanfic What's Your Frequency, Baby?, written by @elleinmotion
'Violette' belongs to @elleinmotion
Hazbin Hotel belongs to Vivziepop
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Song: ĺćąćł¨ć - syudou
Software: Procreate, Alight Motion
Animation, edit, and character design by me.
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I finally finished this yayyyyy!!! Greatest animation project so far, hopefully only getting bigger and better from now on! Not necessarily about hazbin tho I might get away from it for a while.
Lots of thanks to elleinmotion, the author of the fic, for bringing us so much joy. This animation is for you. đ
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ex husband ! alastor x ex wife ! reader
âË đ â Ë â§ you have a new date, and alastor is not jealous, if anything, he is more offended you even consider give a chance to whatever that is instead of raise better standars for yourself. the desire is utterly masochistic, yet his reasoning behind it is one of the most selfish things he has ever felt, ironically coming from him. alastor wants more from you. he's well acquainted with boundaries. he's not afraid to cross it this time. or â just two idiots who can't get over each other, even after all those years.
broadcast á°.áâ§ minors dni :: some plot ( barely ) :: female bodied reader :: angst if you squint :: mutual pining :: complicated relationship :: alastor is bad at feelings :: you and alastor being mean to each other :: possesive behavior :: jealousy :: allusion to drinking as a copying mechanism :: ( kinda ) cheating :: a tiny bit of self-loathing & self-destructive tendencies :: implied stalking & cannibalism :: angry sex / hatefuck :: semi-public sex :: ruined orgasm :: grinding / thigh riding :: humiliation kink :: dacryphilia :: light blood play :: sex toys ( dildo ) :: reader cries a lot :: ambiguous ending.
host : an angry sex request was enough excuse to write this goofy one-shot that i shouldn't have taken as seriously as i did. anyway, thank you nonnie for the request ! hopefully this make it up for the inactivity.
alastor often wonders if you still want him. he wonders if you obsesses over the way he tasted, the way he smelled. part of him knows you do and he wants to kill that part, because it's pathetically reassured by the suspicion he's not in this alone. so he swallows blood. he doesn't know how else to kill parts of a self. he is stabbing blindly in the dark, chewing chains, erasing memories. that's why he doesn't really know how it all happened. the order of things, the stuff he blurred out, cut out, chose to forget.
the bar is too bright tonight. laughter ricochets off the gilded moldings and cheap glitter charlie insisted on hanging for her "little evening mixer," and it all fuzzes at the edges which is weird because alastor doesn't remember drinking anything yet.
â§Devotion is Love with Wingsâ§ Chapter One: A Sleepless Sovereign
Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 / Ch4
â§Pairing: - Lucifer Morningstar x Reader
â§Warnings: Alcohol, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, king x servant, panic attack, heartbreak, happy ending.
â§Words: 3.3k
â§Summary: As Lucifer's advisor you are required to assist him with a number of things. That includes his schedule, many chores, and the occasional middle of the night panic attack.
â§Notes: This is my first Hazbin Hotel fic! I hope you all like it because Alastor is my next victim. I just want to give poor Luci some love, he is such a cutie and he's been through enough! My beta reader is @hellfiremunsonn and we love her for that.
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HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS 𣲠gojo x reader masterlist
synopsis ⢠you've ran out of things to publish for the school's magazines, that is until your friend brought up an amazing suggestion after seeing another friend get absolutely heartbroken, you all figured it would only be appropriate to have an article for what not to do for dating. so you take up the role of the annoying clingy girlfriend with none other than Satoru Gojo. but things go south when he's not taking the bait and actually falls for you instead.
pairing ⚠࣪ Ë uni au soccer player! gojo x journalist! reader
warning / tags : 18+, fem reader, angst, fluff, second hand embarrassment scenes, jealousy, he falls first she fell harder, cursing, eventual smut, tba ...
a.n : TAGLIST IS CLOSED ! and yes I'm still going to be writing for afycso while I also write this so it'll be like taking turns in updates . this series is inspired by 'kickoff' @/celestie0 and 'How to lose a guy in 10 days'
PIN IT
HOW TO GET THE GUY
( more to be added . . 10 chapters in total )
TAGLIST IS #CLOSED
how all of the fanfics are written like nowadays on tumblr since it's all smut
How Caine fell in love with you
Caine x Reader
fluff :: romance :: scenarios :: caine being caine :: dividers: @sisterlucifergraphics
After the adventure, everyone returned to their rooms.
Well, everyone except you.
Thatâs what made you originally stand out from the rest. The fact that you were an exception.
It started one day when you all returned from the Candy Canyon Kingdom and maple syrup was stuck all over your body. After attempting to remove it, you gave up trying yourself when nothing worked. Instead, you seeked out the ringleader of the circus; Caine, who appeared as soon as you called out his name. Based on the look on his face, it was clear he wasnât expecting anyoneâs company tonight.
It alarmed you, how quick he teleported right beside you. You arrived in the digital realm not long ago and couldnât wrap your head around the concept of magic, so Caine felt like an anomaly. Something strange that you have never seen before. Therefore, his intense display of power left you stunned every time.
Caine noticed this, the way your jaw would drop slightly and how you stared up at him in complete awe, so naturally, he fed into it. Whether that was by being extra or throwing in a multitude of pizazz whenever you were nearby. He amped up his performance just for you. It was worth the attention you gave him.
Take now, for instance. He was practically rubbing his ability in your face, glitter bursting from the palm of his hand like it was easy.
âYouuuuuuuuuuuuu called?â
Caine battered his eyelashes as he zoned in on you, circling around like a predator would with prey, though the act itself didnât carry any violent intent. He was just that interested in how good you made him feel. Caine couldnât help but stare and get in your personal space. To him, you were an enigma.
âI did. I was wondering if you could help me clean up? I tried everything, and as you can see⌠nothing has worked.â
Upon hearing this, his gloved hand shot straight up to his lower jaw and he feigned deep thought. As for the upper part of his teeth, they all narrowed like an eyebrow would. He looked perplexed.
âWell, thatâs odd! Youâd think maple would be EASY to remove since itâs a liquid of⌠sorts. I mean, waterâs relatively simple to clean up. Why wouldnât THIS be?â
A giggle escaped you at Caineâs absurd sense of logic. You knew thatâs not how science worked, but you didnât correct him on it. Instead, you agreed with him for fun, not wanting to ruin the moment.
âMaybe you coded it together so well that it doesnât want to come off?â
Caine gasped at your theory, âAn astute observation, indeed! Youâre definitely right. WOWIE, I truly shock myself with my own capabilities sometimes. Perhaps I should tone it down a notch?â
You eagerly shook your head, âExactly. Youâre just too good at your job, Caine. I donât think you need to change anything.â
His breath hitched.
âAh!â
A long pause stretched out between the two of you.
Why did everything suddenly feel awkward?
âSorry, did I overstep?â
Caine cleared his throat as he stared at the ground, nervously twiddling his thumbs together before readjusting his bow tie. He chuckled, though it lacked the confidence he typically exerted.
âNO. Not at all! Goodness, no. Itâs just⌠I wasnât preparedâ Youâre so right! So good.â
The last part of that sentence fell short into a gasp, and on top of that, you were certain that Caine was blushing as well, unless you were just hallucinating from your sugar overload. You had Jax to blame for that. Did he have to provoke the NPC? You ended up swallowing more candy than medically recommended, and the thought of falling into another pond of chocolate made you feel nauseous.
âAhaha⌠anyway, the syrup? Iâm really tired and would like to sleep soon.â
Caine snapped his fingers before you could blink and you were immediately cured of your sticky situation.
âSORRY ABOUT THAT. My mind was elsewhere. For you see, Iâm very busy coming up with new ideas for you and the others. Itâs NO easy feat being the one in charge.â
You couldnât argue with that kind of logic.
âI admire your ambition. Just remember to take breaks, okay? Otherwise, youâll end up hurting yourself.â
Another pang shot right through his code. Caine coughed harder this time, desperately trying to clear the lump growing in his throat. He felt himself getting hot. Maybe it was because the circus lacked any air conditioning? How unprofessional of him. He took a mental note of adding something like that later.
âMHMMMMMMMMMMM, sure. Yep, I can do that. Take, uh⌠breaks.â
The room grew silent again. This time, you had nothing else to add, so you began to excuse yourself from the conversation, much to Caineâs dismay.
âYouâre leaving? So soon?â
The question left his mouth before he could stop himself.
You didnât seem to mind, and that only made him fixate harder.
âWeâll see each other again tomorrow morning, right? Knowing you, youâve likely prepared another adventure already.â
You knew him?
Heâd do anything to learn more about you.
âMhmm,â The ringmaster whimpered as he waved you goodbye, seemingly at a loss for words. His legs dangled by floating around aimlessly, unable to carry the emotional weight he just endured.
What was that bizarre feeling, and why did it make him clutch at his chest?
âDisgusting,â Bubble appeared out of nowhere.
âOh, shut up, you.â
Alright but what if (warning OOC)
VARKA X F! READER. varka just loves how he's way too big for your pretty little cunt. but don't worry, he'll make it fit đš
The interior of Varka's tent smells like aged leather and the lingering softness of the finest Mondstadt wine. The bottle lays tipped over on the ground beside his cot, long forgotten between the two of you. His lips are searing where they trace a line from the lobe of your ear down to your collarbone, his entire body hunched down to accomodate your height, his shoulders â broad and thick from years of leading soldiers into battle â nearly blocks out all the light from the lamp in the corner. You're torn between what do with your hands, one of them curled tightly in the cotton of his shirt and the other impatiently tugging at his belt. You taste like cherries and something sweeter, maybe the wine, maybe something else when he kisses you, his lips heavy without meaning, demanding without pressure.
Varka has always tried his best to be gentle with you but when it came to a man his size his strenght sometimes overpowered his intentions. Not that you minded. If anything, tonight you wanted nothing more than to be pinned down and tended to.
You make an impatient sound against his mouth, one of your hands straying from the leather of his belt to the buldge straining against his pants, cupping the hard length in your palm before squeezing.
"Careful," Varka rasps against your mouth and when he pulls back to glance at your face a thin line of spit strings between your lips and his. He's worked up, his eyes a little cloudy and his ears flushed all the way to the tips. He just barely ruts into your hand before he manages to reign in his composure, a large and scarred hand coming up to cup your face, thumbing at the softness of your cheek. "Easy, sweetheart. I don't wanna hurt you."
You whine softly, pushing your hand firmer against his trousers before you pout slightly. "But you're so hard," you murmur and Varka lets out a strained chuckle that sounds far from amusing. "And I really want you."
Varka's patience snaps like a dry branch.
Imagine Vincent falling for you, the sweetest person heâs ever met.
Ever since he met you at five years old, he canât recall you ever doing anything wrong or cruel. If he pushed someone, you would defend them and not talk to him until he said sorry. This continued for years, with him basically being wrapped around your little finger. He doesnât understand why youâre so kind or how you can be, but youâre his weakness.
He confesses on your fourteenth birthday, when heâs managed to save up to take you to a nice restaurant. When you say you feel the same as him, he actually tears up - not that heâll ever admit it.
For the next few years, everything is wonderful. You two marry at eighteen, and youâre there when he gets his first job as a weatherman. Vincent promises you heâll get a promotion soon enough, in order to support the family youâre planning - the child youâre carrying. He has it all planned out. Itâll be perfect.
But life is never perfect. As Vincent learns, you canât plan everything. You canât control freak accidents.
Val: So whyâs there a power cut this time?
Velvette: Oh, Vox and Y/N had a fight
Val: Then⌠why are they holding hands?
Velvette: Vox gets abandonment issues when they fight
Miko's quick to notice - PT 3
LAW & RAW, ORDER & OLDER !
CONTENT WARNING. MDNI, fem! reader, law student! reader, lawyer higuruma, 6.9k words, age gap (24&36), fluff & smut, slow burn? game of thrones references, porn with plot, unprotected sex, office sex, rough? sex, sloppy makeouts, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, higuruma is an EATER, spit, praise, choking, pussy spanking, dirty talk, belly bulge, big dick higuruma, he loves eye contact, dacryphilia? heâs mean & cocky if you squint. enjoy!
your pen sits between your teeth as your eyes switch from the thick textbook splayed open on your kitchen island and your laptop screen.
the cursor blinks for the millionth time in your setup word document. countless words plastered in that irritating format of times new roman size twelve that youâve done a thousand times over.
words mutter under your breath as you multitask in reading, taking notes, and applying the newfound information to your assignment.
âhey, is your prof still asking you guys to take internships?â
your roommate comes from hibernating out of her room, eyes glued to her phone as she saunters over to the kitchen.
you barely catch the words that fly out her mouth, brows furrowing as you look up from your work for the first time in hours. the swivel stool you sat on creaks as you sit up straighter, cringing from how long you held that crouching position.
âuhâŚ. no.â you shake your head, confused as to why she brought it up. she was never the type to dwell on your life as a law student unless overhearing about a case study that seemed âtoo juicyâ to skip out on. âdeadlineâs like, next week so theyâre just talking about the paper due the week after to describe our experience so far.â
âoh.â she says, sounding surprised. âwell, did you find anything?â
you hum. âiâve got an interview tomorrow. itâs multi-hire so iâve got a good chance. why?â
ânothing really.â she shrugs, taking a breath as she scavenges the freezer, grabbing the first pint of ice cream she sees. âa friend of my cousin works at this law firm and i think she said theyâre looking for a temp since sheâs going out of the country for a while.â
you nod, chewing on the end of your pen. âsend me their info. iâll check it out.â
so thatâs exactly what you do. your roommate helps you exchange information with this friend who youâve learned to be is a young woman named shimizu. she worked as a assistant for an independent defense attorney, higuruma hiromi.
youâve heard his name a few times from news outlets, primarily known to take on difficult cases but nonetheless highly skilled and quite honestly a prime example of what you hoped to become as far as talent.
shimizu was going overseas for a little over half a year. thatâs entirely way more than what your assignment calls for but you would be paid well plus it could serve as the perfect job to strengthen your experience in law.
it didnât take much for shimizu to hire you, her eagerness to hurry up and leave was clear. she sent you an email describing her normal routine, things to keep an eye on that higuruma normally forgets and a warning to just be patient for any cases he picks up.
naturally, you were nervous. palms sweating as you clutched your purse and tucked the folder shimizu provided tightly between your arm.
your heels clack with each step you make up into the building then finally, in bold letters, âhiguruma law officeâ. you knock, looking around as you wait for a response.
âcome in.â
the voice is so deep it sends chills down your spine. anxiety pools your chest as you twist the handle, making slow hesitant steps into the office.
itâs small but not cramping and fairly neat. you continue forward, making your presence known. who you assume to be higuruma sits at a chair, pen scribbling against a paper at an incredible speed.
he doesnât look up at first, deeply sighing and too focused on the work in front of him. that is until he takes notice of your silence following your entry. his eyes immediately lift, dragging over your attire for a momentary second. âiâm sorry.â he clears his throat, standing then approaching you with his hand out. âhow can i help you?â
âi⌠uhm⌠iâm y/n.â you meet his hand with a nervous smile. âiâm filling in for shimizu?â itâs embarrassing how unsure you sound as if you hadnât met shimizu yourself telling you detail for detail about the duties of the job.
his brows furrow slightly as he slowly slips his hand from your weak grip. he checks his watch then runs his fingers through his hair. âright, right. i forgot about thatâŚâ he sighs, moreso to himself and then nods, pointing to the empty cubicle beside his. âtake a seat, did shimizu already inform you on what weâre currently working on?â
you nod, carefully setting your belongings down and making yourself comfortable on the chair.
âcould i see? if you donât mind.â he stands over you, watching as you turn the monitor on with quickness and log in to your email account, surfing through the important ones you had starred before finally landing on shimizuâs.
higuruma leans over, his presence immediately makes you feel small and you can slightly feel the weight of his chest as he gently grabs the mouse from your hand.
you keep your eyes on the screen, fiddling with your fingers while he looks at the lengthy details relayed. suddenly, he takes a breath then clicks forward and slides the keyboard over.
âlooks good.â he finally stands, eyes dropping down to you. âweâll just be working on that for today. if anything changes iâll let you know.â
for the first three weeks of working for higuruma goes the same way. coming into the office, saying hello, and him sharing any updates on the current case. some days call for extremely long hours, others are your typical. then there were days like today where youâd be traveling together and have to stay overnight at hotels.
one room, separate beds.you and higuruma hadnât crossed that bridge of being comfortable with one another just yet. it was still awkward smiles and brief exchanges of conversation only in relation to work.
with the work day being over, you showered and decided to walk around the hotel for a bit, maybe grab a bite to eat. you also brought your textbooks and laptop so you could use the time to study for the baby bar you have coming up.
you sat at a table, eating as you focus on your studies. no more than half an hour passes when a figure approaches your table.
âmind if i sit?â
your eyes lift at the deep voice, widening for a short second as you realize it to be higurumaâs. he stands there in a plain black t-shirt and same colored plaid pajama pants with a plate of food in his hand.
it was different to see him in a more cosy state rather than being suited up. when you focus on the fact heâs still there, tilting his head as he waits on your response you sit up and nod a bit frantically.
âyesâyes, of course. please sit.â you gesture to the seat ahead of you which he takes.
itâs silent for a moment as youâre more frigid now, eyes glued to your book without reading a damn thing. higuruma pops a fry into his mouth, looking around the semi-packed dining area before returning his attention to you. âyouâre still in school?â
you nod, âin my first year.â
he raises a subtle brow at that which you donât even notice considering youâve found it difficult to always make eye contact with him.
âfirst year?â he hums, chewing down on another fry. âyouâre young.â
âi guessâŚâ you laugh shyly. âitâs not like youâre old.â
he smiles at that, leaning in with his elbows on the table as he continues to take singular bites of his food. âyou donât think so? how old do you think i am?â
you shrug, finally lifting your eyes to scan the features of his face.
he was obviously older than you but you only deduced that from the way he talks and conducts himself yet he didnât share any facial features that gave away his age.
âthirty?â you squint, not wanting to guess too high and he gets offended.
he chuckles, shaking his head. âno, but iâm honored you thought that low. iâm thirty six.â
âstill young.â you smile, dropping your eyes back down.
âso whatâre you learning?â he sighs, leaning back again, spreading his long legs to be more comfortable and points at your books.
ânothing really.â you mumble. âjust studying for the baby bar.â
âwowâŚâ he nods partially in shock, suddenly thinking of the age gap between you. itâs been so long since his days of staying up all day and all night long when preparing for that exam. âyou think youâve got it? i could help you out.â
you definitely donât got it. there were still at least another two months before youâd have to take the exam. all the current information you were learning was still processing and quite honestly you had a habit of doubting your skills and werenât sure if youâd be able to get the score youâre aiming to achieve.
you shake your head at higurumaâs offer. âno, itâs okay. you already have so much going on. i rather not add to that.â
âiâm offering.â he smiles warmly, wanting to assure that it wasnât a big deal as he crosses his arms lazily across his chest.
itâs only for second that you ogle the surprising size of his bicep when itâs contracted. you shake your head again. âiâll be fine. thank you though. i appreciate it.â
higuruma hums not pushing any further on the subject. âdo you drink?â he asks after swallowing down a bite of his burger.
âsometimes.â you shrug, clicking through your documents of notes that you were hardly paying attention to with higuruma making small conversation.
âwould you like to drink now?â
the second time you look at him you see the teasing look in his own as if heâs urging you to loosen up for the night. heâs clearly in the mood to get to know you. perhaps one night of a few drinks wouldnât be so bad.
âi supposeâŚâ you sport a bashful smile, clicking out of your tabs and shutting down your laptop. you set it aside with your textbooks as higuruma orders your first round of drinks.
it starts off timid as if heâs testing the waters with some cocktails then began to try a little of everything. tropical drinks, shots, beer, and wine. of course you limited yourself to one of eachâ aside from the shots due to the fact you had a busy day tomorrow but it was surely enough to get you a bit passed tipsy.
higuruma proved to be holding his liquor better than you, smiling fondly as you babble on about the targaryen family line. at first he was curious about a video you were laughing at from tiktok and had to explain it was from game of thrones. you then learned he never watched the show and thought heâd find major interest in it.
you would yap about the politics, power, family, loyalty, and corruption. though once you got to the targaryens, higuruma had to pause at the mention of inbreeding.
âso whatâs the difference between velaryonsâs and targaryenâs?â
âvelaryon and targaryen are house names.â you giggle, toying with your straw. âfamily lines. being valyrian is like, their racial background.â
âinterestingâŚâ he nods, sipping on his rum & coke. âand whatâs the relationship between uh⌠daenerys? and jon?â
âi really shouldnât be telling you this.â you laugh. âdonât you want to watch it now?â
ââŚi guess youâre right.â he grins, followed by a sigh as he stretches his arms over his head. âshould we watch it tonight?â
you check the time on your phone, it was late. nearing midnight. it was tempting to indulge in a late night watch of one of your favorite shows but youâd probably regret it by the morning.
you bite down on your bottom lip, hiding the smile that wants to show. âitâs lateâŚâ you sigh out. âwe probably shouldnât.â
âthen letâs start now.â he urges, opening his wallet and dropping a few dollars to cover the tab and allow the server to end their night with a more than generous tip. âcâmon.â he gestures his head, holding his hand out to you.
even with being a little drunk, you still felt shy coming in such close contact with higuruma. as you lifted your hand to connect with his, he guided you through the hotel and it grew quieter upon reaching the elevators.
heâs still holding your hand, waiting for them to open. you attempt to ignore the way his thumb gently brushes against your skin rhythmically and how this must look to bystanders. the thought is cut short when the doors finally split open and higuruma lets go of your hand to palm your lower back.
higuruma follows you in, pressing the floor number. you stand side by side, him humming a soft tune whilst you stare down at your feet to avoid meeting his stare that you could feel burning into you.
it was like a breath of fresh air upon reaching your floor and seeing the doors open. higuruma places his hand to your back again, guiding you down the quiet hall before reaching your room.
he presses the keycard to the sensor, following you in. you take slow steps inside, dropping your laptop and textbook onto your bed.
âwhatâs it on?â he huffs, turning on the tv.
you make yourself comfortable under the sheets, sighing in relief from the cold. âhbo.â
he surfs for a few seconds before shaking his head. âi donât think this tv has that.â
âohâŚâ you frown then look at your laptop. âi mean, we could watch it on my laptop?â
he turns, thinking on what that means.
you both knew that meant laying down on the same bed, next to each other. he rubs his chin in thought. âonly if youâre okay with it.â
your body grows hot but you nod slowly, scooting over to make space for him. he eyes the empty space for a few seconds, making hesitant steps forward. âare you sure? we could always watch it another time.â
ââŚitâs okay.â you spoke softly. âi want to watch it with you.â
he smiles at that, proceeding to lift up the covers and tuck himself under the covers beside you. the immediate warmth of his skin brushes yours and the two of you look at each other the moment heâs settled.
his eye contact is so intense and⌠unsettling almost that it has chills run down your spine. you want to look away but higuruma speaks up before you can.
âyouâre really shy for a future lawyer.â
your brows furrow at his statement. âmânot.â
âyou are.â he chuckles, eyes low as he can feel the crash from all the drinks overtake him.
âi think itâs just you.â you boldly argue.
he raises a brow. âyeah? what about me makes you so shy?â
you open your mouth but nothing can follow through especially with him so close you can feel your stomach churn when you catch yourself looking at his lips. âjust⌠shut up.â you huff, grabbing for your laptop.
higuruma laughs, watching you log into hbo, searching for game of thrones. he steps out of the bed momentarily to turn off the lights before you can press start.
you settle the laptop atop both your legs, sighing as you press play on the first episode.
within the first thirty minutes, you fall asleep, your head rested against higurumaâs shoulder. he stayed up through three episodes, thoroughly enjoying the cause of events but forced himself to go to sleep or else heâd be having a rough day.
by the time the morning comes and your alarm goes off, you groan softly, eyes struggling to flutter open. you aimlessly search for your phone, shutting off the annoying sound before laying back down but then you feel a touch of skin.
you fully open your eyes, face twisting in fear at the sight of higuruma in your bed sound asleep. you werenât that drunk where you didnât remember wanting to watch game of thrones together but you werenât sure why he stayed on your bed through the rest of the night.
you poked him, the action immediately waking him up. he breathes heavily, eyes fluttering open. he turns his head to face you. âgood morning.â
ââŚmorning.â you mumble, all the slight confidence you gained last night completely gone. though you did feel a certain comfortability now around him.
âsleep okay?â he husks out, lifting himself from the bed.
you nod, nervously twisting the sheets.
he checks the time. it was still early and you wouldnât be meeting with your client until the afternoon. âdo you want breakfast?â
âsure.â
âanything in particular?â he grabs his keys from the nightstand, swinging them around his pointer finger.
âyour choice.â you shrug.
he hums. âgo shower. get dressed. iâll be back.â
you do as he says, showering, getting dressed, then eat breakfast with him once he gets back.
the day follows on as planned, you meet with the client, discuss the case, write down details, aim to search for more evidence and layout options.
for the next few weeks, you spent long hours traveling with higuruma to collect more evidence in support of your case. for a time you were able to juggle all the work but the stress of your bar exam coming up was starting to take a toll.
you wanted more time to study but you also had to sacrifice a lot of time to help higuruma. so you start to force yourself to stay up most nights, hardly getting any sleep, caffeine intake drastically rising.
it not only began to present itself through your physical presence but with the way you interacted with higuruma. at first he could understand having been in your position of working between school, studying, and work but as the weeks passed he noticed your decline was starting to affect your work performance.
heâd allow for a few things to slide but not at the risk of a client's future behind bars. so when he asks you a question and you remain too zoned out to answer, heâll sigh.
ây/n.â
âhm?â youâll hum, pen twisting between your teeth, completely focused on the textbook laid out.
âlook at me.â he commands, tone still gentle as he waits for your eyes to meet his. higuruma was completely aware of your inability to do so but he couldnât care at the moment. so when you only lift them for a second as if to show you were listening then drop them back to your computer screen he shakes his head with a sigh.
you donât even notice him stand then come around to palm your chair until he shuts your laptop closed and snatches the pen from your hand. he ignores your surprised reaction. âis this becoming too much for you?â
you frown, opening your mouth to say something but you canât follow through. instead you shake your head.
he spins you in your seat, forcing you to face him. âcan you look at me when iâm speaking to you, please?â
âhiguruma, iâm sorryââ you start with a small pout, not listening to what he asked.
âyou donât need to apologize. just look at me.â
itâs silent for a few seconds and you finally flicker your eyes up to look at him. a hand rests on the chair, the other on your desk completely caging you in. you can smell the strong but warm scent of his cologne that radiates off his skin and clothes.
âis this too much for you?â he asks again. âi can give you a break.â
ân-no.â you deny his inquisition. âthe work is fine. itâs just⌠the studying. iâve got my exam coming up really soon, iâm sorry.â
âitâs fine.â he assures, âlook, on the weekends and on our breaks, iâll help you study. itâs not nice seeing you like this, okay?â
you nod and he stands at his full height, comfortably squeezing your shoulder then patting your head. âtake a nap. you look like you need it.â
there was about one more month left until youâd have to take the exam and higuruma keeps through on his promise and dedicates any moment of extra time he has to help you study.
his methods actually allowed you to gain more sleep, balance work more appropriately, and retain the information easier. you genuinely felt like you were learning. you even complimented higuruma on his skills of teaching, claiming that heâd make a great professor.
this continues throughout the month until it was time for the actual day. he helped you study in the morning for a bit, not too much as he didnât want to override your brain. he got you breakfast and decided to drop you off at the testing site.
âiâll be right here, okay?â
you nod, looking at him with a solemn smile. you hesitate at first but overwhelmed by your emotions you reach over the console to give him a hug. âthank youâŚâ
he lets out a breath that sounds close to a laugh, hands coming around to circle your body. his palm rubs up and down your back in a comforting motion. âyouâve got this.â he whispers. âgood luck.â
you head into the building, gone for a total of three and a half hours. he fell asleep in the car for about an hour until he hears three rampant knocks to the passenger window.
he sees your figure standing there with other individuals following out the building. immediately, he unlocks the door, watching you hop into the car without a word.
âhow do you think you did?â he sighs, turning the ignition of the car.
you can only shrug, anxiety riddled through your body. passing was the only option for you. you opted out in taking it the first month the exam is taken so youâd have more time to study. this was your last chance or else you wouldnât be able to advance in your studies.
higuruma takes in your worrisome expression, reaching his hand out to gently squeeze your shoulder. âshould we go out for some drinks?â
you let out a small laugh, looking at him and nodding.
the two of you settle for some small bar, doing the same as before. indulging in every kind of drink but still keeping limitations. eventually, higuruma suggested to watching game of thrones and you in your slightly drunk state of mind couldnât deny.
you end up at his home because you were too scared of what your roommate might say if you brought higuruma home. you step into the threshold, eyes wide as you stare around in awe.
âwhy is it so empty?â you giggle, noticing the lack of⌠anything.
it was as if he simply bought the house and disregarded buying any furniture, dishes, and utensils. does he even live here? was your initial thought as you scavenged through his pantry, cabinets, and refrigerator only to find nothing that could saturate your hunger.
âi spend most of my time at the office.â he huffs, tugging off his suit jacket and tossing it on his sofa. âi mainly come back here to shower and change clothes.â
you hum, clutching your purse as you continue to look around, dragging your fingers along surfaces.
thatâs sort of become your lifestyle too now. youâve no doubt seen higuruma more than your own roommateâ which supported why you definitely couldnât bring him over without warning.
he steps towards you, pointing to your purse and jacket. âwould you like to shower?â
âthatâd be niceâŚâ you nod, handing him your belongings to toss with his jacket.
he grabs an extra towel he luckily had and his pajamas for you to wear since you didnât have any clothes of your own. âi plan to order some food, do you want anything in particular?â
âdealerâs choice.â you smile at him. he nods, leaving you to shower as he picks on what to eat. you shower for about half an hour as you spent half of that time snooping around his restroom for any indication of a woman being here.
it was surely none of your business but you couldnât help but find yourself intrigued by higuruma. naturally, amongst the things you wondered about was if he shared a life with someone. though it shouldâve been obvious with the way he never spends his time at home and the simple fact of you being here.
you dried yourself off, putting on his clothes and unsure of where to put the used towel, you walk into his bedroom searching for a hamper. though you find yourself eager to just look around. there wasnât much to find except for the basics.
you open his closet and find a wide range of suits all in black and white along with his pajamas that were the same color. he also had a distinct collection of watches and cologne.
you end up spraying the different fragrances into the air, adoring the mixture of them being woody, earthy, and citrusy. you take one, spraying it onto yourself.
âhaving fun?â
you turn fast on your feet, startled by his voice. he sports a teasing smile and you canât help but feel your body grow hot in embarrassment. âum⌠sorryâŚâ you laugh nervously, placing the cap back on to the cologne and settling it back in its original spot.
he shakes his head, fond of how you looked, âitâs alright. i ordered chinese.â he then hands you the remote to the tv and his phone for you to track the food. âlog in to hbo. iâll go take a quick shower.â
you nod, heading back out and taking a seat on his sofa. you log into hbo and as you waited, you ended up using his phone to scroll through tiktok. you definitely couldâve used your own but it felt more fun to use his considering the fact he didnât even have the app in the first place.
the food arrived and within ten minutes after higuruma was done with his shower, fully dressed. he was wearing the same thing as you with the exception of his clothes looking larger on your frame.
he takes a seat beside you, spreading out the arrangement of food he bought on the mini table he had. you press play on the show and hour after hour you felt happier, completely forgetting that you even had an exam today. forgetting that you spent months worrying about this very day all thanks to higuruma.
you always grew a certain amount of courage after drinking so it went without a thought for you to sigh after feeling full then lean sideways to rest your head on his shoulder.
âthank you for today.â you mumble, eyes glued to the screen.
higurumaâs sprawled back, legs spread until you lean against him.
he doesnât want to think too hard about the current proximity, simply enjoying the moment as he throws an arm around you so youâd feel more comfortable snuggling up to him.
âyou deserved it.â he squeezes you gently and you donât say anything in response, just cozying up to him some more.
from that day, you and higuruma grew closer than ever and you began to notice that you often thought about him, smiled at him more, opened up, and gained the courage to look at him longer.
with every compliment, touch, and night that you spent at his house watching game of thrones whilst eating food, there was no denying that you shared particular feelings for him.
and as the weeks past, you began to wonder what you should do with these feelings until the time came where the scores for the bar exam were out. the two of you were sat in the office per usual, and you received an email notification describing that the scores for the exam were out and where to check them.
you swallowed thickly, logging in to your admissions portal.
âdid you ever get a copy of the prosecution's discovery?â higuruma asks, mindlessly flipping through a file.
his question is followed by silence and heâll lift his head. ây/n?â
upon the continuous silence, higuruma rolls on his chair, peeking his head over to your cubicle to see you hiding your face and your shoulders shaking. concerned at the sight, he stands, and approaches you to palm your shoulder and thatâs when he begins to understand that youâre crying when a fragile sob falls past your lips.
his heart burns at the broken sound. âwhatâs wrong?â his eyes lift to your monitor and see the familiar page of the exam results. he scrolls through the letter to see youâve passed.
a laugh of relief spills from his throat, glad that your reaction isnât due to any devastating news. his hand circles around your wrist and tugs at it. âcome here.â
you slowly stand, allowing your emotions to flow upon feeling his arms encircle you tightly. youâll cry into his chest, managing to thank him through your tears. heâll shush you, rubbing at your back and cradling the back of your head.
âyou did such a good job.â he murmurs into your hair.
he continues to mumble praises into your hair and ear, holding and consoling you until your crying has calmed down. once he hears you letting out small breaths to control your breathing, he pulls back, wiping at your tear stained cheeks. âiâm so proud of you.â
your body grows hot at the compliment paired with his stare as he gently cups your cheek, thumb swiping across the skin.
you let out a shaky breath, not sure if it was from your crying or that feeling pooling between your legs. your eyes drop down to his lips then back up to his eyes. higuruma does the same and you canât help but curl your fingers around his dress shirt.
both of your breathing picks up and neither of you are sure of what to do in this moment. you can feel his free hand drop from your back then down to your waist as you each exchange flickering looks between your lips and eyes.
âhigurumaâŚâ you breathe out and he shakes his head, closing his eyes then pressing his forehead to yours.
âhiromi.â he corrects, switching his hand that cups your cheeks to palm the back of your neck. âmy name⌠say it. thatâs all i need.â
you fight the whine that bubbles in your throat, gripping tightly onto him as you open your mouth. âhiromiâŚâ
he gives in at the immediate desperation his name holds, roughly pressing you against him so your lips could meet.
the two of you have your hands moving everywhere along your bodies and a gasp rushes from your lungs as he frantically lifts you onto the desk.
items clatter everywhere as he knocks them away whilst dipping his tongue into your mouth. itâs frantic and eager the way your mouths clash together. soft groans and moans spilling into the air as papers crumble beneath your figure.
you kick off your heels as hiromi hikes your skirt around your hips, pressing your back against the surface and knocking your legs open with his knees, revealing the lace panties hidden underneath them.
he presses himself against you with a rough groan, one hand hoisting your leg at his waist, whilst the other taps your cheek then grips your face to press into them. âopen.â
your jaw widens, and hiromi hums before spitting in your mouth then leaning in to connect your lips again.
heâs hard and big.
itâs all you can think of as your tongues mesh together in perfect harmony.
weeks of built up feelings that you both tried so hard to fight all falling at the seams. you reach up to tug at his black roots as he unconsciously ruts himself against your clothed core.
you take advantage when he finally pulls away, a string of saliva following with him. his lips are swollen and covered in spit as he leans down to kiss along your jaw, then suck at the skin of your neck. you pant feverishly against his ear, gripping tighter onto him each time his bulge connects with your clit just right.
deep shaky breaths fly through his nose as rolls his hips, eyes squeezing tightly from the tightness building in his pants. it felt so fucking good to hear those soft whimpers and moans escape your lips. âfeels so good.â he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. you two practically rubbing against each other like bunnies in heat without even starting the main course.
you whimper feeling yourself clench around nothing. your hands grasp for higuruma and he hums, kissing just below your ear. âgonna cum?â
you nod, mouth slacked open as he breathes harshly against your neck. âthatâs okay, sweetheart.â he huffs, using his free hand to travel down between your bodies. fuck, he thinks the moment his fingers feel how drenched your panties are. your eyes blow wide as he pinches your clothed clit then rubs in tight circles. âyou can cum, itâs okay.â
âoh my god.â you tremble and writhe against his lengthy figure, clawing at his back and arms as you feel lost on what to hold on with your orgasm building every second.
he stops the movement of his hips, grasping your neck so youâd be staring straight at him as he picks up the pace of his fingers. âcome on.â he licks his lips, maintaining the eye contact he forces you to hold. âi wanna see you. youâre almost there.â
âhiromiââ you choke on the air, threatening to close your eyes but he shakes your head, warning you to keep them open as your body trembles from the euphoria that overcomes you.
âgood job.â he wipes at your forehead and cheeks, standing to his full height. you use his tie to lift yourself up, meeting your lips again and immediately sloshing your tongue with his. while he fumbles to unbutton your shirt you do the same then aggressively toss off his tie. his large hands grope at your breast before unclipping your bra to flick and twist at your nipple. you moan into his mouth, fingertips caressing the light muscles of his abs.
he finds it quite amusing how you flinch with each twist and tug but nonetheless you let him continue his worship of your body. he leaves your skirt cinched around your waist, squeezing your hips then slowly tugs your panties down your legs.
you canât imagine what he plans to do next until he drops both his hands behind your thighs, pressing them down as far as he can before bending down to dip his head between your legs.
his tongue flattens against your leaking hole, sucking up all slick your pussy produced. you reach straight for his hair, choking on a moan. âw-wait, i canât.â you tell him, quivering at the sudden sensation. it certainly didnât help with how big his nose is, he had the advantage to nudge it against your clit each lick and suck.
âi just want to taste you.â his voice vibrates against you, eliciting a strangled moan out of you. âis that okay, love?â he pulls back momentarily, mouth and nose coated in your juices as he presses a kiss to either side of your thighs.
what gets you is the fact he genuinely waits on your response. you nod feebly and he presses a kiss to your clit. âthank you.â is all he says before continuing his actions. your eyes immediately squeeze shut and youâre not sure if youâre trying to push his head or pull him closer. regardless, your back arches off the desk, pulling at his hair as he holds you down to prevent any more of your squirming.
a sound of absolute satisfaction rumbles in his chest and higuruma loses himself in your taste. heâs quite filthy really. you wouldâve never expected him to be the type of man that relentlessly switches between licking, spitting, and sucking the way he does. a small pool of liquid has likely formed under you by now.
âr-romi, mâ gonna cum.â he hears, feeling the way you buck up against his mouth and quite literally has to force himself off you at the announcement. he seethes in a breath, huffing and puffing, licking around his mouth.
higuruma stands straight again, unbuckling his belt, letting out a soft breath as he no longer feels constricted. your eyes fall when he drops his pants and briefs. shit. i mean, you figured he was big but not that fucking big.
you yelp as he pulls you to the edge of the table, slapping his thick cock against your drooling hole that pulses around nothing.
âcan i?â he collects your mess between his fingers, spreading your folds and gliding his shaft between them.
you nod but higuruma shakes his head then grips your neck to pull you up. âtell me, sweetheart. can i?â
âp-please.â you look up at him, all doe eyed and desperate. his hand squeezes your neck and keeps you looking at him as he uses his other hand to pull you closer, prodding in just the tip then slowly pushes himself into your warm, gushing cunt. your mouth slacks open at the stretch, gasping for air as higuruma squeezes tighter from the way you sporadically clench around his length.
heâs only halfway in and itâs taking all his energy to not cum. your pussy is torturously sucking him in, so much so a quivering grunt echoes from his chest. he pats your thigh in response. âease up, itâs just me, darling.â he tells you, and you want to laugh at how serious heâs being. ease up? not fucking possible when at least eight inches length and formidable girth was pushing itself into you.
once heâs finally filled to the hilt. your legs cross around his hips, grasping his wrist, preventing him from squeezing too tight on your throat. âyouâre always such a good girl⌠so smart and beautiful.â he praises, leaning in to peck your lips then follows with butterflies kisses along your jaw and neck then comes back up to meet your lips again. your mouths twist slower, fiery and brimmed with passion to distract you from the roll of his hips.
âso warm.â he moans against your lips, biting down and sucking on your bottom one. he finally lets go of your neck, pushing you on your back again then clasping both thighs as leverage to pummel himself deep into your pussy. he groans along to your whimpers and moans, dark eyes focused on the imprint that shows itself on your stomach with every thrust.
his light abs glisten with sweat, his brows furrowed as he zones into the way he disappears in and out of your pussy that sucks him in and coats his base white.
papers crumble beneath your fist as your moans are pulled closer together, the indication that your orgasm was fast approaching. the effect likely to be huge since you already had your first and was denied your second. hiromi grunts, fixing you into a mean semi-mating press, legs over his shoulders as his balls mercilessly slap against your skin to echo around the office space.
âgonna cum.â you quiver but higuruma smacks your clit as if thatâs supposed to help.
âhold it.â
âi-i canât.â you look at him, pouting.
his eyes snap up to meet yours and he smacks you again. âhold it.â
he somehow moves faster and harder, harshly breathing with sweat beading down his temple. after a minute, youâre completely spent, eyes watering as you shake your head. âromi, please. i canât hold it.â
âshhh.â he huffs, pressing his palm over your mouth, viciously chasing the high of his orgasm. he rolls his eyes shut, sticking two fingers into your mouth. âgo. hurry up and cum.â
itâs only a few seconds after his command that your waves come crashing down, body yearning to close upon itself due to the overstimulation but higuruma keeps you spread open, still thrusting for what feels like over a minute.
he pulls out, a hand immediately coming to pump at his length, the other angling your body just right so when he forces your mouth open, hot spurts of his cum land on your breasts, chin, and tongue.
hiromi takes a breath that sounds like heâs inhaling fresh air, squeezing at his tip to extract every ounce of his fill. he takes a good and long look at your weak body, collecting his remains that landed on you to push back into your mouth.
âso beautifulâŚâ he cups your cheek, holding you upright since you clearly canât. âyou alright? did i hurt you?â
âno⌠iâm okay.â you mumble, staring up at him as if he held up the moon and stars. âwas i?⌠okay?â
âabsolutely, love.â his brows furrow, gently caressing your skin as he looks at you. âmore than okay. perfect.â
you smile shyly at that and he has a similar question on his mind as he helps in cleaning you up. âare we okay?â
âam i okay for you?â
hiromi has begun to understand your naturally shy and timid nature but it also crossed his mind that your sense of overthinking would come into play with your age gap.
it wasnât drastic of course but he would never want to put you in a position that made you seemingly uncomfortable.
you nod with a small smile, gripping his bicep and pulling him in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. âmore than okay⌠perfect.â
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