Ok so Iâve literally never posted on tumblr before bc I like just stalking but recently Iâve gotten into writing for fandoms and might post a few things. If youâre reading this itâs probably bc I actually got the courage to post hmâŠ.
So hi everyone, my name is Ellie (she/her), Iâm a 19yr old broke ahh college student, so donât expect too much consistency unfortunately. Until I finally get the illustrious AO3 account this is my publishing ground.
Higuruma first started seeing you the week heâd moved his independent firm to the neighborhood your cafe was in. At the time everything in his life had been a rushed mess of moving parts; commutes, organizing files, finding an assistant, the whole works. He only went home to bathe, sleep, if he was lucky perhaps heâd have a meal at home.
For the fifth day in a row of dragging himself into his new office he knew he needed something to keep him awake. Work was his passion, his life, he needed to commit to those he defends. Canât do that if heâs half asleep in court can he?
A bell dinged above the door frame and the head of the worker at the drink bar swiveled to greet him. You smiled brightly, âHello, welcome in!â And when he saw you, early in the morning with sleep laden eyes, something finally fell still. It was just you and Higuruma inside, lucky him it mustâve been a slow day. You walked towards the register he was standing and kept a light smile, âWhat can I get you?â
Higuruma hummed indecisively and looked at the menu above him, written in chalk, charming. You piped up before heâd gotten the chance to think, âWant a suggestion? I find Iâm pretty good at them.â His eyes tracked to yours which crinkled so perfectly, could you this place get anymore charming? Higuruma nodded towards you, âGo ahead.â
âA double shot Americano, hot, you seem busy. Itâs quick to make and you might need the caffeine.â He considered for a moment, usually he just said black coffee, call him old fashioned but it was an easy order. Everything else has been so different recently why not try something else. Not that an Americano would taste all too different anyway.
âSure, it sounds like you know what youâre doing.â He didnât exactly laugh but he gave you a smile back while he rifled through his wallet for 500 yen.
âCan I ask for your name?â You held out your hand.
âHiguruma.â He dropped the coins in your hand and you threw them in the register.
âOk Higuruma, itâll be out in a moment.â
You left the register to make his drink and Higuruma turned to look around at the interior, there were again a few chairs and tables adorned with soft tablecloths and a few had lamps on them, he thought this was the kind of place heâd have done his University work at a millennium ago. The espresso machine drew his attention away as it whirred and he felt you stare at him over it.
âAre you new to the area? Not to Tokyo but to the neighborhood.â He leaned against a table to look at you, âHowâd you know?â
âJust havenât seen you before, the Adachiâs didnât seem to recognize you either.â You placed his drink on the counter, the Adachiâs mustâve been that old couple that stared at him. âHere you are Higuruma.â
He took it from the counter and the cup warmed his hand. âThank you.â Higuruma nodded and started for the door, âMy pleasure, Iâll see you again soon.â You said it so assured he knew heâd have to come back. The door bell rang on his way out and the old couple had left, only empty cups sat on the table in their stead.
He also found out you were open late nights on weekends.
Heâd left his office far earlier than usual, only 8pm this time. He chose to walk a different path to the station heâd commute home from, he chose to walk down your street. Lights from neighborhood houses were dimmed and most businesses on the street were quiet or closed.
Heâd stopped just near the front door, expensive leather shoes glued to the sidewalk. Heâd just seen you that morning, wouldnât it be rather strange if he came again at night? From his side the old woman Adachi stared at him, though much kinder this time, and resumed talking with her husband quickly. He peeled his shoes off the ground and entered.
The familiar bell chime welcomed him, followed by the sound of your voice as you chatted with a pair of elderly women at one of your interior tables. Seems your busiest time was at night. You turned your head to the chime and the stretch of your lips into a smile caused his heartbeat to quicken. It must have been since law school that heâd felt this kind of rush from anyoneâs attention.
âOh Higuruma, itâs so good to see you again. Are you just getting off work?â You walked up to him, stood awkwardly in the doorway and ushered him to an empty seat at the drink bar with a hand on his arm. He followed swiftly and sat on the plush seat, his briefcase dropped to the side of it. âCanât help the late nights huh?â You rounded the bar and stood opposite him. Higuruma answered earnestly, âWhen I start something I canât leave it alone.â.
âHow about dinner? On the house of course, I ought to keep a hardworking lawyer from starving.â
Heâd gone to dismiss the idea, of course heâd pay. But you quickly silenced him. âI insist Higuruma. Least I can do for all the pleasant mornings you give me.â
The elderly women at the table you were just at giggled obnoxiously. He had to swallow down his heart beat. It would be unfitting of a man in his 30âs to be flustered so easily over a personâs affection. He yielded to your whims and watched you walk off to the kitchen.
âHope you like curry, itâs all I had prepared today.â He was snapped out of his daydream by the only thing more beautiful than it.
âWho am I to complain about a free meal?â You slid him utensils and breathed out a laugh at his unusual absentmindedness. He wondered if you ever had the same fantasies as him.
Youâd check in on him whenever youâre by the bar during your cleaning and eventually the place clears out. The plate in front of him was clean of food and his watch reads 8:45. Normal Higuruma would be surprised he spent forty five minutes eating since he hardly takes even fifteen to do so; Though he knew that the majority of the time was spent people watching, people being you.
âOh wow was my cooking that good or were you just hungry?â You take the plate and utensils from him and they join the rest in the sink. âNo no, your cooking is exceptional.. I didnât know you were open so late.â As he says that you flip the open sign to close. âWell I close on Sundays so I can sleep in.. and do my restock but sleeping in is the best part.â
What Higuruma wouldnât do to spend a soft morning in bed with you. Heâd be wrapped in your arms and your hands would comb through his hair whispering to him to stay in bed just a little longer. Maybe you see the way heâs looking at you, brown eyes filled with yearning, because you lean across the bar to get closer to him.
âHow about you come by every Saturday night? Itâd make me happy to know youâre fed and.. well itâd be nice to see you more.â Higuruma canât say heâs stunned or taken aback, it was obvious you held affection for him as he was sure you knew of his. But it was a line neither of you had crossed yet, no feeling admitted or said out loud but an open invitation for something more. An invitation he was eager to jump at.
âIâd like nothing more.â Higuruma stood and you watched attentively as he bent to pick his briefcase. By the time he straightened himself out you were at the door with keys jingling in hand. You pulled the door open from him and allowed him to pass by you. From the sidewalk you were swallowed by warm light, illuminating the figure he saw before as holy refuge.
âAh wait Higuruma..â Your free hand twitched, your fingers seemed to draw toward his but you didnât take the extra step to hold his.
âYes?â
â.. No. Never mind, next time. Make it home safe.â
He nodded, what had you wanted to tell him? Would you tell him the next half hour he spends with you before he goes to his office? Would you be so cruel as to torture him with the wait until next Saturday? Would you let him grab your hand next time and kiss it? He would confess to the things heâs wanted from you for all these weeks and youâd tell him everything you wanted from him.
âIâll see you Monday. Sleep well.â The street's darkness enveloped him, a stark cold in comparison to your brilliant warmth.
A/N 2: Is it crazy I kind of romanticize pplâs 30âs. Idk itâs just kinda cute (coming from a 19 year old LMAO). I just donât have a daddy kink so itâs hard for me to see an older man like that unless reader is same age </3 Iâm sorry I just see my man from 30yr old tinted glasses. I think I plan for the next part to be out maybe next week?
Youâre Shokoâs favorite coworker! Ok maybe favorite is downplaying how she feels.
A/N: Iâve never written for Shoko but I really love her! Sorry if sheâs ooc guys.. This oneâs just a short drable but Iâd love to do more!
Warnings: A little suggestive but nothing insane. Youâre describing as a little feminine.
Youâre Shokoâs favorite âregularâ here at Jujutsu High. She doesnât get many people she likes visiting her. Just injured students or other sorcerers after getting roughed up on missions. Other than that primarily just Ichiji and Gojo. But Ichiji is a little too awkward and Gojo just likes to bug her. Affectionately. But very annoying.
You on the other hand, offer something a little brighter to her day. She didnât exactly know what to call your relationship. Friends that flirted? Courting? Soft launching without words?
âGood morning Shoko, coffee?â You handed her a cup of coffee hot enough to warm her palms.
âThank you.â She sighs out, exhausted for a day that hasnât begun. You always took the time to visit her before beginning your daily tasks. She knew you were busy too, Jujutsu High wasnât the easiest place to work at. But the smile that graced her mornings made it seem like the workload didnât effect you.
You left a peck on her cheek before sauntering out her door. Your lips burned on her cheek long after theyâd left it. She loved to watch you move, something about your figure. Shoko swore on occasion youâd lean over her shoulder just right so she could catch a look at your bra. Shoko decided she liked the idea of you wearing that lace for her, however cliche it was.
The rest of Shokoâs day went by monotonously until lunch, save for a few injured students dropped off by Gojo and the text message from you telling her you were dropping by for lunch. What can she say, she just loves it when you come to her first.
After sending the last kid away to class like any other non-sorcerer nurse would, just without an ice pack, she lit a cigarette. Her nursing office undoubtedly reeked of it but as long as you didnât complain she couldnât care less. After youâd come around to act as another assistant manager along side Ichiji youâd been all her thoughts ran around. You and your flirting and tight skirts and cleavage on display, hopefully just for her. Smoke left her lips in a powerful huff in time with a knock.
âShoko! Can I come in?â You paused when she didnât answer, was it cruel of her to tease? Maybe. But she couldnât get enough of your attention. âHey I know youâre there! Do you want the food I brought or not?!â Shoko stood from her squeaky office chair and started towards the door. Her heels clicked with every step and sheâs sure you heard because Shoko could hear you fussing beyond the barrier. She pulled the door open and you smiled, lips pulled up just right, you looked hardly worn from the day. Shoko was sure she looked worse for wear.
âCare to take your usual seat?â As if there wasnât only one chair besides her own in her office. You giggled a little and dropped a convenience store bag on her desk before sliding the old chair up. The food itself was nothing special of course. You complained about having to manage paperwork for an accident earlier today- one Shoko was sure was the reason Gojo had dropped off those students earlier. She let you ramble, watching the way your body bounced with your hands as you wildly explained the day away. Her cigarette sat forgotten in her ash tray. You deserved her undivided attention.
You checked your watch and stood slowly, having to push your pretty black skirt down a little, it had ridden up in just the right way to give her a good view of your thighs. It was hard to decide if sheâd rather rest her head on or in between them. Thatâs an after work thought though.
âOk Iâve got to go but.. uhm Iâll see you after work for drinks right?â
âYou think Iâd say no to you?â
You planted a kiss on the opposite cheek before scurrying out of her office leaving behind the lingering scent of your perfume, and this time, a lipstick stain.
Short Higuruma Drabble about reader and him being defense lawyers at the same firm, suffering together, and him wanting you bad.
Word count: 1.1K
CW: None! As per usual reader is GN no pronouns but âyouâ used!
A/N: I love him so much- I feel like this is a little OOC ugh, heâs really hard to write but Iâm learning. I feel like Higuruma is the kind of man to yearn for someone similar to himself. My ask box is open pretty pls send some :)
It was well past sunset when Higuruma pulled his head out of paperwork and checked his watch, 8:15pm. Only two lights in the firm were on, the one from his office and the one from his colleagueâs office across the hall. The firm closed at 5pm but he had always stayed late working on case after case. He knew you did the same.
You were a defense lawyer too, seeking justice for those you felt were innocent. Every case that came across your desk you took. He watched them worked you and your assistant to the grave. He found solace in the similarities to himself and he hoped to god the amount he thought about you was normal.
Higuruma had to admit since youâd began a career at his firm years ago heâd not stopped having subtle small thoughts about you. Always small and in the back of his mind but you held presence in his brain nonetheless.
Higuruma looked forward to seeing you throughout the day, those moments usually being the highlights of his day. He knew you often visited the bakery a block away from the firm everyday for coffee- maybe for something sweet on a bad morning. Heâd started going a few times a week to see you and get a few words of conversation in before you two entered work. You never failed to greet him when you saw him in line, exhaustion as heavy in your face as his.
Then youâd walk with him to the firm and take the crowded elevator together in silence. He just liked feeling your presence near him. Heâd pass you in the hallway of the courthouse when your cases went to trail- you both wished each other luck. Most cases he took ended in a guilty verdict, yours did too.
And on nights like this when he was separated by the door to your office he wished you would work on your cases with him. That instead of the lonely silence that hung around him for the most of his days the sound of you sighing, the scribble of your pens or fingers tapping on keys would fill his office.
Higuruma stood ungracefully from his seat and pushed his hair back, it was late enough to call it a day. He would be back in the early in the morning. Heâd gathered his things and locked his office, your light was now the only guiding light in the firm. He took a few steps to your door and knocked,
âIâm headed out.â
Heâd gotten into the habit of telling you when he left. Something felt right about saying bye at the end of the night, on occasion you would join him. He hoped you would today.
He heard rustling beyond the door and with a creak he was graced with the sight you- disheveled from long hours- and yet he thought you an angel.
âI should leave tooâŠâ you yawned and reached for your coat resting on a rack near your office door. You slid it on and his attention stayed on your sleep deprived face. Youâd smiled at him when you noticed, smile lines creased against your cheeks.
âYou donât mind if I join you do you?â
Higuruma answered immediately, âNot at all.â
You flicked off the lights and stepped out of your office, Higuruma closed the door behind you and you thanked him. He walked you slowly down the hall, you were hardly a few inches away from him and he got a view of you he treasured. He liked to think not many other people got to see you in low lighting, head half hung from a hard day, misstepping from exhaustion. You looked neat coming into the firm today, not that he ever thought you looked unpresentable. Higuruma would have liked to hold your arm to keep you straight up but that would be a little too far for an appropriate work relationship.
The elevator dinged and much like your morning rides you two fell into silence. He wished he had more words for you, unlike courtroom semantics casual conversation was never something he excelled in. You didnât seem to mind.
Eventually you made it out to street and started for your first subway line. Higuruma was grateful it was the same as his. Maybe the scene would have been romantic if he had the nerve to put his ever present thoughts into words but guilt kept him. You were busy, he was too. How would a relationship work between you two anyway? Fleeting touches and words that hung in the air, rush in the morning with so little reprise at night. Higuruma wondered if you ever felt as lonely as he did.
It was busy, even this late, late night workers heading home were shoved together like sardines on stuffy train cars. Higuruma was stood pressed against your side, you had a hand on a strap above your head mirroring himself. The subway took off with a start, jostling you further into him. You gripped this upper arm to stay upright. Your face crinkled into a quiet laugh as you apologized and dropped your hand again, he wanted to tell you it was ok to hold onto him. The proximity was egging him on. Higuruma often had innocent thoughts of holding your hand during these commutes, resting his head on top of yours and drifting off in your comfort during the ride.
By his side he noticed your head drop before you picked it back up again, only to repeat the action again and again. You were drained from a complicated case youâd accepted, heâd been there many times too. The commute was smooth after the first jolt, smooth enough so that he could feel your head fall against him and stay there. Your eyes were open but looking past the window of the subway at the passing tunnel. Higuruma adjusted his grip on the strap above him, not daring to move the side you were resting on.
It felt inappropriate to ask, âWhy?â âWhat changed in that moment that you would let me have this?â so he said nothing and let you. A few stops passed with you on his side before your stop was called, you picked yourself off him and gave him that smile he adored so much.
âSee you tomorrow, bright and early.â
You let a hand rub his shoulder before sliding past him into a crowd of people leaving the subway. He hadnât gotten the chance to say goodbye to you. Nothing he could say to you would be right. Higuruma knew he was in love with you, perhaps this was the first time heâd truly experienced wordlessness, no case had tied his tongue like you.
A/N 2: If youâre my follower and you followed me for Waterboy I am sincerely sorry đ but I got too much love for my real man.
Youâre an inn keeper that manages meals for your patrons. Laios and his party happen to visit you quite often. Laios probably more than the rest.
Warnings: none! just fluff :)
Work Count: 1k
(Reader gn! written in 2nd person so no pronouns)
A/N: I recently rewatched Dungeon Meshi and needed something good for the soul. Finals are a bitchâŠ
âThat smells good, what are you making?â
Laios had, as per usual, found his way into the inn kitchen as you worked away at dinner for the patrons. Your father had offered dinner and breakfast with the price of rooms and taking over for him you couldnât get rid of the tradition. Even if it was a little inconvenient for you running this place alone, maybe you just continued out of respect for your father.
Perhaps that tradition is what kept your favorite patron coming to your inn.
âSince when did you get in here?â
You turned over your shoulder to see the blonde man standing in your kitchen riffling through your vegetables and preserves on the shelves. His long sleeved shirt was slightly scuffed up, likely from his armor. Youâd let Laios into your kitchen several times before once youâd gotten to know him over a few stays.
âI finished cleaning up my notes and I smelt dinner.â
You laughed, of course he had. Youâd turned back to your cutting board and let your knife fall through a pair of leeks. It was winter now so all your inn's garden held for you was winter roots. Steam bubbles out of the large pot sat on the stove. Rich creamy scents wafted through the kitchen, you couldnât see it but you were sure Laios was drooling.
âWhat are you cooking?â
Laios walked right past you to stare at the boiling soup. You knew heâd ask again after not getting a response the first time, his directness was well appreciated by you even if you knew others didnât.
âA soup with, leeks, potatoes, parsnips, Iâve put some dairy products in there. I donât have any meat right now, sorry to disappoint.â
There was also a loaf of bread baking in the oven that you were waiting for him to sniff out. The stove and the oven provided a soft warmth to the inn during winter. Though it was a little too heated in the kitchen, you had to keep your sleeves rolled up. Even the apron wrapped around your front felt too heavy.
âIâll always eat whatever you serve!â
That had been proved at every meal he and his party had at your inn. He ate whatever youâd plated for him and asked for seconds. Laios had meandered back to you to stare over your shoulder looking at the leeks on your cutting board. You werenât sure if his proximity was intentional or not, you doubted it.
âYou smell good today. Like fresh bread.â
You went giggled a little, his compliments never failed to get to you. He could say you looked edible and youâd thank him.
âHow was your last expedition? I havenât gotten the chance to ask yet.â
You felt too embarrassed to turn to face him, his head was too close to yours. Your noses would be touching.
âIt went fantastic. I documented a lot more information to add to my journal! I saw a bicorn, unfortunately we werenât able to approach it. Iâve never seen one face to face though.â
âA bicorn? Is that similar to a unicorn?â
Laios looked shocked and moved to your side, his hands planted on the counter. His passion was not shocking. Once youâd admitted to never seeing a slime before and heâd given you a complete run down on looks, behavior, and heâd mentioned heâd wanted to know what it tasted like.
âA bicorn is the moral opposite of a unicorn. Iâve not gotten to kill one yet, but apparently they only approach corrupt men, so parties will use these types of men as bait.â
You nodded along as he spoke and maneuvered around him to plop the leeks into the soup. His body followed you so he could continue speaking.
âSome adventurers say they eat people, others say they only eat virtuous husbands. Sadly no one in my party meets either of these qualifications.â
âI would say fortunately they didn't win the first qualification!â
He sighed, disappointed he may not get the chance to fight a bicorn again. But he continued to regal you with the dungeon expedition heâd been on. Heâd kept his journal in his pocket, heâd probably kept it there to show you. He flipped through his recently edited page while you stirred the soup slowly as your eyes were drawn away from it to look at his scribbles.
You remembered your bread and gestured for Laios to continue talking while you knelt down to pull the bread from the oven. Above you Laios stood, still talking about a harpy he and the party had encountered. His hair glowed from the soft light of the kitchen and his face, though his face was hidden beneath shadows as he tilted it down to look at you, was fit with a wide smile and sparkling gold eyes. It was unfair how attractive you found him.
You stood with the bread in your mitten covered hands and moved towards your cooling rack. Laios trailed behind you still talking about harpys happily.
Itâs been like this for a while now. He came to see you at the inn after an expedition and crashed with his party, you would spend time together, Laios regaling you with his dungeons expedition, and you making sure he and the party were fed. Then heâd leave again for a while and the cycle would repeat. It was comfortable but you couldnât help but want for more from your situation with him. Youâd wondered if heâd ever kissed someone, he was certainly pretty enough.
You, now unoccupied, let your thoughts drift to what it would be like. You approached him where he was leaning on a counter.
âHey Laios?â
âHm? Yeah?â
âHave you ever kissed someone?â
Laios looked red after youâd asked. The look when you catch someone's secret. He blinked at you and looked away.
âNo- Iâve just never had a chance I guess.â
âCan I.. Can I kiss you?â
You struggled to hold eye contact with him. You both stood a little awkwardly in your kitchen. The once pleasant smell of fresh bread and soup felt suffocating in the moment.
âI donât know how to.â
You swung around to face his front and gave him a nervous smile. He swallowed but continued to stare at you expectantly. You laid your hand over his on the counter.
"That's fine. Iâve wanted to. Do.. do you?â
âDefinitely.â
Your face drew closer to his, his eyes stayed wide open as you leaned in close to him. Your lips met his in a soft peck. He was stiffened but tried with absolute inexperience to kiss back.
You moved back quickly and let out a shaky nervous breath.
âYou tasted like potatoes.â
You attempted to conceal your laugh at his words but couldnât. You broke out laughing, Laios looked red and confused.
God damn you hope your soup isnât overcooked.
A/N 2: If youâre seeing this but you followed me for Waterboy⊠I apologize I just missed Laios. Once break starts after finals Iâll finally have time to write longer pieces again!
Summary: Waterboys been acting up around you lately, I wonder why?
Warnings: NSFW, sub waterboy (ofc), blow jobs, uhm dats it ^^
Word count: 2.5k
A/N: Iâm so happy my last fic was well received! This one is based on a combination of two requests I got. Iâll have another note at the bottom regarding that!
Gen neutral reader! 2nd person so no pronouns even used!
Waterboy had seemed to be⊠lurking around you for the past two weeks. His personality seemed flattened and soggy when you spoke to him. Hermâs tone would be low and heâd be half way in a whisper before fleeing away from you. Sure you've gotten busy lately but what could you do about it? Work is work.
Your hero work always seemed to pick up with the changing seasons, the holidays always wretched the worst out of people and youâve had to ditch taking your breaks with Herm more and more. You knew Herm had only joined SDN recently, this being his first approaching holiday season so naturally you gave him grace. How kind of you.
And so his slinking around and staring from a distance continued. He must have been too scared to approach you, either in shame of his behavior or scared you didnât want to talk to him anymore. The two weeks of his strange behavior from him started to irritate you. âWhere does he get off on not letting you speak to him?!â you thought. You finally had lunch to yourself and you knew Herm was somewhere around the office. You poked your head in the break room only to be met with only a few members of the Z team and the room full of smoke.
You coughed and slammed the door shut, not your circus, not your monkeys, fuck ass Robert can deal with that. With the break room marked off the list, you knew one other place to find Herm. His cleaning closet.
You rattled the door handle only to find it locked so you politely knocked.
âHey Hermy.. can I come in?â
It was quiet for a while though you could hear shuffling and squeaking behind the door. So he was in there and not answering you? After dodging you and hiding away for two weeks he had the nerve to ignore you?
You put your fist to the door repeatedly.
BANG BANG BANG
âI know youâre in there! We need to talk, donât make me walk away Herm.â
Were you cruel for saying that, knowing very well that it would make him anxious, a little. But you were determined to make him open that door. And boy did it work, the door swung open immediately after. In fact the door was pushed open with such power it hit the wall with a crack and swung back hitting Herm straight in the face. You could hear him squeak out, slip (probably on his water), and fall flat with a small splash as the door went back to being closed.
You knew it was unlocked now so you slipped the door back open and stepped inside. The inside of the closet was incredibly moist and you saw Herms bucket he would sit in knocked over on the floor. And next to it sat Herm.
He was looking up at you sitting flat on his ass holding himself up by his hands behind him. His face was bright red from the embarrassment of being knocked down from a door, hair stuck to his head accompanied by droplets of water sliding off them and hitting the floor. He looked so perfectly pathetic.
âYou alright Herm?â
âIâm f-fine. Swear- I swear.â
You walked closer to him and closed the door, the handle on the inside was slippery. It clicked shut and locked.
âWhy have you been avoiding me?â
Straight and to the point. You had grown tired of his unusual behavior and Herm could tell by the way you gazed down at him with disappointment. You stood directly at his where his lanky legs were splayed out with his arms crossed. He felt so deeply below you in the moment that he couldnât even hold eye contact.
You shook your head and took a step closer between his legs.
âYes you do Hermy. You canât keep running away from me.â
He whined like a kicked dog and turned his face away from yours. The room was unbearably humid compared to the hallway and your skin felt sticky under the moisture from his power. It only served to make more pent up.
âN-no! I- I just! Well- you- you..â
His eyes squeezed shut under his goggles and he shook his head several times. You could see him struggle to answer you, but you wouldnât give up until you got an answer from him.
âWhat did I do to deserve this hm? Havenât I been good to you?â
He bit his lip and refused to open his eyes. He looked so sad under you and all youâve done is give him a few sentences of a lecture.
âWait! Have! You-you have! Iâve- Iâve been uh.. well- no I donât kn-know. Jealous- I think uhm j-jealous yeah.â
âJealous? Baby what are you jealous of? I thought this was about me being busy?â
You took another step, standing in between his thighs and tapped your foot on the wet floor, water splashed under it and hit his suited thigh. He flinched and you saw his fingers twitch against the floor.
âH-heros- I just- you-you talk t-to the heroâs around-d! And- and you seem s-so so busy! I g-get scared Iâm steal-stealing your time!â
âAnd? That doesnât mean you have to run away from me?â
You put your foot on his thigh and pressed down gently. It squeaked against the wet rubber. He sucked in a breath and choked on his spit, hehad to cough a few times before he could speak.
âI-I was jealous! They g-got your at-attention! I f-felt like an after-afterthought!â
His eyes got teary and his goggles seemed to fog up, you could barely see his eyes in them. You bent down, careful not to put the weight on the foot resting on his thigh, and took the sides of the goggles in your hands.
âIâm gonna take your goggles off so I can see you properly ok?â
âSuper- ok! Yeah, yeah.â
He strengthened up and remained completely still- he raised his head further to chase your hands, hoping to bring you closer. You removed the goggles and threw the goggles on the floor with a splat.
âYou know youâre never an afterthought to me, Herm. Iâm sorry I made you jealous.â
You cooed at him and your hands found placement on his cheeks. You wiped water from under his eyes only to have it form again. You gave him a pinch before standing straight again and giving him a devious smile, one he was beginning to know well.
âHow about I make it up to you, hm? Would you like that?â
Your shoe drew along his upper thigh and pushed down close to his crotch. You could see him straining through the rubber of his suit. One of his hands shot out to wrap his arm around your lower leg to steady himself. His eyes started watering again and he made rare eye contact with you while he gazed up reverently at your divine form. He seemed to be struggling to keep drooling from leaking from his mouth at the sight of you in power over him.
âIâm- Please! Iâm sorry I was j-jealous! Yes- yes pl-please!â
You removed his hand from your leg and let it drop back to the floor behind him to support himself. Slowly, you positioned yourself on your knees in between his spread legs and planted your hands directly behind him, nearly touching his own. You leaned over his chest and his breath grew heavier as your face neared his own.
âCan I kiss you?â
He nodded quickly and his eyes focused on your lips as you scooted closer to his face. You planted your lips over his and smiled into the kiss as he fumbled to kiss you back. He still needed much teaching but you didnât mind doing so. Oftentimes his eagerness made up for his lack of precision. Though he had a habit of drooling hard during kisses, likely due to his powers. Thatâs fine by you, you liked it messy.
You moved your mouth to this damp jaw and left kisses along the edges of it. You shifted weight to one hand and used the other to tug down his suit by the zipper enough to leave a good portion of his neck revealed. After putting your hand back down to hold yourself up better you went back to kissing down his jaw now making your way to his neck. He let out awkward high pitched noises as you began to suck a harsh spot of his upper neck. His hands stayed firmly behind him, holding up his quaking body even though he wanted to reach back and hold you desperately. But his will to do nothing without your permission stayed strong.
âI-i Iâm sorry can I- can I touch- uhm touch you? I know- wet uhm- I know Iâll- Iâll get you wet.â
You pulled away from his neck to give him a sloppy kiss on his forehead, his natural wetness had gotten your lips moist like lipgloss would. You honestly couldnât care less if you walked out of this closet sopping wet.
âOf course baby this is for you.â
He seemed to struggle and slip a little as he got up into a more comfortable position to sit up without needing to balance on his hands. He still seemed to shake as he watched himself carefully reach to place them on your waist. When he finally got his gloved hands on you his eyes flickered to your face to judge your expression. You gave him a sweet smile, the small soft connection made the moment seem anywhere other than the humid closet. You leaned down again and returned to kissing his neck and leaving hickeys across parts of his neck that would be just visible above his suit when zipped. He writhed under you, trapped between your arms while you attacked his neck.
âPl-please I need- sorry ask- sorry Iâm asking but can you-you do more?â
âMore? Sure, Hermy.â
You couldnât bring yourself to deny him when you felt oh so bad that you had made him jealous.
You sat back on your honchos, still remaining on your knees that were beginning to numb. His hands followed you as you shifted and he immediately frowned at the newfound distance between you two.
Your hands fumbled with his slightly slippery zipper and brought it down his body slowly, just to be a tease but not enough to get him impatient. He shifted a hand up to caress your side, he was elated to even have his hands on someone as perfect as you. He was staring so intently at your focused face that he neglected the fact you were actively stripping him.
The zipper reached the end right above his naval and you had to nudge at his hands to get him to pay attention to what you were trying to do.
âOh! Sorry! Ahead! I mean g-go ahead!â
You shifted his suit down low enough to pull his cock out for the uncomfortable rubbery suit. He swallowed thickly, most likely from the nerves. Even since your strange little relationship with him had progressed he still hadn't gotten used to the feeling of you being so intimately close to him.
His cock was flushed so red it looked like it hurt. Herms dick was so wrapped in precum and water if you wanted to you would have no problem jerking him off without using any spit or lube.
âYou look pent up baby. You want me to keep going?â
He eagerly nodded and had a dopey smile strewn across his water covered face. Herm blinked a few times in quick succession and watched in awe as you shimmied down to the floor, holding yourself on your knees and hands on his hips, keeping him down. You lowered your head to his naval and pressed a kiss under his belly button. He let out a breathy laugh, he had always been a little ticklish there.
âYou ready?â
âY-yeah. I thank- I mean I think. Uhm thank you.â
You paid no mind to his stutter, you found it endearing.
You pressed a kiss against his tip, he always tasted like diluted salt water down there. Hern had to bite his lip to stop himself from wailing too loud in the closet. He was already so pent up he was scared heâd come too soon and youâd think less of him. But he just couldnât help how much he loved feeling you on him.
You licked up his shaft and took the upper part in your mouth to which he breathed out a shaky breath in an effort to keep his voice down. You knew that wouldnât last long.
You began moving, paying special attention to his tip and kept a hand on the lower half, not moving yet just holding him gently. You kept a slow, leisurely pace, up and down his cock.
âAh-ahh! You- youâre so-â
His hands twitched near your head, desperately wanting to grasp your hair, your shoulder, any part of you he could. But he hated getting you all messy, not when you were so important. As you kept your steady slow pace he got louder and louder, unable to keep his voice down, just like you thought. God you, important hero you, sucking him off in his own special closet, was enough to get a rare moment of disobedience from him causing him to buck his hips up. Despite your hold on his waist you let him, normally youâd remind him to be a good boy but you wanted to let him have this. After all, you knew the poor man had been missing you so much.
âNgh- can I? I know- know! Ah! I know I didnât last- last long! But I really really want toâ ah!â
You increased your speed and pressure, particularly to the tip of his cock. The longer you sucked him the closer he got to cumming and he found himself unable to stop his hand from grabbing your hair and soaking it upon touch, he didnât pull or push you, just found comfort in touching you. Herm couldnât take his eyes off you moving up and down him sloppily. One of your hands dragged down his exposed lower tummy, leaving little red marks in their wake, with that he lost it.
âOh! Thank you! So- so good. Youâre perf-perfect. I-I Iâm!â
You sunk yourself down as far as you could manage and dug your fingers into his side and he let out a loud wail as he came. Ropes of thin liquidly cum landed down your throat and Herm shook aggressively while you stayed sunk down on him.
When he finally finished shivering and his hand slipped from your hair you took your mouth off him and swallowed deeply, making sure you got all of it down.
âDid that feel good, Hermy?â
âY-yeah.. youâre the-the uhm.. the best. What am-am I supposed t-to say after..?â
You pulled yourself up to his level and kissed his cheek.
âYouâre the cutest Herm.â
A/N 2: Thank you for reading <3 I apperciate requests it help me get my creative juices flowing! Im in a lot of fandom spaces so if you want to leave a request for any fandom below I might do it (no guarantees but I love hearing ppl out)
Jjk, dungeon meshi, demon slayer, dispatch (obv) thats abt it
Thanks again! Many ppl were sooo nice on my last fic post ily.
The fact that your Waterboy fic is your first ever post is crazy! I loved it! Anyway can you write more Waterboy stuff? Maybe something where he feels slightly jealous or insecure since you've been chatting with a super hero a lot, so you blow him silly to reassure him. And you give him hickeys to look at when he's feeling lonely.
Hi guys ty đ„șâđ» Iâm working on something combining these two. I actually didnât expect for ppl to like what I wrote bc I thought it was mid but thank you ts is in the oven rn.
Warnings: nothing! just a quick small thing I wrote to look busy at work
Word count: 800
A/N: I love him soo much! Sometimes yk a little pretentious fluff is what the doctor prescribed đââïž
Higurumaâs daily routine was almost the same everyday. He woke up at 6am to a blaring alarm clock, got dressed and if he was feeling motivated enough, he would have breakfast. He would stop for mediocre coffee before his 45 minute subway ride to work and arrive promptly at 8am.
The only part of his schedule that changed was how late he worked, but he never went home before the sunset. Most days he was there until 8 or 9pm and would drag himself from his office to a convenience store to pick up something for dinner on his 45 minutes ride back.
And at the end of the day, if he was lucky enough, he would get to see you on his way home.
Higuruma knew around 8pm you always made your own journey to the convenience store to grab a beer and whatever meal you couldnât be bothered to make at home. And when he left the office early enough, not that 8 can be described as early, he would get to see you.
âHey Higuruma, good to see you again.â
You would greet him carrying the same worn out tired face he was sure he replicated ten fold. He found comfort in the fact someone else shared this kind of life.
The two of you were stood in line together, contrary to the straight line of individuals behind you. Someone passing by might think you were a married couple with the way your shoulders touched and your hands would graze each other so gently, if you both werenât decked out in office wear that is.
Your daily schedule rarely faltered either, after waking up at 6am to an alarm that shook the room you would likely skip breakfast in favor of running to catch the many trains you would need to get you to work, an hour to be exact. You always arrived at 8am sharp, you had a thing about punctuality. And you never left work before the sun went down. It was a lucky day to get out at 7 or 8.
You knew your days were normally a little shorter than your counterpart currently standing next to you in line but you were always grateful when your busy schedules aligned.
You liked to see his tired face at the end of the day, despite the exhaustion written in the bags weighing down his eyes, you thought he was handsome. Maybe it was his nose or the way his eyes failed to connect with yours anymore than a few seconds.
The line was longer than normal which gave Higuruma the chance to hear more about your day, your life. You complained about your boss and the over-bearing amount of work he would pile on your desk. You complained about money and how you felt you werenât paid enough, which was probably true. For all the extra work you did your pay was so little in comparison.
You often wanted Higuruma to share about his day but he likes listening more, heâd rather not talk about how he lost another case or has enough paperwork to reach the roof of the office ceiling- not when your recollection of the day is filled with so much emotion despite your groggy state. He liked to watch the way your brows raised when you were excited and how they crinkled when you frowned or the way your hands flailed while holding onto a drink and pre-packaged meal as you tried to express yourself with movement.
Ever since meeting you, Higuruma always insisted on paying. He knew he didn't really have a shot with you, both of you entirely too busy to engage in much more beyond your convenience store rendezvous.. but paying for you made your meetings feel like courting. He could only hope that you returned his intentions. There wasnât much you could do other than keep talking and showing up to prove you wanted to see him.
When the both of you got to the front he bought the both of your things and the two of you left the store to head to your separate train stations.
âIâll see you again right?â
He always asked before you two parted, it felt right. Higuruma couldnât bring himself to ask anymore of you than just the small moments in the store.
âYeah, Iâll see you soon.â
And you would always squeeze his arm in a way that was just too familiar to be considered friendly. You never wanted to ask to go beyond the small brushes of hands in the isles in fear you would lose those exact moments you cherished.
Higuruma would watch you leave to your station- the opposite direction of his- and he would wish that one day he could head back on the same train as you.
A/N 2: This is my second post ever so I tried a new style! I appreciate anyone who read :) i love being in ten billion fandoms
Technically yes I like writing ideas bc Im preparing for a creative writing workshop so if you wanna request Iâll see if I like the idea and work off it :)
